Our avatars are in a room together

Yeah. I'm not kidding. They're not going to do anything, honestly.

Just didn't expect to see a demoness doing paperwork, that's all. (He smiles) It's actually pretty amusing.

Promise?

”Everyone needs a job...”

(sigh) Yes, I promise.

True. What sort of paperwork are you doing, anyway?

Thanks...”hero.”

”Just clerical stuff. Who goes where.”

Oh, stop it: I'm just doing my job, nothing more.

Huh. That reminds me, I should ask Gaelio and McGillis how far they've gone with reorganising the Mars Branch.

-Dr.9 wheels some small contraption covered in tarpaulin outside-

Lets see... vhere vould be a good place...

-Sniper shot at targets in the firing range- Headshot... another headshot... is there any way to make these move?? It's like shooting fish in a barrel...

-Missy on the other hand, was lying down on the couch in the main room, playing video games again-

”Just doing your job” to escort me back, too? And send smiling emojis?

”Gonna pretend I understand that. Look, just go back to texting your wife or girlfriend or whoever that is.”

Outside

(Doctor 9 might be able to spot Neptuneman training. If you're wondering what Neptuneman looks like, just imagine a Hulk Hogan in his prime with a mask and a spiked vest.)

I beg your pardon?

Technically speaking, the former falls under "protecting civilians." The latter, though, I can't answer for.

Oh good- a wrestler.

Hopefully not as crazy as zhe Veteran... But probably not going to bother me. Might be a good test subject...

-she decides to not bother him as she pulls the tarpaulin off of the device-

-it looks like some sort of jackhammer with Tesla coils on it-

-before taking out a clipboard and noting some stuff down-

You can’t?

”What?”

Did you seriously just assume who I was texting?

No, I can't, I have clearly betrayed my professional image as a member of the Seven Stars of Gjallarhorn.

-An alien is messing around with a radio outside. He's carefully screwing in a futuristic addition to its inner works-

-Meanwhile, anyone inside could hear metal footsteps pace around the main room as a certain robot deer mutters to himself-

A brother? Can Reploids even have brothers?

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Oh no, whatever will you do?

”You’re glued to your phone. Nobody texts a friend like that. I’d know, I’m a millennial.”

edited 10th Dec '17 9:48:26 AM by Randomman5

So? It's just a conversation.

Honestly, I have no clue.

-The Andalite seems to be tuning the radio to a certain frequency. His eye stalks are looking up into the sky as he does so-

I mean. He was made by my doctor. But does that make all of his creations my brothers and sisters? This one... looks like me.

-More worried footsteps-

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Outside

Quarrel Bomber! (Neptuneman does an Axe Bomber-type lariat on a dummy, somehow cutting in it in half. He glances at Dr. Nine and Jovek.)

Hey!

Okay I’ll stop being coy, I think you’re amazing.

”I’m just guessing. Chill.”

-just kind of waves- Hey.

-she starts to set up her contraption, sinking part of it into the ground-

-before taking out a series of spikes connected by metal wires-

-allen is outside with jess who is drawing pictures-

Fucking suspicious aliens.

(Michael just grumbles)

Uh, thank you.

-Jovek's ears perk up as Neptuneman calls him-

...?

-The Andalite's main eyes focus on him while his stalks look at Dr. 9. He seems... nervous.-

Calm down Flame. You won't let him become a Maverick... He's family now, so I have to protect him... Yeah.

...Is that bad.

Outside

(@Dr. 9) Whatcha got over there, sister?

(@Jovek) How's it goin', brother?

No, it's just... I'm not entirely sure I deserve such praise.