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Session 93

Bowling with Parakeets

Gentleman was confused.

For one, it felt quite odd to go back to his former home. Especially since his fellow brothers and sisters rarely did such a thing when he stood by Lord Keiserine's side.

Yet as he walked through the halls of this underwater base, a sense of melancholy seemed ready to overcome him. Maybe it was in the lack of light within the glass tubes or perhaps the salty smell that he couldn't quite put his finger on identifying.

"Is there anyone here?" the gentlemon announced and took a deep breath. He made his way down the hall, searching for any signs of life. If his memory had served him correctly, there should've been a small group of people tied to both Infectors and Royal Digi. To some extent, Gentleman wondered what happened to those two groups after they went to Mahora. If they hadn't been attacked at that plantation, maybe he could've gotten an answer. It probably wouldn't answer why such individuals were gathered by Lord Keiserine to die a miserable death.

"Ugh…" Gentleman whispered and placed a hand on his forehead, pain seeming ready to take him way to places that he didn't want to go. "There has to be something here."

His gaze focused to the right, where a golf club laid in peace. A single golf ball had been left with it and awaited use. But judging by the number of dents on the glass in that area, it was probably for the best.

Gentleman gave the pair of objects a quick glance, searching for any sign or trace of anything that could give him a hint of what may've gone down here. But try as he might, both the club and ball brought forth no answers. If he had no less of his namesake, Gentleman would've let out a curse out. Yet he restrained himself and returned to walking down the hallway, searching for any potential forks to explore. Though he doubted that such an opportunity would evade him for some time. Of course, he found himself standing in place in the middle of the tube.

"Where are you, Miss Keiserine?" Gentleman inquired and got no response. "I just need someone right now…"

He let out a sigh, unsure of this mess. He would have to walk onward if any were to be found.

"Is there anyone there?" a voice called out and the gentlemon perked up, dashing down the hall.

"Lord Keiserine!"

Yet as quickly as his excitement filled him, something felt off. Maybe it was in the way how the look of the tunnels seemed too consistent and hadn't turned in the last mile. Or perhaps it was the piece of paper that asked for feedback on how well he thought this was all going that gave it all away.

"Jestery, I'm not in the mood for this." Gentleman snarled and watched the world give way to a black abyss.

"Oh. You're no fun Gentleman." Jestery announced as she appeared. "Jestery rarely gets to have fun anymore."
Gentleman ignored her and took a deep breath.

"I never did get you." he whispered as Jestery responded with a confused glance. "You have a solid goal, yet all you seem to do is either gather forces or cause trouble for people."

"That's not true." Jestery responded and teleported closer to Gentleman. "Jestery does lots of things."

"As in?"
Silence filled the air as the jester debated her response. To some extent, there wasn't a really good way to say the things she wished to say. If she wanted too, she could've just wished herself the answer. But that didn't sound that fun in this particular moment. So she took a deep breath and cleared her throat.

"I want to push this multiverse to a happy end." Jestery whispered as her gaze fell towards the floor. "Even if it meant that I had to play as many sides as possible."
"Was Lord Keiserine one of them?" Gentleman accused and pulled his swords out.

"Maybe?"

Gentleman rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"At the very least, you could at least direct me to the nearest exit." the gentlemon snarled only to find himself wrapped up in a hug.

"But Gentleman just got here!" Jestery responded, only to let go. "Stay a while! Jestery and Gentleman have plenty of time!"

Gentleman reexamined the area, finding no sign of a clock. And while it was entirely possible that Jestery had her own device to tell the time, it was just as likely that she was making an excuse to keep him here.

Cleansing Slice!

Before either of them could sit down, Gentleman sliced the table and chairs into small near unusable pieces.

"What a big unruly brute you turned out to be, Gentleman." Jestery countered

Corpse Slap!

The jester then pulled a corpse out, swinging it towards Gentleman. The mega responded with another cleansing slice, making quick work of the makeshift weapon.

"A lady should not be swinging a corpse around as a weapon." Gentleman explained as Jestery rolled her eyes and pulled another corpse out from somewhere. "Especially one with as much power as you."

"Why does Gentleman care so fucking much?" Jestery screamed and slammed her corpse down. "You know what, Jestery want to know!"

But just as Jestery was about to do her 'magic', Gentleman knocked her to the ground and watched everything spin about.

When that finally cleared away, the void was gone and he was a 'ghost'. Replacing it, was a street corner upon Alternis V2. The street and buildings were what one expected, top of the line yet forgotten with the rise of aerial-based vehicles.

Yet, a familiar girl stands at the crossroads, possibly waiting for her guardian to show up. Yet, her gaze is focused on a nearby alley. There, Gentleman could just make out a boy dressed in orange and armed with a switchblade of all things.

What followed was an attempted mugging of sorts, that ended up looking more like a dance than anything else. The two individuals managed to talk it out and a prank or two occurred. What exactly that entailed Gentleman wasn't entirely certain yet, he took the time to watch. Maybe to understand this strange fascination between the two individuals or to humor Jestery. He trailed right behind, eventually getting led to a small lot surrounded by walls. Sleeping bags had been stuffed into the area with little sense of care, numbering at least fourteen. Though, that didn't explain the somewhat oversized cat bed in the back. The occupants were a ragtag group of children, having gotten far luckier than most people could ever claim to be. But at the same time, a sense of melancholy seemed to hang tightly with thoughts of despair and distrust constantly threatening to tear things apart. Yet when 'Jestery' and her 'friend' arrived, everything seemed a little bit brighter. It was as if a new color had been revealed to him that he never able to see before. A surge of energy erupted forth and brought joy and happiness along for the ride.

"I think I get it now." Gentleman whispered as he watched the children play, wiping away a tear as he watched what appeared to be a maid run up and grab Jestery. "Oh right, that's her mom/daughter."

He closed his eyes, only to awake back in his dream. This time, he found himself back in the sandpit with his siblings, engaging in early morning excercises. Lord Keiserine was at the front, though she was backed by a weird pair of girls. The girl to the right of her looked like a cross between a human and fish and was currently holding a leash. The one on the left appeared to be a very large purple fairy, if one preferred to believe that such a species existed in this world. For some unknown reason, she was the on the other end of the leash.

He would've put more focus on it, if the sound of footsteps hadn't forced his attention onto other things.

In this case, an unknown woman with strawberry blonde woman with the proportions of a barbie. This probably wasn't helped by the fact that her skin had a plastic-like look for some reason.

"I'm here to take my share." the woman greeted

"I refuse, Julie." Keiserine snarled and began barking orders. The rest was hazy, with images fading in and out on him at seemingly random intervals without any warning or reason. From what could be seen,

The closest thing he could compare it too was bowling with parakeets over grape poupon.

"Time to wake up!" a voice called out and everything shattered, revealing the black void once more. "Good. I thought I lost you there."

Gentleman's eyes shot open, finding Jestery standing over him.

"Do you get it now?" the jester inquired and watch Gentleman pull himself up. "I'm sorry if I may have hurt you in the process."

Gentleman gave a chuckle.

"It's alright, Jestery." he answered and gave her a hat tip. "I'm guessing you want me to go, don't you?"

"Of course." Jestery answered as Gentleman was sucked into an unknown portal. "After all, the show's about to start."

Notes:

Just another weird wtf chapter that may have been inspired by something I wrote for an entirely different fic a long time ago.

Also, this probably my favorite chapter in quite a while.

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Next time: A trial of sorts...