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soylentOrange

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« Reply #280 on: 07-13-2008 20:40 »

oh man.  I'd wondered if Evila was going to off Neena's parents back when she entered the sewers in the last update.  When Yancy inevitably blabs about Neena's heritage, and then Neena discovers that her parents are dead, and that Evila killed them...  I cant even imagine what the Leelas- the good Leelas- are going to do.
Ralph Snart

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« Reply #281 on: 07-13-2008 23:47 »

Evila placed something at the scene of the murder.  Something with a picture of Fry? Yancy?  Neena?  Since the cops could careless what happens to mutants, my guess is that the mutants will assume the planted evidence is that of the murderer and go after that person.

Evil.  Wonderfully evil.  big grin

Move over Mom, Evil has a new face and it's Leela with the Raven Black Hair.
Kryten

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« Reply #282 on: 07-13-2008 23:53 »

Glad everyone else loves Evilla. Me... I'm kinda sick of her.

The problem with a villain that keeps getting away with murder is that she gets boring fast.
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« Reply #283 on: 07-14-2008 04:17 »

Oh Krytes, the antagonist has to be built up so that she can be a worthy opponent to the protagnonist.

So Evila is having a good time killing the people that are important to the para-Leela's.  How much you wanna bet that she manages to kill a para-Leela along the way and kick Leela-A's butt before all is said and done.

Anyway, I'll see if I can find an artist who owes me a favor or two to do a little Amy-porn for you, just to make you happy.  wink
Archonix

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« Reply #284 on: 07-14-2008 06:29 »
« Last Edit on: 07-14-2008 06:29 »

Don't worry, she won't keep getting away with murder. Occasionally it'll be manslaughter.

Ok no, seriously, there's a wider plot that I'll be expanding on in the next few episodes Yeah, I said episodes like it's a TV show... that'll explain her motivations. On top of which, she won't even be in a couple of them and there'll be as wide an array of villains and things as I can fit into six or possibly seven episodes. The first one got them stuck, this one is setting up for the over-arching plot. The next four or five will more varied.

Trust me.   smile

By the way, SO, did you get my reply? I sent it from a different address.
soylentOrange

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« Reply #285 on: 07-14-2008 08:15 »

I'm glad you said something, Archonix.  Turns out I did get your email.  For some reason it was stuck in my spam folder...  After following the link you included, all I can say is this: fracking awesome  big grin
Archonix

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« Reply #286 on: 07-14-2008 09:05 »

Why is my e-mail always ending up in everyone's spam folder? Bah...
Corvus

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« Reply #287 on: 07-14-2008 10:52 »

 
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Originally posted by Archonix:
Why is my e-mail always ending up in everyone's spam folder? Bah...

Never happens to me!  big grin

"Finding your true love is like winning the lottery, it always happens to someone else."
La Belle Leela

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« Reply #288 on: 07-14-2008 16:51 »

Nice to see Evila likes the Python II.

Personally, I went with the S&W M686 a few years ago. If it's good enough for the Seals, it's good enough for me!  big grin
Kryten

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« Reply #289 on: 07-15-2008 00:16 »

 
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Originally posted by Archonix:
Don't worry, she won't keep getting away with murder. Occasionally it'll be manslaughter.

Ok no, seriously, there's a wider plot that I'll be expanding on in the next few episodes Yeah, I said episodes like it's a TV show... that'll explain her motivations. On top of which, she won't even be in a couple of them and there'll be as wide an array of villains and things as I can fit into six or possibly seven episodes. The first one got them stuck, this one is setting up for the over-arching plot. The next four or five will more varied.

Trust me.    smile

By the way, SO, did you get my reply? I sent it from a different address.

Okay, that makes me happier.
Archonix

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« Reply #290 on: 07-15-2008 04:04 »

If you aren't satisfied when it comes to it, I'll draw you another amy!cat.  smile
Frisco17

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« Reply #291 on: 07-15-2008 21:57 »

Well I finally got around to reading the last....what is it now....three parts. All amazing as usual. I did notice a destinct lack of Leela though. I wonder if it's building to something.

 
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Originally posted by Ralph Snart:
So we see Fry, Yancy, Neena, Evila and the mean Ruskie, but no Purple Pumpkin, Miss-Painfully -Single Leela to be seen.

Interesting that Ralphy went through that whole sentence without useing the name "Chesty McNag-Nag."

Bendersfan1221

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« Reply #292 on: 07-16-2008 01:15 »

An update yes, boy I'm getting worse adn worse at reading and reviewing as soon as I seen an update.

Great update as usual! Yes more Evila (but where is regular Leela?), and now she's killing her counter parts parents? I wonder what Neena and Leela are going to do when they find out that they are dead.... and a picture of who did she leave at the scene of the crime? Geez, so deranged but at least she embraces her insanity. I can't wait to see what her motivations are. I guess we shall have to wait...
Frisco17

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« Reply #293 on: 07-16-2008 19:57 »
« Last Edit on: 07-16-2008 19:57 »

My guess would be a picture of Fry. Maybe make it look like a murder-suicide deal. You know he kills them, then feels guilty and kills himself. I think Evila could pull that off. God know's she's had plenty of opportunities to practice.

 
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Originally posted by Bendersfan1221:

Great update as usual! Yes more Evila (but where is regular Leela?)

I know. I think it's building to something but still. I find your lack of Leela disturbing.
aknightofni

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« Reply #294 on: 07-20-2008 13:30 »

But there is no fry in this universe, at least not in the present, so if they found Fry's ID they wouldn't believe it. 1000 year old dead industrialists don't often come back to do single random killings!

