William saw a women trying to escape. She was the one that had yelled that it was happening to everyone, and not to cause a panic. He wanted to go help her, but seriously, he was lucky he was standing. All these people in his mind, then he heard some crazy talk.

This was like the plot to a very generic RPG, Nil Space, Eternal Damnation, how many damn RPG's started with a plot almost like that, changing Nil Space to the Void, or the Eternal Darkness, or some other crappy name. Malignatis was a bit more clever, but so were most fantasy names made up in some generator. What the hell was this rich guy pushing?

Awakened Souls? Past lives? William stopped a moment, at that thought. He believed in Reincarnation, thinking he had past lived before. Dreaming of other times, and other places. But, The BORG Queen? That happened in the future, and hell, it was a TV show. Zhang Jiao was the only one that made sense, he ACTUALLY existed, but Guts? A Manga character. Mishra? A character made in 93! ABATHUR???? Again, the FUTURE, and wasn't made until what, 2012?

He had to speak up now. "How is that even possible? I mean, if we are seeing our 'Past Souls', I am just hallucinating. Only ONE is real, the others are made up aren't they? I have to agree with the Lady, this is Insanity. How do you explain this? Are you trying to get us to LARP for your sick pleasure? Rich enough to just kidnap some people, and get them to play your strange twisted fantasies?"

"They should already be speaking with you, your past lives. Speak with them back. Experiment with them. Surely they can help you out. You know, each one of them IS you, you can feel it it in all of your bodies at once while this happens. If I won't convince you they will." Goodeman was serious. "There are many demonstrations I could show you all. If you would like to see".

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Laure honestly felt like she was going to die. The pure exhaustion wasn't even the worst part. The shadows and lights all moving around her, the voices and scattered images of both herself and people who were and weren't her was enough to drive anyone insane. Someone else said something in reply, but she didn't really try to waste energy deciphering it.

As the speaking continued, though, the paralyzing tiredness began to creep away, the dancing of the shadows slowing and fading a bit. It was as if everything had returned to normal, except for the fact that the voices and shattered images were still surrounding her. Testing her strength, she stood up a bit, at first against the wall, then moving forward and standing on her own. Oh, great. Now her hair was ruined. And the dress was probably unwearable, as it had been ripped when she'd fallen on it. Pity. It had been one of her favorites.

The Goodeman guy said something else about listening to the souls or whatever, and though Laurel tried to block it out and continue on her way out the door, her curiosity got the better of her. Her nonchalant and carefree attitude was slowly returning, and she figured that maybe if she would play along with this guy's game, she'd be able to escape with a bit less of a struggle.

She sighed a bit, kind of annoyed at how inconvenient and annoying the whole situation was. Now that she looked at it from a different angle, it wasn't all that threatening. The only things that stood between her and willingly escaping were an insane old man and a relatively-buff bodyguard who would be easy to slip past with some quick movements.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing in on one of the voices. She pulled on the one with the most foreign sound to her, the one that stood out the most. A powerful, heavily accented sound commanding attention. She opened her eyes for a few seconds, noticing that the whiteness of her hair began to stand out even more, and her light skin turned shades darker. She quickly shut them again, squeezing them tight. It hadn't happened, of course. It was just a trick of the eye. Yeah, that was it.

"...The man is not lying. What he says is truthful. You should trust his knowledge..." The voice came suddenly and unexpectedly, though it seemed as if it had almost been there. Like when you have a radio turned down really low, and are talking. You forget it's even on. Then, when you stop talking, it's only slightly audible until you turn the volume back up. As it spoke, a name floated into her thoughts. Ororo Munroe. Storm.

Laurel gasped quietly, opening her eyes. The voice faded away, but was much more understandable. She could hear it speaking among the others, could decipher it if she focused.

