open to any Go-Busters players from any universe incl Mushverse, ogods what am I doing

[loveenetronkurorin]

I sit back in my chair, tapping a pencil on the desk idly as I think about the latest reports.

We've made so much headway. But there's still so far to go.

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[interpolate]

"A good start." I grumble softly. "You say it can bleed. That might certainly be true. But my body does not house myself any longer. The body is irrelevant and, must I remind you again, possibly irretrievable and perhaps not even something I require, or even want."

[red_pleather]

"I assume that if it dies, you die, though," I say quietly. "Does that make it irrelevant? Or are you saying you're a copy of the intelligence in that body?"

[interpolate]

"A fair assumption." I allow. "If anything happens to this avatar, the mind remains intact even if the body takes damage... though I suppose eventually enough damage could be wrought to destroy the body utterly."

[red_pleather]

"I don't want that to happen."

I keep repeating myself, but it's true. And maybe I can at least get him to believe it.

"Are there any tips you can give us on navigating in the subdimension? Locating things?"

[interpolate]

"And we're very proud of you for that." I return dryly. "But unfortunately I am not sure when your desires eclipsed my own."

I scoff at his further question, shaking my head. "Why would I do that? So you can drop in on Majesté, guns blazing? So you can kidnap my worthless anchor and drag it back here with you, not even knowing whether that's possible, whether it might kill me on the spot." I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Perhaps, Hiromu, it would do you well to think about why your Beet Buster hasn't been more candid with you."

[red_pleather]

"Thank you," I respond earnestly, but then I do a double take. I'm not entirely sure he actually meant that.

"Both, most likely," I say, because I'm not really about to try to hide my motives.

..."What do you mean?"

[interpolate]

I scoff when he accepts my backhanded not-compliment.

He's so simple.

I shouldn't care. It's his loss.

But still.

"I mean precisely what I said, Hiromu. How do you know whether my body could survive a second transportation? What would you do if it died spontaneously upon arriving in this plane of existence?"

[red_pleather]

I shudder a little, but remain resolute. "I don't want that to happen, obviously. But if we can't go there and look, if we can't take readings, if we can't try anything, then we've already failed."

[interpolate]

Does he even listen to himself?

"Trés bien." I say softly, staring him down. Imposing my will on him with every fiber of my being. "Then you are beginning to understand."