Not too sure how Evila feels about Yancey's though... I'm guessing shes not a fan.
Frisco17

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« Reply #295 on: 07-20-2008 22:40 »

Well if the other Fry's hated Yancy as much as Fry Gamma did then she might love him. Enemy of my enemy and all.
Archonix

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« Reply #296 on: 07-23-2008 19:40 »

So I'm posting this from scotland. Holiday!

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“What about this one?”

“The Gaultier rip-off? Too slutty.”

“Slutty?” Leela stared at Neena over her shoulder and tried to think of a retort. The problem, of course, was that she kept thinking of all sorts of great comebacks but when she tried saying them, they stayed in her head. She wondered if Neena was having the same problem. “It’s my favourite evening dress!”

“I guess seeing it on myself from the outside brought it home,” Neena replied. She folded her arms and shrugged. “It’s all those holes it has in weird places, like the side there, and that one down the back showing the top of my butt.”

My butt, and you know very well it’s one of John Paul Gaultier’s Head’s top ten ‘attraction zones’ guaranteed to keep your man’s interest.”

“Yeah, that’s what I mean. Slutty. It’s like something Amy would wear.”

“Well that just leaves the black shiny one and this purple one. Oh...” Leela held up the evening gown, ignoring Neena as she shrugged out of her robe and picked up the glittery black dress. “I wore this the night Fry premièred his opera.”

“He wrote you an opera?” Neena turned away. A moment later she turned back. “He wrote you an opera?”

“Uh... yeah.”

Leela held the dress out at arm’s length, letting the memory of the opera fill out in her mind. She’d seen, so clearly, sides of Fry that she’d never really appreciated before, things she’d always know were there, lurking behind the dull, trapped-animal gaze Fry usually wore. It seemed so long ago now. What had happened to that moment?

Why had they let it go?

“You wear that one, it goes with your hair better than it does with mine. Zip me up will you?”

“Right.” Leela shook her head with the melancholy already fading. She had other things to worry about now, like getting them both home. “So what’s the deal with Yancy? From what little I’ve managed to figure out, you two don’t get along too well.”

“Until today I would have said we have a purely professional relationship,” Neena replied, turning on her heel. “What do you think?”

“From what I’ve seen he’s sort of like a dull version of Fry without the impulsive idiocy.”

“Dull isn’t quite how I put it, more like a sort of dependable charm. But I was talking about the dress.”

“Oh.” Leela looked her counterpart up and down. That black dress certainly suited her. “Shiny.”

“You know sometimes I wish I’d had a sister,” Neena said as she helped Leela zip into her dress. “I kinda like having someone around I can talk to who actually understands me.”

“What about Amy?”

Neena stared at Leela. Then they burst out laughing.

They were still giggling at each other when the reached the kitchen. Neena offered Leela a cup of coffee, then poured herself one when Leela declined. They sat in amicable silence for a while, waiting for Yancy to arrive.

“So what’s he like?”

“Who, Yancy?” Neena stared at her cup. The odd confusion of talking to herself seemed to surface for a moment but then she smiled. “Staid, quiet. Sort of arrogant but, in a nervous way, y’know? Like he doesn’t want to impose it on people but he doesn’t know how to stop. There’s something about him, though, a sort of determination to be more than he is. He’s not very confident, though.”

“Sounds like everything Fry isn’t.”

“I don’t know if that’s such a bad thing. Your friend Philip might not be so driven but he sure is confident about himself.”

“Huh.” Leela gave in and reached under the counter for a cookie. They were there. Weird how little familiarities like that could be so surprising. “Confidence isn’t enough. I need a man who isn’t afraid to take what he wants.”

Neena stared at her and then seemed to lose focus a little as she toyed with her coffee. “I’ve known enough men like that.”

“Well...” Leela, vaguely disquieted by Neena’s reaction, played back what she’d just said. I sound like those idiots on Diagnosis Unit Phil...

“He’s cute, too,” Neena added.

“Yancy?”

“Both,” Neena replied after a moment’s thought. “And please don’t spit crumbs all over me, they’re hell to get out of these optic scales. Or whatever they are.”

Leela swallowed and brushed her mouth clean. “Sorry.”

“Yancy probably wouldn’t write an opera.” Neena brushed imaginary crumbs from her dress. “Impulsiveness isn’t always a bad thing if it produces something like that..”

“Well you never know,” Leela muttered, wishing Neena wouldn’t keep coming back to that topic. The dress was bad enough. She wasn’t sure why she’d decided to wear it, now. “Maybe he’s more impulsive than he looks.”

“I don’t think so,” Neena said. She looked away toward the living room with a pensive stare, biting her lip. “You get to know a guy pretty well when you’ve spent the better part of four years running psych assessments on him.”

“Hey yeah, that’s another thing, an intervention like that would have been an open and shut case. A few weeks at most. How come it took so long?”

Neena’s face coloured slightly but she just shook her head and refused to look at Leela. Fortunately for Neena the doorbell rang, giving her an escape. She leapt up and half ran to the door, almost tripping on the hem of her gown in her haste to get away from the questions they both knew were rolling around Leela’s mind.

She paused at the door to smooth her clothes down and compose her face, then pulled it open. “Hi Yan-”

Sirochka!

“Veklerov, what the hell are you doing here? Wait, never mind, I don’t want to know. Go home.” Neena slammed the door in Vek’s face and turned away with a growl. The bell rang again a moment later. “I told you I don’t want to- oh... Yancy, it’s you.”

Neena drew the door wide and stepped back to let Yancy and Fry enter the room. Yancy looked about awkwardly, spotted Leela lurking in the kitchen and quickly looked away again. “I, uh... bought you flowers.”

“Oh that’s so sweet. Where?”

Fry held up his hand. “I kinda fed them to a horse. Sorry.”

“My brother.”

