"So, uh," continued Morty as he walked up to the brownstone - taking note of the odd bit of mechanical detritus littered here and there, and the way that some of the locals were steering clear of the area, "I - I think some of us were... got... abducted together. I came here with my grandpa. Uh, his name's Rick, and..." Morty trailed off as he tried to find a good way to phrase a description for the newcomers, before deciding to bite the bullet. "Just don't touch anything that's glowing, okay? He's - he gets that way sometimes."
" Welcome: Morty. and. Lily. and. Unknown. and. Unknown. and. Unknown."
"Hey Rick." Morty poked his head through the door, noting internally how convenient the city's architectural principles could be when you were actively playing by their vaguely-defined rules. "I found that - I found the stuff you were looking for and..." Morty trailed off as he surveyed what had become of Rick's workspace since he had struck out on his own a few hours ago.
For one thing, it was bluer than he remembered. It took him a few moments to realize that the blue hue that saturated the room was emanating from Rick's Stealth Boy, lying on the workbench. Or, at the very least, it had been Rick's Stealth Boy, once upon a time - in the space of a few hours, it looked as though it had been taken apart, put back together, disassembled, reassembled, inventoried, and then incorporated into a... thing... hanging off a large harness from the ceiling.
All traces of its charmingly retrofuturistic heritage had been obliterated; its components had been housed together into a smooth white semi-ovoid, mounted on a much larger component that looked some kind of auxiliary energy source. Clear tubes glowed with exctitingly futuristic blue energy; a fan whirred lazily, sending rippling gouts of blue air wafting out into the room. Hanging off the other side of the backpack was something that looked like a blocky, medium-sized gun - the way it was connected to the power pack by a single, cable immediately put Morty in the mind of an old arcade shooter.
"Rick?"
"Took you *urp* long enough." The slightly uneven clomping of feet from upstairs heralded the arrival of a welding mask-clad Rick, carrying a few more power tools and circuitboards in one arm and the antimatter coagulator he'd stolen two days prior in the other. "I'm just putting the finishing touches on my latest *urp* ... oh, hey, y-you made friends, yeah, cool." Morty shot another glance at Rick's latest invention, which probably violated the laws of physics, man, and God in six hitherto unattempted ways, before looking back at the assembled group. "Sup." He nodded to each one of them in turn before flipping down his welding mask and grabbing a torch from a drawer.
"Okay, here's your stuff, Rick," said Morty as he deposited his findings on the table. "Just - just don't blow anything up with this shit I found, okay? I mean - didn't you hear? Miss Tairee said that... she said that we can call home tomorrow!"
"What? *urp*" Rick stopped welding and looked up at the group. "No, Morty; frankly, I wasn't paying attention."
"You... weren't paying attention? B-but there was a whole announcement kind of thing where she hijacked all the, the, broadcasting equipment and..."
"Morty, I've spent the last two hours finding a new way to literally *urp* bend light so far it goes right back up its own asshole, Morty. D-do you think Thomas *urp* Edison d-dropped everything when he was doing whenever someone wanted to talk to him when he was in the middle of inventing, Morty?"
"Um-"
"Well," continued Rick as he grabbed some of Morty's components and got to work, raising his voice over the din of acetylene welding, "actually, Thomas Edison was a-a real bastard, Morty. Stole a lot of -"
"I think I heard about this."
"-shit that wasn't his. Don't let the *urp* don't let textbooks tell you want to think." Rick jammed a few more bits and pieces into his creation, then grabbed it off the harness, slipped it over his shoulders, and brandished the gun in his hand like an Old Western gunslinger, spinning it around in his palm. He flicked a button and the air rippled around the elderly scientist, briefly hiding him from view, before rematerializing. "Sweet."
"Alright - alright. Just lemme - just hold still for a sec. Alright, alright, so - just let me test this..." His eyes darted from member to member before settling on Lily. "Alright, uh, grandma, just hold still for a sec, I wanna try something -" Rick pushed a few buttons on the gun, turned a dial. "This won't hurt. Or, okay, lemme rephrase that, I'm, like, 99% sure that this won't hurt. If you feel your atoms destabilizing just... yell... or *urp* something, or..." Rick stammered for a few seconds before rolling his eyes and wrapping his fingers around the trigger, "...you know what, he who dares wins."
and then fired point blank at Lily, the largest and most conspicuous target in the group. A wave of blue-white energy washed over Morty's head, engulfing Lily's blue mass... and the super mutant was gone.