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Alana had been enjoying herself. All that good food, the pleasant music, and interesting company had been an excellent distraction from the current source of her irritation. More and more things weren't adding up. From the brief conversations she had participated and heard, everyone was from all over the spectrum. There didn't seem to be any commonalities among them all. Coupled with desperate Goodeman was to pay 50 'Random' strangers 10 million dollars each plus food just to listen to what she guess was a recruitment for some unknown endeavor. The more she thought about it, the more it bothered her. It felt like she had walked into a scifi plot, that all the people here were aliens or some such variation on the theme and Goodeman was trying to bring them together. She should have laughed at the idea, but something was telling her that something wasn't right.

and then the world went to hell.

It started with flashes of light going off all over the room. At first, she thought cameras were taking pictures, but no cameras were there to be seen. She began to mull it over, when she started itching, like there was something wrong with her skin. Alana scratched herself absentmindedly, as she began to feel as if someone or something was calling her. Before she could ponder it further, something flashed in her eyes and disappeared. It was almost like HUD. Then there was a dull hum in the background, like a machine that had just stared to run. All of the sudden she heard some one scream, people were stumbling, as if they suddenly lost coordination. She tried wrapping her head around it. However, she was interrupted by flashes of memory. Detroit; Mechanisburg; Bellwood; The Scrapyard; Providence HQ and many more flashed by. Faces and names, twice familiar, passed next. Friends, Family, Allies, Enemies; All of it came at her as if fired from a machine gun. It was too much, she needed time to process it all. However, this was not to be. Just when she was about to recover, the final 5 rounds were fired. Five faces looked into reflective surfaces, and with them came five names.

Ship, Rex Salazar, Gally, Sari Sumdac and Agatha Heterodyne.

These were the beings who she was before being Alana? These were her Souls, as Goodeman had called them? She slumped back on her chair. The implications of this were staggering. The fact that she and everyone else in this room could very well be evidence of the multiverse's existence boggled her.

"Hello! Shouldn't you be paying attention to what Goodeman's saying?", said the Sari portion of herself.

"Okay. . . Jacob is being taken care of by some of us in another room. Now how about the rest of you? None of the other forty nine men or women are experiencing anything of the sort. All of you must have quite a bit of questioning. Please understand we will do our best to explain to you what your past lives cannot. Now, you can all leave, Just come back to the Harrison when you finally realize you aren't in the same world anymore."

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When Mistreya got the letter her parents had almost tossed it in the trashcan, mistaken it for spam mail. But the beautiful hand writing had drew them in, they were suckers for cursive. And now, the socially awkward teenager was here, snapping photos with her Argus C-forty four camera and staring in awe at the chandeliers and fancy walls. She was wearing a lavender dress along with matching flats while having her white bag along her shoulder and sitting at her hip. The only thing that was out of place was her shoulder bag, but her parents didn't mind. She was also wearing mascara and red lipstick, her mother had dabbed some on her eyelashes and put some on her lips before Mistreya could even protest, she hated makeup with a passion since she never looked beautiful while wearing it.

After her parents had their questions answered at the front desk ("How long will this take?", "Will this game be easy to win?" ", "Is there anyone there that's my daughter's age?") Mistreya hugged her parents, wrapping her arms around both of them in a group hug, reassuring that she will be okay. She was unsure about what she told them, she has never been to an actual party before, plus she was weary of strangers. After her parents were out of earshot, she was escorted into the room where the party was, clutching her shoulder purse as she walked in. Thankfully, she wasn't late and everyone was just eating and talking. Mistreya's head went down to avoid eye contact from the elegantly dressed strangers in the room and sat in the front, to the edge, precisely. Another woman had joined her and she was wearing a beautiful black dress, she was really pretty. Mistreya mentally cursed herself for not being as pretty as the woman wearing the ebony dress, she picked up a wine glass and raised it to her lips wanting to drown all of her self-pity away. She was finished with the glass and made a face, What in the world was that? It d didn't have a sweet taste to it, she shrugged and stuffed some ravioli in her mouth.

