Paint Ball

Dreemurr Toriel  	Upon the many floating islands, the sun is blotted out by gray storm clouds, the threat of rain and thunder high in the air. Perfect for the game. For those who have chosen to be apart of this paint filled battle have been transported to a part of the island that is heavily forested. Trees as high as the sky, grass as far as the eye can see, rock formations, bushes, a couple of rivers, caves, large hills, and some mountainous areas. On the island, the teams are on opposite sides of the forest, in a clearing. In the center of the clearing is a pit for a bonfire and several folded chairs, the Red Team is on the right side of the island and the Blue Team on the left side. "Alright," The gentle voice of Toriel is heard, the goat mom deciding to join in. On her person are a couple of pistols, a standard rifle, two belts of paint, one across her chest and the ones for the pistols is attached to the belt loop of the jean shorts.[C][delete]
Dreemurr Toriel  	The former queen tights the bandanna around her head and straightens out the white shirt that says no mercy on it. Heh, going all out, black paint is under those eyes while wearing black fingerless gloves. Upon her back is a bag filled with balloons holding paint. Eyes looking out at everyone with a huge grin on that face. "Hello my child, Blue, Asgore, ready to have some fun today?" Eyes sparkling with excitement. While they are on the opposite sides of the island, this should also give the teams time to coordinate with one another and to plan, they can head out whenever ready, no rush, remember to have fun.[E]


Lord Prometheus  	Being teleported out to a new area, he looked around and quirked a brow. "Alright? So it seems I was taken to a battle arena?" He shrugged his shoulders before standing up. He snapped his finger as his white clothing switched over, now wearing a mainly all black clothing followed by a dark red leather trench coat. His rifle appeared on his back followed by his sidearm to his side, a black kevlar military vest covering his chest. The vest held a few mags of his rifle ammo plus extra mags for his side arm. "Lets see what parameters I am dealing with here." He pulls up his rifle and pulls the bolt back, locking it in place. The round was not the usual FMJ he carried, but a paint filled round. He quirked a brow before shrugging his shoulders. He let the bolt fly back forward with its usual loud clang before strapping it to his back. He moved his hand over to grab his sidearm and pulled it out, pulling the slide back and looking down the barrel. Finding it suitable, he let the slide -c-
Lord Prometheus  	forward before reholstering it on his side. He turned to look at his team with a light smile, putting his hands in his pockets as a pair of red rimmed sunglasses appeared on him. "Yaall ready to kick some ass?"

Boss Asgore  	The location was lovely. Perfect for a bit of action. Asgore straightened two bandoleers of paintball canisters, crossed over his chest. He wore an old, maroon shirt with a collar, and a pair of worn-out dress pants, and was adorned with a single, large rifle, and a few pistols on his person. A dour expression on his face, he popped his knuckles, and then his neck. "Quite. Though forgive me if I seem a bit too far on the serious side. I have something of a history with guns." He admitted, checking his gun to ensure it was in working order. He may be on the older side, but he wasn't going to be shuffled off the table without one hell of a fight. He'd teach those kids a thing or two about messing with a Mob Boss. But most of all, he wanted to see what this.. 'Paintball' was all about. He lifted the rifle onto his shoulder. "Based on the location, we'll need to watch for traps, surprise attacks, and the possibility of a long-range shooter. Toriel, I think you would have some experience-c-
Boss Asgore  	in this field, what do you suggest we enact as a plan?" He asked, turning to face her, his face unchanging. He was in business mode now.

