Steve averted his eyes in an attempt to not see BT tearing off the head of CA, but it was too late. He fought back the urge to vomit.
"d-Don'T yoU HaVE soMEthInG bETTeR to Do tHEn kiLL rANdoM InTRuDers? I meAN moSt oF DerSe iS TryIng TO kiLl uS. wOUlDn'T iT be mORe HelPfUL anD cHAllEngINg tO HunT ThE KinG oF dERsE?"
>Steve: Try and convince BT to be more helpful.
Black Templar responds to Steve, not taking his gaze away from his head collection, "Well, I wasn't going to kill him until he started attacking me. I don't get why he would do that, I thought we had a fine arrangement where he tells me what the hell he was doing in exchanged for not breaking all of his limbs. And I'm not leaving Danielle behind to go kill the Black King."
Sorry, for some retarded reason my Pesterchum only works on one of my accounts. I'll try and move more of my stuff over to my other account so I can do pesterchum more often.
C'mon people, OOC thread is nice and serviceable. And posting there would allow me to update progress on the doc without doubleposting.
"Yes. Spread the word as best you can. After all, we will likely be assisting each other in a fight against the Dersites in coming days."
>Mimi: Find and follow the red carpet.
You head off to the chain, which you follow to Prospit. After several minutes you find yourself in front of what you must assume is the Royal Castle, even though it's well underground.
TB: Well your accomplice just passed out. Looks like you're stuck carrying not one, but two unconscious girls. Whoopee doo, let's keep moving toward the gate.
You pick Mimi up and continue toward the Gate, complaining about flighty broads and their napping horseshit all the way.
CC: Jump through ALL THE GATES. Nah, actually, just go through like the third one or something. You don't really care.
You go through the third gate, appearing somewhere else on the same blasted water world. Oh, that's right, the first five gates just take you down somewhere on the land. Well. What a waste of time that was.
RL: Get tired of attempting to fix your busted inventory system. Take a nap in the pile of random crap instead.
You decide that, since you're all alone in a dangerous wilderness with the possibility of a Derse patrol coming by any minute, that now would be a wonderful time to take a nap. You pour a whole bunch of crap out of your sylladex and lay down in the resulting pile.