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Started February 23, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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The angel sighed, picking at the bread. "Honestly? I don't think I'll be able to go home. Not for a little while at the very least. Not the first time though," she said before taking a bite out of it

"Oh yeah, I forgot you were on the run." He stood up and started collecting plates to take to the kitchen. "Well, I don't know if you'd want to after today, but if you need a place to crash until your dimension cools down, I'd be glad to have you."

Pluto's eyes widened. "Are you sure?"

"Sure I'm sure. You have experience with monsters and dangerous situations. You're good at prioritizing and thinking on your feet. And most importantly, you gave Asura and I a place to stay when you could've kick us out on the streets. You even offered to help us when you barely knew us. To be honest, I'm in your debt."

"That was different. You accidentally ran into my dimension, and needed help," Pluto protested

"You still had no obligation to do as much as you did. I think good deeds should be repaid, don't you?" Mike clapped her good shoulder on his way by. "Your room is number 23. Go get some rest."
(I have to go to bed too, coincidentally. Seeya tomorrow ^^)

(see ya !) Pluto blinked a few times in surprise. "Thank you." She slid out of her chair, grabbing a last piece of bread before walking off to find her room

(aright sounds good XD)
The next dawn's silence was broken by the sound of the helicopter taking off, no doubt already on another mission. The loud thwump of the rotor blades made sleeping in almost impossible.

Pluto fell out of the bed with a thump, the the rotor blades startling her out of her sleep. Her wings flapped absently, and she hissed as one hit the side of the bed

(Kay)
There was a knock at Pluto's door. "Hello? Anybody in there?"

Pluto dragged herself up from the floor, chest still heaving a little from panic. "Da-Wait, yeah," she said, managing to remember that not everyone in the world spoke Russian. "Give me a moment." She walked over to a small mirror nearby, checking that at least her hair looked okay. She had ditched her jacket earlier and couldn't entirely remember where she put it. She walked over to the door, opening it

There was a short, dark-skinned woman in camouflage standing outside. She stepped back to give you space. "You're new, huh? Just checking to make sure you're alive, and to let you know that breakfast is only served for the next hour. Name's Dodger, by the way. Nice wings."

"Oh, um. Thanks?" Pluto said, looking over at her wings. She had almost totally forgotten she even had them. "Uh, yeah. Breakfast good. Thanks for the…the…" She trailed off, totally forgetting the English words for 'heads up'

"Heads up?" She grinned. "No problem. Always good to see a feminine face around here, we're still badly outnumbered by the menfolk." She started to walk off, revealing a slight limp. Actually, her entire right leg from the knee down was made of metal. "By the way, if you want to find Mike after you eat, he'll be in his office, the little cabin with the reddish door by the mess hall. He mentioned meeting up with you all later this morning."

"Um, spasibo, er-" She cleared her throat, realizing she was letting her accent show far more than she normally let it. "Thanks," she said as she watched the woman walk off. She closed the door, sitting on her bed. She put her head in her hands, letting out a noise of frustration. "Ohhh no, everyone's gonna think I'm a terrorist now," she muttered into her hands