sans the popular  	Sans turned a sparkling gaze onto Toriel as she spoke up, giving her his full attention as he shuffled closer to his teammates. With his own gun strapped to his back and an ammo pack strapped to his hips, the plucky skeleton bounced excited as he gave the others a friendly wave. "GREETINGS FRIENDS!" Mweh heh heh! For once his ensemble wasn't that bright and cheery white and blue, that's be too noticible in the dark and stealth was the key to this game! Instead, he donned a dark blue cloak with the hood pulled up over tight fitted underclothes, scarf gone along with the boots, he opted for some black running shoes to silently move through the woods tonight. Awe yeah! Dressed to impress! Sans adjusted the gun strap over his shoulder, looking up to Toriel with a cheery smile before coyly lifting his cloak and flashing her with an array of smaller pistols holster to his body. So sneaky. "lookin' good guys! ready for battle?" Playfully cocks two finger guns at them and shoots them.
sans the popular  	No mercy! "I can watch for trap and even set a few of my own. I'm a very good trap maker." Waggles his brows at his teammates.

Fell Toriel  	Is today the day of paint ball? Y-yes it is. Today is INDEEED this day, the not so sane goat woman is standing there looking rather nervous while wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Asgore said it will be alright, and she believes him...however, the bad news is that they are on different teams..no no, Toriel this is for socialization. Strapped to her back is a standard gun with an ammo belt around the side of her chest and well, some balloons filled with pain around the waist. Nervous claw clicking only to have red eyes scan around. O-oh someone is here, a nervous smile is seen on that face. "Ahh, y-y-yes k-kic-kicking a-ass! W-we can d-do that. Wh-what is the plan?" Eyes blink up at Prometheus while smiling gently, waiting for the other team members to show up. "Forgive me, I am rather n-new to this..."

The Crimson Reploid  	Zero sighed a little, watching the man conjure clothes and shoot off a round. He'd left his blade back at his room.. For THIS? Whatever. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. We just have to shoot the other guys four times, right?" He asked, turning off his targeting radar. He had spotted the other group moving about, but he deleted their coordinates from his data set. It simply wasn't fair. He would be wearing clothing, but the armor saw to it that no such luck would be had. The Reploid shrugged a little with a scowl. If he could get fourteen metric fluid tons of saltwater and oil out of his armor and hair, a little paint couldn't do shit to him. He saw a nervous-looking goat woman approach and nodded at her, silver hair bobbing. "I'm gonna go ahead and assume I'm the point man, considering I'm literally glinting in the sunlight." He snarked, even though he was indeed correct.

MilesPrower  	Tails took a look around at his team. Too bad Sonic wouldn't see any of this madness. The fox had to lines of black paint under his eyes. There was a belt of paint round crossed his chest much like an ammo belt for a machine gun. All Rambo style tonight he also sported a heavy automatic paint gun. The fox was decked out with black army boots, green camo pants, black fingerless gloves, and a green bandanna tied around his forehead. Two pistols were holstered to his sides along with a few paintball balloons. "I'm locked and loaded. They will taste the terror of our might tonight. Muhahahaha!" There was a short cough to clear his throat. "But seriously, I'm ready." -e-

The pacifist  	Just in time, being teleported and well, heh here she is. The mass floofer! Eyes up everyone else only to give them all a thumbs up. "Heh, sup momma? Oh, hi floof dad and blue! Oh, it would seem...heh! This is going to be fun. Wearing a black tank top with shorts and black combats. Upon her back is an orange Super Soaker filled with paint. Oh, yeah this going to be alright, No jacket today, however, she does have a partial gas mask on, the top half of the face is seen while the bottom half is not. "Blue is good with traps, Mom and Dad here should be tanks, I am going to handle the speed. So, what's the plan?"

Overlord Sans  	He's actually surprised by the amount of people to show up on his team, an unfair advantage to the Blue Team, but strength came in number and he's not complaining one bit! Feh, fuck the enemy team! "Wow, look at this edgy band of warriors! Hope you're all good with a gun cuz I don't plan on losing to those weakass pipsqueaks!" The skeleton strolled up behind the jittering Toriel, only gracing her with a simple glance before judging the rest of the team with a frown. For once the monster was dressed down in simple black, a comfty tee and jeans and a pair of combat boots. Yeah, he wasn't dressing up for this shit show but also wasn't planning on being taken out so easily. He hoisted a paintloaded sniper riffle over his shoulder and let out a yawn, strangely calm for possible war.

