[@Lugubrious] [@DracoLunaris] [@Simple Unicycle] [img]https://see.fontimg.com/api/rf5/lgmWw/OGE2YmYyODAzZjI5NDNkMWI5OGUxY2ViMDMzYjFjMGMudHRm/SGFycnkgRHVib2lz/super-funky.png?r=fs&h=63&w=1000&fg=9628CD&bg=F0ECEC&tb=1&s=63 [/img] [b][center]Word Count: 1,141 Level: Lv: 6 EXP: (3/60) Location: The Avenger - Wednesday Morning Rollout [/center][/b] Luckily, Harry found a bottle of Maraschino cherries he could drink. He carried this back to his table before returning for some food, avoiding eye contact with the chief and employees at the cantina. Getting some food was pitiful since Harry was not particularly hungry. Quickly, he ate his food, conversing with his group about what would happen next. Would they be sent on another mission to combat Galeem’s forces. Harry assumed that would be the case. However, he was still concerned about the kids and the creature living underneath the castle in Martira. This was one case he didn’t want to leave unsolved. So he would probably ask to see if any progress had been made. Or perhaps he could be updated on how the case proceeds. After he had finished his meal, he said good night to his companions before heading off to bed. He didn’t get much sleep during the night. His dream was a mixture of images of his past, present, and future. Inside the dream, he was back in Revachol. He was on the floor after being shot, with Kim standing above him. The woman mercenary was behind him, pointing a gun at his head. The other mercenaries were a few feet away, looking prepared to attack them at any moment. He yelled for Kim to turn around, but it sounded more like a whisper. His face was covered in blood as the bullet bore its way through his partner’s skull. The masked man with the heavy rifle in the back aimed their gun at Harry while laughing loudly. It sounded like a high pitched demonic sounding laugh. It sounded like a mixture of a laugh and the squealing of a pig. Looking around the crowd, he could see the residents of Revachol and his co-workers in Precinct 41. e shash They had a look of shock and horror at what was going on. Kim’s body went limp as his body slammed into the cobblestone road. The woman pointed her gun at him, and before she took the shot, he woke up. Sitting up right while screaming at the top of his lungs. His whole pasty white body was covered in sweat. He looked around to notice he was inside the Avenger and safe. “Sorry about that, Kit, I had a bad dream.” Harry said before lying back on the bed. Harry couldn't sleep for the rest of the night and stared at the wall until morning. At 6 in the morning, Harry got out of bed when he noticed the sound of an alarm going off. “What the hell is that?” He started rushing to get prepared. Taking a quick shower before putting on his usual [url=https://www.reddit.com/media?url=https%3A%2F%2Fi.redd.it%2Fart-for-a-cyberpunk-red-character-i-made-based-on-harry-du-v0-m46p7as3qh7c1.jpg%3Fwidth%3D1262%26format%3Dpjpg%26auto%3Dwebp%26s%3D041a5efe599a9d281ea24bb53f631ebd397bc973]outfit[/url]. A few moments later, he was outside the room, wondering what was going on. But he assumed that it was a kind of wake up call of some kind. Sitting in the cafeteria after getting some breakfast. He didn’t eat much of his food; he was still shaken from his dream. “Hi, Band.” He finally said the mechanical detective. The detective was slowly eating some more of his food. He felt the effects of alcohol withdrawal starting to set back in. His eyes looked over to Nadia, whom Band seemed to know. Smiling at her after shovelling his next forkful of food and swallowing it. “Howdy, my name is Harry Dubois. It’s nice to meet you.” He extended his hand for her to shake. His attention turned to Hemisay, giving him a nod of acknowledgment. It was nice to see another familiar face. He gave her the "Expression" to try and charm her. “Hehe, I knew you were some kind of sun god.” He said to Amy, but he quite liked the nickname of Dog Mullens for Amaterasu. “Nice to finally know your name. Do you mind if I still call you Dog Mullens? Or do you want me to call ya Amaterasu?” He asked, wondering what name she would prefer. He bet she preferred Amaterasu and was angry at Harry for always calling her Dog Mullens. His attention turned to Pit. “Ain’t you a little young to be fighting?” Harry was reminded of Lilly, or Annette. But he could tell there was more to him than meets the eye. “So what’s your deal, kid? Sounds like you're some kinda angel or something?” Relaxing in his seat while conversing with them. Hearing about Lady Palutena, he felt like an insignificant bug compared to the gods and higher beings around him. He thought his inner thoughts could try to communicate with Amaterasu. Squinting his eyes while staring at the wolf. His face started to become a little purple from how hard he tried to concentrate. “Oh great goddess of the sun, please forgive our past trespasses. I am just a pitiful mortal trying to survive. From now on, if you need anything, you can speak with me telepathically.” Of course, he wasn’t telepathically speaking to Amaterasu as he didn’t possess that ability. It was all in his head. He relaxed his face as it went back to normal. Harry looked at Sandalphon, assuming she ran this whole show. And to him, it seemed that was the case. Going to a city would be a nice change of pace from the caves and haunted mansions of the past. As the recruits were introduced, Harry stood up and introduced himself. “Detective Harry Dubois at your service.” Sitting back down while looking over at the other members. “Quite a ragtag group of people we got here.” He thought, but was glad to be around so many pretty women in the group. He took the sash and started to wrap it around his waist. Putting away his medkit and water canteen into his plastic bag. Before going to the pod, he would find some equipment so he would not be defenceless. Looking through the armoury for any good weapons. But unfortunately, there was not much in the way of weapons or supplies. The only thing he took was a golden [url=https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/finalfantasy/images/2/26/President_Shinra%27s_special-made_handgun_from_FFVII_Remake.png/revision/latest?cb=20211226184008]gun[/url] that seemed to be very bedazzled. "[color=fff200]A very disco choice Harry.[/color]" His Savoir Faire said. "[color=00aeef]The engravings give you no tactical advantage whatsoever.[/color]" Logic chimed in sounding dissapointed in Harry's choice of weapon. "[color=fff200]Fuck tactical advantage, now you are a real superstar cop.[/color]" Savoir Faire retorted. Harry, meanwhile collected a pitiful amount of 9mm ammo and put it into his plastic bag. Spinning the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6cDTVKHsek]gun[/url] a few times before putting it away into a shoulder holster he had found. He made his way back to the other members of the Gold Team near the hellpods. But before he left, he said goodbye and wished Kit luck on his mission. He gave him a High five before he left, lowering his hand for a low five, hoping he would give it a slap.