(XDD DESCRIPT WIN)

Meteor had gasped at such an action. Was their dad trying to KILL him? He didn't have much time to think about that, because Quasar reached down and picked him up, before bringing the weapon rather hard against said little 'turrie's head as well. It wasn't as major as he had done to Impact, but it was plenty enough to make Meteor yelp and get teary eyed once again as he tried to clutch his head. Quasar dropped him, returning to Impact who he decided it necessary to kick--not gently either. A good kick to the side never failed to get someone's attention. This was a no holding back kick though, unlike the one he had given Meteor earlier.
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DARN. Splint's smile faltered. "Oh come on!" He insisted, but ignored the fact Timbre wanted to be a jerk anyway.

"We can grab the little Medic for you when he's done." Punk stated. "Bring him home then you can kill him like you wanted!"

Splint turned to look at these dumb brothers. "You can't do that."

Punk snorted and sort of laughed. Suuure Medic could keep on thinking that.

Splint turned back and against what Timbre had just told him, decided to feeeel neck to see if he could tell if anything was not aligned right or something.

Impact had not braced for such an impact and grunted loudly as he was essentially thrown a short distance, before rolling. He forced his legs to get under him as he was ending the roll, barely getting him on his feet. He nearly fell over as his head was in great pain, but he caught himself with one arm, shoving himself back to a standing stance.

He was clutching his side where he had been kicked and there was plasma leaking from that and his head as well, his eyes were focused on the ground as he tried to gain his composure back.

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Timbre yanked his head away the best he could, growling as pain shot up from his neck. URGH! That was not fair, medic should not be able to get him like that!

"Why not grab him now??" he yelled to his brothers.

Other siblings were turning up from various locations now. Onyx had appeared from within the house with Mercury half hiding behind him. On any other day he would have not approved of the kid there, but right now their father was the main issue.

Sable turned up from some random direction that had led away from the house and he was clearly not at all pleased to be doing so. His helmet fins down he approached and tried sort of blending into the rest of the siblings who were there.

Last to turn up was Comet, which may have had some to do with his leg being injured from Impact earlier. He cast a glare at said sibling as he joined them, not making any effort to hide his disdain for what he had done.

Quasar simply looked at him, and Comet already knew what he was wanting to know.

"Impact." He stated with a nod of his head in his brother's general direction. "Since he felt guarding Meteor from telling me where Stygian was."

With that Comet limped over to where the others had gathered.

Of course that hadn't settled well with Quasar either. For now he decided there were more important matters to attend to though.

"Find Stygian now. All of you. I don't CARE how hurt anyone is. I don't CARE what you were doing. Find him now." His tone was incredibly irritable and no doubt he wanted to pound them all to the ground until they physically couldn't stand up again, but doing so would not aid their efforts much.


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Medic then showed he had a natural trollface. I kid.

"'Cause." Punk shrugged. "I've got all these cornchips to finish for starters. So no need to rush. The show is kind of amusing, and besides what can you do to him if you're too busy whining about your neck?"

Splint wasn't very impressed by Timbre's immature attempts at getting away. Hadn't he accepted the fact he was all tied up now? Oh well, no issue for Splint! It just meant he had to move a tad. He resumed trying to feel if anything was out of alignment.

Emo was just keeping quiet.

Impact was not much aware of who was arriving, as he was not looking up. He was still grasping his side and hardly reacted when he heard Comet speak of him, once again wording things in his favor.

When Quasar made his command/announcement, Impact was rather pleased. It gave him a perfect excuse to not only get away from everyone, but get a breather and try to recover a little bit. He started to head away, a slow walk turning into faster paced one. It hurt to speed up, but he needed to do so to appear strong..and it would help with the healing if nothing was broken.

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Timbre was now perma-glaring, his eyes closed, as if he didn't want to witness himself being forced to be worked on. His mind drifted to thoughts of harming his brothers, even though he hated them, he would jave had no issues hurting a doctor if they requested it...why would they be such unable fools?

Most of the others dispersed without any complaint in regards to what they had been told...aside from Meteor that was. Since he couldn't get up. Of course Quasar didn't intend to take that for an answer. No, he just made Onyx come over and help him. Now the two of them were probably next to useless in helping, but Quasar probably didn't care so long as they were all suffering for the sake of one having messed up.

