[center][h1][I]"Vargaas. Get up and get your shit together. We move now."[/I][/h1][/center]
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[center][h3][color=9e0b0f]Anselmo Date 2353-08-14
            Location: The Wild World, Outpost ZT-141, 'Treehouse' [/color][/h3][/center]
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The light peeked into the dark room, its warmth illuminating the back wall to a man who stood upside-down on his hands, pushing off the ground. His teeth were grit as he mumbled numbers under his breath. As the light hit his eyes went wide and stopped when he heard a name said. A name of a man that had died long ago and this angered him. 

[color=9e0b0f]"Dios mio! Chinga tu madre pendejo! I told you fuckers never to call me that!"[/color] He soon flipped onto his feet and charged the two guards, managing to dropkick the one before the butt end of a rifle caused his sight to darken. A voice entering his senses as darkness took over.

"I don't care if we have to haul his ass to Cross. Once he's there we can fucking go. Piece of shit...Honestly, I can't wait to get rid of you..."

Time had progressed and soon he awoke in the arms of the two guards who, after gathering his pre-packed gear, had dragged him halfway to the meeting area before he awoke. Soon the limp figure began to stir.

[color=9e0b0f]"Oh...Owwwww...Fucking head hurts like a bi - How much did I drink?"[/color] The one guard spoke up.

"You drank nothing but I'll tell you what you ate though."

[color=9e0b0f]"Please...Tell me is was sweat pus-"[/color]

"The butt of my-"

[color=9e0b0f]"I ate your ass!? Oh no no no nononononono. I know for a fact I don't roll that way."[/color]

The solider in front of the escort rolled his eyes as Prophet leaned forward with a smirk. 

[color=9e0b0f]"Did you at least enjoy it?"[/color] The guard gave him a sidelong glance before letting out a "tch" and a shake of the head.

[color=9e0b0f]"Guess I can please both parties. Heheheheheheh"[/color]

"I cannot wait until I can relinquish you from our custody you fucking psychopath."



[color=9e0b0f]"Ah you will miss me."[/color]

"No I fucking won't..." Prophet leaned back as they began their approach of the group, his hands behind his head for a moment before a tune struck his mind to which he seemed to animate as he walked, almost dancing. The lead guard quickly made his way up to Cross, shaking his hand before tapping him on the shoulder.

"Tag...Your it..." He muttered before mumbling to himself as he turned back and walked away. The other to pushing Vargaas, instinctually cursing them out before they turned away. 

[color=9e0b0f]"Love you too ese! Call me!"[/color] He blew a kiss towards them before looking back at the group.

[color=9e0b0f]"Sup fuckers! Ready to waste your bullshit lives for an unnecessary "[/color] He turned with a smile as he drew out his knife and picked at his fingers. Occasionally he looked up, analyzing the group in its entirety. They didn't seem like much. Save for one. The fully cloaked one.

[color=9e0b0f]"So...I suppose this is it?"[/color] His smirk turned into grin as he leaned back, letting out a "whooo" as he laughed.

[color=9e0b0f]"Ahhhh man...We're going to fucking die...Hahahaha!"[/color]