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[chopshopgoddess]

[Her voice is to choked to even attempt to speak, so you all get text.]

Cyrus is gone. Room's empty.

[That's...all she has to say. If anyone wants to actually bother Mikaela, she's in the gym, beating the snot out of a punching bag.

...Again. She seems to do this often. Also, one might notice her left hand is bandaged, and shes favoring it.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He's trying to say something, but, honestly, he doesn't know what to say. There's just silence on the other end, except for the quiet creak of gears.]

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[chopshopgoddess]

[Her comm is blinking. She looks at it, and debates on answering, but it's Ironhide. A few moments later, her voice clicks on. It sounds dead.]

Hi, Ironhide.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[More silence.]

...

They are not dead.

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[chopshopgoddess]

Then where are they?

[SLAM SLAM SLAM]

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[wolvesxeyes]

[This seems... familiar, sadly; she'd found her friend in a similar situation before, if she's remembering right, but oh well.

Rea doesn't say anything when she enters the gym; just glances at her friend, at her hand, frowns, and then moves to a nearby wall and sits down, watching the humans actions.

She's silent; wolf'll just stay there for moral support and, y'know, in case Mikaela does at some point wanna talk. Cause that's what biffles do, right?]

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[chopshopgoddess]

[Rea gets to actually see how rough Mikaela's looking. Her eyes are puffy, but her tears are done. Now there's just anger - a hatred so deep that every inch of her radiates with it. Her punches aren't practice - they're vicious jabs flung with all her strength, bandaged hand or not.

Oh, there's also probably blood on her shirt, too.

She doesn't seem to notice Sarea yet.]

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[wolvesxeyes]

[Rea's nose pricks at the sudden metallic scent to the air, slitted eyes landing on her friend and narrowing, a scowl replacing the frown. Blood?

What the hell had happened? Someone had left, right? Mikaela seems way to angry for this to just be another disappearance case.

For once, though, wolf's hesitant to snap her out of her haze. She doesn't know whats going through the others mind, after all; sometimes snapping people out of dazes is a bad idea.]

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[chopshopgoddess]

[She's muttering things under her breath - harsh swears, some in English and some in a language Sarea probably won't recognize. Something she picked up from Gippal - another harsh reminder of someone else who was gone.

She wants to SCREAM, but she doesn't. Instead, she just keeps on beating that punching bag like she's trying to murder it dead.]

Fuck. This. Ship.

[Each word is punctuated with a jab to the bag. There's blood running down her left arm, now - there's probably still glass embedded in there.]