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Please Read This. The story won't make sense otherwise.

Speech - "I beat you into a FUCKING pulp, and you give me my arm. Deal?"

V1 Speech - ″No. Go-Go gadget carbomb.″

Actions - *BOOM*

Regular Cuts - [}{}{}{]

Story Beginning/Ending - /\/\/\/\

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Inside a super secret train track base...

Striker took a puff of his cigar, talking to their newest client on the phone. Meanwhile V2 was just adding finishing touches to his temporary arm. The new arm produced throwing daggers, which now replaced his old coins.

"Mhm, no worries, as long as you can provide the cash, we can provide the body." The loud voice in Strikers phone said some angry parting words before hanging up. "Yeesh."

″New client?″ V2 asked, attaching his new arm. Testing it's motions. ″She was damn loud. Could hear her from over here.″

Striker sighed. "Working with prissy bitches is part of the job. The prissy ones are willing to pay the most anyway."

V2 got up, producing a dagger to flip around with his hand. ″Who's the dead one today?″

Striker grabbed his hat and smiled. "Prince Stolas."

Silence...

″Am I supposed to know who the fuck that is?″ V2 reminded Striker of his inexperience with this hell.

Striker face palmed at his own forgetfulness, but quickly recovered. As he always does. "Doesn't matter. He's not gonna be alive much longer anyway. He'll be at a festival tomorrow, further down in wrath. That's where we'll strike."

″Dont you mean striker?″ V2 jokes, Striker only deadpanned in response. V2 gives a weak chuckle, clearing his nonexistent throat. ″Sorry.″

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″Harvest Moon Festival?″ V1 was talking to Blitzø on the phone. He was sitting on the lobby couch, passively petting Keekee.

"Yup, so get your blue ass down to the office, we're going on a road trip to wrath!" Blitzø said on the call. Loona could be heard complaining about something in the background. "Yes Loonie, you're going too-" The call cut as Blitzø hung up to deal with Loona.

V1 grabbed Keekee and put her down, she promptly scampered off somewhere else in the hotel. This harvest thing was perfect for V1, it wanted to meet up with Stolas for some tips with magic. This was a golden opportunity for the machine.

Charlie choose this time to drag herself into the room, if V1 had to be honest, she looked awful. "Morning..." She even sounds awful.

″Where's Vaggie?″ Vaggie was usually always next to her, like a shadow.

"We're... Not talking right now." Really? They're so tight knit though... Love makes no sense.

″Well, Blitzø wants me to come along to a festival. Call if I'm needed.″ It could hear Charlie sobbing as it left. That's probably something to check out later...

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V1 sat to the side of M&M, staring out the window, looking at the vast deserts of the Wrath ring. This is the first time V1 had been to a different ring. The fire tornado that had almost killed them was fun to watch. How does a tornado of fire work anyway?