Welp, this isn't extranatural shenanigans and thus someone else's problem. Head back to the barracks and get some sleep.
Name: "Clem"
Physical Description: Extremely scarred and mutilated, with numerous life-support implants jutting out of its flesh at strange angles. Most of its head is replaced by what appears to be a generic gas mask combined with random technological scraps. Does not speak.
Background: "Clem" is apparently what remains of an employee after extensive trauma and extranatural influence. Details are classified. It seems to want to keep working for omnitech, so its contract has been renewed.
Life: d4
Attack: d4 (OMNITECH® Generic™ Personal Sidearm)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d6
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d6
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d12
Speech: d4
Status: "Healthy"
Inventory:
OMNITECH® Black Jumpsuit
OMNITECH® Generic™ Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 OMNITECH® Generic™ Sidearm Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH® Universal Containment Pod x 5
OMNITECH® Null-Rod
Money: 0
[3]
Clem wanders a bit, trying to find the barracks again. This time it wanders into the breakroom and finds Jon shouting down the laserhole.
It remarks to itself that "Shouting down the laserhole" is a good euphemism for something, but it isn't sure what.
Name: HAZMAT Harry
Physical Description: He walked in wearing a HAZMAT suit, and walked out of his job interview wearing an Isolation Suit with a reflective dome.
Background: We're pretty sure he served in the military in a NBC warfare cleanup team. He doesn't talk about it much nowadays. He definitely knows his stuff, though, and has seen enough to bit just a little more resilient than most.
Life: d4
Attack: d4 OMNITECH Foam Gun
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d4
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d8
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: No injuries yet.
Inventory:
OMNITECH Isolation Suit (Environmental protection)
OMNITECH Foam Gun[/b] (d4 attack, foam tank, d8 use die)
OMNITECH Sealing Tool (D4 use die)
OMNITECH Environmental Scanner
Money: 0
Now you see this, people? This is why we send the HMRC into situations like this, they're properly equipped and even more properly disposable I mean, trained.
Pull the switch with all my switch-pulling ability.
[2]
Harry changes position and tries to jerk the switch down in giant, highly exaggerated tugging motions. It fails to move more than maybe an inch.
Go out into the hall, feed the laser dog more meatloaf. If he lasers again, clamp his mouth shut and stuff him into my incinerator. Otherwise go into the cubicle farm and start cleaning up.Put out any fires the plasma stared, using my mop. Laser squeegee any scorch marks on the wals where the plasma went through, both incoming and outgoing. Toss any loose articles from desks, wastepaper baskets, coat racks etc into the incinerator.
"Whistle while you work~ Phtphbthbbbphthb THB THB THB!~".
CLASS: Sanitation Engineer
Name: Jonathan "Jon" I. Tor
Physical Description:A bit overweight, sallow complexion, surly expression. Thick black eyebrows. Mole under left ear.
Background: Born and raised poor. Stuck in a dead end job for who knows how long. But hey, at least he carries a thermonuclear incinerator on his back!
Life: d4
Attack: d2 for punches
Stats
d6 Strength spent 1 point here
d4 Dexterity
d4 Speed
d6 Endurance
d6 Will
d4 Knowledge
d12 Fate
Skills
d4 Melee
d4 Guns
d4 Explosives
d4 Implants
d4 Mechanics
d4 Technology
d4 Medical
d4 Occult
d4 Speech
Status: (nominal)
Inventory
OMNITECH Rubberized Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Incinerator
OMNITECH Arc Scraper
OMNITECH Automop
Money: 0
Jon walks back to the dog box and, lacking anymore meatloaf, gives the pup a liberal dollop of nutrient paste. He drops the empty tube into the incinerator and then walks back to the cubicle farm. He begins carefully tracing the path of the laser, cleaning up things that need cleaning. He almost immediately comes to the cubicle that appears to have an active computer in it. It does indeed have an active computer, and next to that computer is a desk chair and about 2/3rds of a former employee with a nice neat semicircle cut out of his upper body/head region. There's a bit of neck and head left, a scrap of it hanging limp, which Jon pokes with his mop before shrugging and loading the corpse into the incinerator. As it burns down, he busies himself completing the game of OMNITECH Galactic Pinball the man was playing on the pc.
That doesn't sound very pleasant. Getting a bit further wouldn't hurt.
Follow my janitor friend into the cubicle farm. Check the computer for anything interesting. Hopefully it's not filled to the brim with spam and porn.