Tori  	Reddish pink eyes glitter at everyone, including a taller....unhinged version of herself. This is going to be...GREAT! Having switched outfits for this, the small goat is wearing a reddish pink tank top with a black skirt and leggings to match. Duel pistols in place upon either hip, ammo boxes belted there. A pink scarf is tied around her neck with black fingerless gloves. "Heh, yes they will ALL tremble in fear! We are team red!" Tee Hee Hee! Oh, Sans had better watch out! OH! Prancing right up to Lord, a giggle is heard,"Hello there my Lord, I will try." Eyes Prom and waves. Oh, a vute fox and a shiny man. "Hi hi! I'm Tori! It's nice to meet you!"


Frisk No Risk  	Aaaah.. Paintball an American pass time... What is more fun than getting shot up with balls of paint that would leave severe bruises that stung like a mother fucker if you weren't wearing armor or protective gear! Or the fact that if you were a chick and got shot in the chest... You were left with a bruise that would look like you were badly beaten... And it'd hurt just as much.... Oh, boy, did it hurt. BUt there... Standing proud and tall.... Was a Frisk! One of many Frisk! But a mute frisk! The Friskiest of Frisk! Willing to take risks! They call her... Risky Frisky! But.... This was a just Frisky business for her! What was life with out a little risk after all? Well, it wasn't fun! That was certain! She looked to the other red team members. Offering a silent nod. She looked to the stuttering Toriel and offered a smile and thumbs up. Looking for the robot... And the Fox boy... Aaaand... The other male. Most of them...[C]

Frisk No Risk  	Not seeming familiar with the exception of the tiny Toriel and the one she just offered a thumbs up too. How many versions of this woman were there? She didn't think too long on it! OH! And her buddy! The Tsansdere! She waved at him with a large smile... And then returned to Rambo wanna be mode. Instead the mute was decked out in heavy clothing. Well Enough to avoid nasty bruises. Maybe just small ones. A pair of goggles rested on the top of her head. Her look gleaming with sheer...DETERMINATION! In one hand she held a paint ball gun... She had no idea how to load it. She might need to ask for help or figure that out on her own .Given... She could not ask and left her tablet at home... Instead, just she'd need to rely on hand gestures or sign language. She didn't have time to sit there and write. Her cheeks were marked with black lines... Like she was getting ready to go to war. And under the goggles was a tied camouflage bandana patterned bandana.[C]
Frisk No Risk  	She was ready for this! Take the Risk! And you get the Frisk! In her head.... the opening line to 'Be a Man' Played in her head..... 'Let's get down to business... ' [E]

Air Pirate Tron Bonne  	Tron Bonne scrambled onto the teleporter pad, So late, so late, so late! She scrambled over to the goat people, and the human! "OOOH-HO-HO-HO! I have arrived! No need to fear, Tron Bonne is here! And I've brought friends! NUMBERS 1 THROUGH SEVEN, PRESENT! ARMS!" She crowed, as seven small robots fanned out behind her, brandishing water balloons filled with paint, and an airspray canister. We don't talk about #5. She wore a steel grey T-Shirt with "Bonne the Bitch" Emblazoned upon it, and a set of pistols on her. "Let's go, Let's go!" She called out, "Let's hear the plan, Goat Lady. My Servbots'll work as a collective entity. I point them in a direction, and they don't stop until the job is done." She snickered. Oh, this was gonna be GOOD.

Boss Asgore  	Asgore was just beginning to load his gun and approach Toriel, when a young woman came sprinting in, and started yelling about Servbots and such. He couldn't help blinking a little in surprise. "I.. Right.. So, Umm.. Toriel, I suppose a late start is better than no start. Anyways, I suppose we could go with my plan.. But that involves breaking at least one of them at the kneecaps. And taking hostages, and then painting them anyway. Unless you're okay with this turning... Graphic, I'm alright with whatever plans are offered." He explained, pulling a few balloons off a pouch slung across his waist. "Unless you'd like to just get in there and see what happens?" He asked."I'm fine with either, actually." He mused, placing the balloons back and cocking the rifle.


