WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)
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I'm here for a while yet.
Jack arrives at Tokyo airport to find it in compleate disarray. He makes his way through the chaos, onto the tarmac and into one of the aircraft hangers. A few minutes later a private jet emerges, and takes of to New York.
[HEADING=3]Minutess in the past! (But only one)[/HEADING]
Navigating the twisted maze of streets Jack finds himself a short distance from the group.
Eragons waking dreams were restless that time and he sat up and looked down upon his Gedwey Ignasia. He had been apart from Saphira for a dangerously long time and he felt it effecting his mind. It had been hard to keep his anger at being apart from Saphira from bleeding through into his duels earlier as he would have surely injured both his opponents seriously should he have let his emotions overcome him. When sparring in this world and especially when fighting humans, not matter how fast or strong, Eragon was always especialy careful not to hit too hard or too fast for fear of injuring his opponents.
He sat up and tried to push the thoughts of Saphira out of his mind but couldn't, it was all he could think of. He wrapped his cape around himself and headed to where he had been sparring.
He sat up and tried to push the thoughts of Saphira out of his mind but couldn't, it was all he could think of. He wrapped his cape around himself and headed to where he had been sparring.
Eragon felt some more minds again when he arrived and rested his hand on his sword just in case. One was familiar and that was not a good thing as it was the mind of Jack Noir. Eragon sat down and eyed the other new mind he had detected; a small creature with the words 'mayor' on his front.
"I'm wearing the latest available armour suit in the US military. I've never even heard of a T-51b."
OoC: um... sorry to say Knives but you can't do that. Well not unless Jack is in fact 2D, otherwise the portal won't be active for you... Why is no one listening, I've been over this a couple of times...Knife-28 said:
Joe and the guy with the glasses fought each other, the clash of their swords sparked as they fought across the city.
Shepard was still waiting for Tali and Epsilon to finish their talk on the FTL drives. She decided to join the conversation between Gamma and Sergeant Foley. She was curious about the awkward looking armour Foley wore.
"That gear you're wearing looks seriously cumbersome." She said, sitting on a table nearby. How do you move around in it? What kind of projectiles is it designed against? Does it have kinetic barriers?"
"That gear you're wearing looks seriously cumbersome." She said, sitting on a table nearby. How do you move around in it? What kind of projectiles is it designed against? Does it have kinetic barriers?"
Will, finding it hard to sleep on a park bench (while sober), decided to get up. Seeing his companions talking he walked over.
As Will walked to the others, he felt something in his pocket. He looked into the pocket, and found a book. Looking inside, Will sees Joe fighting another stickman with glasses. "What..?" is all Will could say.
Eragon had remained silent at Foley's question. He was distant in his thoughts. When he snapped back into reality he found Foley had begun to talk to someone else. He rubbed his eyes and stood up and walked over to him and the others.
As Travis walked out the restaurant, carrying a white box in one hand, the manager said to him, "Thank you! Please come again! And bring lots of money!" The agitation of the wait-staff was a near-palpable force at the thought of Travis showing up and eating at their establishment again. As Travis approached the group he shouted, "Anyone want some pie? I was so hungry I thought I could eat the whole thing, but there's still half left if anyone is interested."
We need a new plot, this is starting to stagnate, I think.Or rather, this one needs to get started.
As Will flipped the pages he got to a point where Joe's head was decapitated, he gasped as he turned the page only to see Joe get up, stick his head back on, and keep going. There were multiple deaths on Joe's part, but never really getting the guy with the glasses to a point where Joe could get a killing blow. As Will finally got to the last page, he flipped it over, it was blank. "Hm nothing more?" But when he checked the page a second time more panels had formed.