We Are Our Avatars V (Closed)

[Chungus]

Balthier nodded to Bullet, then helped himself to a bowl of stew and looked back to Ratsel. "I can imagine. Judging from what I saw, this odd armour you can manifest doesn't exactly have any space to store items."

OoC @Dirty: The zweihander exsist in many fantasy-esque games. Doesn't the German language does.
@Rosh: It turns Hakumen into a dog. That amused me.

 

[Kirke]

OoC: @Furi Thanks!

Now then, I suppose I should get started.

A peculiar noise, like a bomb being dropped from above, reached the ears of the group members. High up in the sky, barely visible, was something that reflected the light from the sun as it fell towards the group.

 

[HatchyHatch14]

OoC: So nothing happened since last time I left -_-
right we need to ask Nile to CO-run this plot, otherwise It's just getting ridiculous
@Kirke, long time no see!

 

[CmmdrRosh99]

@Dirty: Fair enough.

"I'll tell you later." Bullet said.

"Making multiple trips... Yes, it was a hassle."

OoC: Gotta be off for now..

 

[Outisakanobody]

Royce shrugged and ate.

 

[Furioso]

Fenrich's expression didn't change as Bullet walked away from him "Well at least I won't have to worry about that now... Looking up into the sky at the shiny object he said "Oh now what?"

 

[Chungus]

Hearing a sound resembling a object falling from the sky, Balthier put his bowl down and looked up, placing a hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun.

 

[Kirke]

The winding tone changed in pitch as the thing closed in on the ground. It seemed to be going rather quickly...

 

[HatchyHatch14]

Black woke up from her sleeping spot, she wondered over to the rest of the group. "I take it we haven't been attacked yet?" She asked.

 

[Chungus]

Balthier spotted the object in the sky, it would likely land right ontop of the deck of the ship. He jumped up and began backing off. "Unless that thing will turn out to be hostile, no." he said to Black as he passed her.

 

[Furioso]

Valvatorez and Fenrich backed away from the probable impact zone

 

[HatchyHatch14]

"Hmm?" Black replied as she looked up at the falling object. "That could be a Bomb....or a Missile......" Black said to Balthier, as she started to back slowly.

 

[Kirke]

The object smashed down into the deck, throwing up a cloud of debris and creating a deafening sound.

 

[Chungus]

Although he was far enough away to be spared from the large pieces of bebris that were flying around, Balthier was pelted by several small shards. He fell over backwards, almost his entire body covered with tiny lacerations.

 

[HatchyHatch14]

Black shield herself of the dust and bit debris by turning away and shielding with her coat, she coughed as the dust settled in the air for a few moments. "Well...at least it's not a bomb...." She remarked.

 

[Furioso]

Valvatorez and Fenrich covered their ears when the object hit, although with their larger ears and sharper hearing they ended up with ringing ears. As the debris flew it pelted Fenrich, but seemed to do little harm, although Valvatorez ended up taking a few cuts and a gash on the cheek

 

[Outisakanobody]

Royce got behind some cover and readied his Rossmore.

 

[Chungus]

Balthier slowly and shakily got to his feet. [sub]"Where is that medic when you need him..."[/sub] he muttered to himself, his voice weakly and trembling. Although the wounds were small, they were numerous and deep. Deciding he needed to get healed up before going into shock, wich judging by the way his body was shaking, would be soon, Balthier reached into one of the pouches and pulled out a potion. After pulling the cork out, Balthier gulped the blue liquid down and tossed the empty bottle over the side of the deck. He hissed in pain as the metal fragments began being forced out, occasionally making a gush of blood squirt out of the wounds. Once all of the farments had left his body, the wounds began healing. Unpleasant.

 

[Furioso]

Valvatorez and Fenrich approached the crater. As they did, Valvatorez pulled out a sardine and began to drain it of it's blood. His wounds started to, very slowly, knit themselves back together. They attempted to peer through the smoke at whatever had made the impact

 

[Kirke]

A white robot, with a huge head, rose from the dust. It looked around with eyes that seemed to speak dread, boredom and depression.
"Oh. That fall was not probable. How unfortunate that it was not longer."