[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=CFC500]⚡John Watts⚡[/color] and  [color=107532]🏹 Arthur Twist 🏹[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/Qt33mtMn/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Mojoworld - Sewers -> Hobo Camp
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [hr][/center]	Watts heard Elara's comment about McDonalds and he couldn't help but smile in spite of himself. Before his divorce, he would take Leda and Stephen through the drive through. They were never more quiet than on the car ride back home, gorging themselves on the (admittedly pretty substandard) nuggets and fries. Those had been good days. He missed getting to see Leda, as she lived in England with his ex-wife's family. Stephen was off at college. He supposed he had a bit of an empty nest, something he wasn't accustomed to. He made a silent vow that once all of this was over, he and Stephen were going to England to visit Leda. Family was more important than anything else. 

	He frowned, not satisfied with Longshot's answer either. Everything seemed to just be another direction to [i]wait[/i]. They were supposed to just relax and wait for Spiral in this safe house of sorts that Longshot was routinely dragged out of. Their guide seemed to be a massive idiot with a hero complex, given that he had escaped this place before and didn't have enough good sense to [i]stop coming back[/i]. He pitied Spiral's attachment to him. He had to imagine that every time Longshot was captured again, Spiral was tempted to just whack his head off with one of her swords and wash her hands of the entire mess. 	

	Watts scrambled up the ladder, his eyes widening a bit. It looked like a picture of a Hooverville during the Great Depression.

	Arthur grit his teeth, making his way carefully and lithely up the ladder. On the other side, he was struck with a sense of awe - and admiration. While the others likely saw the weakness and poverty, he saw their strength. These people were managing to survive despite the hand dealt to them. He knew all too well how easy it was to give into despair, to just waste away. They were still fighting, still demanding of themselves to carry on. He wondered how many of his companions would be able to do the same, marooned in a land that was unwelcoming, forced to fend for themselves like a stray dog. 

	[color=107532]"How often do they raid?"[/color] he then asked Longshot. If there was no telling when Spiral was going to show up, at least he hoped Longshot would know how long until Mojo came to look for them there. If he were Mojo, this would have been one of the first places to go search. It struck him as a bit odd that they had allowed this place to stand. Maybe Mojo got some joy out of this sick, depraved game of his - capturing people, torturing them, wiping their minds, letting them loose, and catching them just to repeat the cycle. [color=107532]"We should secure a perimeter."[/color]