Meteor was still sniffling and what not as Onyx helped him along, not at all pleased that he had been dragged into this now as well. Stupid Stygian. Stupid MERCURY. where was THAT kid speaking of which? He hadn't seen which way he had wandered off.

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After a bit Splint stopped and crossed his arms. "Well....I can't really tell what's wrong with ya." He stated. "I guess we need to get an x-ray to make sure we know what we're dealing with."

Punk was simply munching away on his cornchips, not speaking up about this at all.

Emo was remaining silent as he had been. He just wanted to go home. -_-

Impact continued away, purposely going around 'obstacles'. Trash cans, benches, fences...anything to put a little more between his family and himself, regardless if it would slow them down or not. He made his way across a street and into a restaurant, leaving a small plasma trail as he went along. Once inside, he eyed the bathrooms and hurried in. His vision still wasn't completely clear and his head was still thumping.

He entered the bathroom and found it to be empty, perfect. He went into a stall and locked the door, sitting on the toilet with a large sigh. He waited for a few moments, resting his head on one arm, his other still holding his side. He looked up, then back down at his side. Moving his hand from the wound slowly, a large amount of plasma released from his clutches and dropped to the floor, his wound didn't seem to be oozing much anymore though.

He then grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it so he could actually see what damage had been done. Ripped open, that was for sure. Didn't look like anything too serious. He left his shirt drop before resting his face in both hands this time. A hint of worry went through his mind, it wasn't normal that his head continued to hurt this long. He hoped nothing was wrong.

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"Those stupid things don't work." Timbre insisted. "Especially on me, you said it yourself, nothing is wrong with me...NOW LET ME GO!"

He started to writhe and struggle once more, to no avail.

Comet likely would've been the one most persistent to hunt him down since the others feared their father more than their anger towards Impact would have prevailed. Granted the group was a pretty useless bunch when they had no clue where Stygian was or had been for that matter. He sure could cause a lot of trouble.

Comet was indeed looking for Impact rather than Stygian though. He was still limping some from well being shot, but he had wrapped it up and the plasma had nearly stopped other than what had soaked the cloth covering it. He was more interested in picking a fight with his brother though than finding Stygian.

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"I said I couldn't feel it. Not that it wasn't there." Splint stated with little care for what Timbre thought. They hadn't moved him off one one of the more mobile bed things, so he had full intentions of pushing Timbre along like that to where the x-ray room was rather than letting him get up. He knew well enough not to do that. So he was unlocking the wheels, rather displeased no one else had seen it as a good idea to assist him.

He moved back to the head part of it and began trying to push it. It was a pretty bulky set up, when you added the weight of another 'turrie to that, it wasn't simple to push and his feet were slipping against the floor for quite a bit before he finally managed to get started by pushing off of the nearby drawers. Once he had got the thing moving some he was able to push it along, but not without clear difficulty and not the best direction.

That much was obvious by the fact they didn't quite get through the door at first but rather smashed halfway.

"You're heaaaavy." Splint whined.

"Looks fun." Punk announced through a mouthful of chips.

(Dun forget plasma trail. =D Comet could probably find him rather easily.)

Impact stayed in the stall for a while, waiting for the pain to go away. It was indeed subsiding, but not disappearing as he had hoped. He looked at the large cut on his side once more, yeah really wasn't coming out anymore, that was fine. He stood up, hoping to circulate the plasma more quickly to stabilize his BRAIN.

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"What are you doing??" Timbre questioned angrily when he hit the wall. "Trying to kill me first? I'm not heavy either, you're just weak. Stop pushing...."

His eyes were darting around.

"DO SOMETHING." he yelled to Punk and Emo.

(yes XDDD thank youf or that) Comet was indeed following this trail. Impact sure wasn't hiding very well. When it led strangely enough to a resturuant place, he got a tad suspicious. Impact went to go EAT? When they were supposed to be finding Stygian? Really? So he ENTERED the building and looked around. I imagine he got some odd looks too give his appearance and tallness.

