Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[Rolepgeek]

Kaotaro is equally nervous as she has been.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Hey, Kaiser. How are you?"

[kj1225]

Kyle smiles at the nervous girl.
"That's Maria. She's a nice girl, she goes to Uni in Brisbane."

[smurfingtonthethird]

"H-hi, Maria...I've been...a-alright...uh, h-how h-have you b-been?"

[Empiricist]

As Mary continues sauntering down the street, occasionally glancing at various points of interest, specifically, points of rather banal, unremarkable interest, but interest nonetheless, the eyes resume their silent observation of various persons as they pass by.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Alright, you?"

[smurfingtonthethird]

"I've b-been... o-okay..."

Kaiser tries to cover up his metal arm.


Garrett is practicing with his crossbow outside, since Stella said no guns.

[wolfchild]

"Alright. Is the place we're going to like an archery range?"


Kaiser watches with interest.

"Accidentally upgrading stuff is good; I accidentally melt stuf, heh."

Kaiser covers himself in his light armor, platinum grey in colour, and slides down the visor.

Yeah, I got us a booking, come on

[kj1225]

Mary may see what appears to be a Mexican in Archaic clothing watching the news through a store front.

[Empiricist]

((What kind of archaic clothing? That sort of thing varies between regions. Also, masculine or feminine clothing?))

[smurfingtonthethird]

"Alright, I am coming."

Garrett grabs his weapons and follows Stella.

[wolfchild]

"Hang on, I might be able to convince people that you are a real medieval knight, but lets hide the weapons to stop those questions in the first place, swords are even less legal to carry in public than guns."

Stella helps him pack in such a way as to be inconspicuous

[kj1225]

((Medival European with a hint of Aztec. Masculine.))

[smurfingtonthethird]

"Okay, they are hidden now. How far away is this archery range?"

[Empiricist]

Giving the man a cursory glance, Mary's mind quickly formulates three possibilities:

• It's some sort of costume for a business whose nature is of tangential, if any, relation. As seemed to be the case for marketing these days.
• They are some kind of supernatural. Unlikely though seeing as such kinds of people usually don't draw that much attention to themselves. She should know after all.
• They're a cosplayer.

Seeing as she didn't recall any odd advertisements recently featuring anyone who looked remotely like him, option 3 seems to be the most likely.

With a soft thump, something within her bag seems to bounce against her.