OOC: Okay. Take a deep breath. I'm going to try and end all the confusion I've caused. I'm sorry I messed it up so much. Time to try and settle it. Cross your fingers.
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Dave shrugged. "I don't know who's controlling us. Or I should say, Art, Blaze, and Streak. You guys seem to be real people, so there's no reason you can't act on your own."
Blaze: "So if I wanted to, I could kill you for all this."
Dave paused. "I suppose. But I don't think you will. It's not in your nature."
Blaze snarled, and stood down. He was right ... dammit.
Dave addressed the group. "I know that I've made a mess of things. So here's what I propose: since we haven't heard from Fisher for a while--"
Streak cut him off. "He was here a few minutes ago. He left just before you got here."
Dave blineked. He thought a moment and went on. "Let's try this. I'm here with all of you, and you're all as real to me now as I am to you ... and unless Fisher shows any more interest in ruining ... uh, existence, I guess, we move on. No more alternate reality stuff. It never mattered before, so unless it comes up again, I say we don't think about it."
Art shrugged. "Whatever. I didn't know about half this stuff an hour ago anyway. I feel better not thinking about it."
Dave looked around. "And since I don't really have a place in this world, maybe I can tag along with you guys...?"
Dave looked around, waiting to see who would say what.
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Fisher moved along until he found the remains of the circus. His boss would be mad, but he knew he could get out of trouble. The hard work of the previous hundred years - seeking out and recruiting Breakers - had all been undone. There was no chance of repeating all that (OOC: that means no more traveling to other worlds).
But Fisher had to get back at those that had wronged him. But being the kind of man, and the kind of thing that he was, he would have to cause trouble for them that didn't just involve going and killing them instantly. He needed it to be sport.
Which was why he needed to find Slade.
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