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       Chillin Like A Villain [Open to Villains]
       By: Vile Date: May 26, 2020, 2:21 pm
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       [center]((Open only to villainous characters… in case that
       wasn’t obvious :B))[/center]
       A relatively unobtrusive light clanging came from the metallic
       paws of the Cheetah Drone.  As far as robots go, Vile’s choice
       of mount could be surprisingly stealthy if it had to be.
       Though, Vile felt no need to sneak around, being a longtime
       loyalist of the city’s ruler.  At the same time, they didn’t go
       out of their way to make a spectacle of themselves.  They sat on
       the back of the Cheetah Drone as it walked down the center of an
       unused asphalt road, making a beeline for Robotropolis’s
       Headquaters.
       If they were lucky, their master would be there so they could
       report directly to him.  They greatly disliked working with
       middle men and preferred to be at the warlord’s side.  The
       looming egg-like structure of the headquarters loomed in black
       shadow before them, and behind them trailed a stale yet
       unmistakable smell of death.  Hanging off the side of the
       hyena’s mount were several trophies; tanned hides, dried hands
       and skulls of their fellow Mobian.  They were of use to the
       witch as magic ingredients, but they also had a mind to show
       them to their master so he could see what they’d been up to in
       their absence.  As well, Vile hoped the grizzly display would
       deter the local jackasses from harassing them.
       Hole-ridden ear began to rotate.  In a city filled with the
       mechanical, any noise that wasn’t a SWATbot’s foot fall or
       droning factory stood out like a sore thumb.  Vile didn’t stop
       their Cheetah Drone, but commented;
       “Have something to say to me?”
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