Chapter CCXXX: Down to…Wherever ~Multehx

Multehx noticed the campfire set against the dark sky almost instantly. As he set out for it the night vision that was natural to his modified eye picked out the figure dining nearby. 707 had gotten around a good bit in his years on the job, but this fellow matched no description of anyone he had ever seen or heard of.

He approached the fire, nodding at the man. "O-k, spent so much time around those odd fellows, I'm not used to making casual chit-chat. Sooo...let's see..."

He gave his signature point-salute gesture and plainly stated, "Yo."

The man responded with a simple "Greetings."

Multehx casually adjusted his bowtie. "So, what brings you to these parts, pal?"

The man shrugged his shoulders. "Not much, just around lately. How about you sir, where is this anyways?"

"Hmm, well.....after a detailed analysis of the surroundings, a thorough study of the plantlife and climate.....my results are still in debate."

This stranger only stared blankly at him for a moment. "You're saying...you have no darn clue."

Multehx grinned sheepishly. "Ah...sorta, well, yes."

The man sighed and shook his head. Multehx, for lack of much better to do, sat down across the fire and thought. Eventually, a question came to mind. Looking across, he posed, "Say, ever heard of a fellow called....the Time Bender?"

"Not especially."

"Hmm...then, something called the Spectrum?"

"Nope."

"An indescribable faced man who knows a lot?"

"Doesn't sound familiar."

"An assassin wearing a yellow scarf thing, or a mercenary who never takes off this red scarf worn over the mouth?"

"You're still pretty cold."

"Damm...well, this is a long shot, a schizophrenic, weird but stylish-haired gentleman who is highly immobile, and in the company of a winged quiet woman, a psycho-cybernetic warrioress, and a grim fellow who just reeks of death with a very succinct and annoyingly confident nature?"

"Well...I would have to say no on all those accounts, except the last one. That could be you."

Multehx looked indignant. "I do NOT smell like death! That's my cologne!"

The man shrugged. "Coulda fooled me."

707 spat. "Well, I'm not succinct and have an annoyingly confident nature!"

"Again, I'd never have known, frankly."

"You know, it's been five minutes and I already want to set fire to your mailbox."

The man fiddled with a sleeve. "Well, that's always good to know for the future."

Multehx deadpanned. "Well, what's your name anyway, Sparky?"

The man looked up. "Name's Fulsta."

"Fulsta...hmm, different name, but not bad," Multehx mused.

The two then sat there, silently for a time, before they got to talking again, finally engaging in casual banter. Multehx wondered if maybe this wouldn't be the start of a new chapter of sanity in this funhouse of an adventure. Then again...when are these things so simple, he concluded.