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"I can't direct it right." Splint complained as he let go of the thing, out of breath from trying to maneuver it around. "You are to heavy."

Punk handed his cornchips to Emo--more like shoved them into his hands.

"I've got this." He announced. He didn't really care if the shorty took their brother, but heck he could do something at least.

Splint obviously did not like this idea and retreated. Door was kind of blocked by the bed and well Punk so he ran the opposite way, granted there really wasn't much of anywhere to go.

So Punk captured him, holding him by his little turrie head as he walked back over by Timbre, holding the whining young medic up so Timbre could see. "Did something." He announced. "Now what?"

Chances were he wouldn't do it, but oh well!

Impact left the stall, looking in the mirror now at the damage done to his head. Well, his head fared fairly well considering how hard the hit was. There was a gash, but it was more acceptable than the dent he was expecting.

Stupid Quasar...why did he put up with his crud? Why couldn't he just shoot him? He looked at himself, growing more and more angry. He reached one arm back, feeling his rifle. He wanted to check for a bullet in the chamber...no, he knew he had one, he always reloaded. Pausing for a moment, he growled before snatching it off his back and ejecting the 'shell'...which also contained the bullet. It scattered across the floor as Impact reloaded in an instant with a new one.

He aimed at his own head in the mirror, dropping his visor. It started to freak a little, recognizing him as either himself or a clone, displaying a big warning. He raised the visor, making a mental note to program a mirror mode into it.

He kept the rifle aimed at himself, putting just enough pressure on the trigger to not fire it. He lowered it, sighed and slung it to it's original position on his back.

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I've got this. xDD Ha ha ha ha!!

Timbre was oh so pleased to see that Splint was now in captivity. He chuckled, trying to add an evil tone that didn't much work out so well.

He glared at him, before speaking to see if Punk would listen.

"Punch him." he ordered.

"WITH FRIES." he ordered more. Ahem. >_>

Meanwhile in crazy turrie laaaand.....kidding
Comet was still trying to see if he saw his brother around anywhere. He didn't. And the waiter who wanted him to like sit down or something was annoying. So he shoved him--into another waiter who's tray went crashing down. Served um right. Stupid people. He continued to wait there, figuring his brother had to be in here SOMEWHERE.


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"Heeeey that's not really necessary!" Splint announced. He couldn't really do much about it though, since Punk was holding him off the ground entirely.

Punk decided to go along with the order. After all, the medic would still be able to help Timbre afterwards.

"You're not really gonna...." Splint looked quite concerned as Punk had balled his hand into a fist. "Please don't!"

But Punk did not listen and struck lil Medic turrie with PAUWNCH to side of his head. Splint yelped and tried to make it feel better by rubbing at it. It did not help much. Silly Medic should've known how to help it.

"Happy?" Punk asked Timbre.

Impact heard the crashing tray, looking at the door quickly. Coincidence? Maybe...but he didn't want to risk it, who the heck was following him anyway? He had an idea of who, but didn't understand the priority.

He backed away from the mirror, getting into a stall. He locked it and proceeded to slide under the wall, locking the other stall. he glanced around, usually these had windows...this one did not. He muttered something about his luck before making his way over to the door cautiously, he held his rifle ready to shoot as he got behind where the door would open, pointing his rifle to the ceiling.

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"A little." Timbre told him. "Makes me want to buy you an ice cream, so how about working for that hot fudge? Huh? Scrape his transmitter against the wall or....hook him up to a craft battery or soemthing..."

Timbre's mind was not one of goodness right now, but he was certainly enjoying what was going on.

Comet had decided making a scene suited him just fine and started demanding to know where a 'turrie with the descript his brother had had gone. Now most of the people had no idea. =U But there were a few of course who had seen a turrie of such appearance. Instead of actually going to go find him himself though he decided to yell.

"Impact! Get your *bad wurd =D* out here!" He wasn't really indicating it at anything in particular, but he was convinced he was here somewhere.


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"Wait, what?" Splint asked as if he hadn't HEARD this right. What was this MUTINY against his efforts of kindness? Well semi efforts anyway.

"You got it." Punk announced.

