Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160322160216

"Ah... so in a way, green dude... you're waiting for... ''a skeleton key?" ''Off in the distance... a lone drum performed its own rimshot. Velma's anguish at such a terribly Skeleton pun could be heard from the restroom... Glendias lazily waved at Armstrong, as he arrived. She noticed the magic presence of the key on his person.. neglecting to mention it further.

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The office was somewhere near the front door, mostly to the right. On the Captain's desk was a full map of the building, with several spots marked in red circles or X'es. The Armory didn't fall in a red X or circle.. and seemed to be located below the actual building, in the basement. There were numerous vents and ladders, however, that lead to the basement of the Headquarters.

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"Yahoooo!" A loud, grating voice shouted over the loud sound of a powerful engine. From the alley, Click would see a heavyset man with a blonde mohawk on a strange, primitive motorcycle, treading fire behind it. "Finally, this city is mine! I'm gonna burn it and everyone in it to the fucking ground!" Around his torso was a bandoiler of molotov cocktails.