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by Torsiedelle » Tue Oct 13, 2015 6:45 pm
by The Carlisle » Tue Oct 13, 2015 7:44 pm
by Giovenith » Wed Oct 14, 2015 1:26 am
by Cerillium » Wed Oct 14, 2015 10:58 am
The BranRiech wrote:"Then it can be a project for Rachelle and I." Bran responded to the idea that the helicopter would need to be modified. The boy wasn't wrong in the slightest, unless some fuel could be scrounged up from somewhere nearby. "Definitely possible, but now, we've got enough to go for a few hours yet." He nodded, lugging open the cargo door to reveal the space inside.
The space inside was quite spacious, with several jumpseats right down the middle with some rudimentary seatbelts spread between them. It certainly wasn't a comfortable arrangement, but it could carry around 10 fully loaded soldiers. On the walls opposite the benches in the middle, various pouches and boxes hung from the indoor side of the fuselage. They rustled and bounced against the walls as the chopper was rolled back to the landing pad.
"Everyone inside!" Bran shouted over the various questions being asked, trying to make eye contact with everyone, including Romulus. Bran's eyes widened, the burly brute of a man was intimidating enough, but would he even fit in the chopper, and what of Marcus?
"If you can't get the seatbelts on, just uh, hold onto stuff, I'll take it easy as we get over there."
Hopping off of the passenger-step up to the cargo bay, Bran's trench-coat fluttered as he ran over to the cockpit, clambering up a few foot-grooves in the side, up into the open window. As soon as he was in, the window was pulled shut, and a low hum started whirring up, some sputtering puking out of the engines.
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Fvaarniimar » Wed Oct 14, 2015 11:51 am
by Northwest Slobovia » Wed Oct 14, 2015 5:59 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:"Demens isn't one to ask for worship," Klaus leaned his elbows on the top of the fence. "My guess is they do it anyway. Chaotic gods aren't like Creators. Fickle. Very fickle. I haven't been inside the church to see what it's about. For all we know, they embrace a philosophy or engage in meditation rather than praying to a deity. I prefer to worship the mighty coffee bean. There's a pub in the inn here, but I think I might skip in in favor of Minerva's special blend."
Swith Witherward wrote:He pushed off the rail and neatened himself. "Beside, my beloved is due to die soon. Next verse, same as the first, and she sings that song twice a day. I hate being apart from her when she goes."
Primordial Luxa wrote:"The strangeness occurs when you get down into the gritty details of what actually just happen. On paper its not that unusual, but do remember the average apartment dweller has fought off alien invasion, but when you look at it all under a microscope it can shatter your very basic understanding of nature and reality. The piecing together of disjointed facts and events can suddenly lead to revelations that cause such stress on the mind that it snaps like a twig. Luckily people in the modern age are slowly eased into crazy notions about things like this so its less damaging but if you jump in the deep end or meddle with the wrong things it can be very strange."
"You see i'm not super, just well informed, anyone or anything could do what I just did. Did you know that using arcanotech you can control your gravitational field the same way you can control you breathing? That's all I did a little bit of focus and a minor sacrifice and I shifted the small amount of gravity my body has into several different locations causing the apple to be stuck in a gravity well and float over her. Theoretically if I had enough resources I could do it on a larger scale and cause all sorts of crazy things to happen."
Giovenith wrote:She grew a determined look. "I believe we should help them, but up better defenses and safeguards. At the very least some kind of fence, or saferooms, or something. If they will take our help at all, of course."
by Primordial Luxa » Wed Oct 14, 2015 7:54 pm
Northwest Slobovia wrote:Amanda listened intently to the first part of Primordial's explanation -- she'd only ever heard Sandy talk about the guts of magic before -- but then her face momentarily flashed a sour expression before becoming carefully neutral. After he finished speaking, Amanda seemed to study the apple tree for a little while before turning back to him. "What do you do when you're not on the sales floor? For fun or relaxation, I mean. I sing. Sandy plays basketball. We both cook and bake. How about you?"
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Torsiedelle » Wed Oct 14, 2015 8:47 pm
by Fvaarniimar » Wed Oct 14, 2015 9:51 pm
by Torsiedelle » Wed Oct 14, 2015 10:12 pm
by Swith Witherward » Thu Oct 15, 2015 1:36 pm
Torsiedelle wrote:Torii nodded and stepped away from Klaus. He was a little intimidating to her, but she realized that he was just letting them go. She followed Myra back and helped put away the medical supplies.
On the way back, Torii thought about what Myra told her. She felt nervous, but she new that she should see Drova. That, and maybe Tsu. She was still confused.
Inside, Torii quickly out the supplies away and popped her back, taking a breather. The clubhouse, then? Ain't hung out there in a while. I wouldn't mind chips, either.", she agreed with Myra. "I wonder if Drova will come."
She gulped. She still had something to talk about with the boy. Would he still want to see her?
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by Fvaarniimar » Thu Oct 15, 2015 2:27 pm
...Subabsurdus and Main, the very last structure found in the Market District and the home of the Heroes of...
by Chedastan » Thu Oct 15, 2015 3:38 pm
by Torsiedelle » Thu Oct 15, 2015 5:07 pm
by Giovenith » Thu Oct 15, 2015 6:22 pm
by Northwest Slobovia » Thu Oct 15, 2015 8:30 pm
Primordial Luxa wrote:"Mental and physical stimulation mostly" he said bluntly "Either that or indulge in various hedonistic pastimes, TV, radio, exotic food so on and so forth. [...] He paused here and began walking towards some of the stalls trying to see exactly what was being sold around here. He also changed the topic because he got the feeling that in hindsight it might have been a bad idea to speak so candidly. "What do you sing exactly?"
Giovenith wrote:"Not sure about all this," she admitted to Sandy, looking around. "Must be very recent, probably the extra room for all the refugees."
by Highfort » Thu Oct 15, 2015 8:38 pm
by Fvaarniimar » Thu Oct 15, 2015 9:14 pm
by Northwest Slobovia » Thu Oct 15, 2015 9:26 pm
Highfort wrote:"I think we should address the medical staff especially in the meeting. I know that you don't want public condemnation but they need to understand that we won't tolerate certain behaviors. It makes the Building and ourselves look bad and we need all the friends we can get right now."
by Torsiedelle » Fri Oct 16, 2015 12:59 am
by Primordial Luxa » Fri Oct 16, 2015 10:23 am
Northwest Slobovia wrote:Amanda gave Primordial a funny look, then glanced down, trying to make make sure she caught his meaning. "So... you're a gastronome and an artist?" She spoke with decided hesitation, uncertain of what to make of Primordial's description even after thinking about it. She was tempted to write him off as a hopelessly eccentric spellcaster, but it was hard for her to do so when the god from downstairs had just mentioned that his SO died twice a day, and he felt he should be with her when she did.
"I mostly sing popular songs. But also some church music, show tunes, and even a few arias, though I don't really have the range for many of them."
She caught Primordial's gaze as he looked over the stalls. "Why don't we walk down the street to the inn, looking at the shops as we go? Then we can get something for breakfast, and try to talk to people at the inn."
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Cerillium » Fri Oct 16, 2015 2:10 pm
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Highfort » Fri Oct 16, 2015 4:47 pm
by Fvaarniimar » Fri Oct 16, 2015 7:26 pm
by Torsiedelle » Fri Oct 16, 2015 8:21 pm
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