After an hour of hearing the two people at her table engage in conversation, Mistreya looked at the woman and wondered why she wasn't joining them? Maybe she was a mere observer like her? Listening to things and not speaking a word or offering an opinion. Her wine glass was filled by one of the waiters, she wondered why those kinds of drinks were sold when they just didn't taste right. She also wondered why people were addicted to this stuff... Mistreya was finished with her dish and a wealthy man stood up on stage and said something about toast. They were going to eat toast now!? The homeschooled girl watched as the people raised their wine glasses up and clinked them together, Mistreya copied them and with a wobbly hand she started to clink her glass with the three other people at the table. So that's what a toast meant! She raised the glass to her lips once more and forced herself to swallow the alcoholic drink.

Suddenly, lights started to flicker in the dining room. They can afford extravagant food and not lights? Mistreya shook her head, but all of a sudden thr girl started to feel different. Her head was pulsing and the world was spinning, the two people at the table didn't look like themselves anymore. The woman at the table's hair was now white and in another style, Mistreya shrieked. What was going on!? As the woman stumbled away from the table, Mistreya picked up the glass and saw that the tips of her chestnut brown hair turned red, then blonde, then brown, and then blonde again. Her amber eyes changed to blue, Mistreya dropped the wine glass om the floor and it shattered into glass pieces.

The wealthy man had explained that they were all sent to save the world. "WHAT!?" Mistreya thought aloud, placing her hands over her mouth. This was confusing, this was unbelievable. Not really, it's true you must beleive him!" A soft spoken voice echoed in her head.

"Who are you?"

"Carietta White, I'm not the only one here."

All of a sudden, more voices were heard and they all introduced themselves. Katara, Kairi, Elizabeth, and Princess Peach. Wait, the useless Princess from Mario? Mistreya felt a harsh pang in her head as if someone has slapped her from the back of her head. The impact sent Mistreya head first onto the tabletop, slamming her head into the Caesar sald that someone at her table was eating. I'll have you know, that I'm not as useless as the media portrays me to be!" Mistreya heard the same annoying high pitched voice say in a defensive tone.

The teenage girl lifted her head and grabbed a napkin, wiping off all of the ranch off her face as Princess Peach apologized. But since she didn't have a mirror, she had a string of lettuce stuck up her nose. The man had told them all to leave, Mistreya walked up to the stage but stayed on the ground. "W-Why can't you explain to us now!?! And who is Harrison!?" She stuttered, trying to keep her voice at a high level so everyone can hear her. She wasn't one to speak over people, and with a lettuce hanging out her nose she didn't look professional either. Her souls chuckled at her, yet didn't say anything about the string of lettuce.

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Within the next few minutes, the array of voices had all introduced themselves. It had gone a bit like this.

"...Cut the dramatic crap, Ororo. You'll scare the girl..."
"...She hasn't been truly scared in years, Faith. I highly doubt hearing voices will cause any serious damage..."
"...Oh, shut up. You'll wake Ereb... "

The hell? There's more of them?

"Yeah, actually, there's five. I'm Faith Connors. You'll meet Erebus and the others as soon as they-"
"Who calls upon my name?"
"Sigh...Speak of the Devil."
"I am Erebus, ruler of the dark shadows."
"Ereb, will you please stop asserting your power? You're quite a hassle, you know. Tsk, tsk." This voice was new, and had a more classic, old tone to it.
"Oh, hush, Bayonetta. He may assert his power as he likes. It's not like he can really use it anymore. You know how he gets. Just allow him to have his say, and then he'll be quiet for the rest of the afternoon. We could at least introduce ourselves, as well, instead of rudely standing around."
"Fine, then. I am Cereza, but you, my dear, will know me as Bayonetta. I'm sure you've heard of me before."

No, actually, she hadn't.

"And I am Athor, Egyptian God of light. It is my pleasure to finally meet you."

Seeing how it was quite an interesting affair, Laurel was now more intrigued than anything. What exactly should she say? How exactly does one greet five people all dancing around in her head? It was a problem she hadn't exactly faced before.

