“Who, us?” Bob asks Tychon, pointing to himself, Bootleg, and Doohickey.
“no, the other relevant group of three.”
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OOC: Gtg. Bye.
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“Well, that’s perfect then. I got fangs and claws a-plenty… now if I only had my tail back…” Savage said, muttering in dissapointed irritation.
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“I tell it as I see it.”
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“We noticed,” Doohickey affirms.
OOC: 3 replies?!
IC: Mordo and Keila were still there.
OOC: yep.
IC: Ironclad was testing Gladius’ talisman.
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“So… When do we start?”
Ironclad shrugs. The hard light clone mimics him.
“Whenever Asphalt and Savage are ready, I guess.”
“Fine…”
Ironclad nods. So does his decoy.
@KAI_BORG Ironclad goes to look for Asphalt. Thingamabob and Doohickey head for the workshop while Gladius and Bootleg remain in the bar.
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He’d find him in the usual area, somewhere deep in the ship.
The brothers followed him.
Ironclad walks into Asphalt’s hiding spot.
“Hello,” he greets. “The seacons have invited us to a little brawl, and I was wondering if you’d be interested.”
Asphalt twitched, his sword shaking mid thrust before he turned urged grinning and saying, “a-ah… sure, so long as you’re in, s-sounds fun.”
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M: “Uhm… Are you OK?”
“I’ll be part of it, yes,” Ironclad says to Asphalt.
Bob and Doohickey were in the workshop. Bob was giving his friend a “tune-up” of sorts- the modifications Doohickey had installed over the years to help interface with her exo-suit required maintenance from time to time.
“Baghh! Did they come with you?!” Asphalt called towards Ironclad as he visibly come restrained himself from running.