We Are Our Avatars IV (Uh, closed for real now)
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OOC: @Furi Alright then. Ah, well if the ships are on the ground then its no issue anyway.
In the silence of Long Fang's infirmary, Jacques lay asleep. His brow was furrowed and he was breathing light and quick, his whole body soaked in sweat. Suddenly his eyes opened and he bolted upright with a cry of terror, unconsciously scrambling up against the wall in panic. The room was dark and he stared around, wide eyed and panting, then groaned as he clutched his chest. The wound had healed with a rapidity that would have astounded anyone present, the ribcage returned to its normal shape and the skin knitted closed, albeit with an ugly scar. His face was more or less unmarkedas well, but to Jacques, it seemed as though the alien monsters were still invading him, body and soul. Gasping for air and still on the verge of panic, he scrabbled for a sulfur match to push the darkness away, but his doublet and bandoliers had been removed, leaving him in just the white undershirt that he had worn under his lost cuirass.
Running his hands across any nearby surface he could touch in trembling haste, he finally managed to lay his hands on the familiar tough leather of his bandoliers and snatched one up. Seizing his wheellock from its holster and his blaster from the other, he struck a match and found the door in the weak yellow glow, slamming through it and rushing out into the corridor.
In the silence of Long Fang's infirmary, Jacques lay asleep. His brow was furrowed and he was breathing light and quick, his whole body soaked in sweat. Suddenly his eyes opened and he bolted upright with a cry of terror, unconsciously scrambling up against the wall in panic. The room was dark and he stared around, wide eyed and panting, then groaned as he clutched his chest. The wound had healed with a rapidity that would have astounded anyone present, the ribcage returned to its normal shape and the skin knitted closed, albeit with an ugly scar. His face was more or less unmarkedas well, but to Jacques, it seemed as though the alien monsters were still invading him, body and soul. Gasping for air and still on the verge of panic, he scrabbled for a sulfur match to push the darkness away, but his doublet and bandoliers had been removed, leaving him in just the white undershirt that he had worn under his lost cuirass.
Running his hands across any nearby surface he could touch in trembling haste, he finally managed to lay his hands on the familiar tough leather of his bandoliers and snatched one up. Seizing his wheellock from its holster and his blaster from the other, he struck a match and found the door in the weak yellow glow, slamming through it and rushing out into the corridor.
@All: Imma back! Might as well start a sideplot if you guys are interested...
Phoenix slowly wakes up and yawns.
Katrina was outside already, practicing with a spirit katana manifested by her powers.
Phoenix slowly wakes up and yawns.
Katrina was outside already, practicing with a spirit katana manifested by her powers.
Jacques shambled through the corridors of Long Fang's ship, both sidearms drawn and primed in his hands. He moved uncertainly, peering into the shadows as he went. The alien architecture of the vessel did nothing to allay his lingering fears. Fortunately he could feel that the ship was not moving, even though it was a much smoother ride than the plane they had first flown in. With this in mind he decided to get outside as quickly as possible, whatever the circumstances were outside, he would rather deal with them than stay on board.
@Rosh eh... not sure I want a fight right at the moment.
@Rosh eh... not sure I want a fight right at the moment.
OoC: @Rosh, might as well.
Crystal woke up off the floor she had sleeping on, she yawned and stretched a bit. she got a more comfy sleep thanks to the kimono she had worn from yesterday.
Crystal woke up off the floor she had sleeping on, she yawned and stretched a bit. she got a more comfy sleep thanks to the kimono she had worn from yesterday.
@All: My plotz really don't need fightings until the end if ppl chose to go that route. Its more open and make-your-own-adventure type of deal. I set up the designs of the area. You guys do what you will in specific objectives like capture said enemy soldier or gather intel notes.
Katrina relaxed as the spirit katana disappeared. Hearing the sound of all too familiar boots she flash-stepped to the top of the ship and hid away.
Phoenix walked into the dinning area to eat something.
Katrina relaxed as the spirit katana disappeared. Hearing the sound of all too familiar boots she flash-stepped to the top of the ship and hid away.
Phoenix walked into the dinning area to eat something.
Jacques rounded a corner with his guns raised in front of him, then sighed with relief at finding one of the hull doors down the corridor in front of him. He darted towardds it, keeping his weapons levelled, and burst through as the door opened in front of him. Dropping down into the grass, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, the cool damp of the morning an indescribable release from the foreboding darkness of the Predator craft. Hearing Terra's voice, he whirled around, and looked back up into the dark of the doorway, not at all intending to go back in.
"Terra? Is that you?"
"Terra? Is that you?"
@Furioso: Increasingly getting louder.
The footsteps are getting louder as swords and shields are raised.
The footsteps are getting louder as swords and shields are raised.
Scorch opened his eyes and shone up as he saw Jacques.
"Su cuy'gar!"
He said cheerily, before snapping up on his feet when he heared footsteps and weaponry being readied.
"Heads up, we got company!"
He said as he scanned the surroundings with his decce.
"Su cuy'gar!"
He said cheerily, before snapping up on his feet when he heared footsteps and weaponry being readied.
"Heads up, we got company!"
He said as he scanned the surroundings with his decce.
Crystal got a bit faster when she heard the noise. "W-what's...*yawn*...happening?" She asks, as she rubs her eyes.
A group of 10 men approach the ship, some whisper among themselves. One of them is in armor, while the others wear something lighter.
The leader stepped forward sheathing the sword. "Good day Adventures. I am Roran Keeps, Commander of the local 'Rose' Organization here."
"Perhaps you might have seen our local escapee?"
The leader stepped forward sheathing the sword. "Good day Adventures. I am Roran Keeps, Commander of the local 'Rose' Organization here."
"Perhaps you might have seen our local escapee?"
