We Are Our Avatars V (Closed)
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"You call me a coward after what I suffered through last night? I defend and rebuild this castle just as much as my own men! Because it is my home!"
He pulled out his auto crossbow, and fired four or so crossbow bolts in rapid succession at Bryce. The other two guards shot out sandbags from their shotguns to knock the wind out of him.
OOC: It's kind of like a cross between a machine gun and a crossbow. I don't really get how it's supposed to work. XD
He pulled out his auto crossbow, and fired four or so crossbow bolts in rapid succession at Bryce. The other two guards shot out sandbags from their shotguns to knock the wind out of him.
OOC: It's kind of like a cross between a machine gun and a crossbow. I don't really get how it's supposed to work. XD
Bullet still had her afterimage-glow as she saw Bryce try and hit Edgar only to be flanked by bright light and Chocobo troops.
She sighed. "That was... Rather stupid of him." Turning back to Valvatorez she sighed. "Ok to be honest, how exactly am I going to pay you back? We're in a land that virtually none of us know about and I refuse to resort to stealing." She paused then said.
"Crowe Broust was a former squadmate of mine. Everybody called him 'Hobo' because of his unfortunate luck of being dragged into some scheme that would drain him of his money. Good sniper with a long-range Armagus, but the unfortunate part was that sometimes that armagus would force his mind onto a sole mission to do, so say kill everything. We had to install a Coin Drop System to his ear that would record back at base camp a coin dropping that would add more to his debt. Not that he wasn't thankful, but he did get rather annoyed that we too were paying attention to how much debt he had."
@All: Some things were explained in the quote above. Crowe Broust is from Super Robot Wars Z2, and yes most of that stuff about him and his debt are completely true.
She sighed. "That was... Rather stupid of him." Turning back to Valvatorez she sighed. "Ok to be honest, how exactly am I going to pay you back? We're in a land that virtually none of us know about and I refuse to resort to stealing." She paused then said.
"Crowe Broust was a former squadmate of mine. Everybody called him 'Hobo' because of his unfortunate luck of being dragged into some scheme that would drain him of his money. Good sniper with a long-range Armagus, but the unfortunate part was that sometimes that armagus would force his mind onto a sole mission to do, so say kill everything. We had to install a Coin Drop System to his ear that would record back at base camp a coin dropping that would add more to his debt. Not that he wasn't thankful, but he did get rather annoyed that we too were paying attention to how much debt he had."
@All: Some things were explained in the quote above. Crowe Broust is from Super Robot Wars Z2, and yes most of that stuff about him and his debt are completely true.
Balthier was about to reply to Fennrich when Bryca began attacking Edgar. He wondered wherther or not he should get involved, but drew his rifle regardless. Then, he heard a unfamliar voice and turned around to see Rumble. Another hostile, maybe? Dismissing the thought for now, Balthier turned back to Bryce and took aim.
OoC @Slenn: FF logic, that's how. :x
OoC @Slenn: FF logic, that's how. :x
"How many people, you bastard? How many people died last night while your troops sat back and defended against attacks?" Bryce gasps as both the crossbow bolts caught him, and the sandbags impacted against him. "how many died because the town wasn't your problem?" he groans, curling into a ball at the pain.
Black slowly got up from her seat and wondered over to the fight, holding her tea in her hands. "Can't we have one day without a fight?" She asked no one in particular, then took a sip of tea.
The guards marched over and put Bryce's hands in metal clamps. Edgar kneeled down to Bryce's level and scowled at him.
"Do you know how many of my men died because of some mercenary's stunt during that fight in the town? The entire third floor and everyone who was up there died. I had never ventured inside that town since my arrival here, and nor did anyone else want to get involved either. If you want to blame someone for the deaths in your town, it's not just me you should be after."
"Do you know how many of my men died because of some mercenary's stunt during that fight in the town? The entire third floor and everyone who was up there died. I had never ventured inside that town since my arrival here, and nor did anyone else want to get involved either. If you want to blame someone for the deaths in your town, it's not just me you should be after."
"If anything, I'm a girl of my word. I promise." Bullet nodded at Valvatorez, extending her hand.
"Apparently not." Rozalin said in reply to Black. "Apparently this disheveled looking one blames King Edgar for everything that happened last night. How utterly foolish." When she actually looked over at Black, she noticed that she had a cup of tea. "Where did you get that? And do you perhaps have any more?"
"oh, don't think I put the full blame on you. There were much worse people in that fight. The Overseer, his bodyguard, the merc you mentioned. [sub]me.[/sub]" and then he looked into Edgar's eyes. "but how many defenseless children died, that could be saved? How many people, hiding in their homes while it burned around them? Could you have saved Eve?" Bryce pulls his gaze from Edgar, and looks at the ground. "best start putting the excuses you'll whisper tonight together, so you can sleep. I know I will." he then submits himself to the guards, ready to go wherever they dragged him.
"Typical....make the blame to others...." Black commented on the situation, then looked at Rozalin. "You mean this Tea? I have some in a pot over there If you'd like a cup of it...." She said to Rozalin, pointing to the place Black was just sitting.
Aye aye aye... what's with this guy?
"The first place you're going is the hallway where everyone can see you. I want to know where you're from, who sent you if anyone, and if anyone can recognize you. And lastly, who this Eve person is."
The guards moved Bryce into the hallway on the first floor. Edgar called out on the intercom for anyone who would recognize Bryce.
"The first place you're going is the hallway where everyone can see you. I want to know where you're from, who sent you if anyone, and if anyone can recognize you. And lastly, who this Eve person is."
The guards moved Bryce into the hallway on the first floor. Edgar called out on the intercom for anyone who would recognize Bryce.
Valvatorez shook Bullet's hand "Good for you, breaking a promise would only lead to true pain." he said, a distant look in his eyes, before dispersing into a cloud of bats and flying to the roof of the castle. Fenrich jumped up to him in 2 quick leaps
OoC: Ok now I gotta take off for a bit
OoC: Ok now I gotta take off for a bit
OoC: I gotta go to bed, night all!
@Drak, do what you want with Black, have her pour Rozalia a cup of tea and what not!
@Drak, do what you want with Black, have her pour Rozalia a cup of tea and what not!
@Hatchy: Alrighty.
"Indeed. It was in no way King Edgar's fight. Why should he be insulted and attacked for placing his own people before strangers?" Rozalin continued to muse aloud on the subject of the dispute between Edgar and Bryce. "And I believe that I shall take you up on that offer." She added as she walked off to where Black was pointing and had Black pour her a cup of tea. She sighed and sipped from her cup, feeling slightly better as it reminded her of less violent times.
"Indeed. It was in no way King Edgar's fight. Why should he be insulted and attacked for placing his own people before strangers?" Rozalin continued to muse aloud on the subject of the dispute between Edgar and Bryce. "And I believe that I shall take you up on that offer." She added as she walked off to where Black was pointing and had Black pour her a cup of tea. She sighed and sipped from her cup, feeling slightly better as it reminded her of less violent times.