[@Lugubrious]  [@DracoLunaris] [@Simple Unicycle]

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[b][center]Word Count:  675
Level: Lv: 6  EXP:  (3/60)
Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands - Curien Mansion
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Harry tried to keep pace with the others. But he was not as physically fit as he once was. The image of him when he was a gym teacher came to mind. Trying to motivate his students to get physically fit. His whole body felt like it was on fire. Large beads of sweat were running down his body and face. The loot he had stolen before was weighing him down severely. “Fuck.” Muttering while taking the heavier loot out of his pockets and pants.  Turning around to throw the object at the thing chasing them to try and slow them down. He looked pretty sad to be getting rid of the loot he took.  Looking behind him again to check to see if his attack had worked somehow. 

Trying his best to move out of the way of any objects in front of him or what was being thrown at him.  He was starting to slow down a little as he started huffing and puffing loudly.  He turned his head to Band, who was now seemingly attacking Kit. “What the hell? What are ya doin?” He said, but he got no answer. He soon joined Kit as he was sent flying behind him. Screaming again as loudly as he could. His screams seemed to echo through the mansion.  Landing face first into the ground with a loud thud.  His pants fell, exposing his stained underwear. Quickly, Harry got up on his feet, brushing off some dust and dirt from his clothes.  

“KISS MY FAT HAIRY ASS FUCKWADS!!!” Harry blurted while flashing his butt at his pursiuiter before following Band into the courtyard.  “God damn i gotta get me one of those things.” Harry thought as he watched the zombies being vaporized.  Joining the others and looking back at the mansion once again. “Good riddence.” He muttered. 

Harry took a few hard breaths, trying to get the wind back in his sails. “Hi, I did pretty well fighting those things. You didn’t see me cut the zombies in half with my mind.” He said to Band. Oblivious to the fact that he doesn’t have any superhuman abilities, but was Amaterasu using her painting abilities.  He turned to Heismay, coughing loudly to get his attention. “Hi, man, sorry I called you a pedophile back at the mansion. I was perhaps too hasty to throw an accusatory finger at ya.” 
 
The Detective looked up at the mountain that was being pointed at. “Can’t we rest a little before going?” But the group seemed to be dead set on heading out to the mountain. So he would have to keep going. 

Stein eyed him somewhat warily. “You can ride on top of the Atom if you want. Hold on tight though, she can get pretty jerky if the goin’ gets rough.”

Harry was still tired from his fight in the mansion. “Do any of you guys have a band-aid or something? I’m in kinda rough shape from the mansion.” Harry pulled out the bottle of alcohol he had in his bag.  Tipping the bottle back but was disappointed that there was only a little bit left. Sadly, he put the bottle back into the bag. 

While he had nothing to offer in terms of healing, Band glanced at Kit. Back in the mansion, the knight had restored himself by drinking some sort of luminous amber liquid from a glass flask, and it could probably do the same for Harry. Of course, Band wasn’t about to volunteer Kit for the job, since that flask belonged to him. It was up to the knight whether or not Harry got any medicine.

Harry was glad he was away from the mansion. The surrounding area was quite beautiful. The fresh air was a nice change of pace from the musky and dirty mansion they had just been in. Listening to what Band was saying, a flood of memories seemed to come rushing back to him. 

“Oh god Kim…” Harry had his hands to his face. Trying to hold back his tears, remembering the flash of light as Kim was about to be shot by that female mercenary. He hoped perhaps Kim was alive and he would meet him soon. He took a few deep breaths after finally gaining his composure. “What is Galeem’s goal? What does he hope to achieve by taking apart our worlds? How many guardians do we gotta fight before we get to Galeem? What happened to the other people in our world? Are they dead or alive?” Asking Band all of these questions, hoping to get some answers to ease his mind. “Nevertheless, for now we should focus on rescuing those kids.” 

The cyborg furrowed his brow, frustrated by something but not necessarily Harry. “Wish I knew myself. Galeem hasn’t done much while we been here, far as I can tell. Just hangs up in the sky and lords over the place.” From this mountainside, the team could see clear across the region to the empty space in the middle of the continent, far of which the Lord of Light hovered like a second sun. “As for other folks, there’s no tellin’. They could be anywhere, but this World of Light just ain’t big enough to have everythin’ and everyone from every world Galeem destroyed. I could count the people I met from my world on one hand.” He gave Harry an apologetic glance. “Sorry. Just tryin’ to not get your hopes up.”

Heismay still looked puzzled, but at least he and the others could agree on something. “It is indeed a strange -and perilous- country. I can hardly say how far I’ve wandered from home.” He paused sorrowfully, his claws clutching the amulet strung about his neck.