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OOC: Thanks Gretin. To be honest I was pretty much clueless about what I was going to do, so I just left Crunchy yelping on the floor.
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That's all good, I know what it's like being left behind and I could see your character was in danger of being forgotten
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ooc: Right, it's been twenty posts and over a month since the last time someone wrote the letters 'IC' in this fair thread, and so I quit waiting and I'm gonna go back to saving my RPG... Uh, Dripik's RPG. *Sticks tongue out at everyone*
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But... the
last IC post was on the 20th of October... Don't you mean over a week?
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Gretin... Where are you? We need you!
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I've been lurking here the whole time
I just wanted to wait for other parts of the RPG to progress, otherwise you end up with one part of it racing forward while the others are moving at a snail's pace. But nevermind, I'll post IC now.
IC:
Hembar said nothing, but simply nodded curtly to the robot (
SU-01) and started making her way away from the factory. She was still suspicious, and it showed by the dim glow still surrounding her hands, so she wasn't going to stop or let her guard down until they were well out of range of the snoozer.
Being careful to avoid any still operational security cameras, she kept walking until they were well away from the factory on the outskirts of the stockyards but still within the Rupture Farms area. Finally stopping, her hands dimmed down again as she accepted that they were safe now.
"Now, what am I going to do with you?" she thought aloud, looking at the meech (
Crunchy).
OOC: I'll post as Ralph later.