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@whatslostisfound.bsky.social
๐ช๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐บ๐ฒ, ๐๐๐ฉ๐ง๐๐? ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐? โโ .โฆ
[ cutting in to punch leo in the face full force. ] [ turning to Cass . ] your complete disregard for your life and brute force impresses me. I will speak to you after I defeat these annoyances.
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โ ๐ก๐๐ข๐ก - ๐๐๐ข๐ก โญ.แ@portalchopped.bsky.social ยท last yr.IT DISAPPEARED THE MINUTE YOU STARTED FLIRTING WITH THE WOMAN TRYING TO / KILL ME / ? !
โท ๐ฌ๐ผ, ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐น๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ ๐น๐ผ๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ฉ, ๐ ๐ป๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ!
. . . Curiosity is what killed the cat, Frida. That's what she's always told you. . . . continuing to sit guard in front of her office doors.
[ Sitting a bit stiffer. Something feels off. ]
Unamused. Not even moving, glaring /back/. He shouldn't try to intimidate her- it's sad. " You can inform me. " Looking him up and down /so/ judgementally. " . . . She doesn't have time for you. "
ใฐโ ๐ช๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ก '๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐๐' ๐ฆ๐ง๐ข๐ก๐.@breakingthenews.bsky.social ยท last yr.He deflates in annoyance at her returned dismissal, fixing her with a glare. " โ Then tell her it's / important /, obviously. Y'know. Bad guy to bad guy."
Her fists are clenched, almost *shaking*. She /HATES/ when he comes to the hotel. So, So Much. He would be a stain in the walkway or on the wall if she had a say about it. " No Visitors. Her office is Closed. "
ใฐโ ๐ช๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ก '๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐๐' ๐ฆ๐ง๐ข๐ก๐.@breakingthenews.bsky.social ยท last yr.Scoffing! He's waving a dismissive hand at her, eyes even rolling. "Yeah, yeah, but I'm no mere / visitor /, I'm THE Warren Stone, the best newscaster the world has ever seen. AND โ !" A dramatic point of his finger to the sky! " โ The turtles GREATEST foe!"
[ visibly holding herself back from punting him like a football ] Big Mama is not Expecting Visitors
ใฐโ ๐ช๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ก '๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐๐' ๐ฆ๐ง๐ข๐ก๐.@breakingthenews.bsky.social ยท last yr.Slicking hair back with THE most dramatic effect, only for it to spring back up comedically. "My GLORIOUS return to my AMAZING fans," a pause, and said off to the side, " โ ( and also husband and family. )"
Crack. Crack. Each light, one by one, slowly begins to dim to a powerless flicker. Shadows trickle further and further into the room, /crawling/ into every crevice and dent until they reach the main computer terminal. It's locked- but not for long. +
* ห โฆ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ด๐ป.@raphstink.bsky.social ยท last yr.he decides he'd rather deal with scolding Leo or Mikey now, rather than hearing the yelling later. Forcing himself up, he winces at the sudden light, shuddering as another memory comes back. Not now. Push through. Stumbling up, he makes his way to his brothers lab, preparing for a lecture.
[ She has a mission. Time to complete it. ]
[ NC ] ohhhh my god if I have to go on one more lou jitsu merch scour I'm throwing myself off the ledge of the battle nexus
. . . Yes. [ She coughs, before extending a claw. ] With the knowledge of their bases location, I can collect information and blueprints from the Purple one's lab. We will know what they're planning before they do. [ The claw is clenched into a fist. ] +
๐โ ๐๐ถ๐ด ๐ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ฎ.@battlenexus.bsky.social ยท last yr.we'll certainly need a / bit / more. You can do more for me, yes?
[ She doesn't wince- She's far too used to that grip and far too /trained/ to let it affect her. ... She'll do better. ] The location of their base.
[ Beeuh. Frida chirps when she's coddled, grumbling under her breath about being 'Too old for this'. She's still *tense* through it. ] . . . Yes, Mother. He was *distracted*, and it allowed me to learn.
[ Straightening up. Back to robotic assistant with you, Frida. ]
โท ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฒ ๐ต๐ผ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐ก๐ . . . ๐๐บ๐ฎ๐ด๐ถ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐, ๐ถ๐บ๐ฎ๐ด๐ถ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐จ. ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ข๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐จ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ค๐ฃ.