“I said I was sorry! Jeeze...” Fry moped toward the kitchen. He stopped short when he saw Leela and seemed a little surprised. “Oh... um... Hi, Leela.”

“Hi yourself.”

“That’s a nice dress. Hey, isn’t that the one you-”

“Yes, now stop talking about it.”

Fry glanced over his shoulder at Yancy before backing away a little. And that seemed odd.  He was fidgeting, too, like he wanted to leave in a hurry.

“I saw Veklerov outside a minute ago. He seemed pissed.”

“Yeah, well...” Leela shrugged. Fry was staring at her, his expression inscrutable. “What?”

“You weren’t... I... I couldn’t find you earlier.”

“I went for a walk. Are we going or what?”

“What? Oh... yeah, as soon as Yancy does. We have to stop by Amy’s place as well.”

Leela felt something plummet in her stomach. “Amy?”

“Yeah, she invited me,” Fry said, backing away another step. Behind him, Yancy had offered Neena his arm and they were making their way toward the door. They followed a moment later. “Didn’t you know?”

“Must have slipped your mind,” Leela muttered, feeling strangely numb. She followed Fry to the door and outside into the corridor with its flickering, annoying light, and watched them walk down toward the stairs. “Fry?”

Fry waved his brother to go on ahead and returned to the landing. “Yeah?”

“I... I thought I was going to be there with you.”

“Oh, well, Amy invited me.”

“You said that already.”

“Yeah,” Fry said. He rubbed the back of his head and looked away. “Leela, I’m really sorry, I guess I thought you’d be there somehow.”

Leela chewed her lip and closed her eye, just for a moment, just long enough to stop the tear. This wasn’t how it was meant to go. She’d say stuff and he’d jump at it, like he always did. Wouldn’t he? She opened her eye again when she heard the quiet steps of someone coming back up the stairs. It was Veklerov, with a strange smile on his face.

“That’s okay, I have a d- a... I mean, I’ll be there. Vek!” Leela pushed past a surprised Fry and grabbed Veklerov’s arm. “You’re taking me to the party tonight, aren’t you?”

“I...” Veklerov looked over Leela’s shoulder, probably at Fry, with a momentarily confused expression. Then he broke into a broad grin and took hold of Leela’s shoulders. “Of course! I had assumed you were waiting up here. Shall we?”

He held out his arm. Leela ignored the strange fluttering sensation in her stomach as she twined her arm around his and resisted the urge to look back at Fry.

“Guess I’ll see you there, then,” Fry said. He sounded... defeated? No. More like he was disappointed. Serve the runt right for chasing after that little slut- but, no, that wasn’t fair to anyone.

“We’ll take my car,” Veklerov said as Fry stumped away down the stairs. They made their way after him at a more sedate pace. “It is safer than tube at this time of day.”

“Oh... sure.”

Veklerov smiled and patted Leela’s hand. “I am a little surprised at your sudden acceptance of me. I had expected the same sort of behaviour from you as from our own Sirochka.”

“I’m not ‘accepting’ you, I’m just not judging you yet. And I assume Neena has her reasons for that.”

“Yes.” Veklerov smiled to himself. Not for the first time Leela was struck by how different he was here, in this universe. Perhaps being a clerk at a spaceport had just made him a bit antsy in that other universe. Perhaps. She didn’t know him well enough to tell and the last one they’d met for barely an hour.

His car was parked a short distance from the apartments, just close enough to be in reach without actually being visible from the apartment block itself. It was actually quite nice, a lot nicer than she had expected, assuming his salary was anything like hers.

“How can you afford such a nice car?”

“Smuggling,” he said, with a grin that didn’t entirely prove he was joking. Leela laughed anyway, because to do otherwise would seem rude and she really needed to be at the meal, if just to prove to Fry that he wasn’t going to so easily win whatever game he was playing.

The interior was virtually silent once the doors were sealed, giving Leela a strange sense of isolation. She shuffled in her seat while Veklerov started the car and smiled nervously when he pulled away from the kerb.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” Veklerov hummed and nodded for her to go on. “Your nickname for, ah, Neena. Serk... er-”

“Sirochka. Is just nickname, ask her what it means.”

“She wouldn’t tell me.”

“That is not surprising either,” Vek replied with another grin. He tapped his hand on the wheel and hummed a tuneless ditty. “She has her reasons for many things. They are stupid reasons, but they are hers and since she can kick at head-height I let her keep them.”

He chuckled and Leela felt her jaw tighten at the implied insult. She tried to laugh it off but she was already starting to regret this idea.

“So, Philip Fry tells me you two are not lovers.”

“You know, I think I can understand Neena’s reasons already.”

Veklerov snorted. He stayed silent for a moment as the car negotiated a complicated junction. “It is not important. Tell me, do you like to fly?”

“Are you kidding? It’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”

He stared at her, frowning, before returning his attention to the road. “I expect you cannot fly as well as someone with normal eyes.”

“Well now I know how you found out about the head-height thing,” Leela muttered. “This was a mistake.”

“No mistake, I know why you’re here.”

“What would you know?”

“I know enough,” was the only cryptic reply.

They remained silent until the car pulled up in front of Elzar’s restaurant, much to Leela’s surprise, as she’d expected something a little more in keeping with the company’s finances. Then again, in this universe at least, those finances seemed to be remarkably flexible.

The others were approaching as she opened the door. Suddenly Vek was there beside her, holding out a hand to help her exit, the very model of a charming gentleman. She could see Neena frowning at them and Yancy looking bemused. Fry didn’t even look at her.

Vek took her arm and led her toward the doors with a gentle haste, tossing his keys to a valet who approached. As they joined the others Amy came tumbling out from behind Fry and grabbed Leela’s other arm. “Oh Leela, you made it! I was getting so nervous, I thought you- uh... might be... y’know, jealous.”

