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My only complaint is that there was not enough hugging.
Or hand holding.
But at least Doro isn't there. Otherwise we'd have a severe case of:
DEATH BY SNUSNU, DEATH BY SNUSNU, DEATH BY SNUSNU.
Well... this could go great... or really, truly, awe inspiringly poorly.
All depends on if Corvo is feeling merciful or not. 50/50 odds.
I'm hoping that he's one of the less... stabby versions of Corvo. If so, he and Jaune might actually get along well.
Either version will try to murder Lisa...
Neon: FEAR ME, RAPTURES! I SHALL DEFEAT YOU WITH THE POWER OF BOOM!
Joe: *coughs*
Neon: AND THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP!
Jokes on Joe; the grenade launcher is called 'The Power of Friendship'.
*Joe, in the middle of the Artic* "Mustang, I know that you wanted to show off the newest designs, but was this REALLY NECESSARY?!"
*Across the radio* "Indeed it was, my dear Commander. Viewership of the product is going through the roof!"
"Why? All I'm doing is just scouting out Rapture...
Do not fuck around with construction grandma. She got every single one of her fucks shot off in the last war and was too busy murdering things to get them replaced.
Ah yes, the classic 'Incoherent Gaelic Screaming'. A classic method of displaying one's displeasure.
Though I kinda want to hear exactly what for of hell Anis's accent is attempting to be at this point. Mostly for my own amusement.
Good job in bulliing Privaty. Poor girl probably needed the...
Since he clearly didn't do it right the first time, this must be fate.
Joe. Fuck em up. Fuck em aaaaaallll up.
Doro, watching Joe burn everything to the ground: ...if I was wearing panties, they'd be sodden. But since I don't, we can move onto the main event~
Joe, in the midst of strangling...
Arguing with any type of naval firepower, space bound or not, is grounds for immediate removal of life privilege's. That much stupid simply cannot be allowed to exist.
Well... that escalated. Pyr-pyr, you need to tone it down, or there will be no lovin for you. Jaune's got his nutso-dar finely tuned and you're lighting it up light a goddamn Christmas tree.
I see that Joe is just collecting them cutie-patooties. Most excellent.
Though the poor man really does just need a break for like... a week. Some actual shut eye and few distractions. Maybe cheap chinese takeout. A good book.
Not... whatever madness Anderson has planned.
A nikke walks into dark room, plugs in a drive, and a picture of Joe pops up.
"Ladies. We have a new target."
*button click and picture change*
"This is not a joke. This is not a drill. He is EXACTLY who you think he is."
*silence*
"Go. Find him. For our sisters. For the Goddesses. FOR...
Doro is gonna do what Doro gonna do.
And today, Doro is going to BREAK a bitch.
Joe, meanwhile, is getting a lesson in construction and why you always have to protect your melon.
*Polite knocking on ARC's main elevator*
'Hello. This is Goddess Squad. We have... questions. That need answering. We request that you dispatch this... Joe. And the one called... Rapi. We wish to speak with them.'
*Sounds of VERY MANY WEAPONS BEING PRIMED*
'It should be noted that this...
It's all fun and games for the Capellans until the bagpipes start wailing.
Then its just lots of cursing, screaming, and large explosions.
Because let's face it, if you are going to try and be Scottish, the actual Scots are going to take offense. And their offense tends to be... loud.
I... am just waaaaaay too amused that it took every little bit of Neon's paired brain cells firing to draw the connection that she did.
Like... holy shit, she did it, but I'm fairly sure that it strained her so hard that she's going to be mostly useless for the rest of the day.
Well...
Always good to remind the mech jocks that there are heavy and even medium weight aerospace wings out that there that can very merrily wreck their shit if given the opportunity. Just as picking a fight with the wrong tank will see your fancy walker cored like a damn apple.
Turns out, combat in...