Axl sits thoughtfully at the very edge of the Candle's light, head held boredly in one hand, trying to look as casual as possible. This says nothing about what's going on deeper inside, however...

Muffler enters from the east, preparing to shout a battle cry, when his gaze falls on Axl. "omgaza u iz me?!?!1.1.1?42"

Axl chokes and falls over from the sudden, neigh-incomprehensible invasion of sound on his thoughts, throwing what's initially a vengeful glance in... er... his own direction? The glare turns to confusion as he just -stares- for a few moments.

Muffler pauses for a long moment, then raises his pringle can! "ua msutf be 4 remekakaeke vireazion!!!1111one2624"

Axl blinks, more confused about this apparent clone's appearance rather than its... -unique- dialect. (Yay for internal l33t translators!) "...'Remake'? Aren't -you- kinda shoddy yourself?" He pokes Muffler's shoulder, as confused as ever.

Axl says 'And what's with the... what is that, a -Pringles can-?'

Muffler says 'iatz arzz myri gnu!!!111'

Axl stands silent for a few seconds more before raising the Blast Launcher. "No, no, -this- is a gun. -That- is just pathetic."

Muffler looks at the blast launcher, then looks annoyed. "hax!!111 tihs agme doieasant hvae greandae lauuueancherasz!!11111@247"

Axl rolls his eyes and goes back to sitting on the edge of the raised ground around the fire, waving Muffler off. "Uh-huh. You can quit cosplaying any time now, kid."

Muffler says 'btu thaiz iz haow aye dfsaress!!111111'

Axl lies down, deftly ignoring Muffler's protests. /...This guy is -totally- screwed up. / Tell me about it. / ... / ... Okay. We are NEVER agreeing again, you hear me? / Hmph. Keep denying it all you want./

Muffler aims the pringles can again. "rmaeakesazorz!!!111onde iw ialzals spoatop j00!!!!!"

Axl doesn't make any move to act, not exactly concerned about what could come out of a Pringles can.

Muffler fires off a jamming signal, then, with a battle cry of "iT ARZ sh00000000000000tyiem!!!111"

Axl 'ack!'s and rolls off the little platform again, the signal somehow hitting him in the head with some amount of force. He stumbles after standing, gripping the side of his helmet. "Dude! What the -hell-!"

Muffler says 'u araz remaraeek!111one adn yuo cluaeryl haz0razred ym dtat!!11111'

Axl throws a dangerous glare in Muffler's direction, wasting no time in darting over and attempting to grab the... -odd- version of himself by the neck...

Muffler doesn't have time to jump way. "hAx!111111one47q238946"

Axl brings Muffler an uncomfortable few inches from his face, his glare intensifying, and one could swear his eyes are turning that amber color Lumine's known for. "I am -not- one to be trifled with. Now I suggest you leave before I have to drill that fact into that -degraded- head of yours."

Muffler says '...btu i arz (QC)muffALAZRZ!11 i neadaed t0 sstaops teh remaerksz!111'

Axl says 'I don't -care-. Get out of my sight.'

Muffler somehow magically gains a short schoolgirl skirt and panties long enough to give Axl a rather... interesting view, using the distraction to try and pull away.

Axl's eyes widen to sizes never before imaginable just before he pulls away, covering his face with both hands while wailing in agony. "That's just WRONG!"

Muffler grins and dashes off, calling over his shoulder, "kka bblz wiht ve adn amperasasnd!!!!!!!!!1111"

Axl groans, defeatedly watching his new Personal Enemy No. 1 dash off into the distance. /Interesting tactic... perhaps I should-- / --DO IT AND I'LL SHOOT YOU. / But that would just make it worse on you~ / I don't CARE./