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I'm just gonna go ahead and drop so I don't hold you guys back.
Though not familiar with the ATV specifically, Cecil was competent enough to assist with the repairs on the damaged vehicle.
When he was worried about annoying Kenny, he decided to get a drink. There was likely water in the ATV, but two other Junkers off under a tree seemed to have a cantine and food. Cecil hefted his rifle over his shoulder and walked over to them.
"Hello," he greeted wearily, not quite feeling bad about interrupting. "Could I join you? That, uh, was some... Event."
When he was worried about annoying Kenny, he decided to get a drink. There was likely water in the ATV, but two other Junkers off under a tree seemed to have a cantine and food. Cecil hefted his rifle over his shoulder and walked over to them.
"Hello," he greeted wearily, not quite feeling bad about interrupting. "Could I join you? That, uh, was some... Event."
Oh, I should have caught up on the OOC before posting.
Rolf glanced at the image in the fire as he stood to face the newest arrival.
"Finding somewhere else might not be an option," he mused alllowed, watching the circle converge on the miniature camp in the fire.
"Our mutual friend the mask advises us to do nothing. Very well, I will have faith, and if there's to be a fellowship, it will have the sword of the Ashfoots."
He drew the smaller of the two swords from the hip of his armor, but merely stood with the point in the ground and his hands resting on the pommel.
"Finding somewhere else might not be an option," he mused alllowed, watching the circle converge on the miniature camp in the fire.
"Our mutual friend the mask advises us to do nothing. Very well, I will have faith, and if there's to be a fellowship, it will have the sword of the Ashfoots."
He drew the smaller of the two swords from the hip of his armor, but merely stood with the point in the ground and his hands resting on the pommel.
That's very possible to be honest. It's definitely an idea I can hold on to.
So if I bring it back, who is gonna be a Mulder and who is gonna be a Scully?
So if I bring it back, who is gonna be a Mulder and who is gonna be a Scully?
Have you killed Cecil off yet? If not I'd like to catch up. I had some trouble being around during the last week, but I'd like to be back if it's allowed.
Saying like "The old man talked to you." vs. "The old man talked to the travelers."
Yes but you're still referring to us as if we are our characters when you earlier told us that we are to describe their actions instead of be inside their heads.
Oh yes, I'm in agreement with this. It should be written in third person, at least now that we're past the opening post.
More were coming, but Rolf seemed to be in a safe place right now, so with the offer of tea he he began to undo his armor. There were bolts behind his hips, and after undoing them the back of his chestplate flipped upward, allowing him to step backwards(a little clumsily without a squire) out of his armor. His head was momentarily caught under the cape that he had forgotten to remove, but he flipped it over the now free-standing armor's head and sat down by the fire.
His clothes underneath were originally crisp, but plain gray and orange linens, but now they were wrinkled and smelled of sweat. He was shorter out of the armor, but broad shouldered and not small by any means. He gladly accepted the tea. He didn't need it to warm him, but the liquid and the meager energy it gave him were a gods send. With tea in hand, he listened to the man's explanations.
Rolf twirled two fingers in a "get on with it" motion. "You're speaking in riddles. If your cause is worthy I will gladly lend my sword to it, but I must know it first." His voice was deep with a tired rasp to it.
His clothes underneath were originally crisp, but plain gray and orange linens, but now they were wrinkled and smelled of sweat. He was shorter out of the armor, but broad shouldered and not small by any means. He gladly accepted the tea. He didn't need it to warm him, but the liquid and the meager energy it gave him were a gods send. With tea in hand, he listened to the man's explanations.
Rolf twirled two fingers in a "get on with it" motion. "You're speaking in riddles. If your cause is worthy I will gladly lend my sword to it, but I must know it first." His voice was deep with a tired rasp to it.
@Fabricant451 I'll miss being a fake supernatural roommate. :( I really liked the character I came up with, and wish I could have gone further with him.
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