12-10-2009, 07:00 AM
"I take it we'll be needing new parts for this old thing?" Bolt's voice crooned dully from behind the group as he walked up to them. The cheetah wore his labcoat, his hands in its pockets as he walked, his tail swishing lazily and snake-like behind him. The bulge of his MP7s strapped onto his lower back could barely be made out underneath his coat, once immaculately white, was now streaked with rusty looking stains of old blood and dirt.
The cheetah turned back to answer his comrade's call. He knew Brandon did not like his questions going unanswered. "WE LOST A CORE FUSE!!" He called down the hallway. "YOU UP FOR A SCAVENGING RUN!?" He turned to face Sylphie. "-Or have we got enough money to pay for repairs and replacements this time?" He asked, though he didn't hold his breath for anything. His tone was cynical and he wore the matching expression.
The cheetah turned back to answer his comrade's call. He knew Brandon did not like his questions going unanswered. "WE LOST A CORE FUSE!!" He called down the hallway. "YOU UP FOR A SCAVENGING RUN!?" He turned to face Sylphie. "-Or have we got enough money to pay for repairs and replacements this time?" He asked, though he didn't hold his breath for anything. His tone was cynical and he wore the matching expression.
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