Michael stumbled over to what was left of the plane.
"Ughh... last time I have a drinking competition in the middle of a appocalypse."
He then added: "As soon's this is over I'm getting wasted, though."
He then sat down on some rubble.
Hazama had spent the best part of that battle hiding in a corner and puking his guts up. By the he was ready for round two, the fighting had stopped.
"Shit! I was looking forward to a good fight."
OOC: @silver: yeah about that.....nerf him, hard......sure because we're bad guys we're allowed some leway on being OP but TPK level power is not okay, i don't like it....
Suddenly, music started playing out of nowhere. Smooth Ciriminal. "Excuse me for one second." Hazama said, taking a phone out of his pocket. It was an unkown number. Hazama anwserd it. "And who, prey tell, are you?"
Tophat senses the call, and tries to listen in to it. It fails though, when another spike of pain sears through its mind.
(To anyone nearby)"(Lads, Iuuuugh... Might not make it.)"
Reginald woke up and vomited, skillfully able to avoid getting any vomit in his muttonstache. He found he was in the plane, and that the plane and nearby area had been obviously damaged by battle. He staggered to his feet and asked anyone nearby, "Wha...What did I miss?"
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