Seventh Stripe; Forward dated to TOD and NO LONGER LOCKED

[sandpaperbreath]

[Torn...sounds pissed.]

Jak; you're a dumbass.

Tell me at least we got some new information t'go off of, here.

[And...now to wait for Ashelin to come over and chew him a new asshole.

Grrrrrreat.]

((ooc: I'm an idiot; Torn wouldn't be wearing his armor or his respirator because it would've slowed him down. He's not a stupid face. So he's missing his

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oh oh ME ME can I have something plz

[psychoticracer]

[sandpaperbreath]

[Sonovabitch.

Yeah. Go find his boots.]

[psychoticracer]

[YESSSSSS.]

I do believe these are your size.

[sandpaperbreath]

[Holy Precursors who set alight the suns, GIVE HIM STRENGTH.]

What are in my size?

[psychoticracer]

[Erol loves it when you hate him.]

This pair of boots.

[He knows you died, Torn. Jak was very good at facilitating that.]

It wouldn't be sporting at all to make you have to find another pair.

But I suppose I might be willing to let you have these back anyway.