“I couldn’t be more interested if I tried. I got fifty others looking kit for a raid we’ve been wanting to do but our weapons just wouldn’t have cut it.”
Jazz paid it no mind. With her semblance actively keeping the grenade unprimed it was currently as safe as a paperweight.
"No stealing or paying required, just breaking! I want us to work together. Share discoveries, work out new ways to blow things up. That kind of thing. Are->
The squirrel just smiled as she handed over an oddly metallic looking grenade. At least, that's what it seems to be.
"Just do me a favor? Make sure you keep a really good distance from these when they blow. Plasma dust is like thermite if it also fried tech and had triple the
"You want to lose all sensation in all body parts below your waist? Just..."
A deep, heavy, weary sigh. One would be forgiven for thinking it came from Oz in a meeting with Peter himself.
"Just think about that for a minute."