"Don't worry, Miss. We're already somewhat acquainted. Of course, you don't know us, but we know enough about you. It really is just a courtesy, nothing to make you uncomfortable."

Oh, well, that certainly put all her nerves at ease. That was a relief. All her problems were over. She didn't have to introduce herself to the voices she was hearing. Thank God. Because that would've been unsettling.

And now he was telling them to just leave. Because apparently the philosophy here was, hey, we're crazy, we're turning
you crazy, and now we're kicking you out.

Laurel was about to calmly state her strong objection and insist on hearing the answers now, when another girl piped up before her. She looked much younger than the others, and Laurel had caught her looking at her earlier. She seemed pretty much like the stereotypical smart-girl pretty introvert of every school. She probably was, too. when Laure had been doing her routine observations of those around her, she'd noticed that the girl had never seemed to be talking, only watching. Then again, she might've just been nervous due to the fact that most people were at least five years older than her.

"I agree. I don't really see why we have to drag this entire situation out. We all have questions, Mr. Goodeman, and I don't believe anyone here will be very happy if they aren't answered. Besides, what are the odds that no one here will leave and immediately turn you into the authorities? There's no doubt that, based on the testimonies, you could be placed in an asylum for psychosis. Then who would tell us how to 'save the universe'?" She replied quietly and steadily, leaning casually against a chair and smoothing out her voice into it's purr-like tone. She laughed a bit at the last part, quirking an eyebrow as she studied her nails and looked up at him out of the corner of her eye. "It really doesn't seem like you have to power here to control the information."

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"This is the City of Portals. Sigil. OUtside our Harrison Hotel lies another world, a giant city covers the entire world. Speak with nearby locals about the strange portal activity. Oh, one more thing. Do not provoke the Lady Of Pain. She is dangerous, and can slay gods with ease."
"Harrison Hotel will be your sanitary, food and comfortable headquarters during this investigation. "

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Warren had expected a lot of things out of life, but an invitation to a dinner with the famous Mr. Goodeman was not one of them. Still, you don't turn down people that are rich enough to want to give away ten million dollars to a broke grad student, so he asked for and received a week off from his lab and part-time job, bought himself a plane ticket and a decent three-piece suit, and left California for the second time in his life.

Ten hours later, he walked into the building holding the meeting, waved his invitation at the bouncer, and hurried up the stairs to the dining room. For the next two hours, Warren enjoyed himself immensely, eating, drinking, and chatting with some of the richest people in the country, as well as some rather unusual guests, all of whom he tried to hit up for funding. At the toast, he raised his glass along with all the rest and sipped politely at his wine, only to spit it out all over the table at Goodeman's proclamation.

"The hell you say!" Warren shouts, shoving his seat away from the table. "You're insane! No way! No way in the te- I'm with the kid on this one. Ten mil to save the universe? Frankly, I'm insulted you would lowball us like that."

Warren tries to clap his hands over his mouth, but looks on in horror as it picks up a knife from the table and starts to idly flip it around. "Try billion, with a b, Goody. Then I might consider it."

What's going on? he frantically thinks, straining to reassert control over his body.
Hmph. The fool believes that he can wrest control of this host from me. He should be bowing down at my splendor!
You! You are me as well? Lord! It was bad enough for that assassin to have declared himself the spokesperson for us, but having you here as well is intolerable!
Who are all you people? What the **** is going on here?
One moment.

Warren stands on shaky legs, and points the knife in his hand at Goodeman. "You! Mongrel! Why do you believe that something as pitiful as your money would convince us to band together with those unworthy folks?"

As one of the voices in his head continues to rant, Warren turns his attention inwards.
So, again, who are you people?
My name is Artoria Pendragon, King of Britain and all it's Isles. And extremely displeased to know that I was once that... that tyrant.
Hey there! I'm Sayaka Miki! Magical girl extraordinaire. Or, well, until recently. I've been having a few issues with the whole 'techincally dead' thing, but as it turns out, you can get used to it pretty quick if you get to see old friends sometimes.
I am Kenshin Himura, often a housekeeper. And swordsman, upon occasion.
I'm Claire Stanfield, but I'll tear our head off if you call me that. Only Chane can. You can call me Felix. And I guess it turns out I wasn't actually god.
What. Just, just what.
And I am Gilgamesh, King of Heroes, and the ruler of Babylon! I do not care if you are actually me, you shall at all times...

