[no one gets (air)left behind]

[founderinglight]

[The police have taken your Mastermind, and the spaceport is yours, it seems, for the time being, without any further interruptions.

Except...

Why is there another ship parked at the door? (The door, it should be noted, furthest from the police cruiser.)

There's one more person who intends to put on an appearance today, it seems.

-> Investigate?]

[[Welcome to the Airleft Bonus Continuity CMO and catchall post! For those who aren't familiar, the TLDR of Airleft is "Airlocked, but a bit to the left." The short version is that this one time, at Space Mall, Church and Ardyn ran into someone very familiar... Running basically the shittier version of Armigod. Wanna meet space dad's actual bro? Now's your chance.]]

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[motherfucking_ghost]

Look at that. He managed to make friends.

[He finally. finally. lowers the bottle. It doesn't leave his hand, because he hasn't taken up the offer to be taught how to use any of this magic yet because he got it like an hour ago and it has been A Day. His attention ratchets to Ardyn instead, at long last, pulls him closer.]

Let's go.

[burninglight]

...fine. Do what you will, just stay away from me.

[Ardyn swiped the back of his free hand over his eyes quickly, trying to keep the tremor in his hands from spreading to the rest of him like it threatened to.]

Lead the way, Leonard. [Because he wasn't quite present enough to remember which way was out of here.]

[founderinglight]

Who said anything about friends? I'm letting people cash in their free punches.

[There's an almost audible snap as Izunia's cheerful mask slides into place and he finally - finally - picks himself off the floor, starting to brush himself down.

He'll let them get a head start, though.]