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*scoots in and swings around the corner at wild speeds* aahhh! *pants* I'm here! I made it! Sorry I've been MIA for like the past few days. I was spending the weekend cosplaying at comic con with my best buddy Autumn Leaves and it was AWESOME.
Anywhoo, not sure where the story is going next or if it's dead or what but I'll let Zaal at least have some input. Don't let this die y'all! Also are they in Antartica yet? Or a desert? Or the middle of nowhere??? Because I need to dream up some stylish disco apocalypse super rad mission wear for my charries. Or super rad mission parkas I guess 🙂
Zaal~
Roadrunner introduces each one of us one after the other. Greg looks hard at each of us as he shakes our hands. I can't tell if he's analyzing how valuable an asset we'd be to the team or how much he likes our hairstyles. It's rather hard to tell.
Chaotica gives me a frivolous wink as I stepped back into line beside her. I gave her what I hoped was a friendly nod.
I shouldn't be here. I don't even know if I wanted to be here. But somehow…here I am performing a most bodacious feat. Saving the world, I guess.
A monster howls in the distance, then another. I tune in on the sounds. A group, 3 or 4 maybe, moving away from here.
"I can already hear the monsters," Roadrunner comments. Greg shoulders his gun.
"Not for long."
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Alrighty, let's drag this thing outta the mud. (Hey Rose bud, did you have a birthday recently?)
Rook~
I let out a long, slow breath. I suppose it's really starting, then. So far, nothing too outside of normal- everyone on the team seems slightly annoying. Their eyes lingered a little on my rather non-80's clothes. I've been able to tell something about each person's personality. I think I'm going to like this Greg Laurens character the least.
As we are about to set off, Roadrunner gives us a nod, her eyes narrowing. "Good luck," she says quietly, her eyes passing over each of us. They linger slightly on first Greg, and then me. Her expression is unreadable. Greg shifts the gun on his shoulder. Elli pops some sort of sweet into her mouth.
"Everyone ready?" Greg asks. There is a collective 2 second sequence of nods and "yep"s and "yeah"s. "We're gonna need it," I mutter to myself under my breath.~
Oof that was like, a baby post. Oh well.
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Yas Elli and sweets 😛
And yes! I did have a Birthday!! Eep. I'm like…old now. XD I don't know if I'm the oldest person on the CB but I guess I'm pretty darn old.
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Elli~
The helicopter behind us rises and slowly disappears in the dim sun. As soon as the noise of the rotors abates, Greg begins to speak.
"Everybody ready?" I nod along with the others, shifting nervously and looking around.
"All right then." He turns and starts walking, just like that. Chaotic follows briskly. Everyone else looks confused.
"Wait! Aren't we going to get a debriefing…a…a…you know," I close my mouth before I can add to my embarrassment. Great, why do even the simple things always turn out wrong? Greg looks back and shrugs.
"Try not to die," he offers.