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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: Bloodsport Crew!
Broadcast: if applicable!
Action: yes, that!
When: during the medieval-funtime world!

[aaaaay bloodsport how u doin'. how's life around the ship? what have you already dragged back from ye olde renaissance world? what trips are you planning? what's broken and why isn't it fixed yet? who's flying this thing?

mingle, talk to your newer crewmates, go nuts.]

Comments

[puro]

[He could tell so much more. That was a summary. He smiles, goofily. ]

Yeah, she means everything to me. [The smile fades, a fraction. ] I really miss her.

[He'd done everything in his power and beyond to get back to her, only to have his reward snatched from him. It's not fair.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[aw. buddy. Robin reaches out to give him a pat on the shoulder.]

Keep playing your songs, Manolo. You'll get back to her one day, and we'll do what we can to speed up the journey.

[puro]

[He nods. ]

Don't worry, I don't plan on stopping any time soon. And thank you, I really appreciate that. [A little incline of his head.] You are a good man, my friend.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah, I'm trying to be. [he chuckles a little.] A crawl forward is still forward, friend.

[puro]

You give yourself too little credit. You've been nothing but welcoming to me since I arrived.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Well, good. I'm glad that you've thought so.

[maybe this is his cue to... get up before this conversation accidentally starts going places he didn't mean it to go.]

[puro]

[That's cool, bro, he won't force you to stay. He'll even give a little wave. ]

Of course.