Moving quickly when Gilgamesh diverts his attention from controlling his body, Warren slams his hand down to the table and throws himself back into his seat. "Mr. Goodeman," he says, "I'm sorry for the voices thing, but I have to ask, why do you think that we would be able to defeat... whatever it is that you said we had to defeat?"

Still slightly dazed from ...whatever it was she'd experienced, the girl finds her mind briefly wandering at their host's suggestion to "speak" with their other selves. As if by a daydream an image slowly forms at the gentle urging of those both foreign and familiar to Rose; a simple table with assorted treats and tea laid out before her, and seated with her are five distinct figures. Each one different, yet that she recognized as herself; a feeling not-unlike looking at a picture of yourself from many years ago washing over her while their names came unbidden to her mind. Milhi, Tsubomi, Sakura, Madoka and Nanoha.



Rose practically jumped in her seat as Warren's knife-wielded challenge resounded through the hall, shocking her out of her short trance; a quick look around was really everything she needed to catch up on what she'd half-heard, "Because we're the Wheel's last hope," the young girl began as she strode towards the stage with all the dignity and grace of a schooled princess, the words slipping out of her like water before she'd even realized it, "What's happening isn't something They can deal with directly; so they gathered us. Each of us is the heir to a legacy; and it's that inheritance, all those lessons learned, triumphs and failures that gives us a chance to make a difference. A chance to be the light the world needs us to be," she said as she put a comforting hand on Mistreya; hoping to grab her attention, before trying to snatch the offending lettuce strip.

"And Harrison is the name of the hotel," Rose answered with a bemused smile.

"Okay. People, Jacob has finally found his resolve. He's not used to have so much evil energy coursing through his spirit, but everything is just fine. He will be stable enough to start and finish the journey of ours. I had a look into his spirit and he had trouble understanding he is obsolved of all his guilt". Goodeman sighed. "There were a lot of problems we had getting some of you spot lighted or even approved for candidates of this problem of the universe, but ultimately this is beyond even Fate's will. This is the will of God that we stop the corruption of Nihil space infesting the Prime Materium. For those of you who don't know what the Prime Materium is, it's the universe you're in right now, without the spirit world thrown in the mix."
"But the Spiritual Worlds are beginning to feel the Corruption from Nihil space entering into them as well. We have to hurry folks.' With that, Goodeman seemingly disappeared, and Jacob was the first one out the door.

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"A legacy." Warren replies, bemused. "My legacy is apparently a dead girl, a house keeper, and two people with such enormous egos that they can take control of my body away from me. If the rest of you are anything like that, I hope you'll forgive me for not having a whole lot of confidence in us. Look, I'm a physics student. I study entropy. My idea of a good time is a bottle of something cheap and a dime-store paperback. I have no desire to go off on some grand quest to save the world, even if it turns out that Goodeman over here isn't completely off his rocker."
Hey! C'mon, don't you want to have the opportunity to be a hero of justice?

When the portal opens, Warren looks on in shock. "Okay," he says, "I guess he isn't crazy. Maybe I'm the crazy one, and this is all a hallucination after pulling one too many all-nighters." He groans and pulls off his jacket before following Goodeman through the portal. "Well, if this is all just my hallucination, I may as well see this out to the end. Not like I can end up regretting something that's not actually happening."

The rich guy disappeared, and Laurel was left with nothing more than a bad case of schizophrenia and questions. Questions. So many questions. But she really didn't even see the point in having them answered. After all, it didn't seem to affect her in any way. She was almost certain this was fake or a dream or something, and she wouldn't be letting it torment her any longer.

