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[mmm_paradise]

Who: mmm_paradise, shrt_temper, mouthiness, eventually cutest_avenger and ultimaverum
What: The ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny! sort of. MURDER PLOT FINALE, THANK GOD.
When: November 14, 7:00 PM
Where: The library second floor, an out of the way (but visible) alcove
Rating: Who knows mang. PG-13 for Deadpool's mouth?

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[shrt_temper]

They'd already been waiting for half an hour. Rorschach was certain he'd at least made a good head start in pacing a furrow into the library carpet, rehearsing what he was going to say over in his head a hundred times. When the door opened, he stopped, and moved quickly but calmly into the alcove where they'd decided to wait. It wasn't as though he and Deadpool were particularly easy people to miss.

[mouthiness]

Deadpool for his part, was incredibly frustrated and antsy. He was pretending to read some book. He on his thirtieth flip through of the pages when Josh finally arrived. The book gets thrown over his shoulder when he sees him.

"Jeeze! What took you so long! 6:30 means 6:30! Only jerks are late I hope you know."

[mmm_paradise]

Joshua smiled as he stuck his a hand in his pocket. "Rather presumptuous, wouldn't you say? You hardly even know me! Good luck trying to backtrack from that first impression."

He walked up to the table in the alcove, pulled up a chair, and collapsed comfortably in the seat, leaning forward and settling his head on top of weaved fingers. "I do hope one of you intend to make this worth my time." He laughed to himself. Things were terribly simple when all that was required of him in a game was plain honesty. "If this gets boring, I'm out."

[shrt_temper]

The blots on Rorschach's mask bristled, twitching slightly at the edges, and he knelt to pick up the book Deadpool had dropped, brandishing it.

"Is that all this is?" He growled through clenched teeth. "Something to amuse you?"

[payback]

At the moment more than anything Rin would have liked to punch something (or someone - she could think of more than a few folks right now that could probably benefit from a sharp blow to the head). But that wouldn't do anyone any good at this point, since Rorschach and whatever friends he'd picked up had apparently forged the Rubicon already. There was no going back now, and if she wanted to do anything for anyone she had to keep as calm as she could, just like in the prisons

[mmm_paradise]

Joshua was sitting on the table at this point, swinging his legs and looking for all the world like a rambunctious teenager planning his next practical joke for the library with two henchmen at his beck and call. Nothing could have been so far and so close to the truth at the same time. He looked up at the patter of feet, good, she was getting smarter; no need to sneak up if he already knew she was there, she was coming, she was picking up her things and dashing off like a shot - haha, what a game this was, what a show! His power was the only thing on the RG realm at this point; he himself had already tuned up to the UG frequency, leaving the decoy as his RG avatar.

It was a pretty petty trap, if you looked at it from a third person perpective - dropping hints, luring the brightest minds, making them traverse through all of the red tape and legislation that was the rules of the Paradisan reality, just so he (and Rin, he didn't want her to feel left out) would have something to do. But then again, what choice did he have? Neku had

[payback]

She slowed at the acknowledgment, feeling a kind of sickness welling up inside her at. She had no idea what these people had tried to pull on Joshua, or what she was even going to do; whether she should try to protect them or cut them off now, leave them fluttering in the breeze, save her own skin.

Giving up was not really within Rin's character, but as she looked at Joshua - the horrible little godling that for whatever godforsaken reason she on some level rather liked, and was not going to just abandon - the possibility occurred to her and she swallowed hard.

Maybe she could bribe their way out of it with stories or information. Then again... a fire had never been quenched by throwing more fuel on it. Though Joshua burned too cold for the comparison to really hold water.

She sat, anyway, and folded her hands on her lap, pressing her fingers against each other. She tried to look at him as steadily as she possibly could. "What kind of 'fun'?"

[mmm_paradise]

A few seconds pause, and suddenly - woo, if they feel a little woozy, that means that they just felt themselves elevate, their physical bodies snatched up and away into the UG. Joshua was sitting in the exact same place, with the same body and the same smirk; the library itself stayed the same. After all, the UG and the RG were on dimensions one and the same. He stretched, creating a curious double image of himself; one on the RG and one on the UG, extended like a cat. "Hmm... I should really get rid of that." It was gone before he finished his sentence, and he stood up, leaning against the table with on hand in his coat pocket and the other out as he inspected his nails.

"'Fun' as in amusements, excitement, entertainment - aided by our two new friends here." He waved at them. Their hands slowly raised and waved back before settling back down by their sides. "Rorschach and Deadpool are very friendly, as you can probably tell."