Grahf>Garland:
"Next, on our <i>fabulous</i> tour of celebs in the League, theeeeere's Garlandy-warlandy!" A strange, silver-haired...woman? half-squealed to a camera-toting Gobi, as she(?) rushed over to him. "Quick, quick, quick, tell us your strategy for this match!"
Garland paused, as this strange...person babbled inanely at him.
On the one hand, he was already running late for the match.
On the other hand, since when did he give a damn about that? Besides, they'd probably wait long enough for him to take care of some personal issues.
He smiled, and cracked his knuckles.
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"I'm still confused." Brey noted, as he watched Garland proceed to beat the hell out of literally nothing at all. "Well, no, I understand why everyone else is seeing what apparently is a very well made up cross-dressing Ghaleon; You actually listened to Edge."
Lexis nodded. "I didn't have any better ideas." He agreed.
"Edge, in turn, somehow always makes money off of betting on Ghaleon's mental instability. And evidently this image projector is very effective, if Gobi will actually film that happening. But why Garland again?"
"Fuse told him he couldn't get in trouble with the law enforcement in the League if he did it." Lexis stated.
"...Okay, that makes sense enough." Brey nodded. "Now, why are you bothering at all to do this?"
Lexis shrugged. "Simple. Edge has kept me from chasing Selphie chasing a train the last time I was inventing anything."
"...Why am I here, then?" Brey asked.
"You're not." Lexis said simply, as the reality around Brey flickered.
"...that's an impressive machine." Brey noted, as he yawned down at his pajamas, and sat up in bed.
Ultimately, Brey wasn't surprised when it turned out that all of this wasn't a dream.
He was, however, very frightened when the image projection machine turned up missing later.
After all, only one other person knew about it...
