We Are Our Avatars V (Closed)
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"Surely!" Ratsel smiled, as her armor dematerialized, revealing that she was wearing some strange military garb. Slightly form fitting, but had a sense of royalty with it. "Hmmm... I definitely need to speak with Edgar about the systems of this craft. Goodnight Rex, I will see you tomorrow some time." With that she set off to find an spare room to bunk in.
"That would be the robot you came with? You can store it in the cargo bay. I'll open the hatch leading there shortly. And you can find beds in the sleeping quarters that are on this floor. I hope you don't mind sleeping in the same space as other, as this ship has no seperate room." Balthier explained, then began walking to the bridge, but stopped before saying, "Good night."
He then continued to the bridge and sat down in the pilot's chair. Pressing a few buttons, he opened the hatch to the cargo bay, then dimmed the lights in the ship. With that done, Balthier stood up, locked the door of the bridge and walked towards the sleeping quarters, laying down on an empty bed once there.
OoC: And I'm off.
He then continued to the bridge and sat down in the pilot's chair. Pressing a few buttons, he opened the hatch to the cargo bay, then dimmed the lights in the ship. With that done, Balthier stood up, locked the door of the bridge and walked towards the sleeping quarters, laying down on an empty bed once there.
OoC: And I'm off.
Ratsel eventually found a nice empty room and smirked as she removed her clothing and fell asleep. Perhaps that town over there, I could get some sleeping clothing...
She promptly fell asleep.
OoC: Night folks!
She promptly fell asleep.
OoC: Night folks!
OOC: Desciding to bring Lechthennian back because I am bored. Nobody is up yet and I doubt they will be for another 4 hours. -sigh- I wish more people from England were in this thread.
@Gear: .....*cough* [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/groups/chat/We-Are-Our-Avatars-OOC-Group]
Warp only know where Astarl found himself. His red armour shielded from all heat and all warmth. The curse of the Armour of the Forlorn Sentinel. The wearer would be impossible to be taken by suprise but he would never have a modocom of comfort.
His mighty Daemon Axe, covered in a sickly power field was held firmly in grip as always and its jagged blade thirsted for blood.
He had a purpose here, from under his horned helmet his archaic Auspex picked up signals and he began moving. Was this a trial?...or a punishment? He would find out soon and hopefully find his Warband.
His mighty Daemon Axe, covered in a sickly power field was held firmly in grip as always and its jagged blade thirsted for blood.
He had a purpose here, from under his horned helmet his archaic Auspex picked up signals and he began moving. Was this a trial?...or a punishment? He would find out soon and hopefully find his Warband.
OOC: And with my last field trip finished, and my health likely permanently damaged, I am back. Just how much did I miss during the week?
OOC: I wish I knew what was happening.
Astarl grunted animalisticaly beneath his helmet which warped the sound. His great strides and steps carrying him to...something. He didn't know.
Astarl grunted animalisticaly beneath his helmet which warped the sound. His great strides and steps carrying him to...something. He didn't know.
OOC: We now have an airship/blimp/thing thanks to Edgar (@Slenn's character) and are going to try and find the floating city that the bad guys took the towns leader to. Also, most of the town is destroyed and Eve (our "guide" that @Nile was playing) was kidnapped. Heh, just call me @Furi.
Anyway, Hi everybody.
Anyway, Hi everybody.