Dropped Ship - Exterior
Sat against the hull of the ruined ship, ass pressed into the uncomfortable ground, Lupin let out a forlorn sigh at how hopeless this all seemed. As far as the young prince was aware they were all on borrowed time, waiting out some unseen timer that'd pop their heads open like a tannerite-filled gourd at any moment, which made the thought of cracking open the MRE stowed away in his dump pouch seem even more appealing.
No need to die on an empty stomach, but instead of giving up the lad huffed and pulled himself upright, taking a few quiet steps past groups of sleeping marines to sidle up near Quilly, Tobias and the rest of that little gathering.
"You said something about turning these bombs off? figured something out yet?" the tall sniper quietly queried, slightly hunched over with both arms crossed over his pouch-laden chest, some of those pockets clearly holding a few little odds and ends he'd managed to pilfer from the piles of corpses when the sun was lower and he was able to skulk around under the cover of darkness.
With a slight frown his attention turned towards Quilly, leaning a little closer and wincing at the Elysian's bruised, slightly swollen nose.
"You should get Carina to look at that when you get a chance... I think that squidcat broke it a bit, it ain't going to be pleasant either way~" Lupin offered, giving the little bird an equally small shrug, orange eyes beaming down at the significantly shorter woman.
...Speaking of shortasses. how was Lt Valentine mixed up in all this? there seemed to be so many questions and never any answers, just information that lead to more questions.
It was quite infuriating.
Sat against the hull of the ruined ship, ass pressed into the uncomfortable ground, Lupin let out a forlorn sigh at how hopeless this all seemed. As far as the young prince was aware they were all on borrowed time, waiting out some unseen timer that'd pop their heads open like a tannerite-filled gourd at any moment, which made the thought of cracking open the MRE stowed away in his dump pouch seem even more appealing.
No need to die on an empty stomach, but instead of giving up the lad huffed and pulled himself upright, taking a few quiet steps past groups of sleeping marines to sidle up near Quilly, Tobias and the rest of that little gathering.
"You said something about turning these bombs off? figured something out yet?" the tall sniper quietly queried, slightly hunched over with both arms crossed over his pouch-laden chest, some of those pockets clearly holding a few little odds and ends he'd managed to pilfer from the piles of corpses when the sun was lower and he was able to skulk around under the cover of darkness.
With a slight frown his attention turned towards Quilly, leaning a little closer and wincing at the Elysian's bruised, slightly swollen nose.
"You should get Carina to look at that when you get a chance... I think that squidcat broke it a bit, it ain't going to be pleasant either way~" Lupin offered, giving the little bird an equally small shrug, orange eyes beaming down at the significantly shorter woman.
...Speaking of shortasses. how was Lt Valentine mixed up in all this? there seemed to be so many questions and never any answers, just information that lead to more questions.
It was quite infuriating.
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