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@Theyra I think your post might have gotten cut off
Twofer!
"Loud and clear, thank you, Robin," Wraith responded politely to the message. The others were here, good. "I searched most of the decks below. Everything seems to be clear." Maybe they were too late, or maybe he just hadn't been thorough enough.
He phased through another wall and paused in the hallway to fiddle with his comm device. A loud cladder caused him to look up. A man dressed in red was hauling ass away from him. That must be their villain!
"I found him. He's heading up top," Wraith's words sounded no more urgent than if he was discussing the weather. He picked up and flew after the man. The villain climbed into what appeared to be a floating door and vanished. Wraith paused. An invisible ship, perhaps?
He took a chance and became incorporeal, flying towards where the man had disappeared. He phased through a wall and into what looked like a tiny flying craft of some sort. He was a bit startled, but quickly got over it.
"Mr. Scarlett Scarab," He addressed the villain politely as he approached him from behind. "I believe surrender would be wise." He passed to radio the team. "He's in an invisible aircraft of some sort. I'm inside with eyes on him now."
Starter is up! I would have liked it to be a bit more in depth, but, you know, it's late and I'm ready for bed!
Aug 21, 1914
The massive ship rocked steadily on the choppy water. Waves sprayed over the deck, drenching any who dared to venture out from below. The occasional rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance.
Their journey had been fairly smooth so far, aside from the current storm. Three days ago, they left port for a set of coordinance in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. From there, they would dive down in a submarine to the ocean floor and...pick around for artifacts or something. Honestly, it all sounded pretty asinine. But, Sasha was getting paid big bucks to take this little vacation, so he would keep his doubts to himself.
He'd kept himself busy the last three days by helping load and unload equipment around the ship. He'd wandered around the cargo hold a bit to admit the magnificent submarine, and maybe even got sea sick once or twice. The books he'd been wise enough to bring had been a great time killer. He had a feeling he'd get all his summer reading done on this trip. Honestly, Sasha wasn't sure why Whitmore thought an entire armed militia was necessary. They were going to the ocean floor, what were they supposed to fight? Lobsters?
It was safe to say that he didn't buy into this "Atlantis" nonsense one bit. Sasha was a realist. He didn't believe in fairies, ghosts, or lost cities. But, who knows, maybe he'd be wrong.
The bunk he'd claimed as his own wasn't nearly big enough for him. He laid on his back, head propped up and feet hanging off the end, a book in his hands. Sasha was good at keeping to himself. He'd exchanged polite chat with his crew mates when it was necessary, but he wasn't exactly the image of hospitality. They seemed alright, though.
Accepted!
Also, I'm working on a starter now!
Also, I'm working on a starter now!
Well, I said I'd try, but it's 2 AM and I just got a chance to sit down and I'm too tired to think. It would probably be best for me to try again either tomorrow morning or night.
I'll try to get a starter up tonight if I have time!
@Mao Mao Aww ): Best of luck!
@sassy1085: I'd like to give KZOMBI3 a little more time to post their form. We'll probably start in a day or two otherwise.
@sassy1085: I'd like to give KZOMBI3 a little more time to post their form. We'll probably start in a day or two otherwise.
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