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Hi friends, this is nothing to yell at people to move on threads, this is more to say “Hey! I know it’s my turn!” and to let people know that I’m slow but I’ll be working on stuff!

If you want me to drop a thread, or if I’ve forgotten our thread(s) on here, let me know!

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One of the specimens had breached containment.

Ganymede had managed to jimmy the lock on his cage open, and had hidden so that he could fly off when the door to the lab was opened up.

The poor bird was aflutter with fear, dodging nets and grasping hands as he desperately made his way to freedom... The weight of the translator on his back was throwing him off, but he wasn’t about to give up.

Miraculously, he’d made it to the lobby... Now all he needed to do was get out unseen... Aha! A man was coming, with a long jacket! He’d wait until the man passed, before fluttering out and clinging to the backside of the cloth... Unseen, but bouncing against the other’s legs...

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The hand that claps Gabriel's back is friendly, holding his shoulder with a bright smile.

The first moments away from a crowd and he wonders if he's caught the man off-guard. He waits a moment, smile now a smirk as he regarded him silently.

"Just so you know, I'm not callin' you sir." It'd be too weird. They'd called each other a whole host of names through the roughest sections of the war. Jack hadn't called Gabriel 'sir' since their first meeting. It was easier to fall into japes and prodding. Funny nicknames and more of the kinder side of insults. They fell into interactions like lifelong friends. After so many years fighting the impossible, Jack's respect for the ma. Was beyond 'sir'- at least, that's What he told himself. It was also the oddity of calling someone sir. Even he didn't like it when someone called him as such.

'If I'm dying with you, call me by my name.' He'd said more than once. Gabriel was far better minded about things, but Jack would still harass the man if only to see the more stoic expression fall.

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@shctgunned continued from here

Dorado, it was rather small, but it was home to Maria. She didn’t have parents, they had died early on because of the crisis, but this...this was different. Never had she imagined that violence would break out here again, especially since there was already conflict between groups like Los Muertos and the government. However, it was late when the fights broke out, taking the town as collateral, Los Muertos against these Raiders as they called themselves.

The little girl tried to put up a fight until she realized it would be futile if she stayed on the streets, and managed to escape into an abandoned home, destroyed by the conflict. She hid into a wardrobe and held her breath as a group of Raiders ran past it, trying to find her and any other people of the town to harm and take whatever they could from them. Maria stayed in there, and cried silently, begging she wouldn’t be found.

It must have been a while and she had gotten careless, her cries more audible as the door of the wardrobe opened. The little one tried to hide at the corner of it and was visible afraid. “¡Déjame!” She cried out as it opened, but took notice that she wasn’t grabbed out or harmed immediately, and opened her eyes to look at the Strike Commander, still scared but saw the hand and took it. She immediately tried to hide herself into the man, thinking the fighting was still going on. “No más peleando, por favor...no more..” She cried quietly as she held tight to the man.