Val grins. "A Vanisher is a being of mysterious origins with powerful magic and a form for every race it meets. Each Vanisher has its own obsession, such as death or weaving, that they will do anything in their considerable power to do."
Andry nods.
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(Evil chuckle. Nice description, but, oh, so simplified)
Lucky Jack considered Valerie’s words for a moment, humming, then shrugged.
“If Vanishers exist on my homeworld, I never knew of them. Though, that annoying jester probably did,”he said, snorting.
(Oh, I know. I just don't know very much about them beyond that, and the fact that they are in Tearion's world.)
"I am sure you know of at least one, though I am… hesitant… to speak his name." Val says, a dark, brooding look clouding her face.
Andry puts a calming hand on her shoulder.
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(I know. I’m just being goofy, lol)
Lucky Jack looked at Valerie in confusion. He shrugged, honestly having no clue who she was referring to.
“I know no Vanishers, at all, in either time,”he said.
(Fair enough, lmao!)
Val sighs. "His name is Golder." she shivers and glances around. "I shall not speak the name again."
Andry sighs. She takes unnecessary risks…
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Lucky Jack rose an eyebrow, even more confused. What was so scary about this particular individual?
“I still don’t know him. As I said, I know nothing of Vanishers,”he insisted.
Etta just watches, continuing to inspect the eye. Vanishers? Changelings? she shakes her head. This galaxy oft confuses me. she folds her arms. “Me as well. What could this person have possibly done to earn such a reputation?”
Naomi gets up an leaves the bar. Their battery container is not in good shape, so their battery lowers quicker. They left the bar to go recharge themself.
Val winces. "If you had grown up in recent times, where such things were accepted, you would know that the Vanisher I speak of is a ruthless being obsessed with killing, pain and death. He has ended many lives slowly and painfully. There is only one entity that managed to get along with him, and he is worse than the Vanisher ever was."
Andry nods, remebering well both of those creatures.
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Lucky Jack shrugged.
“I still don’t know who you’re talking about, or this other that got along with him, but regardless,”he said, hoping to get back to more important topics.
Val sighs. "What you do not get is that this is an important topic, for I believe his presence is in this world. Malcolm and G- the Vanisher creature knew each other. If the Vanisher creature decided that it could get what it wanted by working with Malcolm, we are all doomed. Especially if that other creature decided to lend its allegiance temporarily to Malcolm."
Etta held a hand to her chin. “So this… entity, helped Malcolm to create the Androids?” She shakes her head, leaning against the wall. “This has only gotten a lot more dangerous. Are we sure we can go against such a threat? Even when we know what it can do?”
"No. Malcolm made them himself. Gol- the Vanisher and the other one helped Malcolm destroy the world." Val says, shaking slightly.
Andry walks over and wraps Val in a hug. "It'll be alright, Val." he whispers. Val nods. I know…
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Lucky Jack hummed, thinking. He then looked at Valerie.
“So, this Vanisher creature and his friend are part of the four? And now, they’re possibly back? Why? This world is a wreck already from what I’ve seen,”Jack pondered, still confused.
Val releases Andry and nods. "Indeed. The two beings care not that the world is a ruin. They would like to make the multiverse run red with blood."
Andry shivers and walks away.
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Lucky Jack sighed, rubbing his chin.
“Well, from what I know of Malcolm, it’s not surprising that he’d work with creatures like that. He seems like the type to not care whatsoever about anything except himself,”he said, sighing again.
"Yeah…" Val murmurs, watching Andry. She follows him after a second.
"Is everything alright?" she asks.
"Yeah… I just don't like this." Andry sighs.
Val walks over and wraps him in a hug, which he gratefully returns.
"Fair enough." Val murmurs.
Etta leans against a wall, thinking. Eventually, she starts taking notes on the screen on her arm, then glances at Lucky Jack.
“I assume you run one of those sketchy adamantium businesses, eh?”
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Jack looked at Etta with a surprised raised eyebrow.
“No. I own a chain of stores like this one, and some warehouses to simplify storage. That’s it. Sure, I like to collect adamantium from the junkyards, but… I don’t know, call it more of a hobby. I used to collect rare trinkets back home,”Jack replied, his tone sincere.
Naomi sat down. They would be sad if they could feel emotions because they had no one to help. They were made to help people but they have helped no one so far.
Val listens to Jack and Etta from where she is, and sighs. Andry turns to her. "What is it?"
Val jumps slightly. "I'm not entirely sure…" she mutters, still not looking at Andry. He walks over and places a hand on her shoulder.
"Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be fine." he whispers.
Etta chuckles. “Ah, so I see you’re quite the classy type, eh?”
She looks up from her tinkering to look the small man straight in the eyes.
“And just a collector, I see. Nothing more to you at all? Nothing else involved in your silly little business?” She bends down, smirking
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Jack chuckled.
“I’ve been called classy before, so I suppose it fits,”he said with an easy smile.
He then gives a sly grin.
“‘Silly little business’ is entirely wrong. Sure, I honestly could retire if I wanted to, but I admit that I have rather expensive hobbies. Also, I’m still fairly young, and boredom easily finds me. Now, whether there is more to this business or not, is my decision and my business,”he answered casually.
Etta’s smiles drops, turning a bit more cold.
“What does that mean? There something you don’t want me to know? Are you kidnapping little kids too and making them do your bidding?”
She starts to power up a device on her shoulder, eyes narrowing as her expression fills with hatred.
Shit, Jezzy, what are you doing??
Val appears in front of Etta. "Calm down."
Andry watches silently, preparing himself for a fight.
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Lucky Jack’s eyebrows rose in surprise at the accusation.
“What? Of course not! That’s absolutely barbaric! I hire grown men and women. They get paid well, and I treat them well! I’m a businessman, but also a gentleman!”he explained, flustered.
Etta power down the weapon, shaking her head as she puts a hand to her forehead. Embarrassed, she sighs, nodding slightly
“Of course. You seem a respectable businessman. My apologies.” She gazes at the floor, and sighs. “Gimmie a second.” She says flatly, stomping off to a different room
Val sighs. "Even after living for so long, I do not understand the people of this world."
Andry nods. "Indeed."
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Lucky Jack watched Etta go. That accusation had been personal to her, which meant that whoever she worked for had done that to her. By Ion, what sort of barbarians exist in this world? Even the true barbarians I knew back home were not so savage!
He then sighed, turning to Valerie at her comment. A curious gleam grew in his eyes.
*Might I ask, how old are you? I’m in my mid-twenties, though I’m not sure of the equivalent for this world.”
Val snorts. "It's rude to ask a lady her age, but I'll let it slide. In this life, I'm 20. However, I am older by far than the entire galaxy we're currently in."
Andry looks shocked. Clearly he hadn't known that fact.
