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	As for the other two... They're busy being ripped apart by an angry dragon, yes.<br> <br>"I'll go check the helicopter, if ya'll want to move them to the freezer... Can probably spotweld it closed or something." Redd goes around to take the ladder down, preferring to keep his neck intact.<br> <br>Natalie comes out of her battle-rage, covered in blood and surrounded by viscera. She shakes her head a few times as if you clear it before poking at the unidentifiable pieces of arctic foxes with one foot. "That's, um... That sounds good, Redd. (Does anyone have a shovel?)" she adds in a small voice. Taking the bits that appear the most head-like from these two, Nat steps off the roof and glides to the front of the empty fast food joint.<br> <br>Dylanshard with a sputter the chainsword halts it's grinding as the fox falls to a knee, lacking the strength to maintain the dead man's trigger on the blades handle. It looks like the adrenaline is wearing off and the blood loss is demanding the fox be horizontal so it doesn't have to fight that pesky gravity to get blood to his brain.		As for the other two... They're busy being ripped apart by an angry dragon, yes.<br> <br>"I'll go check the helicopter, if ya'll want to move them to the freezer... Can probably spotweld it closed or something." Redd goes around to take the ladder down, preferring to keep his neck intact.<br> <br>Natalie comes out of her battle-rage, covered in blood and surrounded by viscera. She shakes her head a few times as if you clear it before poking at the unidentifiable pieces of arctic foxes with one foot. "That's, um... That sounds good, Redd. (Does anyone have a shovel?)" she adds in a small voice. Taking the bits that appear the most head-like from these two, Nat steps off the roof and glides to the front of the empty fast food joint.<br> <br>Dylanshard with a sputter the chainsword halts it's grinding as the fox falls to a knee, lacking the strength to maintain the dead man's trigger on the blades handle. It looks like the adrenaline is wearing off and the blood loss is demanding the fox be horizontal so it doesn't have to fight that pesky gravity to get blood to his brain.

	He looks like he's trying to let out a yell or a cry or shout someone but all that comes out is a damp wheeze from his bloody throat as he falls hard onto his soulder, the blade falling from his hand and he loses conciousness<br> <br>Technetium looks around, then sighs and notes. "It looks like we don't have to lock up any after all, now that they're all little bite-sized chunks. Here, I'll come to the helicopter, too." She turns to Natalie. "Hey, do you mind checking up on Dylan? He seems a bit... out of it. Just a little."<br> <br>Natalie slips her lower pair of arms from under her poncho as she shifts the mess in her hands to one side, the loss of the extra limbs coralling her breasts letting them jiggle and shake as she stoops to pick up Dylan. She puts the two... "bodies," in the freezer before picking up the injured RSX agent as well. With the wounded on her shoulders she starts the walk back towards the helicopter with Tech.<br> <br>Technetium already has a moderate lead in the lead to the helicopter. Her gun is still drawn, but pointed to the ground as to not seem as threatening. Not that a fennec this size could look threatening. Either way, she surveys ahead, looking for any sign of trouble.<br> <br>And I'll hit up part 3 soon...		He looks like he's trying to let out a yell or a cry or shout someone but all that comes out is a damp wheeze from his bloody throat as he falls hard onto his soulder, the blade falling from his hand and he loses conciousness<br> <br>Technetium looks around, then sighs and notes. "It looks like we don't have to lock up any after all, now that they're all little bite-sized chunks. Here, I'll come to the helicopter, too." She turns to Natalie. "Hey, do you mind checking up on Dylan? He seems a bit... out of it. Just a little."<br> <br>Natalie slips her lower pair of arms from under her poncho as she shifts the mess in her hands to one side, the loss of the extra limbs coralling her breasts letting them jiggle and shake as she stoops to pick up Dylan. She puts the two... "bodies," in the freezer before picking up the injured RSX agent as well. With the wounded on her shoulders she starts the walk back towards the helicopter with Tech.<br> <br>Technetium already has a moderate lead in the lead to the helicopter. Her gun is still drawn, but pointed to the ground as to not seem as threatening. Not that a fennec this size could look threatening. Either way, she surveys ahead, looking for any sign of trouble.<br> <br>And I'll hit up part 3 soon...[[Category:RPLogs]]