Or, rather, "gone" as "temporarily rendered invisible for a few minutes", but that's not as exciting.
edited 10th Mar '17 12:50:32 PM by Locoman
Lily stayed quiet as Morty explained things, trying to piece things together as they walked. She didn't say anything until the met up with Rick again. "Hello again," she greeted, quieter than usual. Having brought Morty back somewhere she figured was safe, she considered leaving to find Cole again. Who knew what the poor boy had gotten up to while on his own.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Rick pointed a gun at her. She yelled in surprise when he fired, about to attack in defense when the ray hit her. "Oh!" She cried as the effects settled in, "this feels even better than a stealth boy!" She then began to laugh boisterously, one might even say insanely.
I say that aloud too sometimes, just: "man, no life."
Ciri - Laboratory
"You didn't tell me your grandfather is a Witcher," Ciri said to Morty, coming to a stop as she looked at Rick performing his experiment on Lily. "No... the white hair, gray skin, stench of alcohol, abnormal height, irreverent attitude, profanity..." she added after Lily was made to disappear. "It's all there, but you're missing the muscles. Add in the eyes of a cat you would be the spitting image of many a Witcher. Whatever mutagens you've consumed, they seemed to fall short of the full process, though."She blinked.
"In any case, your grandson was kind enough to explain the present situation, strange as it might be," she continued. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, though I prefer Ciri."
Dark Sun, what choices have I...?
I shrugged at the pink ghost comment. "Yeah, pretty much. This is normal, I just got hit with the no magic hammer yesterday. It's...alright."
He had apparently been listening to Sans's speech. Made sense, given he had seemingly just come out of the stadium. "Heh...it feels pretty good, saving a world and all that. Yeah..."
I had a certain matter involving him that I wanted to address, but first, "You doing anything?"
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THE SLORG!
"There's a prisoner break room of sorts that has one in it, but it's not like there's any channels broadcasting. I think there's a dvd player though? So we could get some things for you to watch" Samson said, though his tone didn't sound particularly sympathetic. "There's also other Ruckus prisoners in here you could meet, but that should wait until tomorrow" the militia member added.
The last that Cole saw of him, Dave didn't look sorry or anything, just thoughtful and calculating, then Cole was asleep.
"What a weird kid" Dave muttered to himself and then left the room.
"Um... Okay, we'll just go claim the other two beds then" Thomas mentioned quietly, then he and Louie split up and went for the two beds that Sora hadn't gone to to talk on his walkie talkie.
"Walkie talkie... Laptop... There we go" Miss Tairee 1 stated as she typed, having a walkie talkie and another laptop much like Garrett's but without the Thief games on it appearing on the desk. She then looked to Lucas. "You will not be able to send anything. It will be messages only" she answered him simply.
With the last requested items Sans had asked for, this time when the letters in envelopes appeared they were in Miss Tairee's hand, and she held them out for Sans to take directly rather than give anyone else there a chance to swipe them off the counter before Sans could.
Meanwhile, Anna-Rose still looked just a little doubtful. "Come on Rose, what do we have to lose?" Anna-Maria asked her, somewhat rhetorically.
"You're usually more cautious than me" Anna-Rose mentioned, glancing back at Anna-Maria. "And what would Rex think about us getting a new protector?" she added.
"I'm pretty sure he'd understand this too" Anna-Maria countered.
"Alright, alright" Anna-Rose muttered in surrender, though still sounded a bit unhappy.
"So what's first then? Finding some place to sleep?" Anna-Maria then asked Lo Wang.
The library came into view ahead of Plague Knight and Lewis after a minute, and also something small and furry suddenly scurried out in front of them before a certain tentacle-laden individual ran after it and caught it. "There! Once again I have had to rescue you, little one!" Sir Redring said in triumph as he held Cole Jr. up into the air slightly. "Goodness, it is rather unfortunate that you've ended up loose a second time. I shall have to return you to the library at once" the octopode continued, and made his way towards the library.
edited 10th Mar '17 3:52:40 PM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.
