kaboom

[getbombed]

Luka. On my mark-! [ stumbles in with a beep beep beep coming from the rocket launcher slung over her shoulder. She glances back, and grits her teeth, upon noticing an overall lack of Luka ] What the-!?

[ pulls down on the trigger without meaning to, stumbling back from the recoil ] Nnrg... [ FWOOOOSHBOOM ]

[ congrats, DR. There is now a smoking

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['sup man, this miku's just watching the smoke]

For the record, I try not to be careless with dangerous weaponry.

[getbombed]

... another one!

And it's not my fault! I was yanked over here, without warning.

[maxedstats]

Most of us seem to be taken in the same manner.

...Welcome to the dressing room.

[getbombed]

Dressing room!? Heh. That's more info than I got out of the first one!

[maxedstats]

Unfortunately, the general population seems to have grown tired of giving the new arrivals straightforward information personally.

There's a sign. [gestures vaguely toward the bus]

[getbombed]

[ pieces together a sniper rifle from god-knows-where, and peers through the scope at the sign ] Well, shit. Guess I'm not going crazy after all.

[maxedstats]

I take it you're a soldier?

[getbombed]

Huh, what? No way! Where'd you get that idea?

[maxedstats]

Then would you please enlighten me as to the slew of other occupations with access to rocket launchers?

[getbombed]

Simple! It's for my hobby.

[maxedstats]

[...what.]

What would that be?

[getbombed]

Blowing up happy couples. ♥

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[...]

You dislike them?

[getbombed]

Only until they get bombed!

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Why?

[Though she can guess.]

[getbombed]

One, because they're couples. Two, because they're happy.