@T Risket
Haha me too- got from a Twitter account called awful fantasy- this was my favorite quote from them
Haha me too- got from a Twitter account called awful fantasy- this was my favorite quote from them
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I'm going to reply for this one back at home with my notes- will happen later
@PharaohAtem can't crow just draw 20 Arkens then?
@LeonVon Sounds great thanks for the detailed response!
@LeonVon I figure Kat will be researching for details on what is going on quite often so I just posted that she is searching and will relay whatever she finds. Not certain how you would like to handle that moving forward
@LeonVon
As Kat wondered just who on earth Lizzie was and why she would be upset about ghosts. She heard the metal on metal grating sound that the rest of them had heard. Wilifred was apparently something of a man of many talents for at some point of the conversation she would not be able to identify he had vanished. Mr Blackfield guided them around to the other side of the property where there had once been an untended section section of lawn was now a clearly a helipad with a large black helicopter upon it. She blinked at it and stared down at the ground beginning to come up with possible schematics for how it could be done. No matter what she came up with, it was an impressive piece of engineering for sure. And expensive as bloody hell. This agency apparently had far more financial clout than she had ever expected. The ex-soldier, Adrien, seemed to be paying far more attention to the helicopter though.
She did not pay much attention till he claimed it was military only. She raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the large vehicle. To Kat, the helicopter only seemed to be that, while the electrical components that made up a vehicle were quite interesting, she had taken much of an interest in vehicles beyond that. She shrugged her shoulders and moved forward into the helicopter, settling herself comfortably into her seat and securing her seatbelt. She looked back out at the others and called out, "In for a penny, in for a pound. Are the rest of you coming along then?"
She secured her headset on so she would be able to communicate with everyone else over the roar of the helicopter. With that done, she pulled out her iPad and began searching for information relating to Elizabeth Smith, her farm, and the deaths of her son and husband in a barn. Any information she found would be related to the rest of whoever else entered the helicopter. She did not see any reason to delay starting her work. Given the mention of Griffins, Hydras, poltergeists, and not to mention the apparent scale of this agency. She had quite a lot of work ahead of her. She smiled down at the screen.
As Kat wondered just who on earth Lizzie was and why she would be upset about ghosts. She heard the metal on metal grating sound that the rest of them had heard. Wilifred was apparently something of a man of many talents for at some point of the conversation she would not be able to identify he had vanished. Mr Blackfield guided them around to the other side of the property where there had once been an untended section section of lawn was now a clearly a helipad with a large black helicopter upon it. She blinked at it and stared down at the ground beginning to come up with possible schematics for how it could be done. No matter what she came up with, it was an impressive piece of engineering for sure. And expensive as bloody hell. This agency apparently had far more financial clout than she had ever expected. The ex-soldier, Adrien, seemed to be paying far more attention to the helicopter though.
She did not pay much attention till he claimed it was military only. She raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the large vehicle. To Kat, the helicopter only seemed to be that, while the electrical components that made up a vehicle were quite interesting, she had taken much of an interest in vehicles beyond that. She shrugged her shoulders and moved forward into the helicopter, settling herself comfortably into her seat and securing her seatbelt. She looked back out at the others and called out, "In for a penny, in for a pound. Are the rest of you coming along then?"
She secured her headset on so she would be able to communicate with everyone else over the roar of the helicopter. With that done, she pulled out her iPad and began searching for information relating to Elizabeth Smith, her farm, and the deaths of her son and husband in a barn. Any information she found would be related to the rest of whoever else entered the helicopter. She did not see any reason to delay starting her work. Given the mention of Griffins, Hydras, poltergeists, and not to mention the apparent scale of this agency. She had quite a lot of work ahead of her. She smiled down at the screen.
@The One
Alia grew completely silent focusing only at the task on hand. The stitches themselves were easy to make and do but the sheer size of the tears in the wings meant that quite a large number needed to be made. Given that she had only ten more minutes according to Drayco's estimates, she was felt an enormous amount of pressure on her shoulders. It was entirely possible that the fate of her species depended solely on how well she had learn to sew. At any other point of time, she may have found that thought ridiculous and burst into laughter, but now she let only a single silent curse that she had not paid more attention to Shema's lessons. Her hands moved with speed as she sped through another tear in the wings and then another. Sweat began to bead on her mud covered brow sending thin clean lines racing down her face. She could hear the wing beats now and the occasional roar filled with the draconic ferocity she had grown so familiar with in the past hour or so. She pricked her hand with her needles in her haste and stifled a Yelp before continuing with renewed passion. As she finished the last stitch, hands cramping from the intense speed of the work she whispered one word to the dragon.
"Go."
Alia grew completely silent focusing only at the task on hand. The stitches themselves were easy to make and do but the sheer size of the tears in the wings meant that quite a large number needed to be made. Given that she had only ten more minutes according to Drayco's estimates, she was felt an enormous amount of pressure on her shoulders. It was entirely possible that the fate of her species depended solely on how well she had learn to sew. At any other point of time, she may have found that thought ridiculous and burst into laughter, but now she let only a single silent curse that she had not paid more attention to Shema's lessons. Her hands moved with speed as she sped through another tear in the wings and then another. Sweat began to bead on her mud covered brow sending thin clean lines racing down her face. She could hear the wing beats now and the occasional roar filled with the draconic ferocity she had grown so familiar with in the past hour or so. She pricked her hand with her needles in her haste and stifled a Yelp before continuing with renewed passion. As she finished the last stitch, hands cramping from the intense speed of the work she whispered one word to the dragon.
"Go."
@PharaohAtem wait Crow can draw pictures with other people's powers?
