Board Thread:ROLEPLAY/@comment-26889090-20190611202911/@comment-26892768-20190619215516

(sorry for not posting for like two days)

"Great! Then let's start looking!" And with that, Rottytops resumes examining the ground, now more determined than before.

Elsewhere, in the lab, someone gets a rather rude awakening.

"K..."

"Ka..."

"Ker-Blammo!"

A large, muscular figure leaps off the ground and lands back down with a thud, looking around wildly. He's wearing a blue trenchcoat, an orange shirt, tan pants with a brown belt, brown boots, and, oddly enough, a blue, box-like hat with a raccoon-like tail extending off of it and a simple cat-like face stitched into it. Also of note is the fact that this guy is a cyclops. Probably should've mentioned that earlier.

"Welcome back to the world of the waking, boss!" A girl next to him cheerfully grins, tossing aside a large white feather. She's wearing a short white crop top, a parachute pack, black fingerless gloves with yellow cuffs, brown googles with green lenses, a blue skirt, and a round blue hat with cat ears extending from it, a satisfied cat face stitched on, and two raccoon tails sticking off of it, and she also has a large gun holstered on her left leg.

"I can't believe that worked..." A second, taller girl shakes her head, grinning a bit despite herself. She's wearing an orange, sleeveless shirt with four golden buttons, blue shoulderpads, brown gloves, a blue skirt, long blue boots, and what seems to be a combination of black and yellow goggles with a blue, boxy hat with two large flaps patterned like a raccoon's tail. She also has two pink lines going down her face - like some kind of war paint.

The muscular figure recognizes the two immediately. "Ah - Twitch, Vinegar..."

The shorter of the two, Twitch, waves, while Vinegar just nods.

"Nice to see you this morning! Bit earlier than when your shift starts..." The figure trails off as he looks around, noticing his surroundings. "...where the heck are we?"

"No idea." Vinegar sighs.

"Me, Vinegar, you, and the rest of the Ammonian army all just found ourselves here with no explanation. Really sucks, honestly; cold metal is nowhere near as comforting as a soft bed..." Twitch shudders; seems she's recently gained some experience in that regard.

"Mhm..." The muscular figure nods. "...so, how'd you change into uniform, then?"

"Closet." Vinegar immediately answers.

"Pretty big in there, honestly. It's also where I got the feather!" Twitch adds.

"Creative use of resources, ladies! Heh...keep doing things like that, and you'll have me wishing you didn't just work part-time..." The muscular figure chuckles. "...now, more important: you have figured out how we got here, right?"

"Oh, yeah; some lady said hello earlier. Couldn't pin down where she was, though - sounded like it was coming from everywhere." Vinegar briefs.

"Yeah, she probably brought everyone here for...some sort of deal? Seems like a team-up kind of thing." Twitch speculates.

"Right...tell you what. I'm going to go find this mystery woman, I'm going to figure out what we're doing here and what this deal is, and it better be good, because otherwise...she's getting some of this! And some of this!" The muscular figure swings both of his fists, then with a laugh, he puts each arm into a flexing position. "Tick, tick, boom!"

And with that, the Ammo Baron walks off.

"...he forgot to give us something to do." Vinegar idly remarks.

"Well, I'm not reminding him - as long as we're still getting paid, I think I can appreciate the time for girl talk." Twitch puts a hand on Vinegar's shoulder and leads her off in the opposite direction. "Come on, this way! I think if we go this way, we'll be farther from the creepy old dude..."