Name: Pathos
Physical Description: Scrawny. Has trouble changing his expression to anything that isn't concentration, boredom or smug superiority.
Background: Delusions of grandeur. Took this job as a way to rapidly advance the ranks and see cool things. And because it would give him plenty of opportunities to set things on fire without his superiors being close enough to yell at him.
Class: Emergency Technician
Life: d4
Attack: d4 ranged: Generic Personal Sidearm. x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d10
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d12
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: Migrating to techier climate
Inventory:
OMNITECH White Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Override Fob (Allows activation/unlocking of most vehicles)
OMNITECH Personal Computing Cube and Universal adapter
Money: 0
After losing his last ball Jon loses interest in the PC and Pathos comes in to search it.
[1]
Pathos boots up the command line for the server and then tries to remember the right commands. After a moment of thinking he nods to himself and types "rm -rf /*". The computer holds for a moment, and then maybe thirty seconds later goes dark. Huh.
Go help flip that switch!
Should we manage that, return to the teleporter room and return to goop gun s.o.p., aka goop ape if it goes bananas.
Name: Jion Maupin
Physical Description: Slightly taller than average, skinny, permanent stubble.
Background: Jion always wanted to go to space and make something out of himself somewhere out there on the new frontier.
Unfortunately, tickets to space are expensive. Luckily, lives for OMNITECH are cheap.
Class: Hazardous Materials Reclamation Crew
Life: d4
Attack: d4 Sticky goop thrower (no dmg)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d8
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d8
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: All good! So far...
Inventory:
OMNITECH Isolation Suit (Protection from many environmental dangers)
OMNITECH Foam Gun (d4 attack. Does no damage. If successful, target is immobilized. Multiple guns used in concert stack, ie three people using foam guns at once would be 3d4. Some targets immune.) Foam tank, d8 use die.
OMNITECH Sealing Tool (D4 use die)
OMNITECH Environmental Scanner
Money: 0
Jion follows the path the others took moments earlier and heads up into the cramped confines of the upper teleporter mechanics chamber. He sees Harry struggling to flip the switch and immediately runs to help.
[2,3]
The two of them together manage to push the switch halfway to closed, but not all the way.
Jane-Anne walks up into the teleporter room, looking confused.
Attempt to assist with any dog-handling related tasks, from a safe distance.
Name: Jane-Anne Warren
Physical Description: A rotund African-American woman, with braces and black hair in a bun.
Background: Mother of two went to nursing school, couldn't find a job anywhere else but here.
Life: d4
Attack: d4 Generic Personal Sidearm
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d6
Speed: d6
Endurance: d4
Will: d8
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d8
Occult: d4
Speech: d6
Status: None.
Inventory:
OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (3 charges. Expend one to gain advantage on a Medical roll)
OMNITECH Stimulant (Raises life by one die level till next injury) X 3
Money: 0
Jane-Anne, who is a lot like Jane and Anne but if they got into a horrible teleporter accident, walks right back out of the room and into the hall. She proceeds to stare at the dog cage from a good, reasonably safe distance while making what she hopes are reassuring noises for the dog.
Roald Baccam, Accidental Workplace Related Death Due to Lack of Caution, and see about any Will. Also File the Paperwork for someone to come transport the dog to a secure testing facility storage room, retroactively, so it gets done now..
File a Theft of Company Property complaint form for the stolen gun they took without the proper paperwork.
Read about Galaxy Law.
You guys are aware Roald got electrocuted up in the crawlspaces and hollows of the ceiling right? If you're not in there with him, you can't see him and thus in character should have no idea he's dying.
Also, no sheet, no action. Get it together, Lisa, if that is your real name.
Name: Steve
Physical Description: Generic caucasian male
Background: Dave passing his university exams Dave just grabbed the first job that came his way.
Class: Combat Medic.
Life: d4
Attack: d4 (OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d8
Endurance: d4
Will: d8
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d10
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: Healthy
Inventory:
OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (3 charges. Expend one to gain advantage on a Medical roll)
OMNITECH Stimulant (Raises life by one die level till next injury) X 3 (DO NOT DOUBLE DOSE)
Money: 0
Escape the possible danger Go with the guys that just exited the room (Harry, Roald, and Patrick), you know just in case one is hurt and needs a doctor
Steve follows Jion up into the ceiling and immediately catches sight of Roald laying in a smoldering pile against the wall. [7] Through CPR and a rather huge dose of Epinephrine Steve gets Roald's heart out of flatline, but Roald is still a crispy critter and both of his arms look like well done steaks. Luckily he's not conscious or he would definitely be complaining.
