[ He has to nearly shout to be heard over the cacophony of engine, gears, scraping metal, cats, and gunshots because it keeps getting worse. The felidae have roaring after the brake sends them to careen into the divider (which holds for now) and Rook's ass ends up on the fucking dashboard, back against the windshield and roof, because he's not buckled in. ]
Yeah, I have smoke bombs because I pack my gear.
[ Rook produces a handful of smoke bombs, more than enough to clog the alley in smoke while Jason guns it to lose them in whatever the next turn is. See? This is competence. Bringing standard gear to a patrol is basic competence, idiot. He'll keep them ready at the ready, but he continues to give him a hard time about it. ]
I'm touching your shit. Every morning. I'm packing your belt because I'm not healing you if you forget to pack a goddamn extra clip!
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[ He has to nearly shout to be heard over the cacophony of engine, gears, scraping metal, cats, and gunshots because it keeps getting worse. The felidae have roaring after the brake sends them to careen into the divider (which holds for now) and Rook's ass ends up on the fucking dashboard, back against the windshield and roof, because he's not buckled in. ]
Yeah, I have smoke bombs because I pack my gear.
[ Rook produces a handful of smoke bombs, more than enough to clog the alley in smoke while Jason guns it to lose them in whatever the next turn is. See? This is competence. Bringing standard gear to a patrol is basic competence, idiot. He'll keep them ready at the ready, but he continues to give him a hard time about it. ]
I'm touching your shit. Every morning. I'm packing your belt because I'm not healing you if you forget to pack a goddamn extra clip!