All Too Familiar

[Lubbock]

Lubbock nodded at Akame's question. "Yeah, the other Verses are basically small planets... well, more like large continents." Lubbock corrected himself with a shake of his head, remembering that the verses weren't that big, but still enormous. "I'll tell you that even after ages of walking around a verse you won't be able to see the boundaries, that good enough for the time being?" He added, looking over his shoulder at the One Cut Killer.

Lubbock had to think over Akame's second question a little more. Stopping Omni was a bit far-fetched, and likely impossible. "It would be insane to try and get a god to stop doing what he feels good doing. Maybe not the best idea." He replied with a chuckle. "I think the best thing to do would be to make the place more hospitable for new Primes and Secondaries, and less of a bloodbath and race for power." He explained, looking straight ahead as the steed rushed closer to the Camelot gate. "If we can't stop people coming here, we can at least make the place more easily bearable." He clarified with a slight grin, imagining what Omni's reaction to such a revolution would be.

Akame seemed quite pissed at the fact that Primes slayed each other over and over. Lubbock didn't blame her; she absolutely despised needless killing, and even though she kills with good intent, she knowingly carries the burden of the lives she took with her blade. "It's horrible... I know." Lubbock agreed with his partner, a bitter frown on his lips.

As if Akame's shock at the Prime bloodbath wasn't enough, she almost had a heart attack from the name 'Esdeath'. Even he didn't know how long Esdeath had been in the Omniverse before himself. Now wasn't the time for such brain-straining thoughts though. Lubbock's head was sent into a spin as they passed through the gate to Camelot, and an audible groan sounded behind him; it was Akame's first time passing through a gate, so she undoubtedly experienced a larger degree of nausea than her green-clad companion.

As the strange spiral of space washed away, a sunlit expanse of hills and forests met their eyes. "Whoah..." Lubbock gasped as he pulled the reigns of his steed and slowed them to a halt. "Jeez... is it just me or does this place look a lot like home?" He asked with a grin, giving the horse a gentle kick to start it moving at a slow canter. "Yeah, you're right. And I thought I missed home before..." Akame trailed off, and Lubbock gently brushed his elbow against the girl's arm. "Chin up, Akame. For now... this is our home. We can settle down here for a while, see what kind of things are going on-" He was cut short mid-explanation by a large roar - or more like thousands of roars molded into one. "What's that?!" The boy asked, kicking his horse into a gallop and zooming up a hill to overlook a large farmland, where a mob of angry humanoid beings - obviously not human by the strange skin colours - rushing a uniform square of armoured knights.

"What the... what's going on?!" Lubbock asked through gritted teeth, watching a blue-skinned female, missing an arm, shambling up the hill towards them. "Please! Help us! Aragorn's knights are culling our non-human races!" She screamed, and Lubbock growled. "Akame..."

"Let's do this." The girl was quick to respond, and Lubbock sent them charging down the hill, Akame unsheathing Murasame behind him.