Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-38232361-20200128145111

The Croc skin clad Lizardman shrugs and gives a "What?" impression before going back to picking his teeth with his claws.

"So how did that bank robbery go? Saw the aftermath on the news..."

(I forgot, what did he do again?)

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Camilla hugs Steven from behind and gives him a small peck on the cheek before resting her head on his shoulder, "You were vulnerable and alone... you lost everything in the blink of an eye... they promised that they'd help you get even, and you took it... even if it would cost you your soul... Did I guess right?"

She tilts her head to give him another kiss on the cheek when a chime on the intercom over head interrupted her, "Madam Director, the Police are here to deliver the new arrivals to the program."

She groans over her moment being ruined, trudging over to answer it, "Yes, I'll be right down."

She turns to the surgeon and addresses her, "Let me know if there are any changes or when his post op examinations are done."

"Yes, Madam Director..."

Camilla walks by Steven and gives him a small kiss goodbye, "I'll be back soon, try not to cough up any more slime demons?"

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"ROXY!!!" Lulu cried loudly, bounding on all fours across the floor and over tables as she made a beeline for her (not so) long lost sister.

"Lu-OOF!" She never had a chance to speak as she was tackled in the gut and smothered in over exited kisses and licks.

"Why did you run away?! Where did you go?!"

She keeps pestering with questions too fast for Roxy to be able to respond before she freezes, her ears perking up as she sniffed around and zeroed in on her and Vern's table. She peeks over the table, too short to stand at it as her pupils go wide upon seeing the sugar village cake. Roxy looks to her sister and to the table, a visage of panic taking over her face.

"Lulu, no! You can't have sugar! Especially sugar people! You're already too much to handle now!"

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Benji frowns as he absentmindedly swirls his empty glass, thinking. The only people who would have it out for Ol' Rip would either be dead, halfway across the world in some country that they stopped being at war with decades ago, or hell, even back in the Old World. But it didn't make sense, what could make a completely healthy mershark just drop dead out of nowhere?

"... Bones... do you remember anyone from da ol' crew... or some bad mudda who... had a score wit him?"

MEANWHILE

(*facepalms*)

"If this keeps up, my complaints ain't gonna be just verbal!" she grumbles as the convoy parks in front of the RMRP building, exiting the vehicle to go around to open the back doors for the armed escorts to take the undead gangsters inside to meet their match, maker AND matchmakers.

In the mean time, while everyone is arguing and yelling about how fucked/boned they are, Manu reaches into his chest and pulls out a small clay jar with an obsidian jackal head lid buried inside. He then pulls off the lid and blows, summoning eight warrior mummies akin to the ones from The 1999 film, "The Mummy", only in ballistic vests, helmets and heavy weaponry.

"Careful when you boys take them in, at least one of them tried to break free and kill my partner..." Gwen says to the guards as they surround the vans, unaware of the armed threats inside.