“Jealous!” Leela forced out a laugh between gritted teeth. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Amy.”

“Oh thank god, I was so worried!” She fell into step beside Leela, one hand resting on Leela’s forearm as she spoke. Leela felt oddly hemmed in, with Vek on one side and Amy on the other, and Fry still ignoring her. “After what you said earlier I figured you wouldn’t mind, but I had to be sure. I mean it’s just, you know, a dinner, nothing special really is it? I love that dress! How long have you had it? It goes so well with your hair!”

And on and on she prattled until Leela felt the urge to throttle Amy with her own pashminah, hanging around her bare shoulders as if to highlight just how bare they were. And she had her back showing. If Fry even so much as thought of touching her there she’d-

“So then, Sirochka, has your little ploy worked yet, do you think?”

“What?”

Veklerov, leaning toward her and just muttering in her ear. When she turned to him there was a faint smile on his face and an infuriating, knowing look in his eyes that made Leela grit her teeth all the more. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Fry looking at her, almost pathetically staring at her the way he did sometimes when he thought she wasn’t looking.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Leela replied primly.

“Of course not,” Vek replied, letting go of her arm. He smiled and nodded at a passing couple, then at Amy as she moved over to Fry’s side. “Your Philip Fry tells me that you two are not attached in any way whatsoever.”

“Not as such,” Leela said, frowning at Veklerov’s smile. What was he getting at?

“He also said he has no particular concern about what you do with your life,” he added, with a ‘what do you say to that?’ look.

“What’s your point?”

“Right now? Just establishing where we stand, that is all. Which is apparently a lobby,” he added, looking around until he spotted a small bar. “Would you care for a drink before we-”

“To hell with that, what are you after?”

“Oh there’s no rush to find that out, Sirochka,” Veklerov said. “But I am sure you have already figured it out. Come, we have a party to enjoy, and an ex boyfriend to make jealous, do we not?”

“He’s not my boyfriend!”

“That, I think, is rather the point,” Veklerov said. Leela threw her arms up in disgust and stormed away.

The nerve of that man! It was almost like dealing with a competent and marginally more charming version of Zapp... Leela found herself thinking odd thoughts at the comparison and shook her head to try and clear them out. She put on a smile as she approached the group’s table, found herself a seat in between Amy and Hermes and bustled into it.

“I do hope this seat isn’t taken,” she muttered as she sat down. Amy seemed too surprised to argue with her and just smiled a wan smile, glancing over her shoulder at Vek as he approached. Fry sat down on her far side a moment later, along with Yancy and Neena. Leela clamped her teeth around a bread-stick lest the urge to say something acerbic overwhelmed her.

Not that it would have mattered, Amy and Fry were completely oblivious to her now. She listened in, found Fry relating some tale of daring-do about... about her, complete with zooming hand motions and sound effects. Amy hung on his every word, casting admiring glances at Neena and Leela, and even started clapping when he’d finished.

Leela was about to interrupt when she felt Hermes stand and move away, and someone else take his place. She glanced across the table at Neena, saw the look on her face and felt a sudden, tremendous drop in the pit of her stomach. It was the sort of feeling she got when the ship’s engines cut out unexpectedly while landing.

“Hello again,” Veklerov said as she turned to face him. “You left in a hurry, so I bought you a drink. Gamma Ray Burster. Your favourite, I believe.”

“A... what? What made you think I liked...” Leela’s eye was drawn to Neena, who shot her and Veklerov a dirty look before very obviously turning away. This had been a bad idea from the start but, now she knew why. Then again it was already a lousy night already, getting drunk couldn’t make it worse, could it? Neena, she could probably smooth things over with. If only she could get Fry’s attention away from Amy.

Leela downed the drink in a single swallow. “Oh, that’s disgusting...”

“You want me to get you something else?” Veklerov stood to head back toward the bar. She grabbed his arm, tight as she could without breaking it and heard the satisfying sound of an indrawn gasp.

“No, I want you to-” Leela bit her lip. Her voice had been just a little too loud and now Fry was looking at her. In fact everyone was looking at her, just staring, like they were expecting her to explode. Even the background babble of patrons seemed to quiet down a little, instinct for impromptu entertainment directing attention to their table and Leela as they waited for her outburst. Well she wasn’t going to give them a show. She put on a smile, placed the glass delicately on the table and folded her hands together. “I’d like you to sit down.”

Veklerov sat, evidently unsure of quite how to deal with the situation, yet he still had that infuriating smile, as if the whole thing were one great big joke for him. Leela squeezed her eye shut and wished, hard, prayed even, that the whole thing was just a terrible dream, that she was still at home, in bed, not making a complete ass of herself over an idiot who wasn’t even worth her time.

The Professor and Hermes took their seats without comment, and drinks and starters were ordered, easing the tension at the table just a little. Soon the conversation was flowing freely, with the conspicuous absence of Leela, who found herself absently staring at the table-top as she picked at her salad, and Vek, who seemed content to wait in silence.

One minor consolation was that Yancy and Neena seemed to be genuinely hitting it off. Perhaps if Fry had been a little bit more like his brother... she sighed, half smiling as she remembered one or two reasons why he wasn’t like Yancy, who seemed rather too staid and unadventurous for her tastes. When Leela turned to peer, Fry quickly looked away and laughed nervously, proving that he’d been watching her, even if it was just for a moment. So that was still the same.

Leela turned her eye toward Vek and his arrogant little smile. “All right then, lets-”

“I think I shall take you flying tomorrow,” Veklerov suddenly stated. The table fell silent as everyone turned to look at Leela. It was the proverbial pregnant pause, filled with portent and expectation. “That is unless you’re afraid.”

