Zoi calls out for Oliva.
he began singing
Medo is currently typing on a small tablet, stuff for her bosses and such, nothing much just general descriptions of people, nothing really interesting is it?
Jackson: *He sat there and sighed to himself, over at the end of the bar area there was a training area were he was seen. He was practicing his CQB skills, on the bench was his Jacket, on it was a MPF symbol with the words "101st Airborne, 3rd Battalion, 73rd Light armor Brigade".
Zoi sits around bored.
Jackson: *Jackson grunts as he sweats some, Even though he's only a tanker he was formally special ops and still has to keep up the good look.* **"101, 102, 103."** *He kept counting the punches he threw. He was throwing weak but fast punches... Going for endurance on this training session.*
He silently, looked at Jackson, lowering the guitar and raising his head to see what it was he was doing, a slight glowing emanated from the 'eyes' of the pumpkin he wore
Theo sits in front of a TV, watching "Keijo!!!!!!!!" and being understandably confused about it.
He went back inside the bar, the cardigan he wore slightly stained red from his wounds, he dragged his guitar and placed it by the door
Jackson: *Jackson sighed to himself softly, after 60 more he'd look over and stop, his knuckles a bit brusier even though he was wearing pads. He put his Jacket back on after washing his hands and face, heading to the bar to get a drink, looking at things on his phone.*
Olivia then sat back down on a chair. She's- yk. too small.
Olivia nods. "Yup! And i feel stronger already!" Well, if she says so, you can scan her again.
Zoi calls out for Olivia again. "hello? I am lonely."
she bathes olivia in a blue light that scans her entire body
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