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[boundbyhell]

Al is notorious for stealing weapons.

...er, he would be, if anyone he's ever stolen them from knew it was him. But he does do it a lot. That's why he's in the weapons locker, rummaging through all of the crap in it in an attempt to create his own little stockpile of weaponry.

He stops when he finds something rather odd. Is that...? Why, yes, yes it

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[fastandferal]

Cheetor was going into the room to do a little inventory. (A little inventory because, well, there's a lot of stuff in here!) He has his Silent Hill journal and a freaky flesh pencil from Stacy, both in his mouth as he enters in beast mode.

He sets them on the ground. Then says, "Cheetor, Maxi-- oh, hey, Spawn."

[fastandferal]

Witty is better than death glares! "Copy that," Cheetor says, raising his in a toast. He down a manly gulp.

"Huh. Fruit," is his comment.

[boundbyhell]

Al takes an even manlier gulp. You simply can't beat out a guy who doesn't need his liver as far as drinking goes.

"Tastes like shit, but I used to drink this crap back in Rat City."

They couldn't afford any better. Or rather, they didn't afford it at all. They stole it out of the backs of the poorly watched trucks that went to the liquor stores in the area.

[fastandferal]

Well, there is the question on whether Cheetor can get drunk on this stuff at all....

"First human drink I ever had, so I'll take your word for it."

Rat City. "So, you come from the good side of the sector, huh?" he jokes.

[boundbyhell]

Swig. "You could say that."

Crap. His bottle's empty. He grabs another and pops it open.

[fastandferal]

"I come from Cybertropolis, one of the biggest Maximal-controlled sectors." Fondly, "Walked right by the oil falls on the way to the Academy."

[boundbyhell]

"I lived in the alleyways. I walked right by the dumpsters on the way to the...well, dumpsters."

There were lots of dumpsters.

[fastandferal]

Glance at Spawn. Oh, right, the hideous freak in a world of humans thing.

"That sucks."

[boundbyhell]

Al shrugs.

"The people there were nice. Can't get a better friend than a bum."

He does regret abandoning them, but then again, he was being chased by Heaven and Hell, so he couldn't really stick around and let them get hurt.

[fastandferal]

Cheetor takes another long swig. "We don't have that many, back home." Maximals are pretty good with social assistance programs.

"You miss 'em?"

[boundbyhell]

"Haven't seen them in years," he says.

If he survives the whole Apocalypse thing back home, he's definately gonna go looking for them.

[fastandferal]

Cheetor grunts. It might just be a sympathetic grunt. Or it might be him smothering a burp.

"They move on, or you?"

[boundbyhell]

Al would rather it were the burp, really.

"Me."

[fastandferal]

"I left some friends back home. When I went on the Axalon." He hasn't thought about them in a while, and they were never as close as he became to the Maximals on Earth, but he can't help but miss them.

He takes another swig.

[boundbyhell]

Al raises an eyebrow.

"Military?"

[fastandferal]

Cheetor shakes his head. "Exploration ship, not military. We were forced to be soldiers, not built to be 'em."

He frowns, but faintly - it's an old injustice, and most times he's made his peace with it.