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[Angellus]

"Here, let me help."
Angellus started investigating his eye socket for glass, finding little.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"Thanks. The name's Lich, though I'm actually an archlich."

[mission0]

"Hey there, thanks for helping my acquaintance there."

Mission gives a short wave at Angel

OOC:(sorry for asking but what does Angel look like? I'm assuming something catlike)

[WorkerDrone]

WorkerDrone coughs, muffling what he says next. "Loser."

He glances at Mission.

"Aren't you suppose to be like. Off somewhere being completely unhelpful to whatever disastrous situation you take part in?" Before an answer can be returned, WorkerDrone spots what he had been looking for.

"...Rum."

He immediately sets off to obtain it.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich heard that, and in his notebook he wrote down: Note to self, poison rum.

[mission0]

Mission points his staff at the rum which promptly shoots off into the air and explodes

"I'm sorry you were saying something?"

[Angellus]

((OOC: What do you guys want? Profile or talk-while-play?))

[WorkerDrone]

A gun shot tears the book in half. Another gunshot whizzes close to Mission's head.

"Hey! This is the shit right here, WorkerDrone the mighty! I'm indestructi-Fuuuuuu-" A book is thrown in his face, from Sofia's direction being the suspect.

[mission0]

OOC:(When you say talk-while-play, do you mean that you will reveal how you look through dialogue?)

Mission looks down to the now torn book in his hands, he shivers at the sight

"oh... you are going to wish you hadn't done that..."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich looks on with a smug air of amusement.

[Angellus]

((OOC: Yes))

Angel sighed and pulled his arm out, making a mouse-like sound in the progress. As soon as the cat heard this he jumped and climbed up past the slightly worn black leather jacket and on to Angel's arm.

"Hi Kite."

[mission0]

OOC:(Yeah talk-while-play then)

[Little]

Little wakes up, rubbing her eyes.

"I think I drunk too much."

[Gunner-Chan]

Sofia continues to sit on the couch, looking fairly depressed about how far she was actually going. She lays down and curls her legs up to her chest in a fetal position.

[Angellus]

Angel looked down upon Sofia, his brown eyes holded pupils slightly oval.

"What is wrong?"