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Denzel was slowly becoming conscience, as that was happening he stopped snoring slightly and his head was turning with some mumbles, "I thought you didn't care anymore." Which wasn't meant for Langly but for someone else. Before his skin starts to twitch a little, as there was only bare skin underneath the straight jacket the man was wrapped in. Crocker lifts his head up and stares at Langly.

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Kefka, meanwhile, waltzes in and collapses onto the first piece of furniture he can find. Transferring everyone to a different hospital was hard work, plus doing some minor changes to brain chemistry to give people a step in the right direction...

Is this what good is? Bah. He's changed fate a little. Besides, everyone at that old hospital would be out of a job!

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"What are you talking about?" Langly questioned, confused by where Crocker was leading. He looked a little alarmed at how skinny Crocker was. For someone who lived with his mother he looked horrible.

He glanced over at Kefka. "We have some food in the fridge. There's not a whole lot, but help yourself."

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Dot, dot, "Well, this is certainly awkward... I thought you where someone else."

Goosebumps quickly appear on the expose skin where Langly had the straight jacket removed, despite his chest being somewhat hairy. Shooting his head around, he was vastly confused where he was, "Where am I?! Why aren't I at the asylum?"

His bolts having been so loose and in deep psychosis that he really didn't remember them coming for him before hand.

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"We rescued you. They weren't treating you right, and we've got a friend's obligation to save you!"

Kefka waves his hand in the air, summoning over a bag of chips.

"Oh, preprocessed Earth food, I cannot avoid your siren song any longer. Your sweet chemicals and salty tang string me to your side. Fill me with food, you chip-beasts!

"Should I grab some food from my world later?"

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"You're back in my world," Langly explained and tossed Crocker a spare t-shirt that sported some kind of rock band on it. "It's probably going to be big on you, but it's something."

He watched Kefka with an arched eyebrow.

"Only if you want to? How different is your food?"

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Catching the t - shirt, began to put that on, relativity easy considering his hump but then the t - shirts body, Denzel was swimming in, "That would explain the depth." Remarking to himself, "THANK YOU!" Slightly spazzing and remarking to both Langly and Kefka with what looks like a smile creeping up on one side of his face before that disappears, "No, they never treat me right." Crocker took a seat in a computer chair, eyeing Kefka as well.

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"Not terribly different! We're mostly at the tech level of your industrial revolution, so we've got a mix of smoked meat and jams and all that as well as fresh food! Some are similar to your earth foods, and some aren't."

Kefka tears open the bag and delicately plucks out a chip, then eats it with gusto. "We'll help you instead."

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"Huh, wouldn't have imagined that at all. I had assumed your world was completely different from here."

Langly leaned against the table, where the computer rested and a few random issues of the Lone Gunmen spread out. If one looked they would see that they were from a year ago and nothing recent.

"You're more then welcome to stay here till you feel ready to return to your world, Crocker."

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Kefka remark about his technology on his world didn't raise much alarm with Denzel, considering Gellert was from the late 1800's, per Industrial
Revolution and saw the Muggle world, more however Crocker had seen some parallels first hand that would support the Multi verse theory. However, gave a nod in agreement to Kefka, "I know you will."

Before turning his focus on Langly, "Nice dinosaur." Slight nerdy laugh. Recognizing the Windows 95 G.U.I. "Don't you know Windows Me is the new thing? Not that I like that very much and it's restricted access to DOS. Techonology. Obsolete in a month." There was a pause, truthfully, he felt better or as good as the man got. But he knew he couldn't go back as soon as they had jailed break him, "Shouldn't be more then a day or two." His eyes falling onto the Lone Gunmen issues, followed by a few tsk tsk.

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"Stop nit-picking, he's in the past! If you're so bothered by it, give him a future computer."

Crunch crunch crunch.

"I think you'll need more than a day..."

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Langly smirked. "I wouldn't say past....just don't have the funds." He did appreciate the gesture, and the ability to converse with another about computers. "I think two days for now...and then we can decide if he needs to stay longer then that."

