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OOM: The World We Live In.

Fury is out back doing sit-ups. Rather more specifically he's got his legs hooked over a tree-branch and is doing sit-ups from that position, curling up toward the sky until crossed arms touch his knees and then relaxing until his head is again pointed at the ground. His sword is hung within easy reach of him, and there are several knives strapped to visible portions of his body.

He has a modern shirt draped near his sword, as purple as his armor, but his boots and trews are proper garments for a man of his time and place. He only wears modern clothing when he must.

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"I would have thought so of myself," Teja says, "but what I found myself missing was not war itself, but the purpose that had driven me to it -- my people! It was always only the end that called for the means -- any means necessary!"

Fury pauses for a moment and then says very clearly, "I am not you."

Billy scowls. "It's not like using powers is easy!"

"No," Teja says. "And not much like me -- I never lived to be your age, for one thing."

Fury tilts his head, "I never said that it is not. However in the absence of such gifts as you have I must rely upon my body alone and what limits I may push it to. It was myself, merely a man, who carried Rojhaz unconscious through the time portal, he did not expect me - he expected one with powers."

"Right."

Gordon passes Fury the gun before they head out towards the actual range.

"Twelve gauge semiautomatic pump action shotgun. Fires standard buckshot shells, one or two at a time; maximum capacity is six shells. Lousy accuracy at any kind of range, but it'll make a big mess of a human-sized target whether they're armored or not."

"I am like unto only the other Furies of other worlds." Fury says, "None of me seems to die young, and all of me walk a path of blood and death."

He doesn't mind.

"Hmm." Fury says, looking it over carefully as they walk, "Not unlike those of my time, then, in accuracy and shot."

"You know of other versions of yourself, in other worlds?" Teja asks, astonished.

He has heard of such things, and indeed, they make much sense, considering the shape of the many worlds -- but a man that would speak of them so casually, he has never met.

"I am mistaken for other Furies nearly every time I am here." Fury states with a shrug that doesn't stop him from his curls, "All of them named Nicholas, or Nick."

"Hard to improve on the basic design. The ones we had at Black Mesa could hold up to eight shells at once, but that was about the only way they differed."

"But you have seen none of them, yet?" Teja asks.

Pause.

"I have met men that share the same face, as if they were the shadows of the same thing, in different lights -- but not with the same name, or similar stories!"

"I have not, nor care I to." Fury says, "One of me is enough for any universe."

"This is true." Fury says, smiling just a bit, "It still serves as a good place to begin."

Gordon nods. "One good shot- maybe two- will take down an antlion," he says. "They're difficult to take down with anything less."

Something clicks in Billy's head. "Rojhaz."

"One would assume so," Teja says, with the earnest admiration for one that is much more dangerous and ruthless than himself -- himself, Teja, the most feared fighter of his people, among their enemies!

"Also, as long as universes do not cross, and none cross their boundaries, there would not be more than one of you in an one universe," he then adds.

Fact: Fury is insane. This is the only conclusion Scaramouche can reach as she approaches.

"Just so you know, don't think there's any trees to hang upside-down from on Planet Mall." She calls out, in case he had any idea of having her do that.

"Does that mean that you wish me to come help?" Fury asks, grinning at her upside down, "Because, Scaramouche, I had not planned on teaching you this."

"Steve Rogers, he was." Fury says, "But I know him best as Rojhaz."

"Hmm." Fury nods and sights in, "Are we like to face them?"

"I don't think they're likely to show up inside the city limits," Gordon says, "but if the door opens onto anywhere between the Nova Prospekt prison and City 17, we're going to have to fight our way through a lot of them."

He'll start prepping the pulse rifle now himself. This kind of thing is why he likes to have two guns on hand. It keeps him busy.

Fury nods, once, and then all is silent while he gets to know the shotgun.

He will speak again when he is confident that he could fire the gun under any circumstances at all.

"Ah." Billy sounds a little strangled. "He doesn't like me much."

Fury raises his eyebrows and says, "He doesn't know you, child. If there was a version of you in his world, that version is dead now."

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