Minutes in the future... but not many
Mogwai arrives at her room to find a note taped to the door. "It's time for the final battle to determine who gets to go after Altrage. We're doing this. We're making it happen."
Mogwai ripped the note off the door, checked that her gun was ready to draw, and flew up the stairs of the inn, kicking open the door at the top leading to the roof. Aeric was standing there, dressed in his red mage finery, his new sword at his side.
"Alright, what's this all about?" asked Mogwai
"Simple." replied Aeric "Winner goes after Altrage. Loser goes home."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" said Mogwai, her paw inching towards her gun regardless "We should wait for this until after we've defeated Germaine, this is madness!"
"Madness?" said Aeric, a gleam in his eye and his fist clenched "This! Is! BCG!"
Hours in the past... but not many
Dom Kupelaire was having a restful sleep. His ever conflicting aspects were at their worst right now. Suddenly, he jerked awake and cried out "The sky will fall, and the seas will run red with blood!" before falling back asleep. "Mmm... tacos."
Days in the future...
Mogriffon was approached by a pair of the MHMU's jail guards "Feeding time." yelled one, as a plate of food was passed through a slot in the door.
"Mmm... rare, and bloody. Just like I like it. Nice to see confinement isn't all that bad."
"Hah, you got no company besides us and the occasional wayward moogle who needs to be taught what they'll become if they keep disobeying the law. I'd say that sucks."
"Speaking of that last girl... what happened to her?"
"First to be considered stable enough to continue living among adventurers."
"Is that so... I'd like to see her."
"Fat chance, she's got better things to do and you're stuck in here."
"...I'd like you to unlock the cell."
The guards noticed something odd in his voice, and the one who had been talking felt himself compelled to comply. He grabbed the keys from his belt, and opened the cell door.
"Good. Now remove my chains."
The guard unlocked Mogriffon's chains
"Excellent. Now... I want you to shoot your partner."
Mid and his companions looked at the work they'd done during the night. It'd taken some work, but the magicite powered gun was now complete. All that was left was to field test it.