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[h3]Brewing Storm[/h3][/center]

It was with no small amount of relief that he recognized the jovial voice, the confident stride, and the at-capacity sports bra of the girl that had just walked in. Lauren, an by extension BASL, were here.

Thank god, maybe now they could get moving.

[color=fdc68a][i]"Jumpercables", huh?

You know, that's actually a lot better than Inimica-- Oi, oi![/i][/color]

He winced as Priscilla was lifted, as though feather-light, from his grasp. Not because she was in bad shape, mind you. He had patched her up fairly well, all things considered, and he trusted her ability to use control on fragile things that weren't his poor emotions.

Instead, it was the sudden arm over his shoulder and tousling of his hair, coming just quick enough and forceful enough to work his neck joint unexpectedly. Was this what bobbleheads felt like on a smaller scale? 

[color=fdc68a][i]I need to apologize when I get home for break...[/i][/color]

Oh, so Sangue was with the survivors on their end? That was good news.

If such was the case, then they could get them all out in one fell swoop, and turn the entirety of their attention onto the Manticore. He hoped Ben and Amy would be able to hold out well on their own...

Granted, they were more than a little skilled, so if Lauren felt safe enough to leave them to it, then he shouldn't hold any qualms either, right? She did know them better, and had even fought one to a standstill. Her judgement here was probably in the right.

Still, it's best we do this fast. Leave as little chance for something to go wrong as possible.

Already, it sounded like the plan had been changed...

Wait.

Her grip tightened, and he suddenly felt trapped rather than embraced. To make things worse, that exact vibe came not only from her arm around his neck, but from that beaming face, too.

[i]Wait![/i]

[b]"Eh? Me?"[/b]

Run that back, what do you mean, "world's quickest conductor"? Why are you looking at him like that, Negasi?

[color=fff79a][i]It's metal, right?

Copper?

M-My guantlets are steel, so that's not exactly right...[/i][/color]

He had a bad feeling about this, one way or another.

[b]"What do I do, then?"[/b]

Face it with dignity, lives are on the line.