“If you think you can bait me that easily you’ve got even less brains than I gave you credit!”

“Shall we say ten?”

“Perhaps we can say stick it up your-”

“You’re just the same,” he said, a strange smile playing across his features as he glanced at Neena. For some reason this stung Leela; the same as a woman who had never got the guts to quit her job? Who let the morons at her work walk all over her the way Leela had done up to the day she left? Who hadn’t even tried to find her parents...

Vek seemed to realise he’d got to her. He bowed his head slightly, offering up another drink as some sort of peace offering, and she took it and took a sip without really thinking. Vodka. Typical.

“Ten-hundred hours then,” he repeated, raising his own glass in a small toast. “Perhaps we shall see what sort of a pilot you really are.”

A damn good one, Leela thought. And better than you ever could be, two eyes be damned. The conversation around the table resumed in dribs and drabs until their private war was lost amongst the chatter once again, with a noticeable exception. Fry wasn’t talking. Oh, sure he could have just been listening to Amy’s prattle but, Leela knew, as she turned slowly toward him, it was more than that.

She took another drink handed to her by Vek, not really watching, and downed it in a single swallow. Another one of those Gamma Ray things. “This stuff kinda grows on you.”

“Another?”

“God, yes...”

Fry was looking at her without actually facing toward her and his face had a strange, sullen tension she’d only seen perhaps once or twice in the entire time she’d known him. It didn’t suit him, Leela thought. His was the sort of face that should be laughing more. When was the last time she’d seen him really happy? For a moment the gown she was wearing seemed awfully tight around her chest. It hadn’t been that long, surely?

The next drink came and went and she heard a voice, her voice, saying something about going slow before the food but when she looked at Neena she couldn’t tell if she’d said it, or if it was her own conscience prickling. Leela pushed the empty glass away and rested her forehead on her hands, quite certain she would end up making a fool of herself tonight. The one consolation she had was that her headache had finally gone away. It was a cold comfort.
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« Reply #297 on: 07-23-2008 21:18 »

Yay, an update!  big grin

Leela is jealous, Fry is jealous, the Ruskie knows how to play Leela, Leela's getting drunk...

And how is all of this suppose to end in a good way?  smile

If Leela wakes up the next morning, hung-over, naked, used and the vile Ruskie is sleeping next to her, well, I wonder if the "test flight" will still happen?

No Evila?  Hoepfully she's busy preparing her torture chamber for Leela...
km73

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« Reply #298 on: 07-23-2008 23:57 »

 
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Originally posted by Ralph Snart:
And how is all of this suppose to end in a good way?   smile

Who said it does?

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« Reply #299 on: 07-24-2008 02:13 »
« Last Edit on: 07-24-2008 02:13 »

 
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Originally posted by km73:

 Who said it does?

Sarcasm, my young friend.  wink

Arch does a good job of making the guy an arrogant creep.  A lot like some of the creatures that infest off-topic.

I wonder how long he'd last with Evila?

 (Maybe an idea for Arch, provding he hasn't already gone there...  I'm sure a sure a few minute with Evila would make him change his tune towards cyclops.)

Okay you cunts, let's see what you can do now.
Bendersfan1221

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« Reply #300 on: 07-24-2008 13:09 »

Yes, update!!  smile  big grin And I replyed to it in a timely matter this time...Ralph I think you are starting to channel me with your reactions to updates. :P

I wonder how badly all this will end, hmmm..... So last Chapter a lack of Leela and this chapter an odd lack of Evila, I wonder what she is up too. Vek is starting to become more and more of a creep/bastard. I'm thinking Leela is going to regret what is going to happen to her next but we'll have to wait and see though.
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« Reply #301 on: 07-24-2008 13:39 »

Shiny? Leela said shiny? I knew it, it's foreshadowing, when's Niska gonna show up?

(Oh, and I laughed at "Gamma Ray Burster". Solved an ago-old cosmological mystery in one sentence, there.)
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« Reply #302 on: 07-24-2008 17:59 »

Leela's getting drunk?  This isn't going to end well for somebody.  I'm not sure who yet, but somebody. 

I have a question.  Have I just forgotten something, or have we not seen any signs of Bender in this universe?  Where is he?  Or, for that matter, is there a Bender in this universe?
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« Reply #303 on: 07-24-2008 18:44 »

Evila's probably got him tied up asking if he's familiar with the works of Shan Yu.
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« Reply #304 on: 07-24-2008 19:00 »

Evila =/= Niska!

 ... though that's not such a bad idea now that I think a- NO! That way madness lies!

Anyway Bender's been mentioned already. I realise I write large amounts of stuff so it might be easy to miss...  wink

I fully expect people will be disappointed with the next update. But in a good way.  big grin
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« Reply #305 on: 07-24-2008 22:07 »

I have no idea where this is going but it seems like Leela is finally starting to sort a few things out. I'm putting my money on Vek is either going for Zapp redux or he's just messing with Fry.

 
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Oh, and I laughed at "Gamma Ray Burster". Solved an ago-old cosmological mystery in one sentence, there.

You turned the second most powerful thing in the universe into liquer. Bravo sir. I love it.
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« Reply #306 on: 07-25-2008 09:14 »
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Epic update!

Drunk Leela can't be good for anyone. Hopefully well have a Fry to the rescue!

Hows Scotland anyway?
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« Reply #307 on: 07-29-2008 18:54 »

Scotland was great.  smile Didn't get any writing done while I was there, though... blah.
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« Reply #308 on: 07-29-2008 20:47 »

It's Okay, Arch.  Methinks that the wife-unit would have gotten a tad pissy about you writing a fanfic while you were on vacation.

It will come as you write it and we will be here, waiting.

