when destructive creativity isn't enough // building outpost

[blackjack]

For fuck's sake, the Ardent was one noisy bitch. Time and time again Blackjack was left astonished by how well Vale could project vis voice across the Pitt's vast domain — it was a truly marvelous feat. The jaguar had appeared behind Kold and Mr. Snuggles as a gesture of offering his hand in assistance for the task at hand. "I can build shit," he said with a twitch of his ear. Barely, sure, but it was possible. He did repair his entire current treehouse, after all. Not that it was particularly fun.

[glow=#f4c430,2,300]how to rob men blind[/glow] — ♠