Stadium -> Library - Exchange of information
Miss Tairee told them that Ghostfreak was suffering a punishment at the library and that it would be unwise to leave the stadium on foot, then took them all away straight to the library.
Once there, Sans made several requests, including one about ... Outdated letters? Those couldn't have been towards home, since Rex's acceptence of that challenge and the wish had been today ... So they had to be to people here ... What had they gotten outdated by? If it was the wish, that only left one conclusion ...
As Miss Tairee made said letters appear, she then said to Sans, "Were those to ... Us? To your friends here? For after you were ... Gone?"
Lucas didn't have a request per se after all, but his question regarding the communications with their homes made her think about what she was considering asking. If it was how she feared, it would probably bother her for a while. Should she just get over with then and there and possibly suffer such distress now or save it for later but suffer it closer to the time she could be enjoying herself with whatever fun times tomorrow brought?
Sighing a bit, but deciding it was better to just to get it over with rather than suffer by antecipation until tomorrow, she then spoke to the librarian, "Miss Tairee ... The Fate that got brought here ... Is she the one from my past? And if so, how is that affecting my own time? Would that leave me with anyone as I know them to contact? For that matter, what about the Nanoha that was also here? Is she also from the same timeline? Is she still around here?"
"First I am planning to head into the library to claim a new radio and phone," Plague Knight explained to Lewis. "I lost both of those items two days ago after I got literally stabbed in the back by that traitorous, face plated, ungrateful SPAWN OF A JACKAL'S C-KKK Krrrrrrrhrm hrm," the knight stopped himself in the middle of his potential trirade. The momentary rage was so intense Lewis could have felt the surrounding temperature rise a few degrees. "Afterwards I plan to head into my laboratory to clean up incase it is still a mess from being ransacked two days ago and begin rebuilding tomorrow. You may join if you - "
It was then Sir Redring scuttled by, grabbing a gerbil.
Now that it is rather strange sight, the knight thought.
edited 10th Mar '17 7:50:43 PM by UdtheImp
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HOTTING HELPY!!
Curly flinched as Silanea suddenly started shouting about Sans "I'm not sure that's a question that really has an answer..." She said uncertainly "Maybe Sans just got lucky, maybe it's because he's always got that weird smile stuck on his face and likes to make stupid jokes, maybe Ben's right and the guy running the city is at fault for deciding who runs into who. I don't know"
feeling blue
"ding ding ding, we have a winner," said Sans, chuckling as he took the enveloped and stored it alongside the laptop in the dimensional box, "i just wanted to make sure i could give a proper goodbye if any of us ended up being sent home early, but now i gotta rewrite these, maybe." He shrugged
Sans then took the walkie-talkie and turned it on, tuning it in to the NHA channel in case they were talking about anything important there. Caro then asked how Fate being in the city was going to affect the people at her home that she could talk to.
"the way i understand it, even though we know we're gonna be sent home at some point, any type of looking into future events in our lives will result in just looking at a reality where we never did come back. if the same thing applies to fate, then that means you never got to met her in that universe and from what you've told me, if you didn't meet her, you'd never have met your friends so..." He trailed off for a moment, looking unsure "maybe it's better if you don't try contacting home for a while."
Dark Sun, what choices have I...?
So he wanted a new phone and radio, and also was still mad about getting stabbed like a sucker two days ago. You'd think he had pyrokinesis from the heat he emanated in his rage, and I don't mean that lightly as a pyrokinetic occasionally-vengeful spirit. Maybe he did, but I'd think he'd have mentioned it yesterday when complaining about the lack of magic, if that were the case. Personally, I wouldn't have minded the bitchfit unless he dragged it out, but he relented on his own accord so I didn't pursue the matter.
"You could just get a phone with radio connectivity. That way you only have to carry around two devices. It's what I did. Seems like it'd be more convenient."
I looked ahead and saw we were in sight of the library as he mentioned having a lab that got looted, that he intended to clean up.
"Hey, I didn't know you had a lab. Sure, I suppose I could stop by woah it's a hamster."
Said hamster(?) was quickly scooped up by a cephalopod-looking fellow with a formal manner of speaking vaguely reminiscent of some portrayal of 19th century nobility.
