Print

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

[Luke_Prowler]

Luke looked around him, and saw that WorkerDrone had vanished as well, most likely to wherever the other went. Looking around, he spotted a wine bottle shattered on the ground, the bott;e he had saw the others drinking from before they disappeared. He picked up one of the broken end, and saw that there was about a gulp left in it. Having nothing left to do, he downed the vile concoction.

And then the world shift...

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

(Damned space marines and their ability to ignore the effects of drinking broken glass!)

The cavern that Luke shifts in is filled to the roof with buzzing, metal insects, obsucring all vision and being really confusing.

[Little]

Little slows, still going along the path, using the feeling of the hard pace of her shoes on the cobblestones against her feet as her guide. Her experience being blinded by teargas is quite helpful here, and she slowly keeps moving away from WorkerDrone.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

NME, although made of the things, is still rather confused, as it is realy hard to keep himself focused on all this. but he can still follow little along the path.

[Luke_Prowler]

Most people would have panicked if they had been teleported into the middle of a bug swarm, but fortunately for Luke space marines fear nothing (failed leadership rolled aside). instead he simply sighed. "of all the days to leave the flamer at home..."

[WorkerDrone]

"Quit standing around." WorkerDrone growled, swatting at hundreds of insects at a time, moving after the running group. "And come with me."

[Luke_Prowler]

Luke follow to the best of his abilities, although the bug continue to obscure his vision. "If I run into a wall, it's your fault"

[Tack]

Meanwhile, Tack has seen the entire group dissappear. Seeing that there was nothing of the bottle left, he reluctantly sits in the empty area where the group was. Raising his head suddenly, he flies off in the direction of the resort.


To: WorkerDrone
From: Tack
Message reads as::

...Hello, asshole.


A minute later, Tack is flying towards VN, letterbox held in both hands.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

As NME runs, he also activates the communicator in Crimsons' room, to see if she is still there.

[Myroc]

"Well, well, well, who do we have here? On the run are we?"

The awfully familiar voice is coming from somewhere behind the runaway group.

[Archangel]

Archangel lands on the roof of the hotel, folds his wings and, ignoring the fight going on in front of the building, sits down on the edge to rest and think.

(I've worked out what he looks like and all that but I'll wait until someone's interacting with him))

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

NME is still contacting the communicator when he hears the voice. Having most verifiable not heard it before he is justifiably somewhat curious about it. However, he has more important things on his mind, and keeps up the pace.

(Okay, I have to go now. Just assume that I keep on going.)

[Armok]

((So, where am I? Nothing was said about my character at all it looks like, but she would have taken a gulp from that drink, or if that mess up continuity to badly she just latched on to the other with magic when they were teleported? Anyway, I'll assume she's with Sofia, next time please try to keep track of every character...))

Ikhuasofa is flying alongside the others.
"You won't make it at this rate, should I stay behind and delay them, or should I scout ahead?"

[Duke 2.0]

(I would like to point out we are currently two drinks more than the bottle contained. Also, the bottle smashed onto WorkerDrone. I very much doubt there would be a gulp left. There was intentionally not enough drink for everybody for a reason. We can't always be a group. While I understand the misfortune of not being there when events like this happen know that you can't always get your way. Crap happens. Asspulls don't make the best of roleplays. Attempts at justifying Asspulls is not any more helpful.)

[Myroc]

((Who said i needed that drink to follow you? I got... methods of my own.

Though if you do not want me to interfere, i WILL leave if you tell me to do so. I may be an evil bastard but atleast I'm a polite evil bastard.))