"Don't say things like that, you're giving me the willies." Sophia protested back to Victoria, her tail puffing up slightly. "I can't be the only one to think that someone watching what you see like some movie is weird, right?"
We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)
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"I-I'm serious!" Sophia blushed slightly as argued, noticing Victoria had meant to laugh. "That's just really unnerving to me..." Sophia frowned a little, feeling a bit out numbered with all the crazies around her.
As Roland listened to the conversation between Sophia and Vicky, he pulled a bullet out of his bag and began rolling it around his fingers in the same elegant, hypnotic fashion as before.
Realizing someone else was in the room to now, Sophia's face got slightly brighter. "Um... hello? H-how long have you been there, sir?" She requested of the possibly metal man (not actually sure if he looks like a robot or like the pic in the avatar at the moment.)
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"Yeah I was kinda weirded out at first too. But eventually I just got used to it. You can get used to almost anything really, given enough time."
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"Cool trick.""[color=01A9DB]I came in here to eat. Don't worry, I was paying more attention to my thoughts than your conversation.[/color]"
Victoria would become hypnotized if she tried to follow the bullet with her eyes.
Victoria would become hypnotized if she tried to follow the bullet with her eyes.
"That would make sense." Sophia slowly nodded, knowing that Victoria's statement was true, but still was conflicted about it.
"Alright, that's fine. My name's Sophia by the way." She greeted the man, not actually knowing him off the top of her head.
"Alright, that's fine. My name's Sophia by the way." She greeted the man, not actually knowing him off the top of her head.
"[color=01A9DB]Hile, sai Sophia. I am Roland Deschain, a Gunslinger of Gilead.[/color]" He answered Sophia. "[color=01A9DB]May you have long days and pleasant nights.[/color]"
Roland stopped his trick once he realized that Vicky was staring at the bullet. He clicked with his tongue, which would bring Vicky back to reality.
Roland stopped his trick once he realized that Vicky was staring at the bullet. He clicked with his tongue, which would bring Vicky back to reality.
"[color=01A9DB]My apologies, sai.[/color]" Roland said to Vicky. "[color=01A9DB]Though you would do well not to stare at the bullet when I do that trick next time.[/color]"
As the curtains close behind you and you are about to leave this world, you remember what task you set out on, what promise you made. The promise broken, you will mend it. The gatekeeper snorts, he will seal you away. But not today. You step back, an eternity of anguish to wade through. You turn to see the gatekeeper, continuing his dark vigil for some time yet. You do not know when he will call you, but the promise must be fulfilled, and one day you may willingly meet the gatekeeper and take his hand, striding away to the next great adventure. You let go of the dark, let it fade for now.
Sophia would be taken aback by the mans speaking patterns, he was still understood but it would take a small pause to determine that he was in fact making a proper sentence there. "Well... Same to you Roland." She replied in a pleasant tone.
"I guess that, a bit better then..." Sophia sighed at EMily's explanation, her tail starting to settle down. "He seems to have a good sense of it."
"I guess that, a bit better then..." Sophia sighed at EMily's explanation, her tail starting to settle down. "He seems to have a good sense of it."
OoC: Initiating timeskip...
After a few days of quiet inactivity, givingnthe group some time to rest and heal, EMily suddenly picked something up on the frequncey she had taken from Desperado. It was a woman's voice, with a French accent.
"Mistral here. We are approaching the Abkhazia coast as I speak. There's no sign of meaningful resistance. Pity."
"Useful though. Move in and take the refinery. " Sundowners voice.
"Do I have to take the mutt and the imbécile too?"
"Bladewolf and Khamsin will keep the locals busy while we move in the troops."
"They get all the fun. Mistral out."
9th June, 1:27 PM
After a few days of quiet inactivity, givingnthe group some time to rest and heal, EMily suddenly picked something up on the frequncey she had taken from Desperado. It was a woman's voice, with a French accent.
"Mistral here. We are approaching the Abkhazia coast as I speak. There's no sign of meaningful resistance. Pity."
"Useful though. Move in and take the refinery. " Sundowners voice.
"Do I have to take the mutt and the imbécile too?"
"Bladewolf and Khamsin will keep the locals busy while we move in the troops."
"They get all the fun. Mistral out."
Fulgur perked, hearing the transmission over the radio. He immediate began to think "Por lo tanto, estos Bladewolf y Khamsin son más que distracciones, lo que significa que la refinería que van después debería tener prioridad [sub]So, these Bladewolf and Khamsin are nothing but distractions, which means the refinery they're going after should have main priority[/sub].... Por lo tanto, estos Bladewolf y Khamsin son más que distracciones, lo que significa que la refinería que van después debería tener prioridad [sub]Perhaps I can save them some time and go after them myself, and perhaps the rest of the group by taking care of them myself[/sub]"
Wouldn't think a killer robot could get bored. Feelings. What are they good for? Maybe spending time with Lulu want's a good thing for me. Can't stand the silence or being alone anymore. Might as well find someone to talk to.
Fayetteville, S. Carolina. 9th June, 6:27AM
"The people seem to love you, Michael. Even some of the more skeptical members of the community seem to be coming round."
[color=990099]"Faith does wonderful things, Pastor."[/color] Micheal smiled at the shorter man. [color=990099]"I feel able to deal with much more serious problems now. Not just cuts and bruises."[/color]
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Damascus, Syria. 9th June, 1:27PM
Joel was lying outside the ship, shaking his left arm to get dust and sand out of the joints. [color=003399]"I fucking hate sand."[/color]
"The people seem to love you, Michael. Even some of the more skeptical members of the community seem to be coming round."
[color=990099]"Faith does wonderful things, Pastor."[/color] Micheal smiled at the shorter man. [color=990099]"I feel able to deal with much more serious problems now. Not just cuts and bruises."[/color]
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Damascus, Syria. 9th June, 1:27PM
Joel was lying outside the ship, shaking his left arm to get dust and sand out of the joints. [color=003399]"I fucking hate sand."[/color]