Blondie also woke up in a dark room. Looking around, he felt a little bad not having his most of his weapons and equipment. He started walking, gazing around the environment.
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The Meta slashed the whip with the blade on his brute-shot, then launched a grenade at Carmen.
OoC: @Dot: Nope, just a really crazy guy with lots of AI.
I can't take care of this many things at once. Any new arrivals will be shown to the best room they can imagine, then to the lounge. There they can talk and watch the ongoing match.
OoC: @Dot: Nope, just a really crazy guy with lots of AI.
I can't take care of this many things at once. Any new arrivals will be shown to the best room they can imagine, then to the lounge. There they can talk and watch the ongoing match.
AS Jensen wandered the halls he came across a munber of individuals milling about, brooding silently or talking to one another. Without speaking he observed them as he passed, hard eyes assessing them with the experienced professionalism of a long-time security expert. Some looked more passive than others, and some more...normal, but he suspected that none of them worked as accountants for a living.
@Kirke: Oh. Alright, cool.
As she saw the grenade coming, Carmen swung one of her wings in front of her. The gust of wind blew it off course as Carmen twirled around and slashed the air with her dagger, sending a cutting gust of wind toward the Meta.
As she saw the grenade coming, Carmen swung one of her wings in front of her. The gust of wind blew it off course as Carmen twirled around and slashed the air with her dagger, sending a cutting gust of wind toward the Meta.
Blondie ducked into the first open room he came across and closed the door. He found the accommodations to be quite to his liking. Very simple, with an extensive liquor cabinet. He took a seat in a wooden chair and watched to door.
Using her wings again, Carmen flew back and extended her hand, the circles forming around her hand. [color=bb0066] "7th circle... Violence!" [/color] A massive stream of red energy flew and consumed the grenades before flying toward the Meta.
Not for the night, no (it's only 4pm here). I'll just be gone for a couple of hours.Random berk said:
And...Bye.
Jensen wandered into a lounge with a wide panel window across one wall and a row of luxurious leather seats with a bar near the back. Ignoring these he strode to the window and looked outside. It overlooked a gladiatorial style arena with a number of combatants duelling with one another down below. He took a step back.
"What the hell is this?"
"What the hell is this?"
OOC: @Gear I'll never understand why everyone quotes that so much. He only ever said it once in the game and it was optional dialogue.
Jensen would see a moogle with a large mailbag satchel to his side.
"Hello sir, may I introduce myself, I am Mogelton, kupo." The moogle took a short bow.