[25.00: Weapons gone]

[psychoticracer]

[A bump and rustle. Seems as though the comm got turned on accidentally.

The tap of fingers drumming restlessly, quick and uneven, as if the nervous energy gets away from him now and then. He starts to mutter, his Noble accent coming through thick]

Mardammit sonova goddamn bitch, let me have 'em while I can't fucking use 'em, swear to fucking

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[waywardassassin]

Someone's angry.

[psychoticracer]

.....

Severely annoyed.

[waywardassassin]

But definitely not angry. Oh no, not you.

[psychoticracer]

*chuckle*

Of course not, I am a paragon of patience and good will.

[waywardassassin]

How could I ever forget.

[psychoticracer]

Why I don't know, perhaps you got knocked on the head during that dreadful pirate attack. Are you feeling quite all right?

[waywardassassin]

I wish. I got shot instead. What a pain.

[psychoticracer]

Ah, damn pain that sounds like. Where'd you get hit?

[waywardassassin]

Shoulder. Not too bad, I suppose. I've had worse.

[psychoticracer]

Ah yes. If you're going to get shot that's not a bad place to hit, unless the bullet shatters your collarbone or something.