Coming through the door of the bar, a massive armored figured walked in. The armor was blue with a gold trim, the chest decorated with the image of a winged skull, and on it huge shoulders was an upside down omega sign, and on the other was what could be assumed to be squad markings. The helmet was of the 'beakie' variety, and on the chest was what appeared to be a wax mark with a piece of ancient paper, with holy prayer written all over it. the armored man scanned the bar, a flatly said "Why do I keep coming back here?" If the armor did not already reveal the identity of the space marine, most would know the voice to be none other than Luke Prowler, Bay 12's own Ultramarine. The Adeptus Astartes walked over to the bar and sat down, the poor chair groaning in protest, and began orgering. "Give me the strongest thing you got"
Two people followed after, simple humans than other space marine. One had blond hair and skinny features, wearing a simple white shirt, brown vest, and tan pants, with a bag on his back and several books under his left arm, while a servo skull lazily followed after him, a set of writing tools and a long piece of clean parchment under it. the other was bald and pale, with a long robe and several trinkets around his neck and in the pockets, carrying a odd staff. "Dang it, Luke!" the blond one said, waving his free hand erratically as if to catch the super soldier's attention. "We have more important things to do that you gallivanting all over the multiverse. Luke simply smiled. "You didn't have to follow, David" The other one was simply watching the others with a mild childlike fascination. He then looked at the floor, noticing the passed out boy. "Is he suppose to be there?"
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Topic: The Island Of RPing 4.0 (Read 13853 times)