[The Red Muse]

((ooc: I'm back ya'll! Sorry dripik, I don't have much time nowadays, all the schooling is draining my time. Especially my literature teacher, she's always b*tching me about essays that I haven't returned yet. I hate her...))

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Jammer: *hears distant gunshots and wakes up* ...mmmmmnh- wh-wha? Who's doing the shooting? ...Better go check this up... *walks up to Frank & Fred* ... *with thundering voice* What're ya two no-good hooligans up to!? Listen punks, it's my friggin' job to do the killing. So why don't you kids just run along and get the heck outta my sight, before I get really angry! *glaring at Frank*

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RM: *now at the Accessories Storage, searching for a new mask* ....no...-no... nah... Hmmm? Only two eyed headgear? *scans the shelves for a one-eyed slig mask* ...This doesn't look good... I've searched the whole storage room and still haven't found a right one. ... *thinks for a moment* Well, compromises must be made under demanding situations, I must take the two-eyed mask. *pulls off his old mask and grabs a nearby two-eyed mask, putting it on*... Oh- my.... This is so odd... *fingering his old mask*...I'm going to miss you. *looks at his mask for a moment and then places it on the shelf*
But this new one does feel somewhat better, though I'm not so in love with the desing... Hey, maybe if I talked to Arnie, he could order some new masks with the older desing! If they still make that model, that is... *leaves the storage room, closing the door firmly behind him* ...But...-What'll I do, tomorrow when the clock strikes noon and I'm supposed to face Jammer in a duel? I cannot even fire a gun and he's a master in the making... I cannot flee neither, because if I do, Jammer will go after my dearest Jayne.
...What can I do...? *stops walking and looks up, towards the sky...or should I say, towards the roof?* ...I'm going to need some help...

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Ammy: *finally makes it to Bob and Arnie, making a small salute, still looking tired* You called -*yawn*- boss? How may I help you?
*rubs her eyes*

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