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Rocket Lancer would be replying but 1. He was hoovering up the EXP crystals the Ivory Mask players had dropped, and 2. He didn't know who the hell she was. She came in; stole his kills, and acted all annoyed like she'd [i]had[/i] to help him. And it wasn't even like he'd gotten an advance notice of their supposed group meeting. As far as he was concerned; if he didn't get any direct orders for it, he didn't need to give a shit.

[b][color=orangered]"I didn't need your help bitch!"[/color][/b] He said, mounting his lance for takeoff. The longer he waited, the more his precious EXP points would disappear over the horizon. As much as he hated admitting it, even though he was exactly the person who wouldn't let the horizon stop him from slaughtering fools there were people on the other side that would be able to kick his ass into next week if he wasn't careful enough. That's why he needed to get them while he could.

[b][color=orangered]"Just for the record, the only thing I take pride in is my Spaghetti. Bolognese, Alfredo, Carbonara. You name any sauce, and I guarantee you that I'll make the best."[/color][/b] He fired up his rocket booster and started lifting off the ground. [b][color=orangered]"Oh yeah, and if Paper Moon was the one that called the meeting, tell him to go fuck himself."[/color][/b]
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[@Jedly] (Not sure what you meant about having something else in mind. It's still something I guess?)