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[color=ff681f][b]Time:[/b][/color] Late Morning
[color=ff681f][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Nest, Roshmi City
[color=ff681f][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [@princess] Mari, [@Alivefalling] Aerilyn, [@Apex Sunset] Scathael, [@Shining Sector] FIVE[hr]

[color=ff681f][I]Ain't this a bitch. Can't move. Can't fight. Shit, I can't even get the Muse Box going………




FUCK![/I][/color] 

Thraash continued to lie on the ground as he watched and listened to the events that followed, though he couldn't give a damn anymore. If he couldn't enjoy the battle, what was even the point? Eventually he heard Mari pipe up with some sort of crazed angle of reasoning. 

[Color=ff681f][I]Pay him? Just let him cut your head off… or fuckin run for the hills. If I know anything, Warforged don't sell out, and not because they're solid either. Damn one-track minded scraps of metal![/I][/color]

Thraash's tail lightly slapped the floor in his frustration... The feeling of his scales plopping against the hardwood floor brought him focus. 

[Color=ff681f][I]Just a little longer… JUST A LITTLE LONGER YOU TIN CAN MOTHERFUCKER![/I][/color] His toes and fingers began to twitch and curl weakly. [Color=ff681f][I]FIRST THE MUSIC! THEN THE RAGE![/I][/color]
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