#letstmnttopside

[grimmmedic]

@lets-tmnt-topside *What very much seemed to be a maiden, appeared in the far side of the stockroom, with a close enough proximity. Her upper half was apparently pinned with rubble, no doubt, owing to the erstwhile barrage of rockets. It had easily been decades before the place was inspected, and far longer since the properties were actually smithed, so even the smallest ruckus tended to 'taunt' the sagging bits of ceiling in all the worst areas--unfortunately XC.*

*Once she had his attention, though, the figure turned as much as she could without straining herself. She had a beige complexion, her eyes and the vague tuft of her hair was dark brown, and at present-- what little of her uniform was exposed indeed resonated with his own…The only 'caveat', it seemed, were the big-blocky letters on her shoulderblades. Bright yellow, the paint spelled "STAFF", and nothing more.*

"…My name is Alex." * She responded, right after he'd paused to observe, but neglected to move even a fraction more-- a prolonged safety largely hanging on his approval  afterall .* "--I was hired to d-do the catering o-on weekdays."

"--I--Ah…I have an ID in my pocket, If you don't believe me.""…' Lower left, b-by the measuring cup." * She suggested, swallowing all-too-dryly, the longer he judged.* " …I'm not offended you would ask, either, sir-- I've seen the 'illusions' before."

"--They're awfully convincing."

The ARC Medic was silent for a moment, his face stoic and unreadable before he finally gave a low grunt of agreement and stepped carefully forwards. He kneeled down beside her, still dwarfing her in size as he studied the wreckage with analytical golden eyes. After a some careful consideration, he began to remove pieces that would pose no issue or harm to her, tossing them easily to the side.

“Are you injured?” He asked, meeting her gaze intently, pausing in his excavation to await her answer. If he agreed with her assertion of Spy diguises, he did not voice it.

[professional-australian-assassin]

“That’s troubling.”

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Sniper looked up from the hole he was patching up in his pants, giving Alex the kind of expression that hoped for the best but expected the worst. For those in the Gravel Wars, if something could go wrong, it would not only go wrong, but it would take it to the next level of going wrong. Sometimes it didn’t, but those were rare, blessed times. 

“What’s troubling?” He asked, with the air of someone expecting to hear that the building had exploded, or that someone had permanently died. “What happened this time?” 

[sweetirishmedicine]

‘Would you kindly’ “…Taste this?” * She holds up a spatula dripping with chocolate.* “-- I don’t usually make this stuff from scratch, so I need a second opinion.”

“Um, sure. Fair warnin’ though, my taste buds ‘re a bit shite. Can’ say no ta chocolate though.” Liam smirked, but obliged her, leaning forward and trying the treat, licking his lips soundly. 

“Tastes grand ta me, but ya put sugar in anythin’ an I’ll think i’s beezer.”

[sentry-builder]

"♦"

Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

“food”

[withoutcomedy]

AN OVERWORLD STORY

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[themonstersunderground]

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It was another typical visit from the other, she had went and brought them fresh groceries. Seemed no matter how many times the blue mutant insisted they were fine and could survive on stale and even expired food, she wasn’t listening. 

Not like they were that low on food right now anyway. They still had a few cases of food that they hadn’t even gotten into yet. Though, he supposed she brought them healthy food and stuff that could fill up two hulking monsters better than stale chips could.

“You don’t have to keep getting us food you know.”

Quarry replied as he helped her carry down some of the bags she had brought. She had definitely bought a lot this time.

[sweetirishmedicine]

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© - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere

“Oh! Wull, what about ya there, we goin’ somewhere?” Liam had been lost in thought in the halls when he’d felt a push against his back, a little taken aback by the suddenness. He blinked at the woman owlishly behind his glasses, but seemed to be going in whatever direction they were going regardless.

“Wha’, there a fire I should be worried ‘bout?”

[professional-australian-assassin]

“Where is everybody?”

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Sniper had been wondering that himself as he had wandered around, opening doors and peering into each room he came across. So far, Alex had been the first person he’d seen, and the lack of other mercenaries was more than a bit worrying. 

“Dunno.” He admitted. “Slept in later than I usually do, and I wake up to the base empty, except for you. Now that I think about it, I might’ve slept in ‘cause Soldier wasn’t makin’ a ruckus like he usually does.” He shrugged his ignorance of any helpful information. “Could be they went into town?” He suggested.