Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170530194819/@comment-5583506-20170619222810

Deaphanie came storming out from the building with Morty resting over her shoulder, constantly adjusting her grip of the tiger cub as it seemed rather spooked by the explosions and obviously wanted to get out of there.

She did not look particularly happy. "Famian, don't waste your homing devices."

"Waste?" the hooded youngster said with a frown. "Did sister dearest miss the fireworks from high above? I just made myself a canned barbeque." He nodded in the direction of the burning train car. "A shame though. Loss of good meat."

"I had things under control. No homing devices, unless I say so. It could've caused the missiles to flip completely from that distance."

"Uh-huh. Well... no one is hurt? Except for that guy. So technically we haven't lost anything. Except for me..." He smacked bitterly with his lips, glancing up at the trainwreck.

"You should really change your diet, Fam", Pestin scoffed with a cough.