POOHEAD189

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@FantasyChic Hope the move is going smoothly^^

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@POOHEAD189 - My other adopted Uncle here on RPG. I appreciate the work he does as a mod, though I really wish he'd stop judging my sleeping habits. I'd give you a cookie any day.

@HaleyTheRandom

The Sunday Group

@ihinka I'm sure someone wrote down 'smelling salts' in the grocery list.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil felt as if he had died, but after a moment, when the fog had lifted from his jarred mind, he realized death couldn't be this uncomfortable. His mind was too shaken, and his body was even worse. He found himself face down in the rubble, and what luck remained with him kept him from being crushed. Instead he felt nauseous and utterly weak. It was fortunate he had been a bit further away than Saxon or Sayeeda, but not by much.

Shakily, and pausing at least four times, he slowly pushed himself up. Meanwhile, the Hexanagallion gazed at Sayeeda with a fury. He was far weaker now than he had been, and a hunk of metal had been rammed into his side. But he was strong enough to shove Junebug off. The Captain hit the ground rolling, which only caused her to curl up and vomit. Unsteadily, the Xenos got to one knee, and then did his best to rise.

"Captain!" Neil called, his voice croaking at the effort. He crawled over to her, having gathered one of their lost pistols on the ground. He helped her sit up slowly. It was very likely Saxon sought to crush them both then and there, his incredibly durable biology letting him remain standing even after that. But shots rang out around them, missing them but ricocheting off the walls dangerously close to them.

Neil pointed his gun at Saxon. Normally it would do little to him, but the Xenos hesitated a second time. His armor and physiology had been torn up in various places. "Ah, ah, ah..."

The Hex growled, a guttural clicking sound that echoed off the enclosed rubble they found themselves in. "Where's your ship?" Neil asked him.

"Why would I help you?" Saxon demanded. "I should kill you."

"At the moment, we need each other in case you didn't realize." Neil winked at Junebug. The Captain having grabbed the other pistol she had strapped to her leg. Both of their guns were now on Saxon. To his credit, the Hex didn't seem scared. It only fueled what pride he had. "I've been escaped worse and lived." The proclamation fell on them like an anvil dropping, and an incredibly loud silence followed as the muted shouts in the distance grew somewhat closer.

"So that's it then?" Neil said. "You want us to kill each other instead of escaping alive?...You've waited to kill me for four years. What's another few hours?"

The Xeno's muscled went taut, and for a tension filled second, Neil truly believed the Hex was going to pounce. But he suddenly deflated somewhat. "My ship is in another quarter. We'll need to go to yours." The words were torn out of him by the strongest amount of restraint and will he could muster.

"Cap- krkrrrrrkrrkrrkrr nebug! Captain Junebug? Hello?" further static. "krrkr doors locked down, but krrkrkr help!"

As Taya's voice rang out over the comm, both Neil and Sayeeda to grimace at the sudden noise in their ears.
@Penny

The Sunday Group

@ihinka Oh I thought she just wasn't well. My bad!

The Sunday Group

I replied with what I could.

Hope you don't mind me volunteering Kennedy to go shopping! @FantasyChic

The Sunday Group

Manny couldn't help but give a satisfied smile as he listened to Ellie making a plan on the spot. It was simple but needed. Since it took the others a bit of time to digest the information, Manny clapped his hands and gave an impressive whistle. "Alright, you heard her!" His voice rose a few octaves, exposing the small bit of charisma that he never really used. "Let's get going. Kennedy, you're with me. Same with Morgan if she wants. The rest of you hold the fort down until we get back, make sure you give us a good list of things to get and try to see if there's any holes in our defenses we might have overlooked."

Manny gave Kennedy a subtle wink. "C'mon. Hope you got your walking shoes. I don't think our banged up cars would be subtle out there so we'll need to hoof it." He awaited everyone to have their say, guessing correctly that people began jumping into action. Manny wasn't sure if Ellie would tell someone else to join them or if Malone or Morgan wanted to stretch their legs, but there definitely needed to be a few competent guns that stayed here. Whatever Demons that had attacked them on the road would want another piece of them at some point. It'd be better to risk less of them than more.

"Actually..." he said, having a thought.

Next thing you knew, Manny was unloading a box of tools he'd found in the shed out back and he began to work on the truck, fixing a few of the fender benders and making it more or less presentable to the outer public, at least at a glance. With a metallic 'snap' he took off the back license plate, and he smacked on a shoddily made stamp that said in marker "tag applied for." He snickered as he put it on there, more for the fact that he was certain it would work than the fact he did something that seemed such an obvious lie.

"You might not need to huff it in those shoes after all." He teased Kennedy, the next noise that followed being the 'cla-chink' of the opening truck door and the revving of the engine. "We'll be back in a sec. Don't worry!" he called to Ellie, smacking the car door for emphasis as they drove off to grab some supplies. "Alright..." he said to whoeever in the car had data.

"Where am I going?"

Current Mood in One Gif

Post Your Pikcha

Took some pics post-workout with my shorter hair.

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The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

"Dax! You survived!"

"Don't worry, Tslee. We got that fucking Werewolf"