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[log] Please Hello
Dec. 30th, 2011 04:07 pmHe kept telling himself that look, hey, what? Did you expect Hunter life to be all glamor and epic battles from which you always emerged the victor? No, Comet, of course not, it was always going to be a lot of boring nothing most of the time, punctuated by slightly less boring and sprinkled with YES I HAVE DONE IT WE NOW HAVE A CANON THAT SHOOTS CUPCAKES wait maybe that wasn't the best idea.
It'd be better that way, after all. Less chance of becoming one of the casualties he used to see in the hospital.
But Reploids are fickle creatures and so even though Comet knew all of this logically, he was still slightly miffed that today's mission was a simple courier job. Simple, but extremely boring, especially since the package was heavy enough that they couldn't just fly back with it.
"They couldn't have given us a vehicle?" he groaned. It was his turn to carry the box, and while it was within his weight class, he couldn't fly. "This'd go much faster that way. Or, y'know, gotten one of the ground-based speedsters to do it?"
It was a nice day, at least. The package in question was a recovered batch of supplies from an old factory on the outskirts of the city. They'd gotten roped into it when Comet had overheard a superior officer talking, and he'd enthusiastically asked to see what it was, since after all one of his hobbies was ancient technology and he'd absolutely love to get his paws on--
And then the officer had interrupted him and informed him that if he was SO eager, he could go pick it up himself. Great.
It'd be better that way, after all. Less chance of becoming one of the casualties he used to see in the hospital.
But Reploids are fickle creatures and so even though Comet knew all of this logically, he was still slightly miffed that today's mission was a simple courier job. Simple, but extremely boring, especially since the package was heavy enough that they couldn't just fly back with it.
"They couldn't have given us a vehicle?" he groaned. It was his turn to carry the box, and while it was within his weight class, he couldn't fly. "This'd go much faster that way. Or, y'know, gotten one of the ground-based speedsters to do it?"
It was a nice day, at least. The package in question was a recovered batch of supplies from an old factory on the outskirts of the city. They'd gotten roped into it when Comet had overheard a superior officer talking, and he'd enthusiastically asked to see what it was, since after all one of his hobbies was ancient technology and he'd absolutely love to get his paws on--
And then the officer had interrupted him and informed him that if he was SO eager, he could go pick it up himself. Great.
