AwesomeZero5

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Randy was somewhat more relaxed as everyone else or at least the engineers had made their way out of the cargo area. Which, he would rather not want to stick around too much longer mostly because of the sinking feeling was quite bothersome and worrying. Having waited or thought he had been waiting long enough he moved to follow after the others who were exiting. Still feeling numb in certain areas because of the previous impact against a wall of the cargo area. Being called ‘squirrel boy’ was not really appreciated. A little irritating, perhaps because it already seemed like a bad day. Seeing as his arms were full and the fact it seemed a bit more dangerous and out of the way to grab something else. The others had already seemed to grab a few loads on their way out. He instead simply went to and pulled himself out of the wreckage as well.

Upon climbing out of the wreckage it seems that a few goblins were ahead, with weapons. Definitely not one the best days around it seems. Not that it seemed like he could do much about it besides watch the chaos unfold in front of him. It seemed someone was off to deal with them for the moment so what did it matter? Randy simply continued on as whomever did combat with the said goblins. He tried to join up with the other engineers. It felt now was a time for pulling out a deck of cards or something while someone sets up a campfire. Neither of which he felt capable of doing.

He would, rather not look back at the sinking scene behind him. It seemed either moving forward or finding others was the best bet or waiting for the others to regroup here would work. Seeing as the goblins were being dealt with and the other engineers had supplies and so on to take care of, waiting here would probably be better if only for a little while.

The Front Row (Play as Yourself)

bonk?

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Randy heard the thud on the ship and let out a brief shiver. The sound of that definitely did not sound like a good welcoming or soft landing about to be made soon. Hopefully they would not land in water, please nothing like a large lake or anything of the like. If that occurred he doubted much could be salvaged from it. Especially some of his more personal items and works, those sinking would be a near nightmare. Since none of them could really swim on their own, yet. Another thud was heard from the top of the ship and Randy let out another uncomfortable shiver and placed down his wrench against the floor to keep his balance. He had been rocked despite this. What were the others and his boss? He tried grabbing onto some of the cargo expecting most of it to be tied down as a feline had advised. It also occurred to him, that he had been carrying around a large projectile that with the right force and direction could end up cracking someone’s lungs or skull. Deciding try and grip tighter onto that as it could end up in him or someone else otherwise.

Randy began to quickly repeating to himself in his head. I told him not to make a water landing right? Anything but in or on water. He continued to repeat this thought over and over again inside his head. He held tightly onto his wrench. He heard about the ship heading down and began repeating the words in his head again. Anything but in or on water! much louder. It began to slip out from his lips somewhat in quite whispers that were unnoticed by him. He got down on his knees and bent his back over trying to ‘brace’ himself. Really trying to keeps his breath steady and body relaxed.

The impact had sent Randy flying or perhaps sliding as if some unknown hand had thrown him toward a wall. He wrapped his arms around the large wrench and made the mistake of tensing up his arms. He felt like a ball be thrown. It was not until a moment later that things seemed to pace down. Felt like something was dropping. He ached somewhat, but there was no time for that. He continued to focus on relaxed and deep breathing for a while, he felt somewhat puffy again like earlier. His head, definitely felt shaken. Someone had something, no idea what it was. His ears felt as if they were ringing. Seemed like the things were mostly over, and Randy began to look up from his curled up position. His lower back, tail and something else were stinging from the impact but it mostly came off as fuzzy or numb than anything else. Someone had cracked open a hole in the ship. Another bloody hole that would need patching. He groaned and got to his feet. Immediately tried to urge the others out and toward the new made exit or some new work to be done for later. Mostly by gesturing toward it with both his wrench and arms. He could not come up with something to say, and in this moment he would likely have not been able to say it at all.

Viewfront Academy: School for the gifted.

yo

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Randy simply seemed to stand around and watch for a few moments. Being down below in the engine room or having been down there with quite a few people. One of them being his boss, another a merchant and a possible coworker of sorts in the future and a person with what seemed to be an animated doll. It seemed more than enough of an awkward situation and seeing as the boss was around and there events currently on going or at least he had suspected such. He could not simply slip away into a daydreaming fantasy, most work he could currently do seemed to be done and patched up with the materials he could find. It seemed to hold together well enough for the moment but he was definitely unsure about its sturdiness and how long it may last, especially if more trouble or violent ‘critics’ came along once more because of the performance. He continued to run that inside joke inside his skull and probably would keep tightly held onto it.

It seemed the one named ‘Hitori’ had briefly gone on about clouds as if going into a fantasy of some sort. Randy could not really blame him. Although he long knew that the clouds did not contain this ‘wonder’ except perhaps in imagination and through the mind. For a moment Randy could not help himself from staring out the window as well. Starting to drift out, slowly and unnoticed by the rest of his conscious mind. As he looked out toward the clouds and began to drift into them in a mental sense.

Randy did not come back until Cassius had approached him and even then it seemed to take a few moments for the words to get across. He really ought to try and nip that day dreaming habit in the bud, or whatever the appropriate saying was. Seems like he might not be able to finish his projects if all things went to hell. Oddly, he could not feel much panic for himself but instead rather for the projects and some certain others. “Okay.” Randy responded simply. “Bye, and in case we or at least I die. See you later.” He oddly felt a small grin creep up on his face He immediately went off to look for the workers, high and low to gather them. Finding a place that was structurally sound among the ship? The engine room seemed, to be fairing but puncture all around. The cargo hold might be the next safest bet, as long as most crates and so on were safely strapped down or would not fly about in a crash scenario. He would have to check that later or perhaps a brig if it was large enough.

Viewfront Academy: School for the gifted.

are the dorms for single or multiple people?

Viewfront Academy: School for the gifted.

Doruk let out a bit of a sigh wandering about the halls of the dorm rooms that were around. On the third floor it seemed. He seemed to be having quite an adventure around the area again to find the dorm room of which he belonged to or at least the one that he was supposed to be using at the academy. He had been constantly getting lost on these adventures actually, seeing as he was constantly out and about to help and volunteer for helping others and other locations that were nearby! Speaking of which, now was no different actually. He had recently returned from doing some work elsewhere.

It was just some garden work from the neighbors back home or at least that was the more simple way to put it. The work itself had fatigued him somewhat as it had consisted in helping cut down a tall tree that was in the lawn. Apparently it had been rotting on the inside and was attracted some insects of some sort into its hollowing trunk. He rather not know which insects, might have bothered him a little. Although the work itself had oddly been quite a satisfying feat, perhaps it was the actual chopping into it or watching the tree (safely) topple over. Some dirt was still clearly upon his shoes and lower parts of his pants for having helped removed the roots afterwards as well. Some cold sweat may have been visible on the back of his neck as well.

Someone had been walking down the halls. He believed her name to have been Evelyn or everly, or was it Beverly? Best to go with the first. He should really do his best to remember certain things better such as names, and dorm room numbers. He waved happily to her and chuckled. “Yo!” He said to the person approaching.

Viewfront Academy: School for the gifted.

@RoflsMazoy

aw okay

Viewfront Academy: School for the gifted.

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