Day 59: Sun Room (4th Shift)

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After an intercom broadcast like that, Kurogane felt somewhat better about the little information he'd gotten from Harrington the previous night. The man only sounded competent when he needed to but was an idiot otherwise. Unfortunately that was furthered proof of the General not employing the brightest of staff members, making another option for information closed to them.

Kurogane was again some steps ahead of his escort when he reached the Sun Room and ignored the soldier further as the ninja headed to look over the bulletin. Last time he'd missed something, and he wasn't about to have that happen a second time. With some searching he located Tsubaki's messages to others he didn't know but found nothing either written by the magician or addressed to him. That being the case, he left the board without any of his own writing and sought out a chair over a couch. If he didn't leave open a space by him, he had a better chance of being left alone. Or so he believed.

[free bird! bear]

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Scott nodded, peering over the edge with Woody for a moment. "Affirmative. We stand against the forces of the evil Doom Girl — for reasons including a total overreaction to friendly fire, and a subsequent threat on the life of one Scott Pilgrim, i.e. myself."

He eyed the blue-haired girl's work with a narrowing gaze. She was working faster now, and it looked like she had someone new standing on her side now. If the silver-haired boy (who looked kind of familiar, but whom Scott couldn't identify at this distance) ended up helping her, they could be in trouble, he thought. What kind of trouble, he had no idea, but considering it was Doom Girl, he knew he had to expect some kind of trouble.

He glanced back over at Woody, unable to help another grin. It looked like the ex-toy was really getting into this. Guess I shouldn't be surprised, he thought, a flash of the opening scene to the first Toy Story coming to mind. Strangely enough, though, picturing the animated Woody next to his real live counterpart didn't weird him out anymore. The guy was just a friend at this point, same as Indy, same at Peter. It didn't matter where or what a person came from anymore — from Middle-Earth to Sesame Street, everyone in Landel's was on the same level. And for all the bad things that went on in it, that was one of the few things Scott could honestly say he liked about the place.

"What do you think? You think Pretty Boy there is gonna join her legion of evil?" he asked, still grinning as he nodded toward the other fort.

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Woody faintly raised an eyebrow. Doom Girl? Not the most imaginative name, but he could run with that. Either way, it sounded like she and Scott had some kind of rivalry going on. Fair enough! Woody had led armies before during Andy's childhood games. He could do it again here.

"Well, then, sounds like a declaration of war's in order," he agreed with a nod. Some silver-haired kid (honestly, hairstyles these days...) was with Doom Girl, but it wasn't clear whether they'd teamed up or not. Even if they had, they didn't necessarily outnumber him and Scott. No big deal, right?

When Scott asked for his opinion, Woody rubbed his chin. "It'd be easier to figure that out if we had someone to gather intelligence," he admitted. "But we don't, soooo...I guess we'll just have to make that call from here." Narrowing his eyes, he zeroed in on the boy in question. "With hair like that, though, doesn't he look like he takes himself too seriously to join any kind of 'legion of evil'?" Then again, Doom Girl wasn't much better. Maybe they were two peas in a pod.

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Scott liked the way Woody was talking, if he was talking war with Doom Girl. It would be the best war. The doomiest war. Oh how glorious it would be.

The girl seemed to be enjoying her company, and the boy wasn't wandering away. The longer they stood there, the more likely it seemed that the two might ally themselves, and Scott said as much: "I dunno, man. They look like they're doing the whole 'Ohoho, I made an impressive villain point.' 'Oh my my, how impressive indeed. Let me impress you back.' thing. At least as far as I can tell. Pretty Boy could turn at any moment for all we know."

His hand rested on top of a pillow stack just in case.