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[ticking]

Who: Slick and friends
When: Day 1, still morning...
Where: Apartment A
What: 8D;

[SO

while the rest of ya'll were trying to do sensible things like learn about the situation, Slick decided to take himself and his godmode to go kill everything as a nice little stress reliever

UNFORTUNATELY he didn't figure out that he'd been power capped.

So after a rather short and unpleasant exploration, Slick stumbles back to the apartment, bleeding heavily. Mostly from a dozen or so long claw marks on his back and a few heavy, deep bites on his shoulders and arms.

Whoops]

Comments

[edgeofjustice]

No salt is one thing but this is ridiculous.

[chivalric]

We'll have to keep busy if we're to get everything we'll need.

[edgeofjustice]

I'm going to have to roast the damn meat on my sword...

[chivalric]

I hope you've kept it clean.

[edgeofjustice]

[offended]

It's my sword.

[chivalric]

That I assume you don't regularly eat off of.

[edgeofjustice]

Of course not. Have you looked at my sword lately? Would you want to disrepesct a sword like this?

[chivalric]

[ Blandest look. ]

I wouldn't dare dream of it.

[edgeofjustice]

Good, that means I can use yours to cook with.

[chivalric]

What- Yuri!

[edgeofjustice]

The proud blade of the Imperial Knights was made to be multi-functional.

[chivalric]

You'll damage the blade by exposing it to heat like that.

[edgeofjustice]

Better yours than mine.

[chivalric]

Yuri.

[edgeofjustice]

At least let me use your shoulder guard!

[chivalric]

Yuri! My equipment isn't cookware!

[edgeofjustice]

I don't think you're giving it enough credit.

[chivalric]

I think you'd better not think about trying to strip off any of my armor.