| Subject: Confuzzlism. |
Author:
Cain
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Date Posted: 13:39:28 03/15/01 Thu
In reply to:
Locke OOC
's message, "Back at the yamato 4" on 12:39:31 03/15/01 Thu
(OOC: Whatever, brother. I really don't know what's a goin' down here.)
The Yamato-4 'twas a very impressive ship. As much as Cain wanted to go to the bridge and inquire the specifications, his hate of social interaction restrained him completely from doing so.
He extended his metal staff and wedged a piece of ham out of his teeth. "I wonder what the main goal is here? Surely, they do more than just fly around in organic metal--looking for worthy ass to kick." He puts his weapon back into its place in his coat and takes out his small handgun.
While fiddling with the parts of the firearm, he leans against a wall near the docking area, also keeping an ear open for that annoying beeping sound of his communication thingy. "Eh. Lyn'll call me if she needs me... or my stick, rather...heh ehhh... wait up... where does this piece go?"
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