Without another word, she gave a look back at the rest of the people and slowly began to make her way out the door, composed and calm as ever. She reached the exit without halt, without even the slightest dilemma, before being stopped by five words.

"Oh, poor dear. What would your parents think?"

Laure froze, taken aback by the sudden arising of her past. She was strong, fierce, smooth, collected. Always. Until it came to the topic of her parents. Hell, she had to spend three days preparing herself to even visit their grave. She had to bite her tongue and squeeze her eyes shut to keep from bolting out of the room and losing it.

Shocked, Laurel back away from the door, standing along the side of the room and keeping her head tucked down, hidden by her hair. Goddammit. She couldn't lose it no, not here, and not at a moment like this. She couldn't let emotion cloud her rational thinking. She just needed a few minutes, that was all.

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Alan paid close attention to all the was being said. There were so many questions to be asked. The whole situation was beyond absurd. She was chosen among many to stand and defend the whole of existence against threats from beyond reality. She was the reincarnation of some of her favorite characters. This was had to be a dream or at leas the plot of a superhero show; yet deep down she couldn't deny it. Even if her other selves had spoken to her yet, Sari had more or less confirmed this to be true. However, she had none of the power that came with them. No Metananites to make her an E.V.O, No cybertronian body with a connection to the Allspark, no alien biology and definitely no nanomachine body capable of supersonic combat. Sure she had the knowledge and experience, but her body wouldn't be able to keep up. Even if she could build a power suit, she didn't have material or tools to work with. However, before she could spiral out of control, Sari made herself known.

"So what are you going to do?", the cyber ninja spoke, the smirk evident by her voice alone. " There are only two real choices, Stay or Go? Everything else doesn't matter. Besides tell me, what is a warrior without weapons?"

That question caused her to stop cold. Her mind went to the bot who had been asked that very question. He was out-manned, out-gunned and heavily damaged. Yet he choice to fight on, not for his own sake, but for the sake of others, those weaker than he. Like her predecessors had. So what if she didn't have the resources to build her tools now,so what if she didn't have the body she needed. She would get those soon enough, by her own hands if necessary. After, she was now walking along side of the likes of Gokai Silver, an ascendant fan. Someone who got to walk along side of their heroes and fight the good fight.

A new fire light in her eyes, and she answered to the , "A warrior without weapons is a warrior still." Turning to the others, "I don't know about you lot, but I'm going. We have been called to action. My predecessors answered the call when their time came. I intend to do no less."

William turned to Alan. "Hey, this Harrison Hotel is headquarters. We've got an armory down below in the basement area. You can have whatever sort of weapons that you prefer. As a matter of fact, you can just conjure whatever suits you most from your own universe. Ammunitions and such is mostly what Down Below is useful for. Anyway yes, weapons and your equipment is Down Below. I'm sorry that I forgot to inform you all. Jake already knows from his talk with some of our supervisors".

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The answer that Goodman had given her and the woman in the black dress was a strange one indeed. Speak with locals? Mistreya didn't want to talk to anyone, especially strangers. Lady of Pain? Wow, this guy must've taken drugs like people on television commercials did. Goodman also ignored the young man's question about who they were defeating, rude...

A girl strode over next to her with the grace of a trained princess, and the dignity of a southern belle. She gave a speech about how the souls were giving them a chance to make a difference. "She's an intelligent girl, I like her!" Elizabeth commented.

"But don't you think she sounds like a know-it-all?" Kairi inquired.

Mistreya ignored them as the woman snatched the lettuce string off of her nose. The socially awkward teenager blushed and glanced in her direction, she was a beautiful girl too. Oh, why couldn't she be just as pretty as all the women here? She pushed the insecure thoughts away before they could take their full effect on her. "T-Thanks..," She stuttered, crossing her arms over her chest as if she were cold.

