Ramia shook her head. "I don't like your plan, but..." She sighed and nodded "If there is no other way... I was kinda wishing I'd have a moment to talk with her, but... That'll have to wait then..." The dark haired woman seemed a bit off - not in an alarming way, more like her mind was wandering.
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STATUS: Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing. 8 yrs ago
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Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing.
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I don't really see a need to change the post - if you do, please enlighten me.
Sorry it took a while to post ^^;
Ramia managed to calm herself down reasonably quick and began working on the Guardian's thrusters. She wasn't much of a technician, but she knew the basics and knew the workings of the Flight Suit inside and out. While working the dark haired woman drowned out all outside sounds, thoughts and other such - mostly because she didn't want to make even the smallest mistake. Huzuni can go to hell for all I care... I hate being and equal with people... apart from maybe Belle... Though... She really isn't, is she?
Ramia stopped working and closed her eyes for a moment. What if I'm below them? Would that be a fitting punishment for my failures? Would that soothe the horrible sense of humor of some divine being? She lowered herself down from the thrusters and stared at the wall. Will I be forgotten like these nobodies? Will I just be a minor side note on the pages of history? No, Ramia Zeon will NOT be forgotten. Ramia gritted her teeth and shook her head, trying to push those kinds of thoughts away as she paced around the storage space. If I had been smarter and more ruthless I wouldn't be in this predicament... I would still be the First Lady of Xian... I would still have control over SOMETHING... She paused to punch the wall with her bionic arm and let out a rather annoyed groan. I should just go and talk to Belle... If she forgives me she might listen to me...
The dark haired woman felt half naked without the trench coat of hers, but she wasn't in a state of mind to go and pick it up. She had even discarded the gray jacket of hers and was now wearing just a black tank top. If someone was to see her now they'd be privy to the full glory of the very shoddy work done on the bionic arm of hers. Ramia was brought back to the waking world from her thoughts by James calling the crew. What can I do? Why should I be there? ...Why should I care? She pushed the thought aside and with some reluctance made her way to James' location. "Ok, McLoyed, you can calm down." The look in the Halcyon General's eye made it obvious that she was in full planning mode. Just shut the life support for a minute, that should knock her out without doing too much damage to her brains... I do like the brains though... Would hate to waste them... Besides she might get seriously hurt from a stunt like that... So that's out of the picture for now...
She touched the burt side of her face with the fingers of her right arm. "What do you want me to do?" Ramia asked with a calm tone. "I can't get through a door like that..." Besides Belle would probably act violently if I approach her so... Not much help there McLoyed... "You are the boss here, give an order and I'll follow."
Ramia stopped working and closed her eyes for a moment. What if I'm below them? Would that be a fitting punishment for my failures? Would that soothe the horrible sense of humor of some divine being? She lowered herself down from the thrusters and stared at the wall. Will I be forgotten like these nobodies? Will I just be a minor side note on the pages of history? No, Ramia Zeon will NOT be forgotten. Ramia gritted her teeth and shook her head, trying to push those kinds of thoughts away as she paced around the storage space. If I had been smarter and more ruthless I wouldn't be in this predicament... I would still be the First Lady of Xian... I would still have control over SOMETHING... She paused to punch the wall with her bionic arm and let out a rather annoyed groan. I should just go and talk to Belle... If she forgives me she might listen to me...
The dark haired woman felt half naked without the trench coat of hers, but she wasn't in a state of mind to go and pick it up. She had even discarded the gray jacket of hers and was now wearing just a black tank top. If someone was to see her now they'd be privy to the full glory of the very shoddy work done on the bionic arm of hers. Ramia was brought back to the waking world from her thoughts by James calling the crew. What can I do? Why should I be there? ...Why should I care? She pushed the thought aside and with some reluctance made her way to James' location. "Ok, McLoyed, you can calm down." The look in the Halcyon General's eye made it obvious that she was in full planning mode. Just shut the life support for a minute, that should knock her out without doing too much damage to her brains... I do like the brains though... Would hate to waste them... Besides she might get seriously hurt from a stunt like that... So that's out of the picture for now...
She touched the burt side of her face with the fingers of her right arm. "What do you want me to do?" Ramia asked with a calm tone. "I can't get through a door like that..." Besides Belle would probably act violently if I approach her so... Not much help there McLoyed... "You are the boss here, give an order and I'll follow."
So, wait, James is outside Belle's room, correct?
And Huzuni is at the bridge, or am I mistaken?
And Huzuni is at the bridge, or am I mistaken?
You know what that ship needs? A better firewall.
Oh crud...
Bah! Emotions are for the weak! It's just raining!
I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... Ramia stared after Belle and closed her eyes. "I suggest you find a way to either remove the virus or at the very least make it completely harmless." There was not even a small hint of her statement being in any way a 'suggestion', it was still a direct order. The dark haired woman shook her head, opened her eyes and headed towards the storage area where the Guardian was kept.
I only tried to help her... I did my best... Ramia leaned her head against the cold metal that composed the Guardian's leg. "Damnit..." She mumbled to herself and again closed her eyes. "Damnit.." She slumped down to the floor with her back against the metal of the Flight Suit. Few tears found their way from the side of her right eye to her cheek. The fingers of her bionic arm clinched to a fist and slammed against the floor. "...I'm sorry."
I only tried to help her... I did my best... Ramia leaned her head against the cold metal that composed the Guardian's leg. "Damnit..." She mumbled to herself and again closed her eyes. "Damnit.." She slumped down to the floor with her back against the metal of the Flight Suit. Few tears found their way from the side of her right eye to her cheek. The fingers of her bionic arm clinched to a fist and slammed against the floor. "...I'm sorry."
EXTREMELY! CALMLY! >w<
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