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"I figured as much when I saw the date in the taskbar and he's not in the past. Least not for me." Sticking his fingers in the floppy drive and jokeling states "What is this?! Really, I'm only two models ahead of you." Pause, "I would stick with the dinosaur, they didn't optimize the PC to full efficiency as they could had if you ask me with Windows Me. Althought, Windows 98 was rather good." Pause, "LONGER!?" Falling off the chair. He didn't like the sound of that, considering how his last off world experience of six months ended up as, "But I'll run out of clothes." Highly doubting his size in pants where around.

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"I can get you some from my world. I bet you'd look good in some luminescent robes or gold armor." Look out, Crocker, he's floating a chip over. "We're worried about you. We want to make sure you're as ok as you can be before we you leave. What kind of friends would we be if we sent you back into battle without healing?"

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Langly smirked as he watched Crocker's reactions about the computer. "We can easily get you clothes here. It's no big deal...." Langly raised an eyebrow at Kefka's comment. "Gold armor? I think that would make him stand out a lot more here. Now if we were going to a Dungeons and Dragons game or a convention...that would be different."

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"YOU BOTH DON'T GET IT DO YOU?! I CAN'T STAY HERE!" Screaming in anger at the top of his lungs before going quiet, "The last time I did that... Albus-"
Pause, as he seems to be trying to gather himself, "I just can't stay long alright?" Before noticing the floating, "No thank you, I'm good. I appeciate both of your concerns, I just can't stay here long." Pause, "What's wrong with what I normally wear?"

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"Well, I'm the only one planning on dying anytime soon, so staying with Langly should be safe!"

Having completely missed the point, Kefka crunches another chip. "I worry that you'll get cold in it! And that your vital areas are unprotected."

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"You'll only be staying at least 3 days...week the most. You'll have access to the community. If something happens we'll make sure you get there."

Langly had a feeling this was going to be a long week or a long three days. However, it was for the best.

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"Wait what? What do you mean you plan on dying sometime soon?!" Denzel's face becomes very distress, hunching over more and burrowing his head into his lap, "I shouldn't make friends." Pause before looking up, "If you think I need something more."

Pause, as he looks over at Langly, "This just better not turn into six months." Or Langly dead.

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"I'm a video game boss. I'm scheduled to die at the end of my game. No one's tried it yet, but soon...my little traitor will awaken from her slumber and come to finish the job she started six months ago."

For someone talking about his imminent death at the hands of a loved one, he's a little too cheerful.

"Ah, she's such a good soldier! That's what I expect from my darling Celes. I might kill her, of course, but when does the community let the villain win? And having a date on my demise makes me feel more confident, to be quite honest. I can't die until that day comes, and I can wrap up my business before then."

Pause. He sits up and looks at Crocker.

"I won't make you watch my death, don't worry! And I'm sure another me will appear. New games start all the time! The phoenix will rise. I may not have my memories, but I'm sure we'll become..." And Kefka's face flickers with something like grief and something like fear before continuing: "Friends again, right?"

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...."A video game boss?" That was a new one on Langly. This was really sounding like a Dungeons and Dragons larp. It's a good thing no one else was around. "Interesting way of looking at things, Kefka."

"Crocker, no one is planning on dying any time soon."

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Crocker looks distress back at Kefka, "I don't know. Albus and I are friends but not as close as we once were." Denzel's mind wanders away for a bit.

Since when does the community let the villain win, was ringing in Crocker's head in the silence till he breaks that, "I wish I remembered what you told me, Langly." Referring to having accomplished his dream.

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"Yep! If it's past 1994, you should be able to buy it! Final Fantasy 6! Or 3, right now, in the Americas. Starring one Kefka Palazzo as the last guy you kill in the game. Ka-pow!" He giggles, crunching up the chip bag with a tension that his face doesn't betray. "The wikipedia has said so. I'm the most evil villain ever faced! I'm so popular, I got third place for a villain contest and I wasn't even an option!"

Kefka does not say: I'm not sure what else to do with myself and my life. Life, hope, dreams...what's the point of it?

"What'd he tell you?"

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"Looks like I'll have to invest in the games once I have the extra money to splurge..." Langly joked halfheartedly. "Looks like you really did research on yourself. I like to keep that sort of thing mysterious. I don't want to know what happened."

He crossed his arms, wondering if it would be a wise thing or not to repeat what he told the man earlier.

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