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[mutab1e]

[Stop the presses, it's a video post today. Maybe Equius really doesn't want to bother, because it's a very short message, and he looks like he's pretty tired out from... something or another.]

If anyone sees a tyrian-blood troll named Nepeta Leijon, please tell me. Immediately.

[His expression is unusually severe.]

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[mutab1e]

[Nodnodnod. He doesn't like it either, even though Rose is the first person he's actually admitted it to.]

...What's your plan?

[restitchtime]

Find the bits of this place that they don't want us near and rip them out. [she makes a violent hand gesture to underline her point. bring the tower to its knees and it'd be all too happy to send them back]

[mutab1e]

...

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...Floor five, of course. Maybe some parts of the infirmary. There could be some extra floor attached to the elevator circuit. And they must have an interior office or another control room here somewhere...

[restitchtime]

[she grins, more vicious excitement than happiness. it's the sort of smile she wears before breaking somebody's nose, the anticipation of an oncoming fight.]

Now that's what I'm talking about. Anybody ever do something to them before? No point in wasting time on shit that doesn't yield results.

[mutab1e]

Not that I know of.

[Then again, he tries not to get involved with the affairs of the tower... so then what the hell is he doing now?]

[restitchtime]

[he is being drawn into Alternate Fuckup Theater: Rose Continues To Do Stupid Shit No Matter Her Canon Point the movie the game the prequel.]

All right then, they're worth a shot. What kind of damage can you do?

[mutab1e]

[Sounds pretty par for the course. Let's do it.]

...Well...

I'm... basically worthless, physically. [Look at him. Scrawny little bugger.] I can run and fire arrows, that's about it. [There's a long pause here, like he seriously has to consider what he doesn't suck at.] But I can build machines -- bigger ones, not like that squeakbeast, guns if I can find the right material -- and I could... probably mess up their computers.

[restitchtime]

Hey, every little bit counts. I can probably take care of the physical aspect just fine on my own, anyway. [Time clones + seam rippers that cut through time sort of help make up for her frail physique.]

Are you going to need some time to throw everything together? I can help grab whatever shit you need, but I'm no engineering wunderkind.