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You were paid for that, Now I get paid for this!

((To Kyalin: Awesome :D))

Linnoch's eyebrow twitches irately. There might be a vein popping there shortly.

"I was picked up and bodily thrown into a temporal vortex by one of the Reavers, after I CC'ed a dragon - a DRAGON - away from the rest of the team. I don't remember EVER reporting back and getting paid."

He takes a few deep breaths, and fishes through his pockets again.

"How much, exactly?"

Tyr sneaks behind the blonde elf woma--I MEAN MAN-- and taps him on the shoulder.

Then whirls him around and sticks the minigun in his face.

"Nope."

Fifteen. And you were paid. Though you were walking around in a dress. You got paid for your services.

Linnoch blinks down the barrel of the minigun, then whirls around, staring at the goblin incredulously.

"I was WHAT - ?!?" Linnoch snaps, "Look, a lot of crazy things happened on that raid, but I don't remember ever - !"

Linnoch blinks, realizing once more that he's got a mini-gun on him, spins around again, and stares down the barrel, and then stares at Tyrynna.

"I was wondering when you'd show up."

"Hello Tyr! There is this contraption called Skype that calls you! You should join us! Also, I'm being paid for services rendered here."

Linnoch blinks and stares at Dend, in shock.

"Skype? Dend...y-you CAN'T break the fourth wall here - !" Linnoch protests, "This is our RECRUITMENT thread! This is serious, Dend, this is business! You can't just stroll in and...and DO that here - !"

Tyr cracks the frying pan over Linn's head.

"Yes she can. I'm her boss. I said so."

*She blinks at Linnoch* I am the Dendpool. I will talk to WHOMEVER I WISH!

*glares into the computer monitor* WE ARE THE DESECRATED. LOWER YOUR SHIELDS AND SURRENDER YOUR CHARACTERS. YOUR BIOLOGICAL AND TECHNOLOGICAL STATUS WILL BE ADDED TO OUR OWN. YOUR CULTURE WILL ADAPT TO SERVICE US. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.

*punches the screen, breaking it*

Akira quietly plops down somewhere in the background and sips his flask. he glances at Tyr.

"Now if only we could get this kind of activity in OUR thread, Tyrynna. Ever think of that?"

Linnoch facepalms, and shakes his head.

"Dend, I don't even know what - "

A wild Drakehide storms in, red in the face, and points an accusatory finger at Dendritus.

"RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH - !" he snarls.

Linnoch double-facepalms.

"...aaaaaaaaand then the fight started."

You're all insane.

The frying pan flies at the cranky elf in the corner. "SHUT UP, SPARKLES, NO ONE LIKES YOU."

I like it my way. Start this up.. and have others subcontract in and do the work for us

Earl Grey. Hot. *sips tea*

...This thread is progressing too quickly.

GAMBITEERS. WE NEED TO CRACK DOWN!

But... I get paid over here to continue... You just .... I dont know what you do? Cover the expenses of my damages?

Linnoch pffts at Tyrynna and sticks his tongue out at her.

"Crack down? Puh-lease," Linnoch smirks, "We take on a few decent jobs, build up a decent rep for ourselves, and we'll be kicking your butts. Hope you've got a second spare set of elementium legs."

Linnoch. Please. Be civilized. SELL her the new legs after taking the old ones.

....And then the fight started.

And Linnoch became a pincushion.

The End.