Dreemurr Toriel  	And so it begins, eyes look over at everyone. Oh dear, it would seem that they are all looking to her for advice? Well then, clearing her throat the goat woman removes the backpack and hands it to the Blueberry. Should he take it, well he would be surprised by the weight of the bag alone, it is rather heavy. "Welcome Tron Bonne, I am Toriel, this is Asgore, Blueberry, and Frisk. It is better to be late than to not show up." With pleasantries out of the way, the former Queen lets out a breath and presses both paw-like hands together while saying in a gentle voice. "First, Blueberry, I trust you to plant these balloons where ever. Miss Bon, I would like your bots to do recon. You will be intel, but please protect yourself....." Looks at Asgore, almost in a deadpan way. "No breaking knee caps, there might be children and those are my friends! However, hostages are good." Eyes look at Frisk only to snicker,"I won't tell you what to do, you be yourself." Ahh for the rest of the plans.[C][delete]
Dreemurr Toriel  	"Go high and low, there might be people at advantage points, try not to get noticed and make sure to watch yourself. We need to hit them four times before they hit us. Devise escape plans and well...play it safe. Make sure to keep your eyes peeled at all times." Breaking up into pairs would have been a good idea...but, well there are only five...oh wait. "Actually, Blueberry and I will go on a head, Asgore and Frisk go with each other. Bon, I am sure you have your ways of finding people." She nods and then looks to Sans, "Ready?" If so then she would begin to walk off, hoping he would follow after.[E]


Fell Toriel  	And with that, the Fell monster looks down towards the skeleton and offers him a broken but sweet smile. "H-h-hello s-skeleton friend. Fluffy, child, Fancy toaster, magic, and small me." Twitches some more only to lean against the OverLord, is not sorry but is also comforted by seeing him, for whatever reason it is calming. "I shall learn and w-what is the plan? Run in an-and gun in? Or do we, hunt them down? OH! Hostages sh-should b-be a th-thing!" Nod nods and is eyeing everyone else with red eyes. Twitching and shaking from either nervousness or fear....both? More than likely. "Also we could do teams yes? Yes? Right?" SOmeone has to lead, it is not this woman. "C-could we al-also claw at them?Oh wait no, can't do that." Thinks. "Snip-sniping, yes, four times....ehehe. Oh, Fri-frisk, if we do spl-split up could I-I-I go with yo-you?" Claws are still clicking together.

Frisk No Risk  	Frisk tapped her chin. Eying her team members. She looked to the timid Toriel who seemed to have a nervous twitch. Was that normal for her? She started to sign out to the woman. 'Sure, but are you going to be okay?' The stuttering was a bit concerning in her eyes. But perhaps she wasn't aware it was a trait of the others. She didn't have a problem with going off with the other. And instead smiled a bit. Looking to the edge lord she knew as the Tsansdere she nodded. Looking to him. She wasn't one for forming a plan at this point. instead of signing again, to save time, she pointed to Toriel with her hand and cocked her head in her direction. Meaning 'I like that idea.' The hostage's thing. This was a game of war! Ther was no pacifist route here. Besides, it wasn't like any one was going to die.... Right? RIGHT?! Yea... No, no one was going to die cause of paintball. She looked to the small strawberry and then to the Fox kid and the robot...[C]
Frisk No Risk  	She offered a friendly wave and a smile. She opened her eyes to reveal brilliant ruby hues. She showed she was ready to get down and dirty. She rose up her paint ball gun in her hand. Keeping the muzzle down, as to not make any safety mistakes. She was showing she was ready to roll. Especially with what ever role she was given. Recon... Not a good idea... She wasn't sure where she'd fit in. But... both teams had a frisk! Both teams had a determined ball of... Well, energy. Maybe. Meh.[E]

