Going Ballistic

[lord_it_over]

There is a clear field some distance from any of the main routes of Nexus traffic, one without enough grass to attract inter-dimensional picnickers or, for that matter, much of anyone else. Lord Gromgard finds it reminds him of home, except bizarrely flat and eerily lacking in angry monsters.

Not that it’s too quiet, by any means. A pack of Brown

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[onemorebounty]

((Do you mind if vicioussweetie joins the fun?))

*Samus has been waiting for something like this, lounging on a hover-pallet piled with crates and a barrel, all of which are plastered with stencil-painted warnings of danger and, in some cases, flammability.*

[lord_it_over]

((Not at all!))

It's not long before the minions find where she is. They patter to a stop in front of her, blinking big yellow eyes at the crates.

"You follow," rasps the blue one to Samus.

His slightly bigger brown cousin appears to be cos-playing as a dwarf, from the horned helmet and armour to his slightly lop-sided beard. He's bouncing on his feet as he echoes, "Follow, follow!"

[vicioussweetie]

((Yay! I feel loved again. :D))

The minions are given a long look, Ali's hand twitching to fix that beard, before she turns to Samus. "He's playing dress-up with them," she comments, leaning over the pallet to offer Samus some of her popcorn (because today's all about popcorn and snide comments from the sidelines, dontcha know). "Should we be worried, or sorry we didn't dress for the occasion?"

[onemorebounty]

*She accepts a handful, munching thoughtfully as she gets the pallet in motion.*

Why not start with amused, and change as the situation warrants?

*Assuming the minions don't take any detours, it shouldn't take the little group long to reach the range the Overlord has set up.*