001 [voice/audio -> bulletin board]

[guardsthecrown]

[This voice, though potentially female and attractive, is tight with genuine fear.]

Lion-O? Are you on this thing? I've been taken somewhere. [rapid, shallow breaths.] I escaped, but I don't know where I am, exactly.

[She whispers.] It feels wrong, here.

The moons and giant are gone. I- You said Mumm-Ra's space-ship crashed. It doesn't fly? He

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[tuboooorg]

Yer in a place called Abax now an' supposedly we all gotta be suck here.

[tuboooorg]

I'll keep that in mind then.

There's only one way to find out...breakin' in one of 'em.

[guardsthecrown]

I would not advise that.

[tuboooorg]

Don't gotta worry! I can take on whatever it is!

[guardsthecrown]

[She's used to brashness from Cats at home.]

Who says I worry?

[tuboooorg]

Well ya warned me.

[guardsthecrown]

[Cheetara smirks here, because she was teasing, a little. For all that she's willing to advise, she doesn't seek to make other people's decisions for them. For all she knows, Denmark can take care of himself.]

Well, that was just so if you do get yourself hurt, you'll know who to apologize to, for not taking advice. [And this is half-joking, too.]

[tuboooorg]

[Denmark gives a hearty laugh, then a small salute with his index and middle finger followed by a cocky smirk]

S'okay! You'll all be thankin' me when I get whatever's in there! [also said half-joking]

Though I wish I had my ax here.

[guardsthecrown]

We might.

It's difficult, losing a weapon. I feel naked without my staff.

[And at this point, she's still wearing clothes made from bedding.]

[tuboooorg]

Maybe they left 'em somewhere fer us to find 'em. Like in one a the buildings.

[guardsthecrown]

I've got this broom stick, but it's not really adequate.

[tuboooorg]

That won't work fer me, I need somethin' that'll slice things up! Find anything with edge 'round?

[guardsthecrown]

I wasn't looking, honestly, but I can keep an eye out, now, if you like.

[tuboooorg]

Right, thanks!

Guess I can keep an eye out fer a staff, or least somethin' better than a broom, in return.

[guardsthecrown]

A fair exchange. [Smile.]