Lord Prometheus  	Prome looked to the assortment in front of him an moved a hand to his chin, running through his mind. After a moment, he put his hand down and looked to Toriel wit ha light smile. "The splitting up plan actually could pan out well. Heres my thought on splitting up. As for teams, and please bear with my names, the mute child, nervous goat and Lord. Fox, roboman and myslef. Small goat can be our recon. Fox and mute child could give covering fire while moving positions and hold the enemy back. Snipers will be overwatch for their respective teams, main infantry will attempt to push the front lines with the heavy and sniper support. Recon will scout ahead of both respective teams and give a signal of Recons choosing. As for the hostage thing, I think grabbing hostages would be more a waste of time in a all out battle. Does this grouping work out for everyone else?"

MilesPrower  	Tails took a moment to look over his group of allies. The nervous goat woman again made Tails a bit uncomfortable. He waved to all of his team mates. "I've got the heavy fire covered. I have no problems with keeping them pinned down for everyone to get their shots in." Briefly he nods at the silent person. Was she another Frisk? There were two different goat ladies here. But Tails wasn't here to ponder the paradox that was going on around here. He was here to paint some enemies. "I'm ok with the setup. I'll try to spook them out with my shots. They have to react to my shots one way or another." The robot had his interest as well. No time to worry about robots Tails. Keep it together. Focus. Shoot paint balls at the blue team. There was a skeleton he hadn't seen before. Sentient skeletons. Check. Robots. Check. Goat people. Check. Human children. Check. This other guy was a different story. He looked very powerful. Totally a normal bunch with a fox included. -e-

Overlord Sans  	He wouldn't argue against being called skeleton friend but he only retorted with a small huff as the the Fell monster leaned on him. Since when was he an support beam? How fucking rude! while deadpanning at the rest of the group, those crimson hues slowly flickered over to Prometheus as the skeleton offered him a coy smile. "Alright, sharpshooter, that sounds good to me. But I don't plan on hanging back forever." And he wasn't planning on hanging around much longer, they had ground to cover. More importantly, he had a certain blue skeleton to take out first before they got any leverage. If anything, it wouldn't surprise him if Sans and Queenie were the masterminds of their team. Toriel had war tactic and Sans was a relentless fighter. Feh, hope the Red Team is ready to see some wild shit. The Overlord moved quickly and disappeared into the surrounding woods, soon taking off into a sprint and searching for higher ground. He'll be fine by himself.

sans the popular  	The skeleton was right by her side in an instant, arms raised up and ready to take the backpack from the former Queen before letting out a startled grunt as he sank down a bit. H...Heavy! The weight was a surprise, but nothing he couldn't handle! Heck! He's suplexed boulder twice his size easily! Mweh heh heh! "okie!" Sans chimed out with a bright grin as he shuffled the pack around and looped it onto his back, steadying himself with an excited cackle. She brought traps! And who better to deploy them than him? SANS THE MASTER TRAP DISASTER! MWEH HEH HEHA-- Oh right, they should be taking off soon to get a head start on the enemy. "don't worry too much about me! i'll get these set up in a jiffy! in the ground, in the tree tops, in the shadows, nowhere will be safe!" The exuberant monster perked up and obediently followed after the woman on cue, turning to wave a hand over his shoulder wishing his team the best of luck. LET THE HUNGER GAMES BEGIN!

The Crimson Reploid  	Zero had been listening to the plan, and to the other people, not that it showed. In half a minute he had a semi-automatic rifle fully assembled and ready to fire, and in another twenty seconds he had a pistol assembled. He then stared at nothing in particular. Before the man was done speaking, Zero walked over to the nervous looking goat and tapped her arm lightly with his knuckles, without breaking stride. "C'mon, Goat Lady. That's our cue. You're with me. Think you can keep up?" He asked, walking briskly into the woods, rifle at the ready. He looked back to see if the goat woman was keeping up. "C'mon, let's keep it moving. Don't want to get caught by the enemy, do you?" He barked, battle coding in full swing as he picked up the pace, scanning the horizon line for hostiles. He was well-suited to this type of work, and it showed. It would be tricky to get the drop on him, even with a second person. Though he preferred to work alone. there was less collateral damage that way.


