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[lil_iron_knight]

[The day after ULTIMATUM, Vita rolls out of bed about an hour and a half after noon, grabs a bagel out of the mess hall, and slovenly stomps straight back to her room. Most people attempting to make conversation with her will find her curt at best, and she's grumbling something about "stupid... retreating... regenerating... stupid

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[notjustlockonm2]

Good mor-

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[notjustlockonm2]

[But that was when Vita just stomped right past him.]

-ning?

[lil_iron_knight]

[She stops after a few more stomps and half-turns.]

...We ever hear from Yamato or Amada?

[notjustlockonm2]

I haven't heard anything yet.

[lil_iron_knight]

Sounds right. Betting pools started yet?

[notjustlockonm2]

Betting pools?

[lil_iron_knight]

For when the big damn heroes will get back. Never gotten in on one before?

[notjustlockonm2]

I haven't been here as long as you, but it sounds like that'd be a no.

[lil_iron_knight]

I hear there was more of it before I got here, too, but the point is they do that a lot. They're like roaches in robots that explode too often.

[notjustlockonm2]

Well if they've survived stuff like that, then that's something to be happy about. Right?

[lil_iron_knight]

Wrong! They should put all that energy they spend surviving explosions into NOT EXPLODING.