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Amoku raised an eyebrow, "I doubt that a primitive weapon like that would do very much against many of the entities here."

Greed rolled their eyes. "You think I'm greedy just because I happen to be Greed?"

Cerulian laughed at Amoku's assumtion and peered at them over zir sunglasses. "Oh, c'mon, you think I'd really use an everyday poleaxe in a place like this? I've seen enough to come prepared, this baby can do way more than the usual stuff. I don't plan on having to use it, of course, but that sure doesn't mean I won't!" said the one drinking apple juice with a literal child.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way... " Ryo looks down into his tea regretfully.

Ryo continues to clean his firearms quietly for the next few minutes while occasionally sips his pulled tea.

He wonders to himself if he can stay here forever. Maybe he would even work as a barrista or something to make his keep to stay here. "This place is surely better than that hell hole" he mumbles to himself.

Greed raised an eyebrow. "This place isn't meant to be an eternal home for, well, people like you."

" Wait did I just said that out loud or you have the ability to read mind or something? " Ryo startled.

" Well, I guess you're right on that fact. I mean, how could I stay in a peaceful place like this huh? " He takes another sip.

" I would miss my books and all the thrilling and deadly adventures I have to endure just to get a tin of chicken spam if I were to stay here huh? " he smiles painfully.

"Yeah, I'm sure you would miss it dearly," Greed said sarcastically.

They hardly cared what this guy did. It was probably possible for him to stay here eternally, just not ideal. The interdimentionality of it all would wear away at his mind until he lost it.

Amoku shrugged, "Well, if that's an enchanted weapon, you're cool. As long as it doesn't explode or anything, it's cool.

"Did someone say explode" James asked looking up.

"I did," Amoku looked at the puny human, before realizing that he was also at the time, a puny human.

James nodded "blowing things up is fine" he remarked.

"Okay, now I'm a little mad at myself for not getting this thing all explody with its enchantments. Thanks, weird suspicious guy for making me regret a desicion from like, two hundred years ago, that doesn't happen often."

"Want a grenade" Jame asked.

"Oh, absolutely," Cerulian replied.

James rummaged around in his suitcase before pulling out a handgun. "It's a grenade launcher" he said.