OOC: nice RPG Alex. its actually been the most enjoyable one i've been involved in so far. +rep my friend.
IC: Once Dore had, somewhat hurriedly, fell into the back of the jeep, Dore leant with his back against the cold steel of the jeep side, and let out a long sigh. this would be quite an impressive story to tell people as he got older. he didn't pay any attention to the bombing of the derelict factory; he had seen such sights before and wished to rest.
before this, he leant over to Chag and said; "thanks bud, that sure was a scrape." patting Chag on the shoulder. it looked like he had gained a couple of competent fighters as friends; Chag and Rook. usually he wouldn't care for them, but felt differently about these two.
Rook had stayed with him to help kill a number of terrifying monstrosities knowing the blatant reality they could have ended up stranded in there, not to mention stepping up the the mark bravery wise. and Chag had finished the job with the mine, then pulling an unnatural feat of comradeship by getting his arse out of there, essentially saving his life. it went without saying that Dore had most definitely changed attitude-wise.
turning to Rook (when he gets in the jeep) he said; "glad to see you made it." he then leant his head back against the jeep side, closed his eyes and said; "jeez. i really need a drink."
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