Of course if Evila keeps killing people, you may have to do another Amy-cat pic to keep Kryten happy...
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« Reply #309 on: 08-09-2008 02:38 »

Finally caught up...

Great stuff as usual.  I hadn't realized the Scottish/Russian Veklerov had appeared in the previous universe.

You write very well about what it's like to get drunk.  Impressive that you can remember all the steps well enough to describe them so accurately!
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« Reply #310 on: 08-09-2008 18:32 »

When you do something often enough it tends to stick in your mind.  big grin

Veklerov appeared but wasn't named.
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« Reply #311 on: 08-09-2008 21:40 »

Though I doubt he would have the same name in the other universe anyway if he was Scottish there.
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« Reply #312 on: 08-15-2008 12:43 »

Dinner, naturally, was as grand an affair as it always could be at Elzar’s, but tonight seemed especially so. A full five course banquet, with unlimited visits to the salad bar. The drinks had flowed quite freely as well and by the end of the third course Yancy was pretty sure he’d have to be carried home. Again. He felt his brow twisting at the half-remembered images of Philip dragging him from the travel tube and through the streets to his apartment.

“I don’t want to do that again,” he mumbled and then realised he was speaking out loud. He looked at Neena. “Sorry, miles away.”

“That’s not a problem,” Neena replied. She picked at her food for a moment before laying her fork down. “You aren’t the only one with things on your mind,” she added, idly pushing the remains of her steak around with a knife.

There was a giggle; her voice but, not her. Neena drove the knife into a piece of bone, growling under her breath as she ground the knife and bone against her plate. Yancy followed her gaze across the table to Vek and Leela. The latter was obviously drunk and laughing at something Vek had said a moment earlier. Yancy couldn’t remember it being very funny.

He couldn’t help comparing the two Leelas then. Neena seemed more composed and stable right at that moment, though the way she was gripping her knife meant it was a state that might not last much longer. He touched her arm; Neena jumped as if she’d been stung and turned on him with a growl. “What?”

“I... nothing,” Yancy replied. Neena stared at him as if he was speaking an alien language and then seemed to suddenly shrink inside. She put the knife down and reached for her glass.

“I’m sorry,” she said, once the glass was empty. Yancy shrugged. “No, I mean it.”

She was speaking quietly, just quiet enough to not be heard by the others over the din. Yancy couldn’t help replying in the same tone. “I’m not going to pretend I understand what’s going on between you two.”

“She’s embarrassing us both,” Neena muttered, stabbing at her food again. “She has to know what an ass she’s being, right? I guess the hair isn’t the only difference between us.”

“I don’t know... Phil doesn’t look too happy about this either.”

“Then he has more intelligence than I would have given him credit,” Neena replied, not quite looking away from Leela and Vek. She muttered something under her breath and then fell silent. Yancy wondered if he should take offence on his brother’s behalf. Was it worth the hassle? No matter what he chose now he’d end up with Leela annoyed at him. Better the one that was going to leave than the one he’d be spending...

“You know, all this time I thought you were an alien.”

“I am an alien, Yancy. Who told you I wasn’t?”

“I...”

“If you’re worried about weird things I’m completely normal. I checked. Well, apart from the eye and a couple of other little things that don’t make any difference, but...” Neena put her knife down, any worries about Leela forgotten as she turned to look at Yancy. “Yancy? What’s the matter?”

“Phil said you... he said...” Yancy shook his head and tried to put on his best smile. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Can’t you tell me?”

Yancy bit his lip and tried to think of a reply. Neena’s gaze looked worried now and with good reason; at some level he’d just cast doubt over her entire view of the world. She insisted she was an alien but, Phil had said she wasn’t, that she was human, however different. Had he been wrong? Yancy could feel his gut cramping up again, the way it had when he’d first stepped out of the tube and realised what had happened.

“Yancy, are you all right? You look a little pale”

“I’m fine, it’s probably just blowback from that pill.” He downed the rest of his drink in a single swallow and shakily waved at a waiter for a repeat. “I just need a little water, that’s all.”

“Does it have anything to do with-” she began, only to be interrupted by the Professor rattling a spoon against his cup. Yancy sighed, thanking providence for the interruption. “We’ll talk about this later,” Neena said.

Farnsworth rattled the spoon some more. He waited a moment for Leela and Veklerov to compose themselves – she was still laughing almost maniacally over something – and then turned to face everyone at the table. “I have an announcement.”

They waited. Farnsworth seemed content to stare at his plate until Hermes casually poked him in the ribs. “Eh-what? Oh! Yes, the announcement... I’m afraid I have good news, everyone. Oh and, eyuh, bad news too! The good news is that I have made a remarkable discovery about the quantum fields entangling Leela and Leela here, hyes.”

“And the bad news,” Amy asked, gently squeezing Phil’s hand.

“Well the bad news is that this means I won’t be able to keep your Philip here as an organ bank. I was quite looking forward to that new liver.”

“I’d hardly call that bad news,” Phil muttered. His face suddenly brightened. “Wait, you mean you’ve found a way home?”

“In a manner of speaking, yes. I discovered that your passage though universes creates a rather bizarre quantum effect that entangles some fundamental aspect of your physical structure with that of your counterpart in another universe.”

“Sounds kinky,” Leela said. She hiccuped and slipped forward as her elbow bounced from the table. “Scuse me, I’m a little... whatsit the oppose of not sober?”

“No kidding,” Neena muttered. Farnsworth stared at them both with a sort of affable, senile grin.

“Well that aside, there are means to harness this effect. Given a suitable scanning device I believe I can find a way to navigate through the universes to your own, making use of this entangling effect and the quantum resonance state of your home universe.”

Phil nodded. “Like following a piece of string, right?”

