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"Soooo..." Richie kicks back in one of the chairs he's made, which immediately begins massaging his back while grabbing an ice-cold Coke from the fridge with a long mechanical arm and handing the beverage to him. "Now that you're back... how was New York, bro?"
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Date: 2007-11-16 05:38 am (UTC)"...Macho Man? Gear, what the hell is wrong with you?"
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Date: 2007-11-16 05:45 am (UTC)As he moves in close, his backpack releases from his back and climbs towards the slumbering form. "Backpack," he orders, "hack his helmet and release everyone who he's affected!" He pauses, then adds, "uh... other than him, I mean."
The AI backpack whirs a moment, extending a cable into the Raider's visor... and a moment later, people across the city begin returning to their normal color.
Gear turns back to Static and bows. "And the crowd goes wild!" He adds in the sound of a large crowd cheering.
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Date: 2007-11-16 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-16 06:11 am (UTC)He leans over to Static while they watch the officers work. "Be honest. You're secretly in awe that I managed to take out Rainbow Raider with a disco ball."
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Date: 2007-11-16 06:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-17 03:39 am (UTC)