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[b][center]Word Count:  855
Level: Lv: 6  EXP:  (3/60)
Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands/ The Avenger
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As the group made their way out of the Dead Zone, Harry was deep in thought about whether anything he did was positively affecting the world. The idea that his deeds were pointless and that this meant nothing was at the forefront of his mind. He didn’t think that solving this case would do any good. This feeling felt like the exact moment when his fiancée left him. Harry had his hands shoved into his pockets, looking quite melancholy.  This whole situation was messed up because he didn’t have the full picture of the situation. 

Harry was walking with the others and started feeling a little dizzy after a moment. His hands were shaking, and he could feel the withdrawal beginning to set in. He stopped walking and stood still like a statue. He vomited all over the floor before wiping his mouth and the tears from his cheek. Slowly, he got his bearings before continuing to walk along with the group. Caughting up with the others, he was glaring daggers at Morris. The son of a bitch thought he could run, but he wasn’t going to escape from justice so easily. 

He would ensure that Morris and his co-conspirators never see the light of day. Of course, he would like to interrogate Lady Joanna. And find out more information about this monster. He could be the Icebreaker to get some answers from her. However, it seemed Bardon would take care of the situation. Something that disappointed Harry greatly. “Hopefully we can find whatever is under the castle, bud…not like it matters though. Looks like we gotta deal with Galeem.” He said, responding to Kitt. But there was a bigger fish to fry right now. If Galeem were allowed to fulfill his plans, then the kids would be dead either way.  

Harry shrugged his shoulders before speaking up. “I guess I’ll go with you then.” His voice sounded low and quite exhausted already. He didn’t acknowledge Sandalphon as she made her appearance to the group.  He had an expressionless look as he was fulltoned out to the Avenger. 

As soon as she got to the Avenger, he went straight to the canteen—not to get any food, but to see if he could procure a drink. As he entered the cantina, he snooped around the kitchen area, looking for any bottles of booze. Anything that had alcohol in it would help with the withdrawal. 

If the chef were there, he would notice Harry stalking inside the kitchen. Harry was scavenging through the fridge and cabinets, hoping to find any alcohol he could drink. His hands were shaking more than before. Thick beads of sweat were running down his face. A voice was speaking to him. 

“[color=662d91]You don’t need a drink, Harry. Look what happened to you last time you went on a bender.[/color]” Volition said, sounding disappointed in Harry. 

“[color=ed1c24]You have to get something inside of you to fight the withdrawal. If not, you'll have one hell of a bad time.[/color]”  Electro-Chemistry said, trying to get Harry to start drinking. 

“[color=00aeef]Don’t listen to him, he 's just trying to bring you down and send you into oblivion.[/color]” Logic chimed in with Inland Empire speaking. 

“[color=662d91]But wasn’t that the path you were always taking, Harry. The path into the cold, empty hands of death?[/color]” Inland Empire was starting to scare Harry with his existential crap. 

“[color=ed1c24]You serve no purpose in life. Your life is nothing! You serve zero purpose! YOU SHOULD KILL YOURSELF NOW!!!  And give somebody else a piece of that oxygen and ozone layer, that's covered up so we can breathe inside this blue trapped bubble. Kill yourself. I mean that, with a hundred percent. With a thousand percent.[/color]”  Shiver said. 

“[color=00aeef]What the hell are you guys talking about? Harry will do no such thing. Look, you can spiral into alcoholism and despair, but that isn’t going to help solve this case and with fighting Galeem. You don’t need alcohol to function.[/color]” Logic said, trying to persuade Harry not to spiral. 

“[color=fff200]Hi, what did I miss?[/color]” Reaction Speed said being obvious what the conversation topic was.  

After Harry’s conversation with the chief, he left the kitchen and sat at a table. Looking around and being weirded out by the others eating in the canteen. A few tables to his right, he noticed a huge man in power armour conversing with a dog in a dress. A dude in a trench coat smoking something out of a pipe. Another buff blonde dude with sunglasses chewing bubble gum and kicking ass while playing some sort of handheld console. Another guy who looked like an undead cowboy singing showtunes with a scary-looking Japanese gangster. And what he assumed was a journalist conversing with a shirtless Japanese man with a scar on his chest, and a bear in a karate outfit. 

This place and really this whole situation were quite strange to Harry. Nevertheless, he continued eating and drinking, trying to restore his energy. After this, he would shower and perhaps find somewhere on this vessel to get his clothes cleaned. A good nap could help with his mood.