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William Aubergine [/color][/center][/b][/H2][hr]

 Noise that is all that echoes. From Televisions from people, from that…

It is all familiar, a sound this place should know well. It is the banter of people and the artificial cheeriness of robotic voices. But maybe…[color=f800ff]William[/color] looks over at the[color=bc8dbf]Platypus[/color]. Perhaps not as artificial as he once thought, even with their history. But this is a place far removed from any of that now, today it is little more than a tomb.

More things of the past try to surface with that thought, only to be shoved back to where they belong. Now is the time for action, to vent a helpless anger, not to fall back into that pit of depression.

[quote][color=bc8dbf]"Maybe I should take point.[/color][/quote]

So he acts, letting that flame spark higher for a moment.

HIs axe, sharp and heavy, finds the television screen. Sparks and shards of plastic wires go everywhere, even more when its torn back out to point at that [s]friend[/s] animatronic 

[color=f800ff] “I think, you should get to talking more about this [i]information[/i] you have. In fact, I think you all are suspicious for being here at the same time as I am.”[/color] The axe once more is swung, but in a general gesturing motion then anything threatening. [color=f800ff] Who are you to be so friendly with that robot, who are you to come here, why should I not treat you as the strangers you are and go through you to torch this place down?” [/color]