Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11591668-20131027074949/@comment-933831-20131115080710

Alyysa remained in the cover, looking this way and that, maintaining eyesight everywhere she could. She saw a.... Oh my goodness?! Was that?! A strategic Air strike placement on Requiem! Several pies! What dastardly fiend was targetting her teammate?! She dove from behind her table, spinning the Inside scoop above her, blocking the pies that would have hit Requiem, and sending them flying over their makeshift blockade. "Bullets cannot touch the prince, and you think Banana Cream stands a chance, knaves?! Hahahaha!" When in such a conflict as this, one has no choice but to activate the sheer power of HAM MODE.

She looked right, seeing a table covered by candies and some meat. Her mouth watered at the sight as she leapt onto Requiem's back, acting as an automatic barrier, batting away any food (And even some guy) that got close. "Commander Requiem! The exit is quite close, but the table twenty Reqs, and six Aly's to the right has Bwittles. And you know I Looooooove Bwittles. Can we arrange a side mission to capture outpost Alpha-Whiskey Yankee-Echo-Alpha-Hotel prior to our hasty, and quite attractive retreat?"