The pacifist  	Oh! He he he he he! That works, tanks and damage dealers. That pairing sounds amazing, too bad Boss couldn't be here, ahh well. Hoping on top of his shoulders the human begins to pump her paint filled super soaker and looks down at him. "No knee cap busting dad, but we can sure as Hell take hostages." A delighted giggle is heard only to lean against his neck. "I can keep look out from here, shoot at the first sign of danger." Giggles and thumbs up, oh heh yea Tron and the bots. "That sounds good Tron, Ehehehe! NO MERCY!" Well, mercy because of the gun...but..NO FRACKING MERCY! The shit head has spoken her peace, now...OFF TO BATTLE! "On ward goat dad! They have spoken!" Pointing a head an evil laughter rings out scaring some birds.

Tori  	Recon? Oh heck yea! Watching Lord walk off a delighted smile coils on that face only to bolt out. No magic with that speed, just natural bolting. This dude has the right idea. Dashing and Zig Zagging around the smaller goat scans the area with her eyes only to leap up. The thought to summon a platform was there but that would be cheating...and cheating is wrong. Alright! Legs land upon a trunk and springs upward, one arm in the air, hand open. The branch is grasped onto. Scanning the area, nothing...all clear. Hopping from tree to tree the strawberry stops every few seconds to try and obtain stealth only to be on the move, looking out for the enemy, oh yea...they will get ...painted on! Tee Hee Hee! Training don't fail now!

Air Pirate Tron Bonne  	Tron fished something out of a bag on her person before the group started to disperse. "Wait! Before you go!" She called out, pulling a set of radios. "Take these. We'll use them to communicate!" She offered, handing the impromptu party a radio apiece. She then started walking, taking a wide path around the side of the forest. "Numbers 1 through 7! Leeet's.. MOVE OUT!" She crowed, waving a hand in a grandiose manner as the yellow bots scurried in a circle formation around her. She took as wide a path as possible, setting up small tracks that only she could recognize as meaning anything, marking her way back. The Servbots went ahead, to scout for the other team while she watched from afar, hiding behind trees and peeking out. After a few minutes passed, she clicked on her radio. "Tron Bonne to Toriel, repeat, Tron Bonne to Toriel, no sign of 'em yet, Any luck on your end? Over." She asked, peeking around the tree again. The servbots moved as a loose group, checking this way and that.

Boss Asgore  	Asgore smiled as Frisk climbed up him. "Oh, alright, I suppose if EVERYONE'S against it.. No kneecap busting." He joked, starting to walk off before being stopped by Tron and handed off a pair of radios. "Why thank you." He replied with a nod, handing the floofer one of the radios that was almost too small for his hand and taking her into the forest. "Keep a sharp eye out, Frisk. You never know when we'll get attacked... But don't worry, I'll protect you." He assured her, a serious tone to his voice as he held his gun up to his chest, glancing this way and that. "Don't be afraid to use me as a shield if things go wrong, okay?" He requested, slowly poking his way around. stealth was more or less a lost concept for a man of his.. Stature, but he could at least be cautious.

Dreemurr Toriel  	Oh? Collecting two radios for the both of them, the woman nods. "Ahh, yes thank you so very much, Tron. These will be handy." Moving to catch up with Sans, oh dear. "Sorry, I forgot how heavy it would be for you." Even though she might be somewhat ruthless when it comes to acting out strategy, some times. After handing Sans his radio the goat peacefully walks along side, strides fast enough to keep up. "Oh yes, that is why I pointed you to be one of my guards." A light giggle is heard, both eyes closed for a moment. Once far enough out the woman stops and goes to hide behind a tree while looking around, things seem alright. "Alright, Blue begin the setup, I will keep you covered." Pulling out those pistols and taking a stance the woman raises her guard up.

