Rats of the Concrete Jungle [Inactive]

[davegeta]

Ape pulled the half empty bottle away from Revy and lifted it to his face. He began scrutinizing the drink with his nose before taking a sip. Although it didn't show in his face, Ape found the drink to be disgusting. He began to scratch his head before stating "Drinking won't help Revy. Don't worry. We'll survive the mission. We always do." he said with assurance. Ape was glad he had no problems with his memory like Revy did. An empty slate was better than a scribbled one.


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[TimeSplitter]

(OOC: I think @TheCannibalChicken is away or something, I'll give the benefit of the doubt for a bit, but if he/she dosen't come back soon I'll try to find some people to take over his/her characters.)


Robyn was a little put off by Malcolm's demeanour, though she could understand the humour in his sarcasm and so giggles a little before shutting the communicator down and placing it gently to the side. She sighs a little as she continues searching for information about the prototype, but mostly to no avail, it seemed that CalCorp had kept it almost entirely under wraps due to the fact there there was nothing to be found in any of the databases she had access to. Not even rumors of the new tech, which was a common occurance, which made for a curious development. Regardless, she gathers up the information she had found out already, more than likely when Malcolm finally made it to their base he would likely need all their information to put something together.

 

[TimeSplitter]

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