Post Battle Exhaustion

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[Mad's lying down in the arboretum, trying to nap. Key phrase being TRYING. That mission she went on went wrong in so many ways and had far too many eyeballs for this hero to even get the chance to drift off... and HOW the HELL did those invaders turn themselves into FREAKING PUPPIES?!]

Argh... shit's messed up...

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[Mad's looking through the part of the Hangar where several of the weapons are kept. She's pondering... Maria needed more firepower. A lot more. But what to pick out?]

Man... times like this I wish I actually learned more about these things than their fucking controls...

[Because at this rate... if Mad did this by herself she'd probably end up smashing her own things.]

Where's that Lowe guy when you need 'em?

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Roger's jacket was being cleaned, so he wore his white shirt with the top button open and the tie loose. Being as he'd still not been properly acquainted with the whole of this place, this was one place with which he was unfamiliar and therefore trying to remedy just that. He walked slowly, his hands in his pockets, looking here and there, when he stumbled upon that boy who piloted the "Dom" unit, one of the few units the name of which he'd managed to remember.

He looked like he was trying to sleep. Roger'd have to thank him for the support during that fight later. Trying not to disturb the boy, he continued walking along, slowly, observant.

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[Mad let out a frustrated noise before he just sat up and rested both arm and head on a knee.]

Fucking Puppies. Fucking invaders. Fucking Evil Telephone company...

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He covered his mouth, perhaps to try to save his dignity and perhaps out of reflex. "All of those things you said, and more," he replied, turning profile and looking over toward the boy.

"But more eloquently, at least, on my part. Are you all right? No injuries, I hope?"

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Heh.. it'll take a lot more than a fucking swarm of invaders and some jumped up phone company to take me down!

[Mad.... didn't sound as confident as he usually did when he boasted.]

I got checked out at the docs

[He sounded disgusted by it really...]

I'm clean... you look like you could use another trip...

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Roger put his index finger to his forehead and smirked. "That was... a lot of them. From what I am told, there will be more, way more, at the Shin Dragon Getter thing in a week. They were no slouches, either..." he said, and gave a sort of sigh.

"The doctors tell me I'm also uninfected, but they told me that I, like everyone else who went out, should take it easy for a bit. I see you are taking their advice to heart?" He sat down on a little ledge, rotated his shoulder a bit.