"Shouldn't you not be doing that?" Emo asked. Hurting doctors or nurses or whatever the heck the kid was didn't really sound like a good idea to him.

"Oh shut up." Punk grumbled to mr. party ruiner who didn't want him to have any yummy fudge.

Scraping a transmitter should still let him be able to work eventually! He had to reposition his grip on the smaller 'turrie in order to make sure he would be able to make his transmitter scrape against the wall well though. It didn't take a lot of effort, considering how much bigger than it he was.

He smashed Splint against the wall, pressing against his head so that it would stay close and then sort of dragged him down it, forcing his head down....down to the flooor. c: Then he let him go, because he wasn't going anywhere anyway. He was sitting there like a pathetic little hurt 'turrie. Whining about his transmitter and covering it with both hands as he rambled on an inaudible looong complaint about it. It hurt! It hurt a lot! And now he couldn't even hear over the sound of plasma pounding in it and the fuzzy static indicating its injury.

"Fudge obtained?" Punk asked.

Impact sighed, grabbing his still hurting head as he looked at the floor. Yep, Comet was here. He didn't sound TOO close to the bathroom, he could probably slip out...

He stood up, his face one of seriousness as he tried to ignore the pain his head was giving him. No, why rush into danger like that? Comet could come in here if he wanted him so bad.

Go do something productive, ya fool.

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"Fudge obtained." Timbre confirmed with a smile. "I can't get it though when I'm strapped to this stupid torture bed."

He writhed once more. It's almost like this design was thought through all the way! Whoever designed this needed to die.

Finally. A response of some sort.

Why? Why are YOU sitting in a restaurant when we should be out finding Stygian, huh? Too hard for ya? Had to come lick your wounds? Sulk for awhile? I'm not going anywhere. You'd be better off to come out. Bringing back a report like this to Quasar won't go over well if you weren't intelligent enough to figure that out.

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"Yeaaaah, well we can't exactly do that yet." Punk admitted. "Your neck." He sort of kicked at the Medic, indicating he wanted him to get back up.

Splint was too preoccupied with his transmitter to take much notice though so Punk reached down and grabbed him, shoving him up and against the bed thing. "Hurry up and do your stupid xray job." He grumbled.

Splint couldn't entirely hear him other than something about hurry stupid and job. He rubbed his transmitter, finding that to only cause more static and pain. He winced, pulling his hand away from it. Even the air simply touching it was making it hurt and he soon had covered it again.

This next one will go through your head.

After he said that, he brushed a nonexistent piece of debris off the barrel of his rifle and his visor flicked down. Calibration showed no signs of error and all sensors were functioning perfectly.

"Brothers..." he whispered.

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Timbre was getting angry at this now. "You were doing so good! I don't want a stupid xray, wheel me down to the ice cream shop if you need to, get me a neck brace or..or..JUST LET ME GO."

Although Comet wasn't entirely confident as to if his brother would actually do that or not he took his chances.

That's not gonna go over well either. Why're you so afraid of me now, huh? Can't stand to come out and face me without killing me first? You really are pathetic.

To the common people around them, he likely looked crazy standing there in silence and making the occasional head shakes.
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"Well I imagine you'll get a neckbrace thing or something..." Punk stated."Wait. Will you settle for the medic giving you a neckbrace, skipping the x-ray and us letting you go then?" It sounded logical. And Punk was sure he could make the Medic do that much. It was still fumbling around anyway, trying to move the bed and tend to his transmitter at the same time. Progress was not going very well. His consistent whining however was going quite well.

Killing you is not an insult to my stature. Impact replied, anger clear in his electronic tone.

He spun from behind the door, facing his rifle at the door directly. He switched to a few modes, one picking up life forms through the door's material...hmm...he didn't seem to see Comet from this angle.

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Timbre didn't want the medic to do anything. "I don't settle." Timbre replied with a growl. "I'd rather YOU put the brace on."

It is if you're not willing to do it on a fair level. Comet retorted. He was still glancing around for signs of Impact anywhere, not entirely convinced he was in the bathroom.

