Mixmaster
Minor
The chemlab on crack...I mean wheels.
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Post by Mixmaster on Jun 4, 2008 8:33:21 GMT -5
Instead of answering Demolishor Mixmaster shoves another piece of large metal to the side, optics brightening.
//Of course I've found a place,// He tells Hook with something vaguely resembling a snort. //Just wander back toward where I was before and down a little way from there and you can't miss us!//
He eyes the makeshift pile/wall/shelter and the somewhat cleared area around it critically.
//{insert coordinates}. Just don't evereverever tell Bonecrusher about it *giggle*//
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Post by Hook on Jun 4, 2008 18:04:56 GMT -5
//Because, of course I'm going to describe something so eye-searingly hideous to him that you beg me not to ever tell him about. Because it secretly pleases me to have an unhappy demolitionist on my hands.// Scorn drips from Hook's radioed 'voice' as he makes his way back towards Mixmaster.
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Thread closed. If people would like to do medical RP based on the wounds taken during the battle, either IM or PM myself or Mixmaster about starting a new thread for that.
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