I'm awake! I'm awake. Did I miss anything?
They either boarded the Lone Star, battled an army of Space Monkeys, found the treasure vault and are now flying home or they spent an hour flirting and struggling to open an airlock. :P
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When the world gets you down, and you think no one cares, try to picture something soft and cuddly.And then imagine it being run over by a forklift truck.
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"There's no point in being grown-up if you can't be childish sometimes." - Fourth Doctor, 'Robot, Part Four
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I think I just pushed the wrong button on my iPad and nuked France. Hope no-one noticed.
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They either boarded the Lone Star, battled an army of Space Monkeys, found the treasure vault and are now flying home or they spent an hour flirting and struggling to open an airlock. :P
It's a guild hall. I'm sure there are plenty of intoxicating herbs and alcoholic celebratory beverages around.
You can never get too many intoxicating herbs and alcoholic celebratory beverages before a dangerous mission. :)
Just to note, I'll be out of town between next Thursday 30th April and the following Monday 5th of May. Should still have online access though so will probably still be posting during that time.
Again, I've got work tomorrow so won't be posting until the evening. So if the story moves on to us actually getting into the ship, someone please drag Marga along too! :)
Oh yes, please drag Marga along. I can't wait to see how long you manage to keep your arms for when you try. >D
By the way, if anyone's interested in a little fantasy action on the side @TheUnknowable has an adventure starting up which is still recruiting. If you're interested please drop over to the thread to sign up.
Damn these magic-users and their libraries! Couldn't we have met in a tavern like proper adventurers? At least then we could've gotten happily drunk before setting off on our suicide mission.
Kis glanced around the alley corner into the main street as she quickly wiped the blood from her blade. She hated coming into town, much preferring the wild places in the forests where her senses were sharpest, but at time like these the trip was unavoidable.
With the tip of her boot she rolled the mugger over in the gutter before leaning down and quickly running her hand over his ragged clothes. She'd known as soon as he'd tried stopping her two streets back that his intentions were impure, and as he'd corralled her into the dark passage between the buildings she'd read the smugness he'd had at his own ingenuity. If only he'd had the foresight to check on his friends before leading her into the trap, perhaps he wouldn't have been so surprised to find them with their throat already cut.
The search was almost fruitless, Kis's fingers only managing to locate a light purse with a couple of coins and a short, stubby dagger which looked as though it had been crafted from the broken remains of a much larger blade. With a sigh she emptied the coins into her own purse and tossed the dagger into her satchel. Perhaps she'd be able to trade it for something, or use it as part of an animal trap next time she went hunting.
Pulling her cloak up over her head Kis blended into the crowd as she made her way towards the guild hall. She was already late for her appointment after her little detour, but at least the men had been rewarded for their intentions. It didn't take long to reach her destination and with a quick, practiced flick of her wrists she removed her cloak and folded it up into her bag before stepping through the doorway into the noisy arena of machismo.
As she wove her way through the army of adventurers, all of whom were either seeking new quests and missions to test their mettle or claiming their rewards for tasks completed, Kismet carefully eyed up her competition. Officially she wasn't a member of any guild, but most of the townships agreed that her talent for locating new portals and the aid she gave to newcomers to the realm made up for any lack of official standing, and for some of the guildmembers this agreement spat in the face of the years of hard work and training they'd endured before earning their place on the roster.
Luckily it seemed that most of her naysayers where out of town, hopefully dying in some ill-begotten dungeon somewhere, and all that greeted her were the friendly nods and waves of adventurers she'd worked happily with in the past, some of whom may not have survived their first night in Mym had it not been for her assistance. Sharing their greetings as she went Kis made her way up the stairs to the upper floor before turning down the corridor towards the guild's library.
She rarely used the room herself, apart from researching the odd potion or handing in a newly revised map, but for some the chamber was home away from home, especially the magic users who seemed to colonise the place on a semi-permanent basis. Wondering how the party's newest paymaster had been received when they'd told the squatters that the room had been hired for a private function Kis stepped through the door and quietly slipped into the back of the meeting, hoping her late arrival wouldn't cause too much of a disturbance.
With the tip of her boot she rolled the mugger over in the gutter before leaning down and quickly running her hand over his ragged clothes. She'd known as soon as he'd tried stopping her two streets back that his intentions were impure, and as he'd corralled her into the dark passage between the buildings she'd read the smugness he'd had at his own ingenuity. If only he'd had the foresight to check on his friends before leading her into the trap, perhaps he wouldn't have been so surprised to find them with their throat already cut.
