Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150622221614/@comment-26104528-20150906074330

"We're looking for armor components for our friend back there." he said as he rifled through a pile of rubbish left by the white fang/ibaalins. couldn't really/didn't care to tell. Eventually he came across a well-worn breastplate in navy blue/burgundywith the backplate just barely hanging on.

Still looks servicable...he said as he observed it, wondering how they'd fit it back on Honara in this condition. Flagg research vessels often had suiting-stations for when it was time to handle hazardous materials or fix the engine. If Honara was tagging along with this thing earlier, she should have been smart enough to have pre-loaded a copy of her suit into one of the stations. ''ah-ha! ''There it was, behind the autoturret that Mauve knocked out earlier. Clearing the rubble, Ingraham reactivated the thing with his semblance. And of course, Honara's suit was preloaded...in a station near the crew quarters, aka right behind the bridge, aka a heavily guarded area.

Knew it wouldn't be this easy... He placed the torso-pieces into the machinery. "any luck back there?"

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Honara gave Azzie a long look, sizing him up before raising an eyebrow. "Kinda hard to believe a baby-face like you is related to the Tornado." she said as she kicked the table in front of the chair from earlier and propped her feet up.

"Yeah, I did my homework. Not hard to tell who Director Cardiffson really is when you watch him spar." she brought up a scroll video of some overconfident kid demanding a spar in front of her and her two friends, only to get absolutely trumped while he gave the trio a mini-lecture on everything that skrublord was doing wrong. "The spinning made it obvious. Anyway, he's doing the right thing. If you don't lose the ego now, you're gonna lose your life."

"So. Is that a dagger in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"