We Are Our Avatars V (Closed)
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"Well that's...T-that's what good people do...right?" Royce said with a nervous smile, rubbing his hands together.
Black simply nodded, then walked into a shop and went about buying batteries and wires for her Transmitter.
The broadcast finishes afterwards, descending into static for a few seconds before the recorder realized there would be no more transmissions. "Huh. Well, I suppose we should send a radio message to him. You want to do it, or should I?"
Seeing the black-haired scantly clad woman who Balthier saw riding a motorcycle of some sorts enter a building, Balthier followed suit. Walking up to Black, he said, "Greetings. I saw you earlier battling those worms. You're also stranded here, are you not? Or are you native to this land?"
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Black turned around to Balthier. "No...I'm not a native of this place...or world...." She replied. "I'm going to guess your as lost as I am....either way, My name Is Black...." She added as she put her hand out to Balthier.
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Black turned around to Balthier. "No...I'm not a native of this place...or world...." She replied. "I'm going to guess your as lost as I am....either way, My name Is Black...." She added as she put her hand out to Balthier.
Jensen shook his head on hearing the transmission.
"What the hell were we supposed to get out of that? Huh. I'll return the message, for all the good it'll do. He straightened up in the seat and behind the shades, his eyes flickered slightly as his cochlear implanted comms system changed to the broadcast channel.
"Unknown broadcaster, we are unable to give you an exact location or bearing. If you are stranded in the desert, all I can tell you is that we are in a large town located at the base of a dune, just off the interdune boundary. I don't know the range of your transmission, but if it's significantly shorter than mine, then you may be able to locate us. Over."
"What the hell were we supposed to get out of that? Huh. I'll return the message, for all the good it'll do. He straightened up in the seat and behind the shades, his eyes flickered slightly as his cochlear implanted comms system changed to the broadcast channel.
"Unknown broadcaster, we are unable to give you an exact location or bearing. If you are stranded in the desert, all I can tell you is that we are in a large town located at the base of a dune, just off the interdune boundary. I don't know the range of your transmission, but if it's significantly shorter than mine, then you may be able to locate us. Over."
On entrance to the tavern, the group would see that it's rather large but sparsely populated with patrons of the same species as those seen around town. In fact they would be able to see a bear playing a poker-esque card game with two insectoids, a gas masked person and a hooded man. The bear is outlining various degrees of quantum mechanics as he plays with the insectoids listening intently. There is also a couple sat near the back of the tavern that stand out slightly from the rest as well as a pair at another table where one patron was silent whilst the other boasted in a drunken slur "Thes is the bes job we 'ave evar takin'! Itsh so mush better than that other zingh we tried an tha pay ish pretty good too! Gimme som more liquorice pleas."
The barkeep is a large man with a bald head and big green crimson beard. He peers down at the Ryu as he asks his question before replying with "342 09148 9418-12043". Eve then sidled up next to Ryu and said "Oops, one sec." She popped on a helmet and spoke to the man in a long spiel involving a series of numbers. The bar keep nodded and began reaching around underneath the counter for something. Eve pulled off her helm and spoke to Ryu. "I'm sorry, he thought you spoke more than basic. He's just getting his translator. People tend to require one after they learn a bunch of languages. It can be pretty problematic." The barkeep placed a small metal device over his ear before directing his attention to Ryu. "Sorry about that laddie, what was it you was wanting again?" he asked.
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The barkeep is a large man with a bald head and big green crimson beard. He peers down at the Ryu as he asks his question before replying with "342 09148 9418-12043". Eve then sidled up next to Ryu and said "Oops, one sec." She popped on a helmet and spoke to the man in a long spiel involving a series of numbers. The bar keep nodded and began reaching around underneath the counter for something. Eve pulled off her helm and spoke to Ryu. "I'm sorry, he thought you spoke more than basic. He's just getting his translator. People tend to require one after they learn a bunch of languages. It can be pretty problematic." The barkeep placed a small metal device over his ear before directing his attention to Ryu. "Sorry about that laddie, what was it you was wanting again?" he asked.
OOC:Still moving my laptop.
"No, I don't do any of those. I don't even think I know anything that does those. Maybe Twilight would know of something that does those? My name is Derpy Hooves! What's you name Gas-Masky?"
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Bullet entered the bar as well, finally something to eat. She walked over to the barkeep and asked for any specials they had for the day.
She really was hungry.
Bullet entered the bar as well, finally something to eat. She walked over to the barkeep and asked for any specials they had for the day.
She really was hungry.
Balthier smiled a little, though Black's manner of speech stuck him as odd. "That I am. Name's Balthier. A pleasure, I'm sure." he replied, shaking Black's hand. "I must say. Had you not best seek a change of attire? You're rather exposed to the elements wearing as little as you do." he casually added.
"I spent my time in my mansion. Mostly reading books and enjoying gifts that my father would give me." Rozalin replied to Daniel. She let out a wistful sigh, as that explanation served to remind her about what she would much rather be doing. She gave Royce a derisive 'Hmph' before speaking. "I would not know what 'good' people do. For I am a demon. Though...perhaps these notions of 'good' are not entirely worthless. There is a chance that I would not still be alive right now were it not for your assistance."
Bryce watched the others that had been walking with them. "Hey, you guys want to join us?" He says across the bar, standing up to pull a table or two together.