Ten-finger Johnny on the first day of July
Who: Roy and whoever else wants to go see ABUH wtf was that.
What: BUH. WHAT THE FLIPPING FRACK WAS THAT. Quicklog. Come out and boggle.
When: Just after Bluest blewsome stuff up; predawn.
Where: The rubble formerly known as Blombrenn Laboratory, Industrial District
[Vaulting out the window with his jacket half-on and a crossbow slung over his shoulder, may or may not still be in sweatpants. He was sleeping, alright, and he's not a morning person. Which means he's still blinking crud out of his eyes as he makes his unsteady way towards the noise and-- he could swear he caught a glimpse of a fireball against the black.]
Ahh, hell, figures. It just figures. Right on cue, now taking bets on who says 'terrorist' and who says 'freedom fighter', 'less of cou-hou--[yaaawn]--ourse it's one of THEM drumming up an excuse t'talk about all that 'ruin' they're savin' us from...
What: BUH. WHAT THE FLIPPING FRACK WAS THAT. Quicklog. Come out and boggle.
When: Just after Bluest blewsome stuff up; predawn.
Where: The rubble formerly known as Blombrenn Laboratory, Industrial District
[Vaulting out the window with his jacket half-on and a crossbow slung over his shoulder, may or may not still be in sweatpants. He was sleeping, alright, and he's not a morning person. Which means he's still blinking crud out of his eyes as he makes his unsteady way towards the noise and-- he could swear he caught a glimpse of a fireball against the black.]
Ahh, hell, figures. It just figures. Right on cue, now taking bets on who says 'terrorist' and who says 'freedom fighter', 'less of cou-hou--[yaaawn]--ourse it's one of THEM drumming up an excuse t'talk about all that 'ruin' they're savin' us from...