Bishop The Corgi
RP Corgi
Max wiped the kiss off his cheek and went back into the workshop. He grabbed the electronic clock sitting on one of the shelves in the room. "2 hours til Greenland. Great." He set the clock down and stood next to the chair he flipped the staff around and pointed the tip towards a clay pot sitting at the very back of the plane. He closed one of his eyes and aimed. His finger Curled around the small trigger at the end of the grip. He pulled the trigger and a shot echoed in the workshop. Max flipped the staff so the point was towards the floor. He walked over to where the pot originally was, now there were only shards of what used to be the pot lying on the floor. He looked at the cushion behind where the pot was and smiled. There weren't any signs of a bullet entering the cushion. Max changed the staff back into the chess piece it used to be, and clipped the Rook onto his necklace along with the Bishop piece. He looked back at the door and scoffed. "Like the gods would save me." He mumbled before sitting down and beginning to sketch his next weapon plan.
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