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A short burst of maniacal laughte is heard from the shadowns.
"Most people. Yes. But it not because of the hazardous conditions. It is because no filthy human dares to approach me. I don't understand why. They're only tortured for a few hours and they can even see my body collection before they die...and are added to it!". Deep, disturbing chuckles came as drips of radioactive liquids were heard falling slowly and plopping onto the ground. "Ah, but of course!" Libby continued, "Nobody is here to listen. There was never anybody here to listen. That's why I kill them. But you musn't think that I'm cold hearted. I am merely putting them out of their misery." This time she laughed so hard there were a few snorts following. "Yes. Their misery. I end it. Otherwise they would just die like my mother. In fact, she died in the very place where I am standing. I can show you the blood stain if you want!" The voice continued to ramble to itself within the depths of the chamber. Libby was desperate for something to do or someone to kill. She sat in the soggy depths waiting for a challenger to dare to enter her domain.

Sol sat silently in the gloom beneath an old manhole shaft, small creatures of odd shapes and sizes scurried around him but most ignored him or found him not much more than something to climb over, in the distance he heard the sounds of a battle and the faint chatter of what sounded like someone talking to themselves. He heard the screech of a nearby mutated rat as it was pulled into the darkness by a tentacle. 'so peaceful down here' he thought to himself, swatting away a grasping blood leech tendril that had decided he was worth attempting to snack on. With a mighty smash the sounds of battle ended abruptly, bringing an eerie silence to the tunnels. "guess that's my cue" Sol stated out loud to the darkness, as he stood up and dashed down the tunnel toward where the battle had taken place to see if he could find any thing good, before some other opportunist came along.

Sol slid to a halt at the sound of his name and peered through the bright light of the machine at the silhouetted figure standing near it. "that depends on who's asking" he said, his hand straying to the blade on his hip lest there be trouble "show yourself"

Sol relaxed at the sound of his old friends voice "oh Shorn, it's just you, I thought you were something worth fighting." he said sarcastically "but what are you doing down here?

"Well Right now I'm pretty much just loitering, I've been looking for something to do really, but nothing has presented itself as of late" Sol said, casually walking past Shorn and the robot to inspect the mutant "this is new, I've never seen this before." he said as he lifted up what was left of one of the mutants arms and pointed out the gears "it would appear that this was a cyborg who grew a bit out of his casing, seems even we aren't fully immune to the ill effects of this world" a somber tone carried through his voice as he spoke. Sol caught himself staring at the ground and shook his head, regaining his composure, before going back to searching the body for things he could use or sell.

Sol glanced over at Shorn and nodded, pulling his hand away form the power supply panel he was about to open, and throwing the arm away "so tell me, how have you been? I haven't seen you in almost three years now." he said, sorting through a few interesting piles of junk as he spoke

Leo dropped down behind shorn, some 15 feet away. "Hey you! what are you doing in the sewers? Wait a sec..." Leo said, rubbing his beard. "You guys look familiar... But who are you?" He inquired.