I MADE A FIST AND NOT A PLAN.

PUTA QUE CARALHO, QUEBRARAM A MÁQUINA DE LANCHES DENOVO.

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HOW MUCH OF A DISGUSTING GIANT ARE YOU?

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FUCK TROLLS TO BE HONEST.

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HOW MUCH OF A DISGUSTING GIANT ARE YOU?

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 HOW TALL ARE TROLLS USUALLY?

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I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M BEING HIT ON BY A BEATEN UP TROLL.

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HERE IS A MENTAL PICTURE FOR YOU ALL: A 23 YEAR OLD LIVING DEEP IN THE BOWELS OF AMERICAN HELL. OH WAIT, THAT’S MY FUCKING LIFE.

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>> Later that Night

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“I’m fine.” Ash said maybe a little too sharply. That was not something she wanted to talk about anymore. Ash picked up the pace a little bit and shoved down that agitation, this wasn’t the time or place for it. 

“Mm yeah probably. Even if they ain’t sellin local, everybodys gotta eat and accordin to our contacts this is the only town worth a damn round here,” She stopped when he did, looking over her shoulder at him. “You get to do all the talkin though.”

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“Wouldn’t trust you to do much of it even if it was in english, between me and you, we’re not the pinacle of social skills, but I think I can handle this better.” He stopped looking at her and got into the town, walking and looking around to get an idea of the place.

Just in case, can’t keep checking maps while you’re running away when shit goes wrong somehow.

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YOU REALLY SHOULD GO TO THE CHURCH.

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praedictio i’m not here to reblog your selfie or anything i just really need to tell you that you have a really punchable face.

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#like.#you remind me of one of those middle school boys who tries to fight people and then does a weird leprechaun dance the whole time instead of.#like. actually swinging.

havwe you actually seen me at all.

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JUST KEEP SHOVELING SELFIES DOWN MY THROAT.

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tvwo sleepless nights and sevwen beers later, i still look good.

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got a new tat

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HELLO THIS IS A PUBLIC INVITATION FOR MOVIE WATCHING BECAUSE MAKARA DITCHED ME TO WHATEVER HELLHOLE HE GOES TO.

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hey, i havwe nothing to do for the first fewv hours, movwie vwatching sounds like the right vway to spend it. 

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Y’KNOW WHAT I’D BE SUSPICIOUS OF YOU BUT I HONESTLY DO NOT GIVE A FUCK AS OF LATE.

DON’T MAKE ME REGRET MY DECISION.

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HELLO THIS IS A PUBLIC INVITATION FOR MOVIE WATCHING BECAUSE MAKARA DITCHED ME TO WHATEVER HELLHOLE HE GOES TO.

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I THINK I’LL NEED SOME TIME.

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>> Later that Night

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Karkat looked slightly offended at the wrapping, aspect stones in inner pockets of his own closed jacket on his vest, actually feeling comfortable enough in the temperature to not break sweat and keep his equipment also inside. Taking a big breath once he was out of the jet.

The mission was fairly less potentially violent than the ones he took on most of the time.

But he still felt tense.

“That sounded forced as fuck. I’m ready though.”

He responded to his radio, confirming his localization for probably the nth time and taking the directions given.

He knew spanish, but he didn’t live in Mexico at all.

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“It was supposed to.”  

Ash had forgotten most of the spanish she had learned before her black-out point, but between Prince and Cardoso she had managed to pick up a little more of it. Cardoso would have to do any talking if they came across anybody, but Ash was Ash, she could figure out a way to slip in to any guise. She shook off SKAIA agent for the moment and pulled on street-rat, walking with her hands tucked in her pockets and a casual slouch to her shoulders

“Relax dude we’ll be fine, i have the map memorized.” She tapped her head, and she really did. Ash was a shitty soldier when it came to taking orders or keeping her place but she was a good sniper-scout. “We gotta leave this landing strip cut round the edge of the village near here and fifty meters past the tree line is where things get unknown they just know that they’ve caught smuggler tracks coming from west that-a-way.” She repeated, partially to Karkat, mostly to herself, the secret to memorization was repetition. 

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Maybe he was a bit too nervous in such a simple mission, well, he always was when it came to missions, so he checked one last time before Ash could even start repeating the map.

“Are you sure you will be fine? Been a while since you’ve been doin’ this after that.”Maybe it was a bit lacking in consideration to remind others of such stressful past events, and even if this was to make an avaliation of Ash, they could still backpedal and wait a bit for their still Potential Golden Soldier, right?

Nonetheless, he kept walking his way with her till both saw the village, him stopping to look at her. “I wonder if it’s worth anything to take a stop at the village and see if we can get any information about that, shouldn’t be far away from it. Maybe not the major part of it, but at least they might sell some in a not so suspicious looking place.” 

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>> cause im on phone

You sit up in the morning, letting out a heavy sigh that kind of gave away how unrested you felt, the one besides you shifted, arms still around your hips squeezing slightly.

“¿Qué pasa?” They asked sleepily.

“No te preocupes, nada importante.”

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>> Later that Night

Ash crumpled up her last Taco Bell wrapper and tossed it in a bin, actually she bought it before getting on the jet down to Mexico but there was still something inherently wrong about eating a Taco Bell burrito on Mexican soil.

She tied her jacket around her waist to help obscure the knives and one gun she was carrying and got up to follow Cardoso out of their forward operating base. Some guys from Enforcement were working on a sting for aspect stone smugglers and wanted scouts to help gather some information on a more off-the-beaten-path area. This was strictly info gathering, and Ash knew a test to see if she was field ready again.

She double checked that she looked reasonably inconspicuous and tucked her hands in her pockets. “I’m good when you are old buddy old pal old friend. Bruh.”

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Karkat looked slightly offended at the wrapping, aspect stones in inner pockets of his own closed jacket on his vest, actually feeling comfortable enough in the temperature to not break sweat and keep his equipment also inside. Taking a big breath once he was out of the jet.

The mission was fairly less potentially violent than the ones he took on most of the time.

But he still felt tense.

“That sounded forced as fuck. I’m ready though.”

He responded to his radio, confirming his localization for probably the nth time and taking the directions given.

He knew spanish, but he didn’t live in Mexico at all.