#grimmestrp

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Optics dimmed as he stumbled through the city, he rarely made his way down here, as not many enjoyed the company of Guardians in the city, some considered them monsters, how much free reign they had, and unfortunately, Bashalon had made company of some of said individuals.

He had been shot, two times by a handcannon, to his side, while he was sitting at a table, oil seeped out of the good sized holes, as he clutched at it.

Quiet and Cyborg don’t mix. This is a well known fact. So of course sneaking into the abandoned underground lab was already out of the question. So him crashing down through ceiling was kind of to be expected.

So much for trying to tunnel his way in ‘like one of those spy movies’, he supposed. Getting unsteadily to his feet and dusting himself off, he began to take a look around. The place had an eerie atmosphere that gave Toaster the shivers, reminding him a little too much of his days with the C.E.C.D.

Gingerly stepping out of the rubble he had just created with his entrance, he began to look about the lab, hopefully he could find something cool in here. Like some new guns, or specialised alloys, or a thirty year old tin of ravioli.

She adjusted her skirt, trying to shake off any dust that had begun to collect on it or that she had inadvertently sat in. Satisfied that her skirt was clean and proper enough, she pushed through the fence gate and looked about. She liked parks, even if sometimes she felt more lonely in them than she did completely on her own.

She wandered for a few minutes, inevitably coming across one of the few inhabitants of the park that didn’t immediately intimidate her. Another robot, obviously.

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