Zone C -- Megacity One

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee groaned and gallivanted about. Smacking plastic mannequin store front hoes upside the head with his pimpin' stick. Such was the life of a young Makara, a young subjugglator. You gotta start 'em young like that, don'tcha know? That purple blood is good for very few things, but it is certainly good for corrupt tyrannical nobility. He ran his thumb over the ancient lines of the wooden staff, the one that was basically just an oddly straight and sturdy branch. Mmm. Good wood.

"Are we there yet?" Gamzee asks, a hopeful smile alighting his face as he looks at his buddy.

"No," Strazio answers.

"Oh, damn. Been a while."

Silence for a few moments, nothing but the tmp tmp tmp of footfall.

"We there yet, Straz?"

Strazio Rockwell stops in his tracks, turns around and faces his apprentice. "N-No. No we are not."

"Ah, ah okay, no worries, sorry bout that."

Strazio eyes him suspiciously, before reluctantly turning his back and once again beginning the trek to another fucking item drop.

Silence.

"Yo, Strawso?"

The mage cringes inwardly. "Yes, Gamzee?"

"Are we there yet?"

The Defender sweeps out his apprentice's walking stick from under him, causing the bard to almost fall on his ass.

"No, you moron. We ain't there yet."

"Right right sorry dude I get it I get it," He says with a twinge of smart ass in his voice. The troll recovers on his old man cane and continues plodding along, following his mentor's lead. The city was growing, it felt like, with every step. With every little movement, a piece of the city folded in on the two and encased them further into the zone. They were not there yet, and most likely would not be there for a very long time. The beeping cheered them on, however, with the promise of help from above.

Gamzee and Strazio C16 to C21 to wait and challenge for the item drop if necessary.