Little did he know there was certain...contacts here--yes in the restaurant--of their father's. He had a lot though. Either way, said guy had happened to let him know that his KEEDS were out making a big scene. Needless to say when Quasar got the message, he set out, not at allll happy about having to track down his kids when they were SUPPOSED to be finding their brother. And the OLDER ones too for that matter.

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Punk rolled his eyes about this. Whatever. He'd just have to deal with it.

"Hey! You! Medic!"

Splint could hear a garbled something generally directed at him. The still recent pain in his transmitter was garbling up everything for him though.

"Get a neckbrace for him. No xray."

Splint sort of stared at him, clearly not understanding what it was Punk was saying. That didn't cause Punk to be too happy and he smacked the side of Splint's head--and thus his transmitter. Splint cried out again before falling to his knees, trying to stop the throbbing in his transmitter. Punk wasted no time with being nice.

He grabbed the Medic, and stood him up again. "Get him a neckbrace." he repeated.

Splint got the "neckbrace" part this time.

"X-ray will show.....damage...extent." He stated, hoping what he had verbalized was what he had been thinking.


"I don't think he understands you." Emo commented, helmet fins twitching.

He set Punk's cornchips down, which so wouldn't please him, before grabbing a piece of paper off the counter and pulling out a pencil. He wrote what it was his brother was saying and handed it to the Medic. Splint frowned as he looked at it, then back up. The glare he received kept him from arguing it however.

He nodded once and began to head out. "I'll go with 'em." Punk announced. Totally meaning so the kid didn't go get doctor reinforcements or something.

I gave you a fair warning, this is the second...nearly makes me seem uncertain about my target doesn't it?

Impact backed away from the door further, moving to the sides to get different angles on people....he soon realized he wasn't going to get Comet this way...maybe he didn't actually want to get Comet anyway...after all he hadn't even had his visor identify the target even if he had seen him through the door.

He glared, only tightening the grip on his rifle.

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Timbre is so needy. xDD

Timbre was definitely pleased.

"Punk you're like the favorite brother I never had." he called. "If you ever need help beating someone up...I'll be there for you."

He of course didn't mention Emo who brought the note to Splint's attention, probably because he figured that kind method wasn't necessary.

You're still hiding behind that stupid gun. Comet retorted, because he was more of a fan of hand to hand combat. He'd shoot things too, but he took more pride in being able to physically win as opposed to shooting someone from a distance. He couldn't see Impact obviously, but he certainly had his suspicions as to what Impact was doing at the moment.

DaddyNightstrike =D ahem, Quasar, had been in quite a hurry, and his looooong legs tended to carry him to his destination rather quickly. He had reached the restaurant and entered quite peacefully, nodding to one of the waiters as he turned, following only the info his contact had given him to precise accurateness. Sure enough Comet was the first he saw.

Clearly the zyturri was surprised to see him, at a loss for words even. Quasar simply stared at him though, then let his eyes trail to the door as he walked PAST HIM. Towards the bathroom =U *because clearly he needed to use a bathroom at a resturuant AHEM*
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(XDDDDDDDDDDDDD)
Punk didn't answer for he was too busy keeping track of the Medic who was carrying along at a fairly fast pace--likely because he probably thought Punk was trying to catch up to him to hurt him or something. Either way, they reached the area that they had neck braces and Medic seemed to be going through a bit of a debate as to which size and model to use. Eventually he decided on a nice thick one that definitely wouldn't break easily and even had its own lock system so the wearer couldn't be BAD and pull it off unless it was unlocked.

The little medic tried explaining this to Punk, but being unable to hear himself was making it a bit hard. Punk thought he got most of what the medic was saying though and took the thing from him as the medic once again led the way back to the room.

Emo hadn't moved since the last time they had left, likely returning to sulking over not being a favorite brother or even getting honorable mention.

It's not my fault you don't use tools to your advantage. Impact replied, obviously not sensing the threat just yet.

He still had his rifle aimed at the door, and so he'd see when Quasar got close enough, but not yet, without the structure recognition enabled on his visor everything he saw was up to him to figure out who it was.

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(xDD Brad says: SORRY EMO. D=)

Timbre sort of sat in silence while Punk and Splint were gone...couldn't Punk had let him out first?? How would he like to be tied down against his will like this? It was an insult to him and his entire family.