Stay in cover and keep my gun aimed at the teleporter.
Name: Heather Reid
Physical Description: Tall and lean. Her violet hair is tied into a ponytail.
Background: Heather signed up after her license was revoked due to unethical conduct, she may enjoy seeing blood and being able to shoot others a little too much.
Life: d4
Attack: d4 ranged Generic Personal Sidearm
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d8
Endurance: d4
Will: d6
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d6
Explosives: d4
Implants: d6
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d8
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: Fine
Inventory:
OMNITECH Green Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Medical Kit (3 charges)
OMNITECH Stimulant (3 charges)
Money: 0
Heather
[This post has been Censored by OMNITECH for its gratuitous boxosexual content] and then keeps her gun pointed at the teleporter.
Was not the company barbecue next weekend?
Investigate this smell of flesh.
Name: Qualt
Physical Description: Somehow apparently completely made of wood, even its (his? her?) hair, yet it all reacts as if Qualt were human. Hair flows, cuts bleed, and teeth chomp. Appearing to be some sort of dark wood, perhaps mahogany, they have an inquisitive look in their eyes whenever they study another living creature. Their voice, when heard, also sounds hollow as if through a speaker though their throat vibrates and mouth moves like a normal human being's.
Background: Qualt appeared one day, in front of the OMNITECH hiring agency. Qualt does not remember much of their past life, but they must have practiced medicine as it seems to be the one thing they are good at.
Life: d4
Attack: d4 ranged [Generic Sidearm]
Stats:
- Strength: d4
- Dexterity: d6
- Speed: d4
- Endurance: d4
- Will: d6
- Knowledge: d4
- Fate: d6
Skills:
- Melee: d4
- Guns: d6
- Explosives: d4
- Implants: d4
- Mechanics: d4
- Technology: d4
- Medical: d10
- Occult: d4
Status: Squeaky Clean
Inventory:
- OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
- OMNITECH Medical Kit (3 charges. Expend one to gain advantage on a Medical roll)
- OMNITECH Stimulant (Raises life by one die level till next injury) X 3
Money: Zilch!
Qualt heads up the ladder into the ceiling and immediately comes upon Roald and Steve. [7] Qualt takes over as Steve works on getting Roald stabilized, bandaging the man's half melted arms and numerous other electrical burns. Chances are he won't be able to keep the arms but Qualt does his best regardless.
Keep rifle trained on teleporter.
and for the record it’s not theft, I was merely preventing the destruction of company propert.
Name: Lance Bradley
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale. He had his eyes, hair, and fingernails permeable died purple.
Background: comes from a troubled past, that lead to crime, that then lead to lucrative crime, that lead to prison, that lead to a guy with a certain set of skills looking for a job.
Life: d6 OMNITECH Riot suit
Attack: d6 Generic Security Rifle/ d4 OMNITECH generic security baton
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d12
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d8
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: normal
Inventory:
OMNITECH Gauss Minicannon
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Money: 0
Lance keeps his weapon trained on the teleporter.
Hmm. Where does that phrase come from, he wonders. To keep something "Trained on" something else? Its kind of nonsensical sounding, now that he thinks of it.
Follow Steve/Medic n°2 to the guys whoe xited the room. Wait for him to assess wether or not the guy who get electrocuted is dead or not.
- If the guy is alive, just go stand in the hallway and faff about. listen to some tunes or something while the rest of team is busy making a mess for me to clean up.
- If he is dead (like for real dead. Player has to make a new character kind of dead), relieve him of his sidearm and toolkit (can't be destroying company proprety here), then feed his corpse into the incinerator. Then go faff about in the hallway and listen to some tunes.
Name: Eddrick E. Slant, esq.
Physical Description: Prefers wearing his rubberized suit with the hazmat helmet. Underneath he's a young man in
his late 20's. He has an unkempt mop of hair, some serious stubble, and the perpetualy tired look of someone who is both
overworked and enjoys staying up way too late.
Background: Eddrick, like every boy in his family, was forced to become a lawyer. Though he passed his bar exam,
he would quickly change jobs to a janitor at a local high school. The drudgery of too many divorce cases just got to him,
man. After a freak incidend with genetically modified frogs forced to school to close down, Eddrick took a job with
OMNITECH. He originally applied for a position as Public Relations Representative, but they made him a janitor due to his
prior experience.
