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[stars_struck]

[isn't it a lovely day? isn't it great to not have to be in an asylum? spring is in the air!]

[The sun is shining!]

[The birds are singing!]

[BRS just walked past you with a cruise missile over one shoulder!]

[um.]

[COINCIDENTALLY: shortly afterwards a CRUISE MISSILE explodes high in the skies above the town]

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[pimpsaw]

[HOW COME SHE DOESN'T GET ONE 8(]

[stars_struck]

They said they've got plans for it.

[pimpsaw]

Mn. [nope sorry Saw's not listening anymore. she's already gone ahead to look for the missiles, wherever they're stored in the mecha.]

[stars_struck]

[probably they're on racks by now, ready for BRS to lift out of the place. MAKIN' THIS FACE]

E-eh...

[pimpsaw]

[EMERGING WITH TWO MISSILES TUCKED UNDER EACH ARM]

[stars_struck]

That's... a lot...

[pimpsaw]

Hardly. I plan to return for more. [HEY LET'S GO BLOW UP DISARM THESE ONES]

[stars_struck]

I feel like I'm going to pay for this... [follows along ._.]

[pimpsaw]

Why would you? Your friend did request for these to be disarmed.

[stars_struck]

... just a feeling.

[is diplomatic]

[pimpsaw]

[scoffs a bit] If you look at it from a certain angle, I'm doing both of you a favor.

[stars_struck]

[... ... resigns self to following in silence :<]

[pimpsaw]

[AND BACK AT THAT ROOFTOP

Saw hurls a missile up into the air, leaping up after it. She slices it several times at a blinding speed, descending back to the roof as the missile explodes a few moments later]

[stars_struck]

[... watching closely, having not got to see Gold Saw's style from this angle before]

[pimpsaw]

[The next three missiles go in pretty much the same fashion.]

[stars_struck]

[waits for her to touch ground]

You're not worried about them going off in your face?