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Unread 04-24-2006, 12:54 PM   #96
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The scream echoed through the halls. Mauve Thief sighed and rested the giant gun across her shoulder.

"Since you guys have stuff to discuss, I'll go attend to the test subject," she said. The PSG had a shoulder strap, so Mauve slung it across her back and started walking towards the door. Then the strap shifted, throwing Mauve's balance off. She lurched sideways, bumping into Pedro.

"Sorry!" she said sheepishly, righting herself and moving to the door. "Gotta get used to hefting this thing around..."

Once out in the hallway, Mauve looked down at the items she had lifted off Pedro when she bumped into him. PassKey card to something... Seven dollars and eighty-two cents... Two or three possibly-counterfieted business licences... Hastilly-scribbled and heavily-creased diagrams of some new invention or another, drawn in pencil on lined notebook paper... Damn, she was good at this. How'd that happen?

She crammed everything back into her pockets as she neared the room where Fenris was screaming. The door slid open with a hydraulic Hsshhh, revealing the hobo strapped down to a table. Wires ran from the base of his skull to the computers behind him.

"Hey there, Fenry," Mauve said.

Fenris repeated his question, not as loudly this time. Mauve shrugged and set the PSG down.

"I dunno," she said. "Usual chaotic nonsense. Let's see..." she tapped her finger against her chin, trying to think of an explanation that wouldn't sound as stupid as it was. "Okay, look: Pedro decided to use you as a test subject for his new invention. You'll be controlling it from here, I'm assuming with those wires attached to your head. So... Anyway... You were screaming at getting things drilled into your skull, and me and the other magic-weilding folks were using our powers to fuel the ship. But then something happened... something.. chaotic, I'm thinking it has something to do with Pyros or Rhiya, (or possibly Ecurt, seeing as how the women all ended up with costume changes and you two guys didn't), but anyway, something happened that screwed things up. So now I'm all thiefy and Newb is a rabbit. But I digress. What matters now is that we get to Mt. Raiden or Fort Raiden or whatever the hell it's called and release our own brand of doomy doom." She paused, hefting the gun again. "Any questions?"
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