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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen meant to go back to her world last night, get on Shiphrah and Puah's back, and ride like hell after the people who raided the Republic of Dave. She has orders to track them down, get Dave away from them, and bring him back to his erstwhile Republic regardless of what's happened to him. She intends to obey those orders, too. One way or another

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[crabbycustomer]

Karkat has been spending a lot of time in the forge lately; it's good to have his own private space again, and it's different from a room in the bar in a way he can't define. He is on his way into the bar, wearing a black corduroy jacket with some subtle red embroidery of his sign, when he makes a detour to watch the flaming sword.

(Unusual weapons are the usual, for the trolls, but that's pretty cool. And the body armor is worth a second look.)

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

If Karkat is any good at observation he'll note, after a bit, that the sword has some tubing coming out of the hilt. It's hard to track after that, since it appears to run along under the arm and out of sight- but considering that there's a good-sized, teardrop-shaped blue hunk of metal strapped to the wielder's back it's probably a fair bet that that's where the tubes go.

After a bit, Ellen stops, and the sword's flames go out. She reaches up and pushes the gold faceplate out of the way. "Hi, Karkat," she calls out. "How long have you been there?"

[crabbycustomer]

Oh, it's her.

He shrugs. "A WHILE. BODY ARMOR, HUH?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"I usually wear body armor when I'm not at Milliways or inside the Megaton city walls," Ellen says with a shrug. "Heavy stuff, usually. I just recently got this suit- I used to have one just like it, but it got destroyed ages ago. This is a Crimson Dragoons stealth suit, something like two hundred years old."

[boston_bruiser]

There's a sudden eruption of gunfire to Ellen's left, a deafening and continuous BUPBUPBUPBUPBUP.

If she looks in that direction, she'll find Voodoo prone in the grass at the firing range, leaning into his M60 and emptying belts of 7.62 millimeter into a target silhouette, pausing only to reload.

Standard procedure is to fire in three to five round bursts.

Voodoo is not following standard procedure.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Yeah, no; that sounds more like the sort of thing Ellen hears from people who're trying to kill her. Or mutants who're trying to kill her, so former people. Whatever.

She's gonna engage the suit's stealth mode and vanish into a vaguely human-shaped distortion in the air before investigating what's going on.

[boston_bruiser]

Somewhere along the line, Voodoo ran out of 7.62. That's okay. He still has the carbine on his back.

He slings the machine gun over his shoulder, unslings the M4, and moves into a crouch, firing in long bursts as he crouchwalks toward the target.

He doesn't notice Ellen. He probably won't for a long time, if this keeps up.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Point. At least Ellen knows who it is now, even if he is operating in a potentially dangerous mode. She can (Fwoomp!) de-stealth and approach when it's a little safer; the man can only carry so much ammo at a time, right?