Damien hefted the rifle and walked out, Barry floating behind him as they stepped back out into the cloud of Brooklyn.
Back into the rage inducing cloud... Damien lamented.
"Huh, alright then," Timothy responded, he seemed very calm right now. Still ready to tense up and lash out at any moment. And Manny seemed somewhat tired.
Perhaps now was a good time to ask questions.
Thomas stepped back out into the clouds of Brooklyn, still on guard and watchful for threats. He was likely the only one that would not fall to rage; he hoped it wouldn't fall to him to keep people together. He wasn't too good at that. Hell, he barely kept himself alive some days.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Damien seemed to be holding his breath, before breaking out into a sprint to try and get back to the pizzeria desperately. Barry tailing behind him.
>Quest Update.
- [Return to Pizzeria and get out of here.]
- OPTIONAL: [Kill Dave the Deathclaw.]
"It's just dat it's kinda hard ta get business runnin in dis here part of New York. Da mooks around me are too run by rage and tend to scare off any possible business. All we gots are a few stores, and a weird old guy who claims to be from da Mojave," Timothy explained.
Manny sat there and nodded, "They tried to fight me when I entered, Timothy made sure they didn't get to me. But ey, what can ya do?"
Damien only made it 20 feet out thanks to his sprinting before he needed to breath again, intaking the noxious cloud that made his head hurt with rage, "damnit..." he muttered.
Thankfully the store was only another 60 feet away, he took a sip of the water from his bag, "Why is everything so far away?"
Timothy shrugged, "It happened a few years ago when this large cloud rolled in. No clue as to why..."
Manny nodded, "It's-a confusing."

"Sorry! Sorry! Let's go!"
Somebody once told me the world was macaroni, I took a bite out of a tree