Fell Toriel  	Okay, so the child was into the idea but not the other....mmm, goat woman sighs some what to do now? Oh! Feeling movement, Toriel jumps and looks down. "S-s-so-sor-sorry!" Oh, dear, did not mean to lean on him, j-just was trying to be friendly...does the kindly goat man only enjoy it when she is leaning on him? Affection is weird. Ahh well, oh the Fancy Toaster, looking at him as he approaches and pokes. "Wi-with y-you? Oh alright!" She is indeed able to keep up. Hands on her rifle, pulling it out. Nervous twitching ensues. Red eyes take in the area while wanting to shrink down. "I-I wil-will try not d-dra-drag you d-down..." That voice so soft...so...nervous.

Frisk No Risk  	Frisk offered a salute to the tactician! Not having much to say in regards to nicknames. Then again when did she have much to actualy verbally say? She looked to the others before she watched each member depart. Well, those who did. The teams being split up and made. No, go on the hostages which were fine in her book. It was just an idea. She cocked her gun and started to... Wait... wasn't nervous goat lady supposed to be with her and Sans? Or.. Oh okay, Sans disappeared off into the woods by himself... And Nervous goat lady... Going off with the toaster... Who.. Okay.. Well, She looked over to Miles and shrugged. Giving confused stare to the team mates that remained. Then to the tactician man... She shrugged a bit and cocked her head. her team was split up into other directions and one playing lone wolf. Did she cover him? Or cover them? She was a bit at a loss. She wasn't too sure. She looked back and just followed from distance the team of the toaster and the nervous Toriel.[c]
Frisk No Risk  	At this point she wasn't sur what the hell she was supposed to do. It was like the only person who stuck to the plan aside from the fox and tactician as she dubbed him... Was the Strawberry who was already zipping away for recon. She kept her eyes out and looked around. Keeping her gun drawn. This was probably not going to end idealy if things kept up this way. She looked back in the direction she originated from. To see if by chance she was being motioned back at all. Otherwise... She was guessing at this point. She gave mental sigh... And the song... be man continued to hum around in her head.... Switching to the Mission impossible theme.... This was her way of keeping herself.... focused. To say the least. She was keeping her eys peeled and moving as quietly as she could.[e]

Frisk No Risk  	Frisk offered a salute to the tactician! Not having much to say in regards to nicknames. Then again when did she have much to actualy verbally say? She looked to the others before she watched each member depart. Well, those who did. The teams being split up and made. No, go on the hostages which were fine in her book. It was just an idea. She cocked her gun and started to... Wait... wasn't nervous goat lady supposed to be with her and Sans? Or.. Oh okay, Sans disappeared off into the woods by himself... And Nervous goat lady... Going off with the toaster... Who.. Okay.. Well, She looked over to Miles and shrugged. Giving confused stare to the team mates that remained. Then to the tactician man... She shrugged a bit and cocked her head. her team was split up into other directions and one playing lone wolf. Did she cover him? Or cover them? She was a bit at a loss. She wasn't too sure. She looked back and just followed from distance the team of the toaster and the nervous Toriel.[c]
Frisk No Risk  	At this point she wasn't sur what the hell she was supposed to do. It was like the only person who stuck to the plan aside from the fox and tactician as she dubbed him... Was the Strawberry who was already zipping away for recon. She kept her eyes out and looked around. Keeping her gun drawn. This was probably not going to end idealy if things kept up this way. She looked back in the direction she originated from. To see if by chance she was being motioned back at all. Otherwise... She was guessing at this point. She gave mental sigh... And the song... be man continued to hum around in her head.... Switching to the Mission impossible theme.... This was her way of keeping herself.... focused. To say the least. She was keeping her eys peeled and moving as quietly as she could.[e]