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"Uh... I think you're in the wrong place. Oh! Maybe you got dragged in by the multiverse like the rest of us?" Andre is still waving the burger. It's fucking distracting to watch. It's a good looking burger though.

"Ey, you lookin' for someone ma'am?" Andre calls out to the ponytailed girl from his spot trying to revive the slime.

"... Wow, science is cool." Kyle is enchanted by the power of science being introduced to him right now.

Kyle throws his gun to Mar and then throws himself down at Alexandria's feet. "I'm sorry for saying mean things to you. Marry me and upgrade my gun?"

"If ya can't properly explain it beyond magic I ain't lettin' you have my gun." Kyle turns to Alexandria. "Yeah, basically it's a gun that uses a fancy magnet coiled around the barrel to accelerate the payload to extremely high speeds. Also, it's fun to say."

Kyle steps away from the orc. "Touch my gun and I'll have your balls. As for what it's made out of, it's a platinum plated shotgun. Just steel and plastics everywhere else." He frowns angrily at Mar.

Anyone entering the smithy would be met with Kyle curiously messing with the strange alloy. Privately he's perplexed by just what the fuck kind of metal it is anyways and why no one stole it when everything else of value was taken. Outwardly he's poking it with a shotgun like any good American would do.

"So uh... why don't we just use the slimecat network? It's bound to be more energy efficient than those things. And also they're cute and squishy. Those are my two favorite characteristics." Andre says, still trying to rouse Kagari.

Andre kneels down and offers the gellified slime a hamburger. The smell of the greasy meat and melting cheese combining into a lovely mouthwatering bouquet. Also, the sudden appearance of a man that's well over six feet tall and not wearing a shirt (though everyone would be fairly certain he's actually been there the whole time if they thought on it) would be slightly startling. "Oi, come on, up ye get bueaty. Y'can do that inside where we aren't about ta lose bits of ya iffin ya sink inta the ground to much."

"You have a point new girl. If we were recruited then that means we should probably have come to terms with the fact that we'll die some day. And we should come to terms with uh... ah hell what was it that that one website calls it..." Kyle scratches his chin. "The uh... the phone knows where you sleep? Eh, close enough. Basically you aren't gonna get out of this even if it weren't for the fact that it'll affect you even if you weren't here. So uh... Man the fuck up or something. I don't know. I'm not a psychologist." Kyle goes back inside to ruminate.

Kyle blinks. Then he covers face and takes a few deep breathes. Finally he drops his hands. "It's not just me that thinks that a letter would have been more useful right? Like, it could have answered everything we needed, wouldn't have ended with a "Actually, I have time to slowly walk up to you but no time to answer all your questions" you know, stuff like that?"

Kyle stops. Well, actually he had full on stopped and turned around when the slime girl screamed. But he stiffens with the Giant's gaze. "... Could you have really not sent a letter or something? Or any oth3r method that doesn't involve traumatizing us with your dead body thing? Hell, you could have called my phone." He rubs his temples before sighing. "If this is the quality of the Multiverse's massaging service, I believe you."

Kyle stares at Alexandria in a mixture of shock and confusion, not to mention the already present anger. It's at this crossroads of emotion that he was left with two options. He could choose to try and forgive and forget. But that wouldn't be fitting for a person like him, would it? "I'll apologize for everything else! I'm sorry if I seemed like I was trying to press gang people into helping me. I'm sorry that I've ignorantly endangered allies through my actions. But I'm not going to fucking pretend that my life is worth as much as the lives of anyone else here except to a very small group of people, and I'm definitely not sorry for doing that too you after what you just said! You can fuck around with the pincushion there if you want, I'm going to back to my room." With that Kyle storms off into the castle, an angry glimmer of tears in his eyes.

For Kyle was just glaring as he took the second slap as he had to. But something about that last sentence really pissed him off. If Alexandria had very precise sensors in her hands she would notice one of her "Hostage's" finish clenching. "I'd rather lose my hands." He wouldn't of course. And the threat was only that, a threat. It'd hurt like a bitch to have his hands greanaded but at least it'd prove his point that no, his grenades never had a chance of hurting anyone but him. And everyone knows that explosives don't actually blow off body parts.

Kyle drops to the ground when the robot goes to slap him again. While it does leave him awkwardly dangling for a moment it's much better than suffering the indignity of being harmed for trying to defend himself by someone who was supposed to be his ally. To make his displeasure with his treatment known he helpfully kicks the robot in the knee. Well, it's more of a stomp really, but still.

"No offense, but if it didn't want a fight it shouldn't be showing up looking OBVIOUSLY EVIL! Seriously, I was looking at a giant impaled with a bunch of weapons, then I see myself shot in the fucking back. Somehow I'M the unreasonable one for trying to get rid of it? Y'all need to gitchur fuckin' processors check if you're thinkin' that attacking isn't the best option here!" Kyle's not very much interested in the giant now given his teammate's insistence on removing his method of self defense and then having the gall to smack him for it.

Kyle exits with everyone else to see the townsfolk. The he sees the walking murder case. He looks around to the others before turning back and seeing... himself, shot dead. The blood on the front of his shirt implying he was shot through the back. Understandably he backs away from the giant's path. Less, or perhaps equally understandably, he pulls out a grenade and starts to pull the pin. It's pretty obvious he's intending to throw it if someone doesn't stop him.

Kyle shrugs. "Well, if anyone wants to talk more I'm going to be tossing the rotting furniture out of one of those big bedrooms."

"I will point out that at this point I'm legally dead. Also, my wife is the one who controlled the money. And finally, my wife is the one who shot me in the back so I really don't trust her with my kid anymore. Actually, if it wasn't for that last part I wouldn't even be talking about it." Kyle shrugs.

Kyle looks over to Katsuo. "Hey, glad you're here buddy. Wanna help get my daughter back from my world and specifically my ex-wife?"

"Well, if we got here there's gotta be some way to get us back. Of course, it's probably safer for my kid if she isn't even on the same world so I'll probably just be taking her back here. I'm already planning on making this place a little more homey... Starting with an AC unit." Kyle looks at the roof as he considers more modifications to make.

"Hey you, kid with the spear." Sadly, Kyle has found Sachi. "You wanna help us get my kid back so that my crazy ex-wife doesn't get her?"

"The fucking with you part was sarcasm. I'm not messing with you, I'm deadly serious. To be fair I'm deadly most of the time, but right now I'm serious as well." Kyle shrugs.

"No. I said that to fuck with you guys. Yes I have a daughter. Her name's Kate. We were going to have a little father daughter time but uhh... you know." He makes a shooting motion at himself which he accompanies with a deadpan "bang".

Kyle narrows his eyes for a bit. "Uh... My daughter is about ten so I reckon I'm around... thirty? I'm fairly certain I'm thirty."