The Causeway, Saturday afternoon
Drax had gathered his few possessions (most of them sharp, pointy, and strapped to him), his plans for getting into space (breaking into the Fantastic Four's Baxter Building and seeing if he could steal a ship... it wasn't the best plan in the world, but it's not like there were that many places to get a good spaceship on Earth), and the Chaos Mite that he was reasonably sure would betray him at some point soon.
All in all, the odds of anything good coming of this were slim and he would probably be happier staying in Fandom. But still. This was for Cammi. He had to try to help, even if he wasn't going to admit that to anyone.
Drax took a single look back at where there was now something resembling a school. There was no emotion on his face, but he would remember this as one of the more pleasant points of his life. He turned back to Skreet and said, "Let's go."
As he walked across the causeway he smirked. He was probably walking into a trap of some sort and, really, Cammi was probably the one who set it. Little psycho brat.
[OOC: And Drax is gone.]
All in all, the odds of anything good coming of this were slim and he would probably be happier staying in Fandom. But still. This was for Cammi. He had to try to help, even if he wasn't going to admit that to anyone.
Drax took a single look back at where there was now something resembling a school. There was no emotion on his face, but he would remember this as one of the more pleasant points of his life. He turned back to Skreet and said, "Let's go."
As he walked across the causeway he smirked. He was probably walking into a trap of some sort and, really, Cammi was probably the one who set it. Little psycho brat.
[OOC: And Drax is gone.]