[hr][center][color=808B96][color=A56062][h2][b]M a x[/b][/h2][/color]Southeastern Mir [b]-[/b] The Fall[/color][/center]
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	[color=A56062][i]The fuck? How many god damn wayfaring fucks are in this fucking forest?[/i][/color]

The shuffling of some branches, another voice. Max fought every instinct in his body not to turn toward the direction of the newcomer and take aim with his pistol. But despite the clearing becoming a little too “crowded” by people whose first instinct was to investigate the crash; it smelled convenient to him, but given the Draconi’s posture, look, and actions he was not privy to be trusting to turning his back to him even if someone came at him from his flank. There was something about the scaled Novan that rubbed Max the wrong way—and it wasn’t just because he was a toothless scavenger. Truthfully, he didn’t care all that much that he had stolen from him, it had more to do with the [i]principle[/i] of the matter.

Still, he acknowledged the girl who introduced herself as Nikki Wyatt with a nod. His eyes were still on Xell, gun at the ready if he tried anything funny; he may have lowered his combat posture, but he didn’t holster it entirely for that very reason. Nikki’s comments didn’t particularly ease his distrust at the moment given that he had already come to the same deduction that he was “going about it all wrong”. Still, Max was relatively impressed he had snuck into his plane and pilfered it in such a short time. Had the Lotori girl not been screeching at him he probably would’ve noticed.

[color=A56062]“Yeah, the fuck is a bad thief. Already put that one together.”[/color]