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[tophbeifong]

Scraaaaaape. Scraaaaaaaaaaaape. Scraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaape.

Ker-KLUNK Ker-KLUNK Ker-KLUNK

...

Scraaaaaaaaape...

If one were to follow the sound, they'd find a small girl working her hardest at pulling a large lump of metal- probably twice her size or more- down the hall, towards her room in the living area.

Although it was obvious it took some effort for her to move it, it seemed as if it wasn't taking too much out of her and she was getting some distance with it.

Soon, though, she determined that it was break time, and relaxed her hold on the chunk. She leaned against it and panted, wiping sweat from her forehead.

Geeze. How much farther until she got to her room?

[Ooc: Toph's still willing to make weapons if anyone wants any! :D]

Comments

[last_lombax]

"It'd all be fine. Trust me." Ratchet waved dismissively and shrugged.

[tophbeifong]

"Going to give her technology weapons or something?" She smirked, leaping off the rock and continuing to pull it along.

Tug tug tug, foot by foot, she was heading back to their room.

[last_lombax]

"Don't worry. I got a plan. I'll talk to you later okay?" And he'd leave her to her pushing since she said she didn't want help. Time to go about his patrols more.