Stars that Fall to Earth

Freed

Augustine's POV...

Now that I've eaten, I feel like I could run a mile.
Or ten.
Being full is one of my favorite things, second to my cape swaying in the wind.

"Ok, we need to find Galacta Knight and get him to bring us to that dimension Spruce was talking about." I remind them, raising to my full height.

"Yeah. But where exactly is Galacta Knight?" Arthur asks.

"I dunno." Spruce admits calmly.

"Oh. Duh. I can just warp myself to him if he's actually in that weird crystal you mentioned." DMK points out.
"Wait. You can?" I ask.

"Yeah. If there's a reflective surface on that thing, I could probably summon one of my trusty mirrors, grab good 'ol GK and be back here in a flash." He muses, spreading and lightly arcing his wings.

"Then what're you waiting for?" I ask.

"Nothing." He snaps his fingers, a huge shard of glass appearing the second he did. Hopping into its surface, he waves us goodbye as the mirror poofs away.

"...Ok. While the peace lasts, I need to keep my promise. Let's go see Curry."
"You've been quiet, Rosie." I point out.

"Yeah. Well, I slipped away to secure the building, and came back without anyone noticing. I'm actually really good at sneaking. But keeping anonymous is only one of my two talents." She says, smirking slyly.

I roll my eyes. "Whatever you say."

She leads all of us out of the room, into the hall and to a sealed chamber, not for victims, but for lunch breaks. Rosie opens the door, but stops before we could enter, just to hear a familiar thick-accented voice scream at no one in particular.

"WHO THE FLOTZO ATE MY PB&J?!"
"Hi, dad." She drones.
"Oh. Hi, darlin- OMIGOSH.

AUGUSTINE?"

"Hi Cur- OOF!"
A maskless hot-sauce red veteran with turquoise eyes shoves his daughter out of the way just to slug me in the gut.

"Owww... What was that for?!" I shout.

"BEING DEAD FOR OH, I DON'T KNOW.

EIGHT HUNDRED FIFTY YEARS OR SO?!"

"Ha. Oops. You're taller than I remember." I say, recovering from the hit.

"...Wait a minute. Why do you look so... young? It's as if you're still in your seventies! Is that just another Castelolian thing I'm not aware of? OR ARE YOU A SHAPESHIFTIN' MONSTER THAT MURDERED MY FRIEND AND TOOK HIS IDENTITY?!" He roars, drawing his trusty blade.

"Probably just another Castelolian thing, Curry. But if I may ask, who's the most unluckiest lady in existence?" I taunt.

"EXCUSE ME, YA SCOUNDREL?" He snarls.
"AND IF I MAY ASK, WHO'S THAT STANDING THREE FEET BEHIND YA, HUH?" He points to Opala, who has no idea of what is happening.

"That is Opala. She's not even-"
"Yeah I don't care. But you have to guess who I ended up with." He says, grinning broadly.

"Oh really?"
"Uh-huh."
"...Caroline?"
"Nope."
"How about Taylor?"
"Nada."
"Wild guess: Mercedes?"
"BINGO!" He yells, throwing his gloves in the air.