“Well, uh... if you mean nine-dimensional string with multiple strands going in all different directions whilst you have the ability to alter where those strands lead at will, and travel along several of them at the same time then, yes, precisely like that asininely simplistic explanation you just came up with.”

“Oh.”

Leela seemed to rally then. She leaned back, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “When can we go home?” She pushed her drink away and tried to sit a little more upright. “As fun as it is the novelty of talking to myself is starting to wear thin. No offence,” she added with a gentle nod toward Neena.

“Not right away, I need to design a program that can make use of the scanner on that, uh, whatever it is you have on your wrist all the time...” Farnsworth leaned forward to poke at Leela’s arm.  “And which you aren’t wearing right now. Lets say, three or four days at most. And after that you’ll still have to navigate your way home through the multiverse, yes... no telling how long that could take.”

Leela examined her nails, studiously not looking at anyone else around the table. “Was there any other bad news? You normally hold some back at times like this.”

“No, that was all,” Farnsworth said. He looked at Phil with a face that just screamed ‘loss’ and sighed. “I’d always dreamed of finding a relative with no appreciable brain activity. I suppose I shall have to make do with my microcephalic clones instead. Ah well.”

Phil turned to Leela for support but she was still too busy staring at her half-empty glass. He slowly turned away, pausing a moment to look at Yancy. There was a moment, a sort of disconnect, and Yancy suddenly felt something he’d never felt before; defensive. Over his brother. It wasn’t even remotely normal. “Hey, you know, he’s not that dumb.”

Farnsworth stared blank at Yancy and then frowned. “I don’t quite follow.”

“Phil’s not, he’s... look stop calling my brother names, okay?”

“If you insist,” Farnsworth muttered, turning to look at Phil again. He had a pen in his hand. Where it had come, from Yancy hadn’t a clue, but it seemed to annoy his brother more than a simple pen should.

Farnsworth leaned back in his seat, musing on some distant and voluminous problem as the waiters came to retrieve their plates. There was little for Yancy to do after that, except wait and see if there was any more food to be brought out. His stomach grumbled at the thought, reminding Yancy he was still not quite over the whole problem of the detox pill.

“I think I want to get out of here.” He leaned toward Neena just a little. “If I eat anything more my stomach will explode.”

Neena nodded slowly, unable to take her eye of Leela as she finished her drink. Then she suddenly looked away and stood up. “Professor, everyone, it’s been a wonderful evening but I’m afraid I have to leave now. And... I think... well. Good night.”

She rounded the table in just a few strides, breezing past Veklerov and Leela without a backward glance, ignoring Leela’s almost-pleading look. Yancy tried to put it from his mind as he rose to follow Neena. In moments everyone was looking at him with the same curious, almost disbelieving expression.

“I, uh... stomach,” he said, giving up. Let them think whatever they wanted to think, he didn’t care right now. He pushed his way around the table, patting Phil’s shoulder as he passed by. As he reached Veklerov the pilot surreptitiously grabbed Yancy’s elbow and drew him a close. He glanced toward the exit and then at Leela before catching Yancy’s eye. A grin.

“If you want I can give you a few secrets to get her...” Vek held up a fist and waggled his eyebrows. “Easy, if you know how.”

He hadn’t even tried to hide himself from the others, in fact he’d spoken loud enough that even Phil had heard, though he made a great show of pretending not to. Yancy couldn’t quite believe it himself; and the fact that Leela wasn’t reacting... though, to be fair, she was pretty drunk. Maybe she hadn’t heard? But Yancy had no idea what was going on now. He looked at his brother, tried to understand the blank anger on his face and shook his head. Women had never been his forte. In fact it had only been luck that he’d ever landed Laura-

Yancy felt his gut tighten at the mere thought of his lost fiancé. He pulled his arm from Veklerov’s grip and glared him. “No, thank you.”

“Your loss,” Vek replied, turning back to his drink. He put an arm around Leela and looked back over his shoulder at Yancy with another leering grin. Yancy ignored him, instead throwing another look toward his brother before he headed after Neena. It seemed Phil was very interested in his plate for some reason.

Neena was waiting for him, which shouldn’t have been a surprise. She smiled at Yancy as he approached, though it was a drawn, strained expression, barely recognisable as positive. She kept glancing toward the dining area too, as if expecting someone else to follow.

“I can’t believe that creep,” Yancy muttered as they retrieved their coats. “Or the way he’s treating you, um, the other you. Leela.”

“Frankly, if she’s willing to put up with that treatment then she deserves it.”

“How can you say that about... about you?

“She’s not me, she’s... and, besides, he... ” Neena hunched her shoulders and turned away from him. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Leela-”

Neena.

Yancy sighed and nodded. “Fine, Neena.” He waited, wondering what to say. “If she’s making the same mistake-”

“I did not make a mistake! That... that Russian wannabe pilot tricked me,” Neena growled. She thrust her arm into the sleeve of her coat, which promptly tore with a loud, crunching rip as the seams gave way. “Great...”

“Want a hand with that?”

“Leave it,” Neena said, shrugging away Yancy’s helping hand. She pulled the coat on and twisted to examine the tear. The arm was completely ripped off at the back seam. “I don’t need you pawing at me over a stupid jacket,” she said, tossing the coat into a nearby trashcan.

“I wouldn’t be pawing,  I’d be... ah, forget it. I’ve never been very good around women.”

“Well that makes a change from my usual dates.” Neena looked over her shoulder toward the restaurant and grimaced. Vek still had his arm around Leela’s shoulders and seemed to be in the middle of one of his tales. Now and then, Phil would look up from his plate to stare at Leela; and in return, when he wasn’t looking, Leela would turn to stare at him. “What is she doing?

“If I knew that I’d be better around women,” Yancy remarked. He turned away from the scene just as the party stood from the table, evidently ready to leave. “Do you still want to talk?”

