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Characters: Epsilon and whoever (Open for either rescuing him or running into him once he's gotten to safer ground.

Content: Epsilon trying to keep a relatively low profile like he's been doing since getting back, and failing. AKA fighting nightmares. Beware of potential for ricocheting bullets if he pulls out a gun.

Location: Twilight Town

Time: Whenever

Warnings: Epsilon being Epsilon

Epsilon knew he probably shouldn't have gone out on his own into the town in case of trouble. But he did have Allison with him. She could protect him if he needed it. As they headed in further into town, Epsilon couldn't help a brief thought of amusement at the sight of the cat nightmares. Overall, Allison was bound and determined to handle things, but Epsilon knew she was only one dream eater. He probably needed to look into fixing that. It's not like he didn't have enough fragments, especially with that bet he won.

His thoughts were making his attention to his surroundings slip, especially a bad thing when he gets himself clipped from behind by a spell while he focused on Allison's fight. That wasn't pleasant, but he didn't get damaged too badly. Things were starting to get hectic, and the pricklemane didn't seem to care. "Allison, come on. We need to get moving."

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Sparkle whipped around, bouncing over to help Allison with the nightmare, while Roxas took out the last few Tama sheep. He countered one charging, getting a few attacks in while it was stunned, before tossing one of his keyblades like a boomerang at another.

He's glad he stepped in, since this guy seemed to have a lot to learn about fighting. Especially if he was missing with a knife.

"You okay now?"

Epsilon was inventorying the damages to the robot quickly. "I think so. A little damaged, but I owe you for it not getting worse. Thank you." He could be grateful, when it came down to it. As for the poor aim? That was just something he got from the Alpha.

Allison was handling herself well, but the help was appreciated.

"No problem," Roxas replied, pulling out a few treats for his spirits. He'd been getting used to rewarding them after a fight, even if it seemed weird. Bouncer pounced on his, gobbling it before nosing one towards Allison.

"Sorry, I don't have a potion on me, and I haven't really figured magic out yet."

He still needed to relearn the skill, or see if he still had it. Doing that in a crowded area seemed like a bad idea though.

Allison started a little at being offered a treat by a stranger, but she took it happily, making a pleased noise to the other dreameater.

Epsilon tested the damaged joint. He'd have a limp, but in time he can figure out a way to get it fixed. He could stick to safer ares until he managed proper repairs. "Not sure that it'd help with this body anyway. I'm not human. The body is a robotic one, if you know what that means. First time I've really been damaged since arriving here. It might be a good idea to get someplace safe before we encounter any more nightmares."

Bouncer barked happily, glad that the gift had been accepted. After all, she had been working hard.

Roxas tilted his head to the side.

"You're a robot?" He'd seen them in movies, or at least thought he had. It was hard to tell what was real or not in his mind, or who's it as. But now wasn't the time to think about that.

"That's really weird. But, I'm staying not too far from here, if that's easiest. It might be a bit tough to get back to Traverse Town."

"AI, actually. But this body is needed, as an AI doesn't really have much mobility normally without one." Epsilon figured he owed the guy that much of an explanation. "At least I can use that as a chance to try to figure out how bad the damage is, beyond the diagnostics. Maybe figure out a way to repair it."

Admittedly, a lot of that explanation goes over Roxas's head. While he's sort of familiar with science fiction, it's definitely more fiction and he's got a hard time wrapping his head around it. He'll take Epsilon at his word though, and goes to look at the injury.

"Is there someone you can ask about it? I don't really know anyone who'd be able to help."

Pence might, but then Roxas remembers that the Pence he knew wasn't real. He shakes his head, getting away from that thought.

The damage wasn't bad, actually. Enough to be a nuisance, but not enough to completely lame the body. It was mostly obvious because of Epsilon being aware of the body minutely, knowing how fast it should react.

Epsilon thought it over, nodding. "I'll have to talk to my brothers about this. Their hosts would help. They're familiar enough with this technology."

Brothers? Hosts? Roxas's mind was boggling at the words flying over it.

"Well, it's good there's someone here that can help," he finally managed, shaking his head.

"What did you mean by all that stuff?"

Epsilon thought it over carefully before clarifying. "There are others here in armor like mine. Some of them carry other AIs that came from the same place as I did in their armor. Theta and Delta are my brothers. The humans are the hosts."

Roxas nodded. He'd met Delta, briefly.

"That's really weird," he said, practically a mutter. "So why don't you have a host?"

Epsilon paused at that before responding. "I had one once. It didn't work out well, so we were separated. And he hates me as a result. It's very complicated."

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Roxas nodded. He got complicated, though it seemed like everyone's life was here.

"That...sorry."

Epsilon just looked at the kid at that. "Why are you apologizing?"

"Just, seemed like a touchy subject. I mean, if it didn't work out and he hates you, that's..." He trailed off, not sure what to say. It was obviously bad, and kind of upsetting. He used to have a partner after all, and what if Axel hated him now.

"That's not good."

Epsilon shrugged. "It's been a long time since it happened. I've had rough incidents with him here too, just to make it better. If he sees me again? I might not survive it."

"Still, if he's threatening you like that it's not good."

And that didn't seem right to Roxas.

Epsilon thought it over, shaking his head. "Can't blame him with our history. I damaged him by accident. And it's easy enough to avoid him."

Roxas nods. There's people and places he's been avoiding as well.

"Yeah, I guess there is."

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