The wealthy man and the other guy had left, another woman told the group that she was going to join in fighting and saving the world. Mistreya thought that this was going to be a good opportunity for her, snap some photos, and maybe make friends with people other than her anime figurines and her Barbie dolls. "I agree, I think that we should show off o-our full potential..." She added, wishing that she didn't say anything. Mistreya was homeschooled and never had as much social interaction with much people except her parents and sometimes her relatives (birthday parties and family reunions were a hit and miss). Hopefully, she could save the world, and if not, she could always go back home and shut society out.

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"Madam, who it is we are defeating is anyone's guess. All we are sure of is it's someone so powerful as to shut us out, and those like Mr. Goodeman, who are mightier than Earth gods. We need to make sure to provide the universe with some who are low profile enough to escape notice from whatever lies beyond Nihil Space, and yet powerful enough to provide for themselves in times of danger".

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Laure had gathered up what she could of her composure and was rolling over her options. Everyone else seemed to be believing the guy, and just jumping into the crazy idea after him. But she had no definite reason to just go with it. Everyone else seemed to be approaching it with a bit more of screw it attitude, but she didn't see the actual harm in just leaving and not getting fed up in this mess. It seemed much easier, if not more sane.

She was just about to turn to leave again, this time prepared for whatever twist her new head-mates were going to throw at her. As soon as he began to turn, though, her feet froze in place.

"Please, Miss, don't make this difficult. This whole situation would move along much more swiftly if you would just comply."

The hell?

"I don't think you really understand the situation here. Its not like you can continue living on your life. Once you turn us on, there is no off switch. At least, not one that you would know of. There might be, though you wouldn't know about it. And I doubt a Google search will turn up anything."

"Don't worry, though, darling. It's not like it was much of a life to begin with. A girl with your talent, bartending at age twenty-something."

Christ. They were right. Leaving would do no good, and she'd probably end up locked up for being seen out talking to herself in the middle of the street. They'd simply been given some illusion of choice. There genuinely was no such thing. The only way she had any chance of getting rid of these...things was if someone knew more than she did, including a method on how to silence voices screaming in your head. And the only way to get that was to follow the source, meaning Mr. Goodeman.

As she made her decision, she was freed from her hold, and she followed the others before her. Oh, God. She was going to regret this.

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"Really? Alright then, what the heck, let's see if I can actually do stuff." Warren extends his right hand, and concentrates on it. Suddenly, a sword with a glowing golden blade and blue handle appears in his hand, and a similarly patterned sheath at his side. "Woah," he says to himself. "That is so freaking cool."
Ah... Artoria, I think it was? This stuff is your's, right? How do I use it?
We can best use Avalon by taking it within ourselves. If you would like, I shall show you how.
Um, yeah, sure, alright.
Very well. Firstly...
Warren props the glowing sword against his side and pulls the sheath from his belt with both hands, and holds it in front of his chest. So, uh, like this?
Yes. Now, place it inside yourself.
How do I do that?
Really, must I teach you everything?
Warren's eyes close and a frown creases his face. Slowly, a glow begins to emanate from the sheath and as it does, it's form grows more indistinct. Once it has become almost completely transparent, the sheath sinks slowly into his chest, and once it has completely gone from view, Warren's eyes snap open. "Whoah," he breathes. "That feels... incredible. Like I could regrow my freaking heart, or something." He grins broadly, and starts bouncing on the balls on his feet. "Hey, guys, please tell me all of you have something like that."
I have a suit. But there's probably blood stains on it.

Alana made a note to look up the guy that had just summoned FREAKING Excalibur at some point in the near future, if only to study how he had actually produced the weapon. However, she had a more pressing question to ask, that would determine how she would approach all this. The fact that she could bring the Metananintes and the Omega Naninte here meant that if push come to shove, she could try going E.V.O. Still that left her without access to Sari's and Ship's abilities, which come from their alien biology/technology. IF what she thought about the particulars of her previous lives, then she may need to pay a heftier price to open the path to her full power.

"William, what about those whose power comes from being not human? What happens to them?, asked Alana with some level of anxiety.