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[too_high]

[The feed switches on and cycles through mediums, from audio of something softly growling, to black and white armored hands, flash of a gold visor, and blue sky above as the device is fiddled with, and then settles on text. A couple moments pass before any words are entered.]

AGENT MAINE TO COMMAND. REQUESTING STATUS. UNKNOWN DEPLOYMENT. CLARIFY.

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[too_high]

[Nah, that wasn't him. But he does have the big gun-sickle thing knifle brute shot with him.]

[Anyway, there's a long pause before he answers, because the only fighting he recently remembers was against a group of rebels that shot him numerous times. Mostly in the throat. It makes him angry now to think about.]

YOU AN INNIE?

[notquitedracula]

Not sure what you'd call me, aside from a civilian. Your armored pals can vouch for me, if that makes a difference.

I get that you're not the thing we fought a few days ago? But you might want to be very careful where you point your weapons for a while. Some of us like me might have... issues.

[too_high]

WASN'T HERE A FEW DAYS AGO.

[Nope not him. Also he's not really the kind to care about other peoples issues, even if they have to do with him directly.]

[notquitedracula]

All to the good, I suppose. Just don't be surprised if some people react poorly to meeting you.

[Most other people probably can't swing battle axes with blades the size of minivans. Granted, it's not an entirely uncommon ability here...]

[too_high]

[He can't help it that he's big and a minivan-blade just fits him better than a puny little pistol ...]

I CAN HANDLE IT.

[Yes, Maine, let's just put everyone's minds at ease shall we?]