Raven sighs. “I said i can fix it, so tell me what it’s made of. Stop worrying about the crab, and worry about what I’ll do if you don’t shut up and listen.”
He grabbed ravens shoulders "You don't get it--"
Raven slaps him. “Be quiet, I’m telling you i can fix your weapon, so just tell me what it’s made of!”
"Troll metal--" He was still panicking
Raven realizes she’ll have to use the metal of the blade to transmute other materials into the blade to fix it. She grabs the to halves of the blade, and places them in front of her. “Hey, is there a stronger metal than troll metal where you’re from?”
He shook his head
Raven nods and claps her hand together before placing them one the two halves, blue stream of lightning crackling from her hand as she transmutes the blade back together. “There, it’s fixed.”
He stared at it
Raven hands it to him. “Now will you be quiet?”
He'd been asleep during this whole arguement
Raven sighs. “Not even a thank you. Talk about gratitude… jerk.”
He silently sat down and mumbled "Thanks--..." He'd never had to thank anyone before
He walked into the bar, yawned and then sat in a corner
Raven smiles slightly. “No problem.”
He shook himself, puffing up his fur, like a cat
Raven goes to a booth and waits for Shade.
He yawned once more before falling forwards creating a loud thud noise due to his horns hitting the ground
he was sitting right beside raven cleaning his weapons and reloading his sniper with his very limited energy cells to replenish its ammunition
Mask is in her "human" form drinking and eating quite litterally anything she could find
"Raaaaawr."
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