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"You suppose t' be tuff!?" A... Very thuggish voice erupts out towards Surge, as the Bison-like character wearing a strange mask walks out. "You ain't tuff! Where's ya weapon?! Th' bigger th' weapon, th' bigger th' power ya got! Guh hu hu hu hu!" Popping his knuckles, he then places his hands on his hips, laughing aloud.

{{ L }} And here she thought Rough and Tumble were the dumb meat heads, oh well.

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*Rustle, rustle*

There was a faint rustling noise coming from the kitchen all of a sudden, in the dead of night onboard the Thousand Sunny. Which was odd, considering that most if not all of the pirates residing upon the ship were dead asleep (one more than the rest, yohoho~), and not paying any heed to it. Well, one of them was, and he was currently trotting his way out onto the deck, breathing in some fresh air as the crisp night breeze hit him.

     He was already starting to doze off slightly, the King of Monsters allowing himself some time to just relax after all the things he had been going through the past while as those firey red eyes of his starting to drift shut, and a little huff escaped him as he got himself entirely comfortable.

‘That’s all you can think of if you didn’t develop Verse-Warp Tech?’ Now what in the endless multiverse did this android think? Nicholas happens to be from a species that already developed technology for multi-dimensional travel. He even knows how it works. The damn device is in his left arm, prepared for another possible escape into another universe if he felt the need to.

“Oh, how pathetic,” the shapeshifter groaned with the roll of his eyes and tilt of his head as he took a step away from the android. Something about the way this sheriff’s facial expressions changed, although subtle, did manage to make him feel a tad uneasy. Almost as if this individual somehow knew about what he had done. His long ears lowered as the drawn out speech continued. Does this android even know that the shapeshifter is not originally from this universe either?

The things he’s done to himself, to other versions of himself, and countless others? The clones he had created and altered? The planetary genocide? He simply had no idea of what the android knows!

He could feel his own skin crawl, just itching to change so he could at least having a fighting chance. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, as did some of the hair framing his face began to noticeably rise. His instincts were telling him to both run and fight. He has not even been provoked. At least not yet.

Nicholas took another step back.

----- SOMEONE or something had taken a shot at the rodent’s majestic falcon, and set forth an unfortunate chain of events.

First, came the loss of some very high quality rubies the rodent had just managed to steal and intended to use for her next fashion line. Second, came the bird’s panicked flight pattern. And lastly, came the inevitable fall of the high class rodent.

There was no stopping the woman as she fell from the sky, though she had been fortunate enough to be near some trees when the incident occured. Unfortunately, tree branches were not very comfortable or soft fall breakers. By the time the rodent woman had landed in a puddle on the ground she was certain there was going to be some nasty bruising in the morning, and she’d have to make sure nothing was broken.

“ υgн, jυѕт мy вloody lυcĸ. everyтнιng goeѕ ѕмooтн υnтιl тнe geтaway. “

Pawing her her dress, it seemed she had lost something by the look of distress she held before groaning loudly and smacking a hand over her face.

“ daмned cιтy, daмned вιrd. ιт'll вe мornιng вy тнe тιмe ι geт вacĸ. “

{♚}—; King Ghidorah’s three heads yawned one after the other as they awakened from a long slumber, the sound of heavy breathing from each of the three heads as his stomach moved up and down. The one they called Monster Zero had found a place to stay, and would come here when they were resting to stay away from prying eyes especially those of Godzilla’s. 

They laid in what they perceived to be a place one might not visit, but not long after waking the monster sensed something which was only signified by a loud boom not too far from their position, sounded almost like something crash landed. 

--

Off the shore of Tokyo Bay, a familiar set of dorsal fins sliced through crimson waters, bee-lining straight for the heart of the city.

The King of the Monsters emerged from the sea in a explosion of sea spray, his head pointing to the dust-choked sky and bellowing out a roar that signaled his arrival to all that could hear. At a pace that could only be described as urgent, Godzilla stomped onto the shore, taking in the scene around him.

Countless buildings were in various states of damage, as though they’d been thrashed by some rampaging Titan - a sight he was familiar with, really. But what was most concerning was the cloud of immense dust that reached far and high up into the sky above, painting the area in a haze of red miasma.

He gave a low, rumbling snarl -- something was incredibly wrong here, in a way that he could not describe. This was not some invader from the stars beyond, like with Ghidorah, or some unruly Titan that would simply not acknowledge him as King. No, this was something new; completely different, completely unfamiliar. Caution was demanded for a situation such as this.