The search was almost fruitless, Kis's fingers only managing to locate a light purse with a couple of coins and a short, stubby dagger which looked as though it had been crafted from the broken remains of a much larger blade. With a sigh she emptied the coins into her own purse and tossed the dagger into her satchel. Perhaps she'd be able to trade it for something, or use it as part of an animal trap next time she went hunting.
Pulling her cloak up over her head Kis blended into the crowd as she made her way towards the guild hall. She was already late for her appointment after her little detour, but at least the men had been rewarded for their intentions. It didn't take long to reach her destination and with a quick, practiced flick of her wrists she removed her cloak and folded it up into her bag before stepping through the doorway into the noisy arena of machismo.
As she wove her way through the army of adventurers, all of whom were either seeking new quests and missions to test their mettle or claiming their rewards for tasks completed, Kismet carefully eyed up her competition. Officially she wasn't a member of any guild, but most of the townships agreed that her talent for locating new portals and the aid she gave to newcomers to the realm made up for any lack of official standing, and for some of the guildmembers this agreement spat in the face of the years of hard work and training they'd endured before earning their place on the roster.
Luckily it seemed that most of her naysayers where out of town, hopefully dying in some ill-begotten dungeon somewhere, and all that greeted her were the friendly nods and waves of adventurers she'd worked happily with in the past, some of whom may not have survived their first night in Mym had it not been for her assistance. Sharing their greetings as she went Kis made her way up the stairs to the upper floor before turning down the corridor towards the guild's library.
She rarely used the room herself, apart from researching the odd potion or handing in a newly revised map, but for some the chamber was home away from home, especially the magic users who seemed to colonise the place on a semi-permanent basis. Wondering how the party's newest paymaster had been received when they'd told the squatters that the room had been hired for a private function Kis stepped through the door and quietly slipped into the back of the meeting, hoping her late arrival wouldn't cause too much of a disturbance.
Wow... Very nice. Though less choppubg of heads and limbs and more taser ing and explosions :)
But... What's a flimsy???
This is in her earlier days, before she'd 'bought' the expensive gear she has now and had to srick with the fundamentals of mass murder instead. :)
A flimsy is like a flexible datapad. Think an iPad the thickness of a sheet of paper which could be rolled up and easily stowed between warm, voluptuous, welcoming... pocket seams.
Brainstorm for me please @SimplyJohn, you're really good at it :)
While pinned down by heavy weapons fire, taking cover behind a fallen piece of masonry and trying to work out a way he can get out of the collapsing building before getting crushed in the rubble, Mez spots a familiar looking shadow darting across the upper level. Even as he lifts his arm to take aim at the filthy little thief she suddenly leaps down, right into the middle of the attackers.
For the next few moments all he can do is watched in mesmerised amazement as Marga spins around between the uninvited guests, effortlessly slicing limbs and heads in a way which reminds the outcast Visipian of the dance performances he would occasionally attend with his 'father' while growing up. As his stunned gaze watches Marga's lithe form clear the head from the shoulders of the group's leader he can't help but be reminded of one particular dancer, and the hot, sweaty night they'd spent together, the night he'd first become a man.
With the last of her enemies downed Marga spins around, tossing a flimsy down into the rubble while blowing a kiss to the handsome alien she'd used for bait. "We work well together." She called over with a smile, slightly breathless from her deadly ballet, "If you'd like to see what else we could do together, give me a call."
Pulling her new goggles down over her eyes Marga turned and leapt out of the hole in the wall, falling several hundred feet before activating her grav-belt and floating out over the high-rise cityscape below, leaving Mez clutching the advertising flimsy for a seedy bat on the wrong side of town.
You guys get the ruler joke, right?
It's something to do with who's closest to the door, and therefore who's the most successful participant in the mission so far, right?
Ok..... Well she still has to try and take control of the shuttle :)
She doesn't have to, she could just try seducing Felix instead.
(feel free to help me out with what)
They stood together before a magnificent flowing waterfall. gazing into the other's eyes. Before they knew what was happening their arms were wrapping themselves around their bodies as they kissed with a passion neither had even experienced before. THe world seemed to stop, nothing but the sensation of the other of any importance as they felt themselves melting, blending, and becoming one as the world faded to black.
The next moment Mez found himself sitting on the end of Marga's bed pulling on his boots as she held her sheets in front of her naked body, only one thing running through his mind. 'Umm... did I just miss something?'
If she could get into the pilot's cabin, she could take control of the ship.
Not to ruin the opportunity for Marga to show off her skills with explosives but Felix opened the door to the cockpit when Simon stepped in to help with the docking, and so far hasn't closed it again.
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Huh? I meant I didn't care if you changed it or not.
In that case, Yay!
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