We Are Our Avatars III (Ended!)

[Drakmorg]

@Zeph: Well now you are for sure.

"I'll be there in a bit." Four called to Winter as she left. She helped Joe out of his snowsuit as best as she could, then pat him on the head. "Well, it won't due to leave Grace in the hall-way. Help me move her to her room." She asked of Joe.

 

[Zepherus14]

Having been helped into the ship and Grace out of his hand and not freezing, Joe tried to get his snowsuit off. But no matter how he tried the stupid thing wouldn't come off. After struggling for about a minute, he finally caved, took a stance, and sent enough energy into the suit to blow it off him. Other than a bang, nothing happened to the ship but tiny bits of the suit were left as Joe took a couple deep breaths.

"I'll clean that up after... lets get her to bed." Joe said as he helped Grace up and with Four's help moved her to her bed.

@Drak: Really wanted to explode that stupid thing.

 

[CmmdrRosh99]

Winter then falls asleep on the bed, tired.

OOC: GOOD NIGHT FOLKS!

 

[Drakmorg]

"Thanks for the help Joe." Four said after Joe had helped move Grace to the bed in her room. Four thought that she must be incredibly hot in the cold gear she was wearing, so she undressed her down to her regular clothes, (assuming she was wearing more than just the warm clothing, [sub]Probably assuming wrong there[/sub]) then left her in bed and went to her own room.
Then she got dressed in her PJs, showing that most of her body was covered in bruises from the fighting earlier. She eased herself into bed, so as to not agitate her bruises, then fell asleep.

OOC: Guess that's it for me tonight.

 

[Zepherus14]

Joe went back to clean up the pieces of the snowsuit that were left. He continued until he was about to pick up the last piece. As he reached for it however he got a splitting headache that forced him to grab his forehead with his free hand. "[sub]Mmmph... Brain why did you go outside like that... brain freeze hurts...[/sub]" Joe mumbled as he closed his eyes.

"S-sorry... I won't next time..." The brain answered. 'He thinks it's brain freeze...' The brain nearly face palmed.

As Joe sat there for a second he seemed to get a little fuzzy, his lines weren't as crisp. However because his eyes were closed Joe didn't notice. When the headache passed and Joe moved his hand away again, the lines had already crisped back up.

*sigh* "Come on, lets get you something to eat." The brain suggested as Joe picked up the last of the snowsuit.

"Alright. I'd like some bacon or something." Joe nodded as he set off for the kitchen.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

OOC: Morning.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: Morni... ah. Crap, I slept in. Afternoon.

 

[Kirke]

Tophat had slept in the communal sleeping area, and was now pacing back and forth in the corridor.
OoC: @Random Same here.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

"General..." An Elite spoke as he approached from behind the command throne of the Strike Cruiser. Without turning the General acknowledged him with a grunt. "Do you think it wise to judge this heresy? Your Brother has always served with honour."
"Honour" The General echoed as he stood up. He turned to face the Elite who was wearing white armour, a Special Forces commander. "Yes my Brother has always been one for honour, he is Swordsman and not I, he is...was Field Marshall not I and all of this despite his youth." He looked over the bridge. "What my Brother has always lacked was faith. He never truly believed in the Great Journey. The Prophets are clear on the punishment for lapses in faith."
The white Elite bowed. "As you wish, but I lodge my opinion against this. You send Elites who have followed your Brother to victory countless times to now kill him.
"I will say no more on the matter." The General said gruffly with a wave of his arm as he returned to his seat. Soon his brother would be gone and he would be Field Marshall.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: Oh well, hopefully today I can afford to do it. No urgent plans til later in the day.

AEanna stirredbeneath the deerskin of her sleeproll and opened her eyes, looking around in confusion at the unusual settings. After a moment she remembered that she had slept on the floor of Erica's room, and slid out of the bedroll quietly.

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In Antarctica;

Saressa and Kragg waited impatiently as Garrus, Javik and the pilot worked tirelessly to repair the forward right thrust drive of the shuttle. As they were flying up to join the battle a catacstrophic failure in the thrust drive almost forced them to ditch in the lethally cold water. The pilot was skilled and managed to guide them down onto an ice pack, and they had the tools necessary, but the work was slow, and the location made it seem all the worse.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

The Swordsman snapped awake. He had simply propped himself up against a wall and seemingly dropped off. He growled at his stupidity and stood up.

 

[Kirke]

God damn... What she did to it, to me...

 

[Random berk]

"Are you guys about done yet?" Saressa asked as Javik and the Turians worked. Javik glanced up at her in annoyance, but as he did so, Garrus nodded in satisfation and closed the hatch.
"Yeah, actually. The cooling circuits cracked, probably due to the extremes in temperature. We should be good to go now, as long as we take it carefully getting out of here.
"Good. We'd better try and get back to the others. I hope they're ok after going up there." Saressa climbed into the shuttle. Kragg, who had not holstered his Graal the whole time that they'd been waiting, kicked a big spray of snow into the air andspat on the ground before climbing in as well.

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AEanna got ro her feet and, checking that Erica was asleep, quickly slipped off her fur robes to change into her lighter dress for the warm climate. This done, she slipped out of the room into the corridor.

 

[Kirke]

Tophat saw AEanna further down the corridor, and groaned internally.

 

[Random berk]

Once everyone was on board, the shuttle lifted off from the ice pack and set off in the direction of the navpoint for Four's ship.

AEanna looked around the corridor, quickly spotting Tophat. She shifted awkwardly as she tried to decide if it was too early to speak with him, but then began to walk towards him. She could judge it by how the conversation started.

OOC: @Ven is the Swordsman supposed to be in Four's ship as well, or somewhere else?

 

[Kirke]

"Morning."
Tophat said awkwardly.

 

[Random berk]

"Good morning Tophat." AEanna said with a smile, though beneath the surface, she was less than pleased. She still remembered what it was like trying to drag information out of Tophat when he was not inclined to give it freely. "You... slept well, I hope?"

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

OOC: @Berk I get left behind alot due to the lots of travel so I just say he follows the main group. Hes won't sleep with them hes just woken up.

 

[Random berk]

OOC: Fair enough.

It took the shuttle some time to escape from the extreme low temperatures of the polar region, but as soon as they could, the shuttle accelerated to top speed to get back to Brazil. If indeed thats where they should be going.

In orbit, the Helmsman returned to his post while sipping at a caffeinated hot drink that could be described as a Dextro-Amino appropriate analogue to coffee, and squinted suspiciously at the signature of the new ship that had appeared some time before. It had blocked any attempt to communicate with them, but had not yet made any hostile actions, so the fleet were leaving them alone until they showed some signs of their intentions.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

The squad of Elite Special Ops found it easier to follow the same group as the Swordsman rather than himself. Equipped with a variety of Covenant weapons they planned to kill him swiftly. They were all cloaked and surveying the ship. In a hushed voice one began talking. "We'll erase this filth first and draw out the heretic." There were several grunts of acknowledgement as the Elites began to work their way towards the ship.

The Swordsman wondered what trivial matters might arise with the humans today, he longed for another profecient in swordplay.