@paragloan
Erik watched Maddy carefully as she got through her apology, noting the various sounds and motions that had started to come from her as she got through what she had to say. His breath caught in his chest for a moment as again she insulted him by calling him vain the "no offense" doing little to assuage the verbal blow. 'Again she insults me? Why? She can't even look me in the eyes.' From there she continued to ramble on with her apology till she eventually lost steam and recognized that she was in fact rambling. She hesitatingly faltered with her speech rolling and back and forth on her heels and making small whimpering sounds. She looked like a lost puppy whining in order to gain his pity.
Erik gazed at her curiously a moment thinking on what to say next and what would leave the best impression. He had calmed down from this morning and was no longer exposed amongst people so he could take his time to think over the situation. While the unexpected insult had upset him, he was somewhat mollified by the feeling of superiority as she placed herself before his judgement, awaiting his verdict, and praying for his forgiveness. This seemed to be the correct way of things, the way things should be rather than being trapped in here because of his idiotic father.
"Boundaries? Alright let's make some of those. First, please stop calling me vain, I can't say that I appreciate that. Second, I am not trying to hit on you, if I was I am sure I would be aware of that so let's just put that behind us okay?" His tone was somewhat hard as he delivered these two items. He took a deep breath and visibly relaxed his muscles making it appear as though he was calmed down. He examined his reflection in the nearby reflection of the glass admiringly before turning his gaze to Maddy again. His voice took on a gentler tone, designed to put her at her ease. "Other than that, it's fine, water under the bridge. Others before you have had some outbursts here and a lot of them were a lot worst. I can understand Sarah upsetting you, but don't worry about Teres I already told her not to worry about this morning and that it wasn't representative of you." He raised his hands in a mollifying gesture. "Yes, yes kind I know. You don't have to say so... Unless you would like to. Anyway, we can be friends. Only friends. I am not interested in pursuing any other kind of relationship. If you have any other boundaries, just tell me or write them down. I don't see any reason why we can't get along. Oh and do me a favor? Tell Teres you were wrong about me?"
Erik looked at the girl trembling before him and felt an emotion close to pity. She must have been so embarrassed to have attacked him in this morning's tirade. He awkwardly, and with a great deal of hesitance placed his hand above her head without actually touching and patted the empty air."There... There. Everything's going to be okay. There was some uncertain hesitance between his theres. He stood uncertain of what to do, before his instincts kicked back in and he left his monogrammed black and gold handkerchief on the desk before Maddy for her to use. His stomach growled at him and he felt a pang of hunger.
"Clean up and come down to eat with us." Erik left the room now thinking only about saying his hunger to make sure he was in top physical form for the rest of the day. He entered the dining room once again and made certain to grab himself a good sized portion of acceptable food mainly proteins and veggies, but with some sweet fruit as well. When Teres got to the table he would lean over and ask, "Are you feeling alright?" with a look of genuine concern on his face.
Erik watched Maddy carefully as she got through her apology, noting the various sounds and motions that had started to come from her as she got through what she had to say. His breath caught in his chest for a moment as again she insulted him by calling him vain the "no offense" doing little to assuage the verbal blow. 'Again she insults me? Why? She can't even look me in the eyes.' From there she continued to ramble on with her apology till she eventually lost steam and recognized that she was in fact rambling. She hesitatingly faltered with her speech rolling and back and forth on her heels and making small whimpering sounds. She looked like a lost puppy whining in order to gain his pity.
Erik gazed at her curiously a moment thinking on what to say next and what would leave the best impression. He had calmed down from this morning and was no longer exposed amongst people so he could take his time to think over the situation. While the unexpected insult had upset him, he was somewhat mollified by the feeling of superiority as she placed herself before his judgement, awaiting his verdict, and praying for his forgiveness. This seemed to be the correct way of things, the way things should be rather than being trapped in here because of his idiotic father.
"Boundaries? Alright let's make some of those. First, please stop calling me vain, I can't say that I appreciate that. Second, I am not trying to hit on you, if I was I am sure I would be aware of that so let's just put that behind us okay?" His tone was somewhat hard as he delivered these two items. He took a deep breath and visibly relaxed his muscles making it appear as though he was calmed down. He examined his reflection in the nearby reflection of the glass admiringly before turning his gaze to Maddy again. His voice took on a gentler tone, designed to put her at her ease. "Other than that, it's fine, water under the bridge. Others before you have had some outbursts here and a lot of them were a lot worst. I can understand Sarah upsetting you, but don't worry about Teres I already told her not to worry about this morning and that it wasn't representative of you." He raised his hands in a mollifying gesture. "Yes, yes kind I know. You don't have to say so... Unless you would like to. Anyway, we can be friends. Only friends. I am not interested in pursuing any other kind of relationship. If you have any other boundaries, just tell me or write them down. I don't see any reason why we can't get along. Oh and do me a favor? Tell Teres you were wrong about me?"
Erik looked at the girl trembling before him and felt an emotion close to pity. She must have been so embarrassed to have attacked him in this morning's tirade. He awkwardly, and with a great deal of hesitance placed his hand above her head without actually touching and patted the empty air."There... There. Everything's going to be okay. There was some uncertain hesitance between his theres. He stood uncertain of what to do, before his instincts kicked back in and he left his monogrammed black and gold handkerchief on the desk before Maddy for her to use. His stomach growled at him and he felt a pang of hunger.
"Clean up and come down to eat with us." Erik left the room now thinking only about saying his hunger to make sure he was in top physical form for the rest of the day. He entered the dining room once again and made certain to grab himself a good sized portion of acceptable food mainly proteins and veggies, but with some sweet fruit as well. When Teres got to the table he would lean over and ask, "Are you feeling alright?" with a look of genuine concern on his face.
I'm working on reply now for Maddy should have it up hopefully soon depending on how busy work is
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