Life: D4
Attack: D2 punches
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d8
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d8
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d6
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Speech: d4
Status: (all systems nominal)
Inventory:
OMNITECH Rubberized Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Incinerator
OMNITECH Arc Scraper
OMNITECH Automop
OMNITECH contract notebook
OMNITECH Memory Eradicator
Money: 0
Ed pokes his head up into the crawlspace after the two medics.
"HEY! Is tall, dark, and crispy over there dead or just deadish?"
"He's still alive, for now." Steve shouts back.
"Bugger."
Ed climbs back down and sets his newly stolen legal pad to play some muzak.
Name: "Redshirt"
Description: He is generic in every sense of the word. Unremarkable, not bad to look at but not good either, he's just... An extra. But, although people rarely recall his features... They always seem to change. It's always Redshirt, you know that, but he looks different, has a different skin tone, eye color, hair color... No one notices unless they pay attention to him. Which they don't.
Background: He's always been here. Even when he dies and is stricken from the records, he shows up again. His real name is unknown, they all call him Redshirt because of his habit of being cannon fodder. Also, his riot gear is stained a dark red with his own blood. He retains his memories, but not his items, every time he "respawns."
Class: Security
Life:d6(Riot Suit)
Attack:d4 Melee(Security Baton), d6 Ranged(Security Rifle)
Stats:
Str:d6
Dex:d4
Spd:d6
End:d6
Will:d4
Kno:d4
Fate:d8
Skills:
Melee:d6
Guns:d6
Explosives:d4
Implants:d4
Mechanics:d4
Tech:d4
Medical:d4
Occult:d4
Speech:d4
Status: Just started counting his deaths. Currently fine.
Death Count: 0
Inventory:
Riot Gear (d6 Life)
Security Rifle (d6 Ranged)
3X Magazine (d6 Use, whatever that is.)
Security Baton (d4 Melee)
O.E.B.M.I (Brain shocky thing)
Omni-Light (Flashlight)
Money: 0, because he STILL hasn't filled out the paperwork to keep his bank account between deaths.
[4]
Redshirt wanders in and asks Lisa for the R3-5PWN paperwork. She frowns and starts digging through her contract notebook.
"That doesn't exist." she says, after a few minutes.
Just... slip away, I guess. Or not; not is awesome too. Better, even. Why don't I do that instead?
Name: Roald Baccam
Physical Description: Short and sturdily built, though surprisingly delicate with his hands when working on machinery. His long, somewhat stringy hair is usually tied back in a ponytail when at work.
Background: A former spaceship mechanic, he lost his job after hospitalizing one of his colleagues in a fit of anger. Fortunately, OMNITECH were willing to overlook this and offer him this job.
Life: d4
Attack: d4 ranged (OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm)
Stats:
Strength: d8
Dexterity: d6
Speed:d4
Endurance: d6
Will: d4
Knowledge: d4
Fate: d4
Skills:
Melee: d6
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d8
Technology: d4
Medical: d4
Occult: d4
Status: Heart stopped, serious electric-shock related burns.
Inventory: OMNITECH Red Jumpsuit
3x Sidearm Magazines (d4 Use die)
OMNITECH Toolkit (3 charges)
Box of 5 High Visibility Flares
Money: 0
In the depths of his mind, Roald mentally goes over the importance of electrical safety.
"I'll be over there, scouting and providing support, if you need me."
Find some place far away from the teleporter and hide.
Name: Edward Mortan
Physical Description: He's a bit scrawny and unshaven. Never opens his eyes more than halfway.
Background: Edward can replace a lightbulb without too much difficulty, and he watches a lot of youtube videos. Edward endeavours to do as little as possible in his life and so far has performed admirably.
Life: d4 (OMNITECH White Jumpsuit)
Attack: d4 ranged (OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm)
Stats:
Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d4
Will: d6
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d6
Skills:
Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d6
Technology: d6
Medical: d6
Occult: d6
Speech: d4
Status: Fine
Inventory:
OMNITECH White Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Override Fob
OMNITECH Personal Computing Cube and Universal adapter
Money: 0
[1]
Ed (no the other one) tries to think about the best way to avoid the teleporter's wrath. At first he considers running far away, but then realizes that is exactly what the teleporter wants! A running target, a nice back to put a knife in. No, no, can't do that. Have to trick it. Have to play it smart. He runs straight up to the teleporter and plasters himself across it, hugging the tube with both arms and both legs like a very desperate lover.