“No... later,” Neena said. “Later. Take me home, Yancy.”

She turned to Yancy and took his hand with a smile. Yancy wasn’t sure what to think until he remembered the tiny knot of diamond resting on a shelf at home. He squeezed Neena’s hand once as they left the building, then let go.

Neena seemed to have realised as they reached the tube stop. She paused at the entrance to look at him. “Yancy...”

“I know what you’re going to ask,” Yancy said, swallowing hard to push back a sudden bout of nausea. Had to be the pills, that was it. Damn pills. “I’m sorry, Neena. I can’t.”

Neena did a pretty good job of hiding her disappointment but it wasn’t perfect. “It’s the eye, isn’t it? It’s always the damned eye.”

“No. It’s... it’s a lot of things. It’s me.” He laughed. It was nervous, a high-pitched sort of laugh, the sort that normally annoyed him so much. “You’ve seen my file, right? ‘Severe emotional attachment to deceased romantic interest’ or, something like that. Having you there every week might have kept me alive but, I’m not over her yet.”

“After all this time, I’d kind of hoped...”

“I’m sorry.”

Neena nodded quietly, blinking back a tear. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then. I still need to follow up on some assessment stuff.”

“Sure.”

Neena stepped into the tube stop and muttered a destination. She turned to wave at Yancy as she was sucked into the network and promptly disappeared, leaving Yancy alone in the twilight. He kicked at a stray stone and sighed, then turned to walk away from the tube.

Something stopped him. Not the thought of walking back to his apartment, though it was quite a distance. Something. There was a suicide booth up ahead, looming out of the shadows like some monolithic grey tombstone. They’d been around him ever since he’d arrived, taunting him with their presence, the easy escape they offered.

Yancy turned to look at the tube again, rising into the night like a pale green, glowing road to infinity. He turned away from the booth, walked back to the tube stop and looked up at the single tube, tracing it’s path until it was lost in the city. She was still transiting. If he left now...

“To hell with it,” he muttered, stepping into the tube.
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« Reply #313 on: 08-15-2008 17:05 »

Yet another great update! Fanfics are going doing a great job of keeping the fire bright between movies, especially this one!

Gotta say way to go Yancy! And look out... someone... Yancy -> Neena learns about her parents -> finds their bodies -> your boned. But will the someone be Evila? or the ID she planted... ruh-roh.

Yancy and Neena's departure is promisng, but how will Vek, Leela, Fry and Amy make their leave? and with who?

Eagerly awaiting the next installment as always.

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« Reply #314 on: 08-15-2008 17:28 »

Great update.

So the two Leela's aren't so different after all - both are opinionated.  Neena sitting in judgement of Leela for committing the same mistakes she made.

So will the mad Ruskie add Leela to the notches carved on his bedpost?  Neena's already there - they're very much the same so what worked on Neena should work with Leela.

Fry's not standing up and amking a fool out of himself is a little OOC, but I'm sure he'll do something to make us all happy eventually.

Ah yes, will Neena be able to handle the fact taht she's a mutant?  Then to find out her parents have been brutally murdered, how will she handle that?

Then there's our little drunken Turtledove, Leela.  In her standard "pissed-off" mode, she's using the Mad Ruskie as a way to hurt Fry.  Hopefully this will be something to come back and bite her on the ass.  Out of the whole bunch, Fry's the only one around who would care if she got back to Universe-A in one piece.

Then the star of this Opera - Evila.  I'm having withdrawl symptoms.  El-Man's pic of her is the only Evila fix I've had in almost two months.

All the updates are very enjoyable.  Your hard work is appreciated.
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« Reply #315 on: 08-16-2008 21:17 »

Great update as usual. Seems like Yancy is finally trying to do something about his life instead of just whining.

 
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Gotta say way to go Yancy! And look out... someone... Yancy -> Neena learns about her parents -> finds their bodies -> your boned. But will the someone be Evila? or the ID she planted... ruh-roh.

That's brilliant. Yancy learns about Leela's parents from Fry, he tell Neena, they find the bodies and Fry's(?) ID. A very bad combination.
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« Reply #316 on: 08-16-2008 22:08 »

 
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Great update as usual. Seems like Yancy is finally trying to do something about his life instead of just whining.

 That's brilliant. Yancy learns about Leela's parents from Fry, he tell Neena, they find the bodies and Fry's(?) ID. A very bad combination.

If it was Fry I don't think things would end too poorly, Leela would be there to vouch for him and Yancey wouldn't believe it either. Might by Yancy, depending on how much he can tell Neena about her parents from Fry. Like if they went looking by themselves and found the bodies / his ID. That might be tricky.

Could end rather poorly for Evila though if the two Leela's decide to go after her.
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« Reply #317 on: 08-16-2008 23:03 »

I was thinking it would be Fry's ID because Evila wouldn't have a reason to go after Yancy or have his ID.
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« Reply #318 on: 08-16-2008 23:23 »

 
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 If it was Fry I don't think things would end too poorly, Leela would be there to vouch for him...

No matter how pissed-off Leela may get at Fry, she still knows he wouldn't do anything to harm her parents - he's the reason that she didn't kill her parents in Universe A.

 
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Could end rather poorly for Evila though if the two Leela's decide to go after her.

Neither Leela have proven that they would kill.  Evila has no problem killing and she's armed.

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« Reply #319 on: 08-16-2008 23:31 »

 
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 Neither Leela have proven that they would kill.  Evila has no problem killing and she's armed.

Both Leela and Fry have blasted their fair share of ships out of space. Besides Leela was going to kill her parents because she thought they killed her parents. I can easily see her trying to kill someone who killed her parents. Even if they are from another universe.
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