We Are Our Avatars II Over. Done. Finished. Other synonyms for complete.

[Chungus]

"Thanks. When all this shit's over, I'll buy you a drink."
He said as he lit a cigarette.
"You know... never thought I'd say this, but I'm starting to like you."

 

[Drakmorg]

Reginald chuckled and said, "And I never thought I'd hear someone say something like that."

 

[Slenn]

"Need a light?" She says as she creates a plasma arc across her middle and index finger as a lighter.

 

[Wackymon]

Doctor Com to Reginald on fire.
"Hey, sorry about just dissapearing like that, dimensional things to do."

 

[Chungus]

"Don't let it go to that drunk head of yours."
Michael replied with a casual tone.

"No, that's alright, I can control fire to some extent."
He replied to EMily.
After walking for some more he asked.
"What are we looking for again?"

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Gamma looks at EMily's fingers. "That's... pretty fucking cool."

 

[Drakmorg]

"A Grocery store." Reginald shuffled through his pack a bit. "Also some place to get ammo. I could use some more shells."

 

[Kirke]

"The ammo part might be a bit difficult, sweden isn't really friendly to guns."

 

[Wackymon]

Doctor Com shook his head in an aproving manor, when it dawned on him... "Reginald? I have no money."

 

[Random berk]

Galen was irritated. This city was noisy and smelly, and whenever he found a quiet place to meditate, such as the cantina where he had eaten, he was quickly escorted from the premise, by staff who looked at him as though he was a homeless person. To be fair, with his ruined robes and battered appearance, he looked like one. Eventually he had tried to meditate in a secluded alley only to be set on by a group of lowlifes. Though he saw them off with no difficulty,he had to leave the scene immediately after. Now as he wandered down the street, he drew far too much nervous attention from passersby. Finally he sighed and ducked into a shop, where he quickly selected a loose fitting pair of black tracksuit pants and shirt that would not impede his movement in a fight, and a long black trench coat that easily concealed his lightsaber. Once again the cashier gave him trouble, but he used the Force to convince him that his credits were the correct currency. AS he stepped back onto the street, he noted with pleasure that the replacement clothing did not attract anywhere near as much attention.

 

[Kirke]

"Don't worry Com, I do." Tophat says taking out a card."

 

[Slenn]

The plasma arc makes a soft snapping sound as EMily turns it off. She turns her head to the group to gather the itinerary.

 

[Wackymon]

"Ahh, thats great. Robert took all my stuff to make the plot 'more interesting.'"

 

[Drakmorg]

Reginald turned to Doctor Com, "To be honest I'm not sure my money will be any good here. Every time I hand someone a bottlecap they give me a 'what they hell is this' kind of look."

"Don't know what that is, but I guess if that's what they use for money here then hey, good on you mate." He says as he pats Tophat on the back.

 

[Wackymon]

"Credit card. What, are you from some distopian future where everything was nuked and washingtons in ruins?"

 

[Chungus]

"If you plan on paying for the supplies, you'd have to speak the native language.
Anyone here speak Swedish?"
Michael asked the group.

 

[Wackymon]

"I had a translator thingy on my Iproduct."

 

[ShindoL Shill]

Gamma looks at Michael, loads his handgun and says "Actions speak louder than words."

 

[Slenn]

"Ah, but the pen is mightier than the sword." EMily winks back at Gamma, making a pun.

 

[ShindoL Shill]

"But the gun is more powerful than both." Gamma replies.