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You are all... doomed...

Oww... his head was killing him. It wasn't unusual for reploids to repeat relevant data while on standby, just like human 'dreams', but this particular one has been all he has dreamed about since he woke up in HQ a few weeks ago.

Lumine defeated. One last attack. Light. And then that asshole's voice over and over again like a broken record.

You are all... doomed...

It was getting boring by now. You'd think nutjobs like him would've an ace under their sleeves a bit more... dangerous than repeating their last words inside one's head, Axl pondered. Of course he hadn't told a thing to both X and Zero. It was creepy enough to know that X never left his side until he opened his eyes, and kept hanging around him like he was some kind of dying patient. Not that he didn't like the attention, mind you, but...

Well, it was X. If Zero had done that, he'd totally blame that Lumine asshat.

You are all... doomed...

"I hear you alright, shut the fuck up", he muttered, quite annoyed. He'd need to be very, very subtle while asking Noctile about voices in one's h--

Wait.

Axl stood up and looked around. This... wasn't HQ. Actually, he was pretty sure this wasn't any place he knew at all. He didn't know much about religion and stuff, but the place looked like an old worshipping place. He could almost hear X's voice saying 'It's a Cathedral' in that weird, fatherly voice he used when he was not bordering a nervous collapse during missions.

The question now was: Why was he in an unknown building big enough to fit the HQ lab at least thrice? It all looked pretty real, and his scans didn't show any kind of energy around.

"This isn't a good time to go bonkers, Axl", he whispered to himself while securing the area. There was no signal in the comm. No way to contact his fellow Hunters. No life signs. In a nutshell? He was completely and positively lost. This wasn't his ~~day~~ ~~week~~ year.

Plop.

"Come on, say we're doomed once again, you bastard. I dare you", taunted the reploid as he grabbed his guns and turned to the door down the hall, where he had heard steps.

One thing was certain, he thought with a smirk. If things turned nasty, he'd sure as hell kick whatever was in the other side right to Lumine's rusting ass up in the moon.

"Bring it on!"

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Sunday.

Django liked coming to the cathedral on Sundays to leave some flowers in the altar. Sometimes he prayed for the city and for Sabata, and sometimes he just thanked Sol for all the things he had done for him.

And now, even when he knew this wasn't his San Miguel, he still wanted to do it.

So there he was, walking towards the altar with some sunflowers in one hand and his gun in the other hand. Little did he know this was going to be a crazy sunday.

Well, at least crazy than usual.

[Guns pointing forward. This one has a life reading.

...That's odd, the weren't life readings a moment before, when he heard the noise.]

[SNEAKS IN......... hey wait, that one doesn't look undead.

Nor immortal.

But he has guns, so he walks forward, his gun also pointing at the newcomer.]

Hi...?

[Keeps pointing with the right hand. Waves with the left.]

Sup.

[... well, he looks nice.]

Coming here to leave an offering. Are you new?

[Yeah, he doesn't look evil...]

Got no information on this place so yeah, new for me.

[Half the mechaniloids don't look dangerous, but he knows better by now. Besides, the human hasn't gotten his weapon down, so...

Friendly chatter with a gun in the head? That's his kinda thing.]

This is San Miguel.

Not the real San Miguel, but still something like San Miguel.[Scratches his head with his gun.] It's a little messy.

[San Miguel. Checked. Ooooh man, he sure will get a rant for being transported to random weird places.]

Got a name?

[Walks to the altar and leaves the flowers. He's still a little on alert, but still.

He takes a little time to give a quick "thank you" to Sol (and to apologize for the haste) and then turns.]

I'm Django. Who are you?

[...guns down. This human doesn't look that dangerous, really.]

Call me Axl. Nice to meetcha, Django!

[He's not pointing at Axl anymore but he hasn't put the gun back.] Nice to meet you too!

[Oh, right!] This place is filled with undead, you should be careful.

Undead?

[BIG EYES. WIDE SMILE.]

Undead?! Oh man. OH MAN. That's awesome, please tell me you're not kidding me.

[...] The undead have consumed this world, the last few humans are living in San Miguel now.

[What the hell is with the newcomers and undead??]

[There aren't undead in the newcomers' worlds? We have some kind of undead!reploids, but they don't really count.]

That... sucks ass, but hey, at least the battle's not lost yet! So, are the undead the only problem? No reploids going Irregular or something?

[Well, they are pretty normal here.]

We have the Immortal too, but they are like stronger, smarter undead who are harder to kill.

That's because they haven't had a chance to meet with my babies here. [Shows guns :D]

[Tilts his head... Then smiles a little.]

Only concentrated sunlight can destroy Immortals. If you just "kill" them they will come back eventually.

Really? Dammit. I was kinda hoping I'd be invited to join the action before finding a way back to Headquarters.

Feel free to shoot them anyway.

There's no fun in that-- okay, maybe there is, but that's not the point.

The normal undead will die if you hit them enough, and there are plenty of those.

I do that when I'm bored.

That's what I'm talking about! [GRIN.]

So you're some kind of Hunter around here?

I'm a vampire hunter. [Nodnodnod.] I protect the city.

[Nod, suddenly thoughtful...]

Any reploids around?

[Shakes head.] Never saw one of those in my life.

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