@Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group
(Okay, I guess that's good since I have to do something else in a minute here)
(Okay, I guess that's good since I have to do something else in a minute here)
(I'll be back later this afternoon)
(ok I've returned)
('ello.)
(hi)
(ayy)
(sup)
(we all have returned)
(yayyy)
(Sweet)
(who wants to start)
(One of you guys go ahead)
Asura stepped forward. "Alright, for the past couple of hours we've been getting way off track. Our goal was to find our target and get out of here."
Pluto waved the file she was holding around. "Well, thankfully Michael finished his psychic magic, so now we know exactly where to go."
"Target?" Red questioned. "May I assist?" It was the least she could do for the people who had just saved her life, after all.
"Sure, the more the merrier I guess."
Asura glared. "What if she's on our target's side?"
"Pretty sure the target's a solo rider. She's been alone the entire time we've been tracking her."
"There's no way to know that for sure though," Asura pointed out. He made a face at Red. "Besides, I don't want some vicious blood-sucker tagging along with us."
"That's mighty rude of you, pal." Mike glanced at Red. "Sorry about him."
"This isn't some highschool friendship club, Mike. We have a job to do."
"Yeah, and I'm as antsy as you. But people are resources, and if she's offered to help, I want to know what she can do for us."
"He does have a point though," she said, gesturing to Asura.
"Well, I guess he's got a point. How do we know you're not with the target?" Pluto leered a little at the vampire
(I gotta vanish for a bit)
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