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[canhaskingdom]

A screaming, shapeless, blurred mass of brown is hurtling out of the sky and heading directly for the Nexus floor. The limp, tumbling figure suddenly makes contact with the ground, emitting a resounding, earsplitting smack. However, this person is not smeared across the ground like a bug on a windshield, nor is he dead--lucky enough to be protected

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[alloy_avenger]

Hank takes off his glasses and sets them near the man's fumbling hands, prodding them into position so that he'll find them.

"Fear not."

[canhaskingdom]

Muska has found some glasses! He shoves them on as fast as he can, desperately--and while his overall vision was ruined by the light from the destruction spell, an he's still squinting a bit, he's certainly a lot more comfortable without so much light directly hitting his eyes.

"Where is this place?"

He asks this while staring in a completely random direction, shaking some. It's too blurry for him to tell exactly where this speaker is.

[alloy_avenger]

With just his naked eyes, scans the man in the optic orbs, and uses certain technopathic abilities to gradually make those glasses work like they should...

The cyborg sits down. "Everywhere...and nowhere."

Really. Be glad you're alive, son.

[canhaskingdom]

After a moment, Muska finds he can see again--which in turn sends him flipping out again. Looking at the Nexus, and the people in it, the first feeling that hits him is one of utter confusion. And this person--?

"...Limbo?!"

He speaks the word out with a little bit of a strange stress on the 'i', likes something of a distressed gasp. The fallen king is having something of a moral struggle, wondering if he can blame his actions in the last three hours or so on temporary insanity.

[alloy_avenger]

Oh, newcomers. How you do amuse. "There is no escape from Limbo."

[canhaskingdom]

Oh, no. Now Muska's shaking so hard that he looks like he's just on the edge of a grand mal seizure--If he's in limbo, that means judgment, which means hell, because he just killed off a couple hundred people for no reason and seriously considered shooting a little girl in the head--

"No...no...I don't want to be here. I can't be here!"

Romuska is just a tad off his rocker, very fragile--and now he's teetering just on the edge on having some sort of episode. He stands up and backs up a bit--he needs to get out of here. He looks around frantically for a moment, and shakily pulls out his little blue book, which somehow managed to stay in his pocket all 20,000 feet. He's flipping through the pages with a massive amount of focus even through his uncontrollable trembling. You've got to appreciate his ability to even hold the thing.

[alloy_avenger]

Drawing on a cold lack of emotion, the cyborg grimaces.

"Calm yourself." There is a silent 'or else' at the end of that sentence. "You wouldn't want to face the end like this."

[canhaskingdom]

Muska, unfortunately, can't calm down. He starts crying, then laughing--loud and disturbing--and shuts the book and places it in his pocket. He's not shaking or frightened, it seems, but is certainly not anything but calm.

"FINE! Let judgment come to me while I'm smiling--It's funny, really. Who will pass it? That girl? The queen? she seems to know everything! I am an innocent king, it was her stupidity and greed that brought me here. I did nothing that would merit a ticket to the fires of hell."

He starts rambling incoherently about dreams and failure, floating castles, pigtails and children, as if he wasn't making zero sense already. After a moment, he remains still, and lets out an odd sigh, letting his arms drop to his sides. He sounds quiet and defeated.

"I...I'm sorry. I was wrong..."

[alloy_avenger]

If it weren't for the AV-field, somebody would get bitchslapped. The menacing half-metal man's eyes flicker scarlet. "Did you not understand? I said, 'fear not.'"

[canhaskingdom]

Muska instantly calms down. He looks a little bit flustered, but is altogether back on the sane side of his mind. He places his hands in his pockets nervously.

"I...I'm sorry, I'm not sure what came over me."

He breathes deeply. Surely, he did not acquire the tendency to switch personalities? It's a troubling thought. He grips the tiny book (tucked safely back into his pocket) for comfort.

[alloy_avenger]

"That, sir, was a guilty conscience that came over you."

Hank sweeps his hand in a demonstrative gesture of the Nexus.

"It seems you have been granted grace."

[canhaskingdom]

He sighs in relief, and reminds himself countless times in his head not to worry. As long as no one who knows him shows up, he should be fine here.

"I never even knew I had one, until now."

Leading the life of a cruel, heartless bastard will do that to you. Somehow, deep down, he thinks he deserves punishment, but is for the most part relieved that he isn't actually going to burn for all eternity. Who wouldn't be?

[alloy_avenger]

Hank merely chuckles and sits down. "It wouldn't do you any good here."

[canhaskingdom]

"It never served me any anywhere else. Hopefully I can ignore it."

This will not be successful. Muska's a little more than a couple cards short of a deck.

"I really don't need to think about those things right now."

[alloy_avenger]

Yes, Hank does not particularly care. You are an amoral man of your own admission, sir. "I don't believe you know what you should think about right now."

[canhaskingdom]

"I...really don't. Hmm."

He considers this. What should he do?

"...Are there weapons shops around here?"

It's asked without an ounce of bad intent. He manages to sound scared.