...Something's wrong.
...Something's wrong.
What?
...Something's wrong.
...Something's wrong.
Progress.
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???
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The kind that can collapse space portals. And I need lots of them.
*looks back to ruby*
Huh. Interesting. I also find your little quarry with Shinji quite hilarious. How is that twitter page doing? Let me guess, 20'000 more retweets since?
*laughs slightly*
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There's a team the Indigo formed, and each of them is either highly skilled or highly powerful. I do not know their actual names, but I have their code names right here.
*Pulls out a file and lays it on a table. I then open it up and pull a list from the papers inside*
They go by Deadeye, Darksteel, Huntress, Juggernaut, Thunderblade, Arsenal, Worldfog, and The Annihilator. Now, this is just speculation, but Deadeye is most likely your friend Lucas. Huntress I have accompanying me here, as Lucas requested. The Annihilator is most likely Antinili, their intended counter to Mr. Strange.
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Tempo? Tempo!
*Runs toward you*
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Rhythm!
*Hugs you*
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*Looks up*
Sorry, that took a lot out of me. I do have some, but I will not reverse damage done by my sister.
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Fine. Anyway
*Pushes her to the side with my foot*
Anyway, somebody, not her, was able to exploit a weakness in programming, which forced my consciousness into the error drive, where it's never supposed to reach. During the fatal error, the last moments and data are stored in that location for debugging and troubleshooting purposes. And due to how I interpret data, I had to live as if I was experiencing that state for months. So to reiterate, it sucked.