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	As for the other two... They're busy being ripped apart by an angry dragon, yes.<br> <br>"I'll go check the helicopter, if ya'll want to move them to the freezer... Can probably spotweld it closed or something." Redd goes around to take the ladder down, preferring to keep his neck intact.<br> <br>Natalie comes out of her battle-rage, covered in blood and surrounded by viscera. She shakes her head a few times as if you clear it before poking at the unidentifiable pieces of arctic foxes with one foot. "That's, um... That sounds good, Redd. (Does anyone have a shovel?)" she adds in a small voice. Taking the bits that appear the most head-like from these two, Nat steps off the roof and glides to the front of the empty fast food joint.<br> <br>Dylanshard with a sputter the chainsword halts it's grinding as the fox falls to a knee, lacking the strength to maintain the dead man's trigger on the blades handle. It looks like the adrenaline is wearing off and the blood loss is demanding the fox be horizontal so it doesn't have to fight that pesky gravity to get blood to his brain.		As for the other two... They're busy being ripped apart by an angry dragon, yes.<br> <br>"I'll go check the helicopter, if ya'll want to move them to the freezer... Can probably spotweld it closed or something." Redd goes around to take the ladder down, preferring to keep his neck intact.<br> <br>Natalie comes out of her battle-rage, covered in blood and surrounded by viscera. She shakes her head a few times as if you clear it before poking at the unidentifiable pieces of arctic foxes with one foot. "That's, um... That sounds good, Redd. (Does anyone have a shovel?)" she adds in a small voice. Taking the bits that appear the most head-like from these two, Nat steps off the roof and glides to the front of the empty fast food joint.<br> <br>Dylanshard with a sputter the chainsword halts it's grinding as the fox falls to a knee, lacking the strength to maintain the dead man's trigger on the blades handle. It looks like the adrenaline is wearing off and the blood loss is demanding the fox be horizontal so it doesn't have to fight that pesky gravity to get blood to his brain.

	He looks like he's trying to let out a yell or a cry or shout someone but all that comes out is a damp wheeze from his bloody throat as he falls hard onto his soulder, the blade falling from his hand and he loses conciousness<br> <br>Technetium looks around, then sighs and notes. "It looks like we don't have to lock up any after all, now that they're all little bite-sized chunks. Here, I'll come to the helicopter, too." She turns to Natalie. "Hey, do you mind checking up on Dylan? He seems a bit... out of it. Just a little."		He looks like he's trying to let out a yell or a cry or shout someone but all that comes out is a damp wheeze from his bloody throat as he falls hard onto his soulder, the blade falling from his hand and he loses conciousness<br> <br>Technetium looks around, then sighs and notes. "It looks like we don't have to lock up any after all, now that they're all little bite-sized chunks. Here, I'll come to the helicopter, too." She turns to Natalie. "Hey, do you mind checking up on Dylan? He seems a bit... out of it. Just a little."<br> <br>Natalie slips her lower pair of arms from under her poncho as she shifts the mess in her hands to one side, the loss of the extra limbs coralling her breasts letting them jiggle and shake as she stoops to pick up Dylan. She puts the two... "bodies," in the freezer before picking up the injured RSX agent as well. With the wounded on her shoulders she starts the walk back towards the helicopter with Tech.<br> <br>Technetium already has a moderate lead in the lead to the helicopter. Her gun is still drawn, but pointed to the ground as to not seem as threatening. Not that a fennec this size could look threatening. Either way, she surveys ahead, looking for any sign of trouble.<br> <br>And I'll hit up part 3 soon...

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=Participants=
* [[Dylanshard]]
* [[Natalie]]
* [[Redd]]
* [[Technetium]]
* [[Thelergramor]]
=Date=
26/6/2015
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