Joel looked at the screen. "I was bluffing. It translates automatically." he said, turning up the volume and pressed the speaker button.
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Dromaeus was uninterested in the conflict taking place before him, but was intrigued by the device that Joel claimed could translate the Prince Aleksandr's scroll. If it could really do this, and worked for all languages, then it could be worth a fortune.
"That device." He inquired. "Are they common in this place?"
"That device." He inquired. "Are they common in this place?"
Preginald summoned a footstool behind Joel, climbed up it, and slapped Joel across the back of the head. "Don't be an ass Joel, we don't want to go pissing off the only person who can help us kill Rugal."
Addressing both Alek and Joel, "you two have got to get it together and stop fighting with each other, at least until we kill Rugal, then you can both tear each other to shreds for all I care."
Addressing both Alek and Joel, "you two have got to get it together and stop fighting with each other, at least until we kill Rugal, then you can both tear each other to shreds for all I care."
Joel looked at the lizard-man. "Yes, they are. There are lots of them that can do this stuff." he explained before getting hit by Preginald. "Oh fuck him. We're just mounting the weapon on his... thing. I am competent enough to fire a laser. Therefore we don't really need Alek. But fine. Let's just find out why the world was plunged into war, leading to the murder of 6 million Jews, leading to another war."
That document that Alek guarded so heavily seemed important. He watched on, noting the distrust Alek bore towards Joel.
His injuries were almost all closed now but he bore a scar and bald patch across his left breast and several patches covered his right side. He traced his claw over his blind eye feeling the scar where the fragment of metal had embedded in is upper eye, which was now pale and without a pupil.
His injuries were almost all closed now but he bore a scar and bald patch across his left breast and several patches covered his right side. He traced his claw over his blind eye feeling the scar where the fragment of metal had embedded in is upper eye, which was now pale and without a pupil.
Joel was stunned. "Two wars and the Holocaust... over this? I just... what. Fuck..." Joel stood up and walked away. "Reno! Deodorant! How did I not notice the smell before?"
Reno threw a can of deodorant at Joel, who continued storming off before sitting in the sand spraying deodorant.
Reno threw a can of deodorant at Joel, who continued storming off before sitting in the sand spraying deodorant.
Joel sprayed something that was instantly pungeunt and soon Swiftrunner could smell nothing else but the odor he had sprayed from the metal can. He snorted as quietly as he could in an attempt to clear his nostrils.
Rugal fell asleep on the beach, awaiting for his world to be born...
Sorry for my lack of posts, Internet here is horrible, make up for it tomorrow, night.
Sorry for my lack of posts, Internet here is horrible, make up for it tomorrow, night.
"Alright, we got that out of the way. No more trust issues or disagreements I hope. Can we get back to the important thing here? Which is of course killing Rugal. Alek, might we use your machine to transport our weapon, this is incredibly important, I cannot stress that enough. Joel, can I trust you to not be an uncouth little shit for the remainder of this operation?" Preginald's voice was filled with obvious signs of agitation.
Joel yelled from down the beach "I'LL DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT! SERIOUSLY, WHY DO I SMELL WET DOG?" Joel stomped towards the helicopter, passed it, and sat far away on the other side. "FINE OVER HERE..."
A gunshot pricked Swiftrunners ear, that had been happening to him alot. Instinctively he moved suddenly back to see a bullet strike the rubble just seconds after he moved. Found out. With a snarl he turned and sprinted towards the ruined city and took cover amongst the rubble there. Seems another human wished to face Swiftrunner this day but now he was sure that the group would have noticed his flight.
"Yes," Alek said, somewhat resigned. "The weapon can be transported, but I'm not going to start this assault, until the Tesla Cannon is operational." He started back toward the Imperial Eagle. "If anyone needs me, I'm going to be in the command room preparing."
At the report of a gunshot, Dromaeus's head snapped to the right.
"That sounded like one of this world's fire casters." He snapped. "Perhaps you should cease your petty griping while we are still on the battlefield." With that he began to sprint up the beach. Halfway up, he dropped into a crouching stance, and completely disappeared from sight.
"That sounded like one of this world's fire casters." He snapped. "Perhaps you should cease your petty griping while we are still on the battlefield." With that he began to sprint up the beach. Halfway up, he dropped into a crouching stance, and completely disappeared from sight.
Alek spun around, pistol ready. He didn't even know when he drew it, something was firing at them and he could only hope that Joel was hit. All things considered, it was probably the best outcome. Need cover. Alek dashed behind one of the walker's legs. The Imperial Eagle would be almost useless in a fight against a single opponent in cover, he considered. What he wouldn't do to get the stormwalker...