OOC: Time to start cleaning up this mess. I hope no one will miss Roland.
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Art looked down at Kix, clearing his thoughts.
"Yes. Let's go."
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Dave managed to grab a ride and was on his way to Los Santos. He knew that, since the others had flown here, it would take a while to reach Los Santos on his own. But he was willing to tough it out.
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Blaze gave Charger a look.
"Well, why do you think I came to find you guys? So we can fight crime? I mean, maybe we won't actually live in a house and have jobs, but, you know ... we're family."
Streak snorted. "Okay. We're family. Nice to meet you. I'm getting out of here before Fisher comes back. Or worse, before he can send anyone after me." And she turned to do just that.
Roland slid over to Streak and stood in her way. "No. I think you'd be safer with us. I don't think it would be wise for you to go off on your own."
Streak huffed up. "And how are you going to stop me? If you're telling the truth, you can't shoot me with those big guns, Mr. Man. And I'm probably a lot stronger than you. So let's see you stop me." And she pushed past him.
Roland was around her and in her way in a flash. He made a noble attempt to grab Streak by the arm, likely to twist it behind her and incapacitate her.
But Streak was far too strong. And, in the moment he touched her, she saw
the gunslinger
a desert
pursuing a tiger-man-demon
a moment in time that was vulnerable.
Streak bared her teeth, knowing she'd hate herself for Breaking this man, but ...
While Roland was on the ground, she crouched and began writing in the dirt with her finger. "The gunslinger goes back through time to the desert."
Roland stood up, and ... was gone.
Blaze watched this exchange, and was speechless for a moment. Then, "... What did you do?"
Streak stood up. "I Breaked that man. He's doomed to relive the same time over and over again. When he grabbed me, I saw that he had spent a lot of time chasing someone in a desert. So he'll go on from there to this point, again and again, never knowing that he's repeating himself. We won't see him again, unless we learn how to time travel, or some higher power intervenes. I would as soon not talk about him anymore. And now ... I bid you all adieu." She turned again to leave.
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