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Post by festum on Aug 8, 2009 1:26:03 GMT -5
Calc simply grunted and continued to shovel smoking debris into the garbage bin, not bothering to look back at where Wipe stood and secretly cursing Saw Boss's name.
Leary, on the other hand, stopped and glared over at her. "I must have been a Herald in a past life. Because I cannot imagine what I did wrong to be stuck with that miserable piece of Great War leftover. He's not the only one who wishes he got slagged in battle..."
A soft, but edged voice spoke out from the door frame, alerting the cow and rabbit to it's presence. Looking up, the two of them saw Prowlwing leaning up against the entryway looking bored. With a smirk, the Femme crossed her arms and added;
"Considering how dismal this test run was, I'd say his living through the war makes perfect sense. No competent commander would put such a liability on the battlefield in the first place."
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Post by smokedtoast on Sept 3, 2009 2:26:39 GMT -5
Wipeout glances over to Leary for a moment before responding evilly. "Well, you know... maybe it's a sign you need to fix up your comedy act. Or apply over at Deva Corp." She continues to help shovel along with the others, chuckling to herself lightly. Normally she wouldn't be this mean, but Prowlwing's presence always seems to bring the worst out of her. Gripkille glances over for a moment before smirking. "Don't let him hear that, or you might find a saw-blade in your back." She responds calmly before walking over. "You're not normally this happy, what happened? Someone screwed up in the labs?" She asks jokingly.
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Post by festum on Oct 2, 2009 22:26:55 GMT -5
Crossing her arms, Prowlwing smirked viciously. "You really want to know? Well, I'm feeling generous. Stuck-up himself, Crestrunner just released a dangerous and psychopathic Great War leftover into the general population with a vial of some unknown and upsetting material."
She laughed into her hand, "Oh the look across his face was absolutely priceless. I can't wait to see how this rolls all over his career."
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Post by smokedtoast on Oct 16, 2009 22:11:40 GMT -5
"Ah slag! How in the Pit did that happen?!?" Gripkiller responds gruffly, rubbing her temples. Of the two, she considered Warhead the worse of the two evils. At least Saw Boss became numb when he drank, there was nothing like that when dealing with the scientist. "I thought the contingency plan was to just shoot her down, at least that's the one I voted for. What, she manage to drug him up first?"
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Post by festum on Oct 29, 2009 20:16:33 GMT -5
Prowlwing shrugged, wholly disinterested in the hows or whys of the situation. She leaned in and smirked at Gripkiller playfully.
"I suppose you all underestimated that big walking antique, eh? Good thing my aft's out of this fire. I just get to sit back and watch as this comes back to bite all of you in the afterburner."
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Post by smokedtoast on Jan 18, 2010 5:43:03 GMT -5
"All of you? if you remember, I voted for just shooting her down. I'll do it myself if I have to." Gripkiller responded, walking over to Leary and snatching up her communication device. "Can't be gone too far... Crazy old broad hates her beast mode as much as Saw Boss, so I doubt she's gone any way but on foot." She responds, working though the comm to access the building's security cameras. At least this way she'll have a way of knowing which way to look. "Wipeout, Calcium... you're with me... we're going vulture hunting." She responds back to them before walking over to prowlwing. "Unless you think she can outrun a bullet."
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