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[Keita]

*Keita now walks in the forest crabbling a sleeping child Salamander.*

[Tellemurius]

((oh god Gardevoir...))
*Gets back onto the Firing Range and blows out some Artillery shells allover the place*

[Phantom]

((Heh. At least I don't need to go to church...))
The Medic has fell asleep in the desert. Woo.



Dariel is standing next to Clayton, the tanks that were on his back removed, and now wearing the Carapace Armor that looks somewhat disproportionate on him. Like how the shoulder pads were broken off for the shard launchers, and the missing gloves and boots.
"Aim this time."

[Tellemurius]

"Its a artillery cannon you dolt"

[Phantom]

"Yeah, but you still aim. Basilisk cannons need to aim. Old artillery needs to aim. What if you get way off course?"

[Twi]

"So? Artillery cannons are aimed!"

Thera pokes Clayton, with a look of annoyance.
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Oh look, Lavi's sitting next to Medic. Woo.

[Tellemurius]

"Blurg"
*fires off more rounds*
"I didn't say i was practicing"

[Phantom]

The Medic abruptly wakes up and screams at Lavi in some surprise.


Dariel notice Thera.
"Hey Thera."

[The Merchant Of Menace]

*Crystal disengages herself from Amy, leaving a note taped to the her nose, and warps to somewhere in the fort*

[Twi]

"Hey Dariel. You look a bit different today."
((or a lot? I dunno. >_>))
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And Lavi backs off, startled.
"Sss-sssorry!"

[Phantom]

"I got the tanks off. And I'm wearing the carapace armor again, but it restricts my movement somewhat."



The Medic blinks a few times at Lavi before sitting up straight.
"Don't be that close to me when I'm sleeping."

[Tellemurius]

((livestreaming))

[Keita]

*Keita is under a random tree*

[The Merchant Of Menace]

*Crystal wanders over* C:"Heya"

[Something Evil]

*Crystal disengages herself from Amy, leaving a note taped to the her nose, and warps to somewhere in the fort*

*A rather short firefox finds her breathing slightly obstructed by something. As neither sleepy dabs at the offending object nor puffs and snorts manage to remove it, Amy wakes up, unsticks the note she is now lightly nibbling on from her nose and makes to read it, associating its apparition with Crystal's absence.*