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"Now, chop chop, time marches on... and you have some friends to get back to...."

"̴̼̘̓.̸̭͕͓̏͝.̶͚͎͔̋̀͛.̶̧̣̪͗̀B̵̧̫̿͌͜ę̴̟̠̐͊ş̵͕̠̂ť̵̯ ̴̖̐̀n̸̗̆o̵̟͕̐t̸̨̝̋͐ ̸̯͓͚̍͂ẅ̴̢̼̜̀à̴̝̿s̵̠͠t̴̨̧̮̂̀͠e̸̪̝͓͆̉ ̵̩̌t̴͚͕͠ḧ̸̯̹̤̄͝é̸̝i̴̛̙̭͆̋ŕ̷̬̥̃ ̷̛͚̗̯͐t̶̺̘̋͗̊͜i̶̗̘͇͗̚͠m̵̡̀̈́̚è̶̫̥.̵̛̖̆.̴̤̈.̶̢̪̉̚͝"̴̧̬̀

*Marx suddenly vanished... and with that... the shadow-y puffball would choose to return to base... emerald still in hand...*

- demise... if he did then there would've been evidence in Ciel's room to say such was the case...*

"Rock, just... come home... please."

*He kept his eyes on both the jester and Rock, just in case either of them tried anything funny...*

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*He pushed the blue bomber out of the way of the oncoming beam, eyeing the jester as he chose to swap to another copy ability...*

"Mirror..."

*And as soon as he swaps, time begins to slowly flow normally again... He uses this chance to mirror the oncoming Marx Cannon to a nearby asteroid...*

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*Calling upon his sparkling transport, he hops on, immediately taking off to the stars....*

*It was gonna be a very long ride but.... he just had to know...*

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*Not because he now has to pay for it but more so... w̷̙͑͆͗ḩ̷͓̎̆ā̸̟͒̿t̴̡͍̠̉ ̷̺̜͚̀̔l̷̫͋͝i̷͇̭͑̔e̴̗̹̖̚s̵̜̐ ̸̳̳͑b̵̝̍͜ẻ̷̹̮̙͗y̴̛̩̮͗͂o̴̬͗̂n̸̟̒̓̉d̴̡̯͎̄͝ ̶̳̭̇́̔ȋ̸̹̓̌t̶̨̠̯̉̅͠.̴͕̙͇̈́.̴̛͈͆͠.̶̖̇͝*̷͔͋̈́̑