We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)

[Demonjazz]

"... Dat's one silly get up you got dere doc. You going to one of dem old film festivals?" The man said to the medic.

 

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Tavish got to his feet and looked at the newcomer standing in front of him. "You aren't the engy. Who are ya?"

 

[Wackymon]

"No... I am known as ze Medic, and... who are you?"

 

[Demonjazz]

"Well I'm Dace Turon. A plain old farmer." Despite his claims he had a large rifle on his back. He looked over ze medic again. "Ya sure? Dem clothes look older den my ship!"

 

[Slenn]

"Good idea. Let's go back to the police."

OOC: Gonna head off. G'night! Just have her follow.

 

[Wackymon]

"Zhen your ship iz bwdly made. the medic said.

Ooc 5O BED.

 

[Demonjazz]

"... Bwdly? Gosh your accent is thicker den space molasses... In actual space!"

 

[Wackymon]

"Vhell, Spaceman, ze armah your wearing looks like eet vaz from the eighteenth centuary, and I know, I've been there!" he said.

 

[Demonjazz]

"Whattcha talking about! Don't you see it's high tech shininess!" He said scrubbing some dirt off his armour.

 

[Wackymon]

The medic stared for a while, "Vhell, yes, but you still look like a medival fantasy hero." Medic said.

 

[Demonjazz]

"I do not! You see this is red space armour! It stops lasers and all sorts of things! Why if you shot me square in the chest I probably wouldn't even feel a thing!"

 

[Zepherus14]

Sophia slowly picked herself up off the ground, thankful she'd grabbed the earplugs. She was about to yelll at Tavish for nearly blowing her eardrums before she noticed the new person standing there. "Who's that?" She said to herself, trying to dust off some of the water away from herself.

 

[Wackymon]

"Vou obviously do not have any fashion sense, zhat veeks of middle ages european knight, dumkoff." he said about his outfit.
Hearing Sophia ask who he was, Medic stopped for a moment.
Who ar you?" he asked.

 

[Demonjazz]

"I told ya! It's space armour! Knights were heavy steel armour things! I wear lightweight... Durasteel... Well I don't wear no helmet so I don't look like a knight!" Dace turned his head towards Sophia before shouting towards his ship "Hey Dave! Come out here! It's a weasel person! Let's get a picture for the scrapbook!" A robot that was beaten up but in fairly good condition came out of the ship. It looked very embarrassed.

 

[Zepherus14]

"I wasn't talking about you!" Sophia yelled back at Medic. She'd slowly sit up now.

"Ferret, not weasel... But closer than most get." Sophia mumbled to herself with a shrug, not feeling like correcting the man at the moment. "Where'd you come from? And- Hey wait!? What do you mean scrapbook?!" She exclaimed rather loudly. Sophia squinted as she tried to make out what came from the ship.

 

[Wackymon]

Medic glared at him, "Vhell, dumkoff, more akin to a sellsword, vhat vith za cloak and za platemail and za gloves, ya look like a mercenary!" he said.

 

[Demonjazz]

"I take pictures of da aliens from the planets! I'll show all my buddies what kind of interesting species I meet." He said trying to set up a picture. His robot moved over for the picture and was messing with his eye attachments. Dace was ignoring Medic.

 

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"Is that a robot?" Tavish asked. "Hell if I'm gonna let a robot take my job again!" Tavish took aim at the robot with his sticky bomb launcher and pulled the trigger, but nothing happened.

"... Bloody hell, I'm out a' bombs."

 

[Demonjazz]

Dace quickly took out his rifle and aimed it at Tavish. "You even try to touch that droid and I'll blow your head right off your block! Got it! Payed top dollar for this worker droid!"

 

[Wackymon]

Saying over his shoulder to Demoman, "Vhell, ya still have za sword. It'll be a good head."
Staring dace, he pulled out a crossbow, "Do ya mind?" he asked Sophia.