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| Chillin Like A Villain [Open to Villains] | |
| By: Vile Date: May 26, 2020, 2:21 pm | |
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| [center]((Open only to villainous characters� in case that | |
| wasn�t obvious :B))[/center] | |
| A relatively unobtrusive light clanging came from the metallic | |
| paws of the Cheetah Drone. As far as robots go, Vile�s choice | |
| of mount could be surprisingly stealthy if it had to be. | |
| Though, Vile felt no need to sneak around, being a longtime | |
| loyalist of the city�s ruler. At the same time, they didn�t go | |
| out of their way to make a spectacle of themselves. They sat on | |
| the back of the Cheetah Drone as it walked down the center of an | |
| unused asphalt road, making a beeline for Robotropolis�s | |
| Headquaters. | |
| If they were lucky, their master would be there so they could | |
| report directly to him. They greatly disliked working with | |
| middle men and preferred to be at the warlord�s side. The | |
| looming egg-like structure of the headquarters loomed in black | |
| shadow before them, and behind them trailed a stale yet | |
| unmistakable smell of death. Hanging off the side of the | |
| hyena�s mount were several trophies; tanned hides, dried hands | |
| and skulls of their fellow Mobian. They were of use to the | |
| witch as magic ingredients, but they also had a mind to show | |
| them to their master so he could see what they�d been up to in | |
| their absence. As well, Vile hoped the grizzly display would | |
| deter the local jackasses from harassing them. | |
| Hole-ridden ear began to rotate. In a city filled with the | |
| mechanical, any noise that wasn�t a SWATbot�s foot fall or | |
| droning factory stood out like a sore thumb. Vile didn�t stop | |
| their Cheetah Drone, but commented; | |
| �Have something to say to me?� | |
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