Upon hearing that it may be a bluff, Derpy's eyes reset to their 'normal' derped state "Then Dinky should be fine!" She says with a smile.
We Are Our Avatars III (Ended!)
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@Slenn: I was wondering when you were going to do so...
Winter passes out and sighs happily. Clicky helped Amy into the Guppy, as it did with Austin in his bed.
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"Guess so... You should really have Grace heal that, you know?" And thus Grace did... Then pass out as well.
Winter passes out and sighs happily. Clicky helped Amy into the Guppy, as it did with Austin in his bed.
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"Guess so... You should really have Grace heal that, you know?" And thus Grace did... Then pass out as well.
Gabranth was teleported back home, along with his ship and everything else in it. Same went with Kayle, being send back to Runeterra and the Fields of Justice.
William watched from a far. "Well that was entertaining. All they needed as one... But I suppose gullibility has no bounds."
William watched from a far. "Well that was entertaining. All they needed as one... But I suppose gullibility has no bounds."
Four's wound was healed, but left a large scar as it had been unattended for so long. She scowled at it as she stood up, it still being visible though the hole in her clothes. She made a mental note to check out that portal that had been left behind...tomorrow. Right now, she just wanted today to end. She went to her room, locked the door, tossed off her clothes, then didn't bother getting into her PJs before climbing into bed and falling asleep.
OOC: I'm off too.
OOC: I'm off too.
Derpy shrugs and flies to the ship. Trixie and Derpy do their night switch and Trixie falls asleep in the sleeping commons.
ooc: I'm off too
ooc: I'm off too
OOC: Im going out shortly but I'll see what I can do.
Exile. Betrayer. Heretic. Those were what he was now. He had nothing to go back to save a max security prison followed by a death sentance. His clan would shame him and be shamed by his actions. His troops would curse and hate him. He hit the ground with his fist, creating a thud. Seemed that all he could do was die in battle. He stood up and began walking.
Exile. Betrayer. Heretic. Those were what he was now. He had nothing to go back to save a max security prison followed by a death sentance. His clan would shame him and be shamed by his actions. His troops would curse and hate him. He hit the ground with his fist, creating a thud. Seemed that all he could do was die in battle. He stood up and began walking.
The Great Journey. A lie as he always assumed. He couldn't die, not while the Prophets held sway over his race. His honour took precidence over faith and so it should with all Sangheili.
Maris woke up to an annoying beeping from her helmet.
"Aye?"
She said, donning the helmet.
"The Cutting Blade is flyable, if only just. I'm coming over to pick you up, then we'll act as close fire support for Prefect Vakarian when necessary."
"Copy that sir."
Dalik opened a channel to the lead dreadnaught.
"This is Captain Dalik, over."
"Aye?"
She said, donning the helmet.
"The Cutting Blade is flyable, if only just. I'm coming over to pick you up, then we'll act as close fire support for Prefect Vakarian when necessary."
"Copy that sir."
Dalik opened a channel to the lead dreadnaught.
"This is Captain Dalik, over."