IC: Kipricat grinned as the train started up. Blowing the whistle himself a few times, he flipped a lever sending the train roaring off to Arigato Cartel. The house of horrors was slowly left behind in the snow. The skies were completely clear, and the surrounding countryside slowly returned to a much healthier green and white. Moving into the room where his teammates were, Kipricat busied himself with his board of wires. Quietly moving them around, he glanced up. Everyone alive was here. Survival of the fittest was something Kipricat had heard of, and he had never expected to be the fittest. But this adventure pinned him as one of the fittest.
Making room for more thoughts, Kipricat looked up from his board and considered it. Things weren't too bad. He'd probably be well within his rights to ask for a pay-raise now. A job transfer wouldn't be too bad either. Maybe something peaceful like making sure fuzzles didn't escape. Glancing at his rocket launcher, SMG and chainsaw that had served him faithfully, he knew that was not going to happen. Why, he couldn't explain, but he knew it could not happen.
A paise-raise on the other hand...
OOC: Ah... The wondeful feeling of having survived yet again.
