*stands on hill*
*looks out over Hell landscape*
Hmm. Not that bad.
*hellfire shoots past head*
*shoulder catches fire*
Not bad at all.
*brushes off fire*
English
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Comms: Err... No Minerva took off... For some reason... So... Go look for her.
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Comms: What. Who put you in charge? And why me? *sigh* Nevermind. I'll go out now.
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Comms: Nobody! But she's your comrade-in-arms! Eh. I'll go with you. So you can actually find her. Pretty sure you would miss a two legged unicorn if it ram through here. I'll gear up.
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Comms: "Hey, Minerva is going to investigate a strange comms transmission... Requesting support."
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Comms: On my way.