[Video, after the Dark Hour is over tonight]

[gaveupfeeling]

It should be over now.

I suggest that the next full moon event involve candy and sparkles.

[He says this with a complete lineface.]

Comments

[gaveupfeeling]

A river that runs black, I'd assume.

[papermache]

Sadly not. They're things that rise up out of the water and try to kill you on a pretty much regular basis.

[gaveupfeeling]

I see.

[papermache]

This place is pretty hard to get used to, but eh. If it works.

[gaveupfeeling]

You've traded one regular foe for another.

[papermache]

And the same position, it looks like.

[gaveupfeeling]

Being able to detect the enemy is important.

[papermache]

Yeah, and I know I can't fight, much as it sucks.

[gaveupfeeling]

Good. There's no sense in risking yourself foolishly.

[papermache]

There's always sense in that, but I got stuff I can do. Even if none of us have machines.

[gaveupfeeling]

What work do you do?

[papermache]

Back home? Design, occasional building and repairs, and hanging back and handing out advice when the pilots are out fighting.

[gaveupfeeling]

I see. It must be useful.

[papermache]

Well, it's what I can do, and somebody needs to.

[gaveupfeeling]

Very sensible.

[papermache]

Thanks, Angel. I try.

[gaveupfeeling]

Is that what you'll call me now?

[papermache]

Might as well. Everyone's something. Like Catgirl, the cutesy girl with the stun gun, or Killjoy, the guy who skulks around like a creeper and apparently really hates toilet paper.

[gaveupfeeling]

Angel isn't bad.

[papermache]

Kay, good.