WHO: Gamzee and Mindfang
WHERE: In a dark locale near the City's so well known warehouse district
WHEN: Late into the night of the ninth, possibly into the morning of the tenth of August.
WARNINGS: Who do you see in this log?
SUMMARY: Two trolls sneaking around in the dark run into each other.
FORMAT: Words
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However, she gives pause when she spots Gamzee in her pathway, one eyebrow raising slightly. A troll -- how interesting. Idly, she wondered if she had met this one before. It certainly wasn't her descendant, though he looked suspiciously familiar, and not in a good way.
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"You're motherfuckin' Mindfang," he half hissed.
Though Gamzee didn't realize it, the purple symbol on his shirt had just become visible.
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She was beginning to grow tired of running into children -- though in this case, she would have rather dealt with this one than his counterpart.
"Descendant of the Grand Highblood. How positively charming."
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Slowly he moved his right arm a little in front of him, the robot arm would be better than his still fleshy arm for blocking any sudden attacks. His left hand didn't twitch, but it did curl a bit into a position that was perfect for holding something like a club. There'd be no attack thrown yet, but Gamzee wasn't about to be unprepared.
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