And we are back at the safe theatre

[lil-plant-boy.livejournal.com]

[This little End is sitting around the theatre room and he's far from pleased.

He's pretty much blaming himself for the bruise on that nice lady's arm. If she wasn't out on the hallways guiding him, she wouldn't get hurt. Unfortunately, he can't really tell her he's sorry because she wouldn't understand a word...

Also, the whole idea of a fight that big happening inside a building is totally confusing to him. He just hopes that the really old man he saw before is somewhere safe. He seemed like a good guy.]



(( ooc: kid!End is highly frustrated. You can also use this post for anything related to the theatre room (even if it doesn't involve him, because we definitely need a new post for that room *giggles*) ))

Comments

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

Gekko. They're Gekko, Liquid. Hal. I don't know their AI, so I can't build anything... damn it!

Liquid, be really careful out there. Their kicks are powerful, and their guns shoot almost too rapidly.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

I don't care what it's called, I'm going to get rid of it.

Emma, what's its weak point? [He lifted the Stinger missile launcher onto his shoulder, looking surprisingly calm.] I'd guess its legs, most likely.

[liquidhal.livejournal.com]

Looks like the legs and neck.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Understood. I'll be back shortly, if all goes according to plan. If something should go wrong...well, I've given orders on who's to guard this place in that situation.

[liquidhal.livejournal.com]

Not alone.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

...Come again? I don't need you in my way.

[liquidhal.livejournal.com]

Nor do you need to be distracted by soldiers shooting at you while you take aim.

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Tch...fine. Don't go blaming me when you fail.

[He walked out, missile launcher on his shoulder.]

[liquidhal.livejournal.com]

[follows, and yup, has a gun again]