All because one stupid idiot decided to get in the way.” “Oh well- My plan, the one I spent YEARS working towards, was RUINED. Hm, I guess without the Organon they can’t blow us up? Do they have a remote system? Are you going to-”Īrgus stood and began to pace, biting at his thumb. “At least we’re not going to be blown up! I mean, I hope we’re not. Though, I kinda wish we could have dragged Cletus down with us.” “But everyone else got up there, even all your silly little soldiers. High above their heads, Elysium caught the shifting sun. Looking back again to the Bailiff, he was staring up into the sky. There were holes all through his disguise, his chest bare to the cold wind, and looking around he spotted a pair of discarded wigs, looking like sad, shaggy platypi. Shoes were important for travelling, but neither of them were moving yet, clearly still worn out by their impact. Rufus rubbed at his head, staring down at his now one bare foot. Junk someones cranky.”Īrgus grumbled, but didn’t move again. The fist struck the back of his head this time. His brows rose, “Well, I was thinking of having a picnic.” Once that pain was gone, he dared to sit up, finding Argus still sitting there, gazing out over the landscape. Well, that was going to leave a new bruise. Rufus didn't have time to flinch as the fist flew at his face. Rufus knitted his fingers ( Well, the unbroken ones ) and waited for a response. Not even a, ‘Hi Rufus, fancy seeing you here!’- So rude.”Īrgus paused. Once he’d plucked the white boot from his foot, he sat and put it on. At least he wasn’t smothered in makeup as well. He looked like shit, torn clothes and bruises, but Rufus could guess he probably looked about the same. “Despite what it looks like, I’m still using that.”Īrgus stared at him. Rufus had been content in his dozing, staring up at the city that was no longer going to blow up his world.īut SOMEONE was tugging at his foot! And it was annoying!! Let a hero have some peace for once!!! He just had to start with one foot in front of the other.Īnd regardless of wherever he went, he felt sure. He’d need some supplies, toothbrush, socks, a new set of clothes obviously, oh- he could even steal an abandoned cruiser to go faster to wherever! He could go freely anywhere he wanted, maybe even visit another country! The view of the planet as he fell made him realise that it was a lot bigger than just the Three Quarters. He didn’t have anywhere in mind at the moment, but that was fine. Legs were a little shaky, but they’d hold, so he began walking. He tipped himself upright, then tried to stand. That was all that mattered in this moment. She believed, and he returned that faith. Well, even if they didn’t, Goal would stand up for him. Hopefully they’d look back on his memory fondly and not remember the puke, stolen items, dead bird, physical and emotional torment. Bozo, Doc, Grandma Utz, Lottie, the rebels- they’d all be up there, safe and sound. Lazy days, clean water, delicious food, robots at your every whim!Īnd it wasn’t just her. Now she could experience everything he’d ever recited to her from his dreams. He’d once promised to take her there, but after the hundred and seventh failure, she wasn’t too keen on the idea anymore. Wenzel was probably bored out of his mind, though hadn’t Toni said something about him becoming mayor? Gizmo was probably having his first ever holiday, now he wasn’t dealing with the aftermath of his escape plans. Kuvaq had been stormed by Organon just before he left, but they’d been after Goal, so presumably once they left everyone would have gone back to their boring little lives, mining for junk. Well, some things could have been improved on. Together, they'd stop the detonation plan, and Deponia would continue to exist. Cletus was with her- he was less okay with that, but she could keep him in line. She was back home, probably already telling the elders all about their adventures. A sourness wafted through the air, probably from something toxic his impact had stirred up, but not even his horrid surroundings could damper his mood. He was happy to stare into the clouds, listening to the distant bird calls. This wasn’t an escape, and rather than a bubble of frustration, or the itch to be onto the next plan, he felt. …He’d really tried to do a lot of escaping in his life, hadn’t he? From his childhood escape plans, to his teen escape plans, to his adult escape plans. Lying on the solid Deponian ground, waiting for the pain to subside, was something Rufus had done more times than he could even remember.
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