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I have two possible characters. One would join in on the growing repertoire of color coded sentai-esque characters, the other is....a bit disturbing. I need my arm twisted.
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I have two possible characters. One would join in on the growing repertoire of color coded sentai-esque characters, the other is....a bit disturbing. I need my arm twisted.
....So I have a second character. It's just a terrible idea. Someone twist my arm
Jax can probably keep fighting despite the pain, but unless someone in Mahora is a well intentioned healer, this fight would most likely retire him from the whole "survive for a month then confront the Viewer" game.
Well, since Borderlands is a thing here.....
"The Hyperion corporation would like to remind you that the afterlife is extremely boring, and not worth visiting."
I'm ready to go.
From now on Jake Lawton is to be known as 'Space Cowboy'
Garie - Yellow Flag
Gari would have shrugged as she watched Jake go, if she could muster the lack of caring necessary for it. As it stood, she merely shifted to the side as he left. "What's his problem," she muttered to herself indifferently. She wanted to escape too, that was for sure, but for that she needed magical, alchemical assistance. Some space cowboy wasn't going to be able to help with that, especially if he couldn't muster a single motivation for them working together beyond 'because we're in the same situation.'
That said, she turned to listen to the explanation as it was given. Well then, someone who wanted to kill a nigh omnipotent being? That was a goal that Garie could get along with, and one that she knew Carol could approve of. It was secondary to getting out of here, of course, but she wouldn't be above lending a hand when the time came.
And shortly thereafter there was an appearance from the mysterious figure in person. Garie frowned, unimpressed by the sight that she was greeted to, the humanoid figure with a legitimate question mark on his face. Hmph, Carol was more impressive. Especially hen she was going all out.
Well, for now there was nothing to be done about it. She would play along, and wait for her opportunity to act, and take advantage of whatever situation arose. So, she rested in the bar a few moments longer before heading out into the city. She needed shelter, and the memories she had gotten would provide that. And if the relevant people complained, well, she could deal with that. All in all, this would be simple.
Gari would have shrugged as she watched Jake go, if she could muster the lack of caring necessary for it. As it stood, she merely shifted to the side as he left. "What's his problem," she muttered to herself indifferently. She wanted to escape too, that was for sure, but for that she needed magical, alchemical assistance. Some space cowboy wasn't going to be able to help with that, especially if he couldn't muster a single motivation for them working together beyond 'because we're in the same situation.'
That said, she turned to listen to the explanation as it was given. Well then, someone who wanted to kill a nigh omnipotent being? That was a goal that Garie could get along with, and one that she knew Carol could approve of. It was secondary to getting out of here, of course, but she wouldn't be above lending a hand when the time came.
And shortly thereafter there was an appearance from the mysterious figure in person. Garie frowned, unimpressed by the sight that she was greeted to, the humanoid figure with a legitimate question mark on his face. Hmph, Carol was more impressive. Especially hen she was going all out.
Well, for now there was nothing to be done about it. She would play along, and wait for her opportunity to act, and take advantage of whatever situation arose. So, she rested in the bar a few moments longer before heading out into the city. She needed shelter, and the memories she had gotten would provide that. And if the relevant people complained, well, she could deal with that. All in all, this would be simple.
Sending PM's to the both of you, that's what I think.
Interested. I'll see what I can come up with.
Bumping anew.
Garie - Yellow Flag
While it was amusing at first, Garie rapidly tired of the chivalrous attitude, especially as the man seemed to embark on a trip down memory lane. Good for him, but it merely increased her desire to drag him off somewhere and rip all those memories away for herself. She didn't need the power, but it would be very satisfying nonetheless.
"Okay, watch it cowboy," she said at last, gaze narrowing to get her disapproval across. She wasn't some wilting flower after all, even if she wasn't a combat specced Autoscorer like Micha. Certainly she could handle herself here, from what she could determine of the memories she had gotten.
With that said, she turned slightly, letting her arm drop as she moved to a different pose, indicating her disinterest. "Is that all?" Really, for someone who wanted her to help him, he wasn't very good at being convincing.
While it was amusing at first, Garie rapidly tired of the chivalrous attitude, especially as the man seemed to embark on a trip down memory lane. Good for him, but it merely increased her desire to drag him off somewhere and rip all those memories away for herself. She didn't need the power, but it would be very satisfying nonetheless.
"Okay, watch it cowboy," she said at last, gaze narrowing to get her disapproval across. She wasn't some wilting flower after all, even if she wasn't a combat specced Autoscorer like Micha. Certainly she could handle herself here, from what she could determine of the memories she had gotten.
With that said, she turned slightly, letting her arm drop as she moved to a different pose, indicating her disinterest. "Is that all?" Really, for someone who wanted her to help him, he wasn't very good at being convincing.
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