Rogue rushes in, carrying a handgun and a black shoulder bag. Inside are several more rounds. "Is this command central?" she asks, her voice much lower and less accented than normal.
Roy sort of stumble-slides into the room, trying to get his hands into what look like a pair of white gloves. Sticking out from between his teeth is a permanent marker.
"Hey!" he mumbles around the plastic, glancing at Rogue, who he ended up standing next to. He finishes putting the glove on and begins to draw a circle on it with the marker. "I remember you! Nice arsenal."
Rogue looks over at Roy. "Thanks. Rogue. And you are?" She refrains from saying, 'What the fuck are those gloves?' and instead waits for someone to give her some orders.
"Roy Mustang. I think I helped you break into someone's room a while back. Maybe it was someone else?" He finishes drawing the array on one hand and has moved onto the other, drawing the same design.
"Yeah, that's me." He stops writing and stuffs the marker in his pocket. He holds up his hands, both gloved. "Latest research project! I snap, things burn."
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"Hey!" he mumbles around the plastic, glancing at Rogue, who he ended up standing next to. He finishes putting the glove on and begins to draw a circle on it with the marker. "I remember you! Nice arsenal."
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((OOC: I'm totally lost. Are we hiding now or fighting now?))
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[[OOC: I think we're organizing to fight. I think.]]
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An' when the time comes, burn zombies, not books!
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*Zero is clearly on the edge of freaking out*
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