Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20170506024356/@comment-27661770-20170507191129

.EXE opened a portal to the same area, potentially- temporarily- abandoning the "good" fragment of Nick. He placed the bench down.

"I have gathered shards of the Hateful One's soul together. Only one attempted to refuse. They are on alert. Next time. Beware the man in green. He had sharp enough eyes."

Sinclair is rushing to send alerts up.

MAG Agent Torture grabbed the "Alarm Lever" to denote a major crisis and pulled it. It was debatable on whether he REALLY needed to be told. Klaxons of alarm sounded throughout the city, along with Torture's voice from the nicrophone nearby and the speakers hooked near the sirens.

"This is not a drill. Repeat: this is not a drill. All active-duty military and police gear up to defend the city from the likes of Lord English. All who did not fight for freedom, please get to a shelter."

And he sets that message to repeat every five minutes and grabs his Mossberg.

Tony, in his clock-shop, grabs a pair of knuckle dusters.

"It's been a right long while since I've used one of these."

Gamzee takes out his severed levt arm and holds it with his bionic one.

"MOTHERFUCKING MOTHERFUCK THEY DID MOTHERFUCKING NOT."