OOC: Minor problem, my avatar is basically wired into this monster-
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We Are Our Avatars V (Closed)
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Not like I have much choice at this point. Balthier thought as he sat down on the ground near the tree, hoping the shade it would cast would protect him at least a little from the sun when it would rise. He placed his hands under his head and pulled up one leg while the other was stretched out. I do so hate the desert.
OoC @Da: You picked a rather bad time to jump in. Most everyone have gone to sleep at this point.
Also, I have no idea what that machine is suposed to be.
OoC @Da: You picked a rather bad time to jump in. Most everyone have gone to sleep at this point.
Also, I have no idea what that machine is suposed to be.
Rozalin simply scoffed at Ryu as she walked past him and towards Val and Fenrich's make-shift shelter. After stumbling for what she was determined to be the last time, she simply took off her high-heels and tucked them into the folds of her dress, then continued on into the shelter. Sitting down in a corner away from Val and Fenrich, she pondered to herself for a while. That human is a fool. Almost no one here has shown themselves worthy of my attention, much less any signs of friendship Going back over what Ryu had said, she produced a book that looked like an owner's manual for something and began to read from it. ...Though perhaps he is not entirely foolish. I may very well have to resort to defending myself from something other than the invasive tendencies of sand.
Yeah, I'm about to go to bed as well. But, you are always welcome to change your avatar to something a bit more...I don't know, reasonable for roleplaying? Less powerful? I'm not really sure what I'm looking at there.Da Orky Man said:
Rozalin looked from her reading after hearing Balthier address her. "Why of course he would. My father, Overlord Zenon, cares for me more than anything else in existence. If someone were to aid me in my return to him, they would surely be greatly rewarded in a manner befitting one who helps the ruler of an entire world." She replied in as casual a manner as she could manage.
Hearing Rozalin's reply, Balthier cracked a roguish smile. Suddenly, any personal diferences felt far less important. He wasn't quite sure what she meant with "ruler of an entire world", having never heard of a Zenon. Regardless, Rozelin's attire suggested a wealthy lineage, making escorting her worthwile if there indeed was a reward to be had. "A appealing prospect, to be sure. I'll be sure to keep that in mind." he then replied, yawning slightly near the end. After a while of staring at the rather peculiar sky, Balthier closed his eyes and fell asleep.
OoC: And with that, I'm off to bed.
OoC: And with that, I'm off to bed.
Rozalin simply went back to her reading without replying to Balthier again. She wasn't about to admit any need for assistance, but she wasn't in any position to turn anything away at this point either. She went back to focusing on her reading, intent on prying the secrets from the tome she held in her hands before she might actually have dire need of them. She fell asleep a short while later, her book open in her lap as she sat against the wall of Valvatorez and Fenrich's make-shift shelter.
@Dirty: Yo. It's 3:30 AM where I am right now, so I'm heading off to bed.
@Dirty: Yo. It's 3:30 AM where I am right now, so I'm heading off to bed.
A desert offered few places to hide. No shadows, no vantage points. Behind a fearsome mask, haggard eyes blinked and the world shifted. As he trudged forward, the former Royal protector could barely see in the blinding sun but he could make out the outlines that his Dark Vision highlighted.
Corvo Atano, like he'd be hunted here. He doubted anyone had even hear of him here.
OOC: Sorry but I'm just introducing my character but I should be on later. He'll just stalk people for now.
@Berk Adam Jensen and Corvo Atano. Its amazing how similair both games are.
Corvo Atano, like he'd be hunted here. He doubted anyone had even hear of him here.
OOC: Sorry but I'm just introducing my character but I should be on later. He'll just stalk people for now.
@Berk Adam Jensen and Corvo Atano. Its amazing how similair both games are.
OoC: Hey guys. The new thread is up, I see. Where are we anyway... oh. Someone else is allready playing a Vault Hunter. Dammit, I just got those bios together...
OOC: @Ven Yeah, I was thinking that earlier. Theway I play Jensen though, he has a lot less qualms about killing people. Althouhg that isn't so much roleplaying, and more the fact that I don't have the patience for Deus Ex.
OoC: Hope you don't mind another intruder.
A bright light flashes across the desert and fiery pillar shoots from beneath the earth. As the pillar died down, a massive hulking, twisted figure stood on the glassy sand, observing it's surrounding.
A bright light flashes across the desert and fiery pillar shoots from beneath the earth. As the pillar died down, a massive hulking, twisted figure stood on the glassy sand, observing it's surrounding.
@trty Actually, I was planning to play as all five of them at once. I made character sheets and everything!
@Dirty Fair point, but... it's still kinda disapointing.
@Dirty Fair point, but... it's still kinda disapointing.
OOC: @Karcentric No intruders at this point, only newcomers. Welcome to the RP.
Jensen came back towards the clearing where he had left Faridah carrying a length of plastic sheeting normally used to protect sensitive equipment while cleaning the VTOL's interior. The sandstorm was still raging and blocked out most of the light, making it impossible to tell what time it was. His HUD timer suggested that it was late in the mornin, but without knowing exactly where on the globe he was, he wasn't sure he could trust it.
When he reached the clearing he ignored the sleeping people and headed straight to where the pilot lay.. Laying out the plastic he lifted her body and gently placed her on top of it, before foldingthe edges over and stapling them together, encasing her in a semi-opaque cucoon. Getting to his feet, he lifted the wrapped body and dropped into the hole, laying her gently down. It was the best he could do.
Malik... Faridah. I'm sorry I can't take you back to Detroit." He said quietly, awkwardly, not sure why he was speaking to his dead colleague, but doing so nonetheless. "I don't even know where we are now. Best I can do is give you a decent burial, keep scavengers away. Dunno if that'd be enough for you but, well, that's just how it is." Bending his legs slightly he sprang right out of the 6 foot deep hole, and began to kick the sand and torn up rock back in.
Jensen came back towards the clearing where he had left Faridah carrying a length of plastic sheeting normally used to protect sensitive equipment while cleaning the VTOL's interior. The sandstorm was still raging and blocked out most of the light, making it impossible to tell what time it was. His HUD timer suggested that it was late in the mornin, but without knowing exactly where on the globe he was, he wasn't sure he could trust it.
When he reached the clearing he ignored the sleeping people and headed straight to where the pilot lay.. Laying out the plastic he lifted her body and gently placed her on top of it, before foldingthe edges over and stapling them together, encasing her in a semi-opaque cucoon. Getting to his feet, he lifted the wrapped body and dropped into the hole, laying her gently down. It was the best he could do.
Malik... Faridah. I'm sorry I can't take you back to Detroit." He said quietly, awkwardly, not sure why he was speaking to his dead colleague, but doing so nonetheless. "I don't even know where we are now. Best I can do is give you a decent burial, keep scavengers away. Dunno if that'd be enough for you but, well, that's just how it is." Bending his legs slightly he sprang right out of the 6 foot deep hole, and began to kick the sand and torn up rock back in.
@All: Back...
Bullet woke up again after falling asleep in the sand, hopping to her feet, in another fighting stance. Growling, she gripped her head.
Nightmares.... she thought, before kicking the sand in frustation.
Bullet woke up again after falling asleep in the sand, hopping to her feet, in another fighting stance. Growling, she gripped her head.
Nightmares.... she thought, before kicking the sand in frustation.
OOC: @trty Adam is out of the sandstorm. He's in a small area protected from it by magic or something. Most of the others are asleep there.