[center][u][h3]Echo Marine, Albus Aliquam, Tawne Adagio[/h3][/u]
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While in truth the length of time between the arrival of Tawne and Echo, and the arrival of Albus and Burgundy might not have been so great, neither of the first pair were blessed with patience.  Therefore, when confronted by their remaining teammates after a painfully boring wait and not in the least bit consoled by a flashy entrance, tasty snack, or festival prize, neither Echo nor Tawne appeared particularly thrilled.  The latter, naturally, spoke first.  [color=CD5700]”Jeez! Did you not get the memo?  Or the announcement?  Can you even hear me right now?  If not, say nothing.”[/color]

He stroked his chin and waited, pensive.  Albus rolled his eyes.  “Get off it, Tawne.  It took a minute to find an airship.  And this…this thing happened.”  Discretely he looked left and right, as if a single soul in the landing bay of Amity Colosseum might be even the slightest bit interested in what he had to say.  “I’ll tell you later.”

Shrugging, Tawne turned to Burgundy.  [color=CD5700]“You didn’t lead my buddy astray, didja, miss mouth?  Whatever, you can say sorry later.  Right now we have a coupla things to attend to before we go to the arena.  First: weapons.  Second: there is no second.  All of our weapons arrived here like an hour ago.”[/color]  He indicated the direction that BEAT should go, haven painstakingly extracted the information from a passerby quite possibly as obnoxious as he.

[color=0070FF]”No, pinhead.  Our weapons are in these flyin’ lockers we can call when it’s our turn to kick ass.  Jus’ use your scroll.”[/color]  A withering yet amazed glance flew her way.  Had he only been told, the entire conversation with the random dipstick could have been avoided—a fact Tawne knew Echo knew, yet she made no attempt to step in.  [color=CD5700]”Thank.  You.  Echo.”[/color]  The bespectacled keyboarder glanced at the other members of BEAT.  [color=CD5700]”Anything else I should know?”[/color]

Albus raised a hand, student-like.  “I’m hungry, actually.  Never got any noodles.”  Seeing Burgundy walking, he followed suit, and the entire team left the landing bay in single file.

On the way to the arena, they halted in a short hallway full of vendors.  Tawne, in fact, nearly crashed into Albus when his friend stopped abruptly.  Navigating carefully around him, he beheld what astonished Albus so and let his jaw drop.  [color=CD5700]”Oh, my my...”[/color]

Without taking his eyes off the prize, Albus nodded.  “I know, right.  You thinking what I’m thinking?”

Singularly focused, Tawne returned the gesture.  [color=CD5700]“Boy am I.  But it’s so…massive.  And thick.  How could you get it all inside you?  No, wait, I got it.  I’ve still got some room in me.  We can tag-team it.  You can go first.  If there’s any left, make sure you get me a part your mouth hasn’t touched.  Don’t think of the consequences, man!  Together, we can swallow the whole wiener, no matter how big!”[/color]

Echo and Burgundy looked back.  For some reason, the boys had stopped completely at some guy’s shop and appeared to be intently focused on something behind the counter.  As she watched, the shopkeeper lugged the great, brown shape up and slapped it on the countertop, before grabbing his buns and laying them out beside.  Despite her initial shock and disbelief, Echo shrugged.  [color=0070FF]”They’re just getting’ a novelty-size hot dog.  I bet the bozos are gonna use it for some crappy joke.”[/color]  Shaking her head, she continued with her partner toward the arena to find a seat, with her teammates not far behind.