Comet didn't reply for reasons of well, incoming threat. Incoming threat was now close enough to the door, but really he wasn't pausing as much as a moment anyway. If his kid was stupid enough to SHOOT AT HIM. There would be death. if not by him, then by plenty of others. Either way, although he did not exactly go 'barging' in it was certainly without a slowdown in pace.


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Punk and Medic returned at last. Medic scurried over away from them as far as possible."Alright." Punk announced. "This thing looks pretty easy." He held it up so Timbre could see it, as if asking for his approval before trying to put it on him. After all, he didn't need to end up with a broken arm or something because he ticked off his brother.

Impact saw the form approaching. He kept the rifle up, my my Comet was bold. \

He took another step back, to ensure he had adequate room to aim if Comet tried to sidestep, or at least some distance between them if he tried to lunge.

The door opened, his finger hovered on the trigger.

Fool. he announced to Comet, but his confidence vanished when he saw who it really was. He quickly lowered the rifle, his mind flashing to his thoughts while he was looking in the mirror.

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"Just put it on." Timbre growled, eager to get out of his restraints. If he had bothered to pay attention to the fact that it locked, he'd probably be more upset, but for now, urgency overruled knowledge.

Comet--who was not as bold as Impact had thought, had stepped outside, waiting there for further orders. This was soooo not going to look good. Comet was generally on Quasar's goodside. He had a feeling he'd be having to work back up to that status for quite some time now.

Quasar didn't seem surprised by the fact he had momentarily had a rifle pointed at him. He spared only a moment to blink. Typical. He could guess why Impact was probably here, and Comet too for that matter. He doubted any of it had to do with food--especially between those two.

His eyes narrowed, but still he didn't speak, rather indicating for Impact to follow with two fingers as he turned to head back out. It was intentional of course. They needed to leave with as little commotion as possible. They were Nightstrikes, the family business in particular was DISCRETE. Comet and Impact had already made plenty enough a scene by being here.


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"Alright." Punk agreed before approaching his head and trying to adjust it accordingly. It snapped into place, fitting quite snug to his neck. "Yep. Pretty easy." He repeated before looking at the restraints. Hmm...they actually looked fairly complicated. He'd let the Medic handle that.

He stepped back, waving the Medic over and pointing at the restraints. Splint looked at the restraints, and then back to Punk as if he were crazy. Once again the glare was enough to encourage him to begin loosening them anyway.

"BUT DAD I WAS IN THE BATHROOM AND NOBODY HEARD ME TALK OR SAW RIFLE WHY ARE YOU RIPPING MY LIMBS OFF."

Impact cursed to himself, quickly slinging the rifle on his back to follow Quasar. He stayed several paces back, his mind thinking about running if Quasar tried to hit him again. He didn't need him, if his Dad wanted to keep the family together, the pride, he should be the adult.

Instantly his mind was a wave of conflictions after those thoughts.

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Timbre's neck hurt for a little while after the brace was put on, but the pain seemed to grow lesser and lesser until it went away.

He watched Splint's actions, yesssss...he'd be a little hard to chase with his leg like this...but he could still beat the living crud out of him with his arms.

(XDDDDDDDDDD)


Quasar headed on out with another simple pleasant nod to some people who were just coming in at the time. Comet had already gone outside. Still without a word, Quasar carried on further. Not until they were completely out of the way of the restaurant would he speak.

He could hold his temper quite well when he needed to. Although I'm certain he wanted to violently hurt both of the big dumbies.

Head towards home. He stated through transmitter.




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Splint may have accepted the fact he was likely going to DIE at the hands of violent Hunters because he didn't look as if he intended to run away super fast once the restraints were off. Then a gain, Punk was right at the door so he probably didn't have anywhere to go even if he wanted to.

He was on the last strap now, the one over the center of Timbre's body. He couldn't help but sigh as he loosened it and then pulled it free to the side. Timbre was now free. Splint took quite a few steps back, visibly worried about what was to follow. I mean it was pretty much guaranteed he wasn't getting out of here easily. Punk hadn't moved out of the way, and he doubted that Timbre had had a sudden change of heart.