"Hmmm... Inter-dimensional?" Guts asked in a mysterious manner. In truth, he wasn't entirely sure what that meant. Apparently he'd escaped his world entirely. Griffith was up to some serious shit.
"Alright. Ask away, then." he said, cautiously sheathing the Dragonslayer.
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It might just be because in the older Multiverse RPs, someone would at least try to tell the new guys what happened...Waiting for someone to go to you is lazy and, more importantly, doesn't work most of the time. If you wanna get involved, just read up on what's going on and jump in.
"Sure; I already know what I want." Bee handed the big, padded menu to the cowboy.
"Sir, I'd like a strawberry sundae." he smiled at the man operating the counter. He responded with a glare that could be best described as him wanting to make an expression of disgust, but had lost so much faith in humanity he couldn't muster up enough to care. The man behind the counter turned and began scooping ice cream and slicing strawberries.
"Alright, that's my order, so what do you want? And how abo- Cirno? Hey, where are Cirno and Okuu? Didn't they want ice cream, too?" he asked.
Bee tugged on his shoes and socks, then threw on his tie and vest.
"Alright, I'm ready. Let's head on in." he said, entering the diner. The man was greeted by a gust of cool air and a ringing bell. A grizzled, grumpy old man greeted him with barely a grunt as he wiped a damp rag over the counter. In the corner, Chuck Berry radiated from a jukebox.
"Hello, sir. Do you sell ice cream?" Bee asked, smiling as he leaned an elbow onto the counter. The man gave him a glare one would only expect reserved for the worst of criminals before slapping down an oversized, colorful menu with great deals on daily specials.
"...Thanks."
"I'm not leaving until I find an ice cream stand." Bee replied, putting his hands on his hips.
"I promised my friends ice cream, so they're gonna get it. Got it? I don't back out when I promise someone something." he turned back around, and continued to trudge through the sand. He'd find ice cream soon. He had to. He promised.
"Anyways, if you can't bring me to a city, just bring me to the next closest thing. At least show me a map. How am I supposed to know where I am without a map?" Guts said, eyeing the primate with his singular eyeball. Steadily, he shifted the weight of the Dragonslayer to over his shoulder, as opposed to down to the side.
I guess you're right, but now I kinda wanna see a real Mexican standoff.
In time, I suppose.
Guts and the gorilla, remember?Between whom?You forgot about the Mexican Standoff.How much have I missed in Siberia?The entire defense force on the surface has been neutralized, those who surrendered are now being recruited, apparently there's generic T-Virus zombies in your main facility, and nine SE commandos are in the main entrance to the labs proper.
You forgot about the Mexican Standoff.How much have I missed in Siberia?The entire defense force on the surface has been neutralized, those who surrendered are now being recruited, apparently there's generic T-Virus zombies in your main facility, and nine SE commandos are in the main entrance to the labs proper.
"Oh man, I didn't expect this many to tag along." Bee smiled, looking around. It was good to have this many friends, like this.
"We'll get some ice cream at the first stand I see. I just don't know when we'll see one, but it can't be that hard to find near a beach, right?" he asked, trudging forward.
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