Stroll down the hall (maybe to that breakroom?) and see if I can rustle up some treats to keep the dog happy.
Name: Mildred Hootzal
Physical Description: A tall, angular woman just slightly past the prime of her life. Her dark hair has a very subtle sprinkling of grey starting to appear, and when she isn't actively either scowling haughtily or trying to look wise (which she is most of the time) she has one of the most severe cases of resting bitch face ever seen. Sports a septum piercing forged from some dark metal, probably in flagrant disregard of any normal workplace's OH&S procedures.
Almost always smells faintly of incense and/or herbs.
Background: Mildred, or "Mildread" as she has sometimes been known to spell it, the mother of a handful of more-or-less grown children (who will carry the family name down through history for an unprecedented number of millennia), is really far too old for this on-fleek, trendy witchery BS.
She refuses to accept that, though, and jumped at the chance to join the OMI branch of OMNITECH and pretend to be all mystical and shit whilst actually getting paid for it - well, paid better than her half-arsed Etsy store does, anyway.
Life: d4
Attack: d4 personal sidearm.
Stats: Strength: d4
Dexterity: d4
Speed: d4
Endurance: d6
Will: d6
Knowledge: d6
Fate: d8
Skills: Melee: d4
Guns: d4
Explosives: d4
Implants: d4
Mechanics: d4
Technology: d6
Medical: d4
Occult: d6
Status: knocked out front teeth. Bruised dignity.
Inventory: OMNITECH Black Jumpsuit
OMNITECH Generic Personal Sidearm (d4 ranged attack) x3 Magazines (d4 use die)
OMNITECH Universal Containment Pod x 5
OMNITECH Null-Rod
Money: 0
Mildred wanders out into the hall and follows the sound of Pathos swearing until she finds the break room. The fridge is a puddle so she checks the pantry.
[6] There's a box of muffins in there so she grabs it and heads back to the dog, sitting down next to the cage and waiting to hand in little bits to it.
Shoot the ape if there's any good reason to do so, which is pretty much guaranteed.
In other words: Shoot the ape.
Name: Rezel Revel
Physical Description: Small, unassuming, twitchy, and nervous. Giggles quietly when scared.
Background: Signed up because he was told that security guards were given P90-like weapons, and basically went "Oh, cool, I love P90s!" He regrets this decision.
Life: d6
Attack: d6 rifle, d4 melee
Stats:
Str d4
Dex d4
Spd d8
End d6
Wil d6
Kno d4
Fte d4
Skills:
Mel d6
Gun d8
Exp d4
Imp d4
Mec d4
Tec d4
Med d4
Occ d4
Spc d4
Status:
Inventory:
OMNITECH Riot suit (d6 Life)
OMNITECH Generic Security Rifle (d6 ranged Attack) and 3 magazines (d6 use die)
OMNITECH Generic Security Baton (d4)
OMNITECH electrical behavior modification implant
OMNITECH Omni-light
Money: 0
Rezel points his weapon at the tube and waits, intent on shooting the ape as soon as it materializes. [4] He immediately reconsiders when he thinks that the "glass" might actually high density acrylic and bounce the round off harmlessly. Best to wait for it to move up.
00:00:00
[1][4]
Up in the ceiling, all three switches suddenly slam into the on position for maybe a second before slamming back down into the closed position like a bear trap. Harry sees it coming and dodges away, but Jion doesn't. [3v8] The switches , each at least 4 feet tall, slam down on him like a wire egg cutter. The results several pinched off chunks of former Engineer.
Meanwhile, downstairs, the timer hits zero and the tube begins its usual dance of bright lights and loud noise. After a few seconds an ape is standing in the tube. It looks like an Orangutan, all plump, orange and strangely sympathetic looking. As soon as the tube retracts Rezel opens fire. However, instead of a dead ape, when the smoke clears there is something very odd. The Orangutan is standing up on its stubby little legs, well on one stubby leg, and has its arms posed up around and behind its head in a way that can only be described as extremely flamboyant. Around it are what look like after images of it, made out of the rainbow shimmer off an oil puddle. They're all in poses of their own, each holding one of the bullets from Rezel's shots. The main ape looks at Rezel with a floppy lipped smirk.
"やれやれだぜ "
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