Dio  frowned as he tossed Carver's unconscious body to the side before moving to take the sword out of his midsection. The blood had regenerated his wounds for the most part, but obtaining new limbs would take time. Sighing, Dio focused for a second and concentrated before tentacles shot out of the stumps of his arm and leg, quickly attaching to the body parts that had been cut off and pulling them back into place. Testing the function of both his reattached limbs, Dio cracked his neck and recalled "The World" before glancing at Carver's body.

"Hm. I'll let you live for now. You'll serve a greater purpose in the future." he stated before walking deeper into the ship as his wounds continued to regenerate. The toll that "The World" had on his body now was annoying, true, but at this point it couldn't be helped that he was weakened to this extent. Facing more than one enemy of that caliber at once would be a surefire retreat, and to be honest he wasn't even sure if he could take on even one more.

But he had a mission to fulfill and a request to oblige. Even the strongest of the world had to start from somewhere low... Though he had done that once, already.

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Gintoki blinked at the guards aiming their weapons at him, sweat drops forming on his neck and forehead. 

"H-hey now..." he trailed off before the men started firing. Gintoki immediately rolled to the side and shouted at them as he attempted to run around to get into a position to counterattack.

"Oi! Was what I said really that aggravating? You had your meal, so let us have ours! Geez, it's like you're trying to be jerks here! Don't you have better things to do than denying people the joy and satisfaction of food? Didn't your parents ever raise you to be better than that?" he yelled as he began jumping around to avoid the bullets being fired at him. Taking a quick breath, he quickly used the canopy of a nearby stall to launch himself at the elevator, which he then used to propel himself onto the catwalk... Or, at least, onto the railing of one. Grabbing it with a single hand, Gintoki stared at the people who had just reoriented their weapons at him.

"Ah... I'm in trouble, aren't I?"