"Um, hi?" I waved at them.
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I think I'm a sofa
Abel - Rick's Lab - hold up
As soon as Abel passed through the doorway, he knew he was going to regret this. But he did it anyway. And he regretted it. He didn't know what he was expecting.
The first thing Abel noticed that gave him the impression that he was going to regret this was the blue. A light on the ceiling was giving off some sort of blue radiance, and for some reason, he felt like it was probably radioactive or something. The second thing that tipped him off was the drunk old guy that nonchalantly walked down the stairs and started lecturing Morty about Thomas Edison (Abel was 50% sure he had heard that name before and 100% sure that he had no idea Edison was a huge dick).
He stepped back as Rick picked up a gun and started eyeing the people in the room, and this was the third thing that made him regret everything. The fourth and final straw was Rick shooting Lily, the most hazardous person here, and turning her invisible. Like, actually invisible. Lily, instead of being scared or angry, just started laughing like crazy. That was about the time Abel realized he had to get the hell out of here. He looked back at the door and wondered if he could make it if he made a run for it.
(holds pool noodle threateningly) Do you want to know what we do to artists?
Rex's comment about the prison needing a tv had an unexpected answer: There actually was some sort of dvd player available.
"Eh, It's not like I'm going to stay here for too long, anyway"
Speaking of distractions, there still was the matter of the other Ruckus members that had been jailed aside from Yael. That was another whole can of worms Rex didn't want to deal with right now. And he was tired anyway.
"Yeah, tomorrow sounds good because right now I'm exhausted. I need my beauty sleep, bye" he said, turning to his side on the bed and quickly closing his eyes.
2 Spooky 4 U
Opening the drawer in front of the bed, Sora found another pillow and blanket just like the ones he gave to the now snuggling kids. Putting his shoes on the side of the bed, the mittens and walkie talkie into the desk, and his gloves on top of the desk, Sora laid down on the bed. His head landed on the pillow and his body was covered by the blanket. Sora took a moment to think of his first day here. Of all the interesting people he got to meet. Of getting to help Ben.
Soon his eyes got heavy and he entered the realm of sleep with a peaceful smile. What would his second day bring for him?
THE SLORG!
"I do not automatically have intimate knowledge of every resident of the city; and also for the time being, that is the sort of thing you'd have to discover for yourself. However, I can provide books and such about your world's current state" Miss Tairee responded to Caro.
Listening to the NHA radio channel, there wasn't much for Sans to hear at the moment; there was some talk from some members trying to get back to their headquarters and having difficulty with the shifting city, and Tuudol occasionally asking if anyone had found Silanea.
"Hm? Oh, greetings" Sir Redring said, looking back at Lewis and waving a tentacle. "Sir Redring at your service. I must take this small creature to the library before the day is through, so no time to dally" the octopode told them, then continued to the library and quickly headed in through the nearest revolving doors.
Silanea deflated a bit after Curly's answer, though was still shaking, breathing heavily, and now starting to sob a bit. "It's just... Not fair..." Silanea muttered weakly.
"Hey, hey, it's not like Sans was trying to rub it in your face or sabotage you. Things just lined up well for him, and life's like that sometimes" the second Fanboy said, casting a grateful look at Curly now that they didn't have to answer Silanea's previous question. "I know you're jealous now, but Sans said he's going to help you didn't he? Maybe he'll get those people who helped him out to help you out now" he continued.
"But people like Sans, and they hate me" Silanea countered, still sobbing, and covered her face, "why do they always hate me?"
"I don't hate you. Here, come here" the second Fanboy told her, moving forward and holding his arms out.
Silanea took a moment to even look at him. "... What are you doing?" Silanea asked him.
"I'm offering you a hug. It's how us humans help each other feel better" the second Fanboy answered simply. "I'm trying to help you now" he added.
Silanea looked very hesitant and uncertain, and for the moment did nothing, still just shaking slightly, breathing heavily, and slightly sobbing.
"Yeah sure, goodnight" Samson said dismissively, and walked away down the corridor.
Things were silent now, save for Yael still occasionally letting out a single chuckle, still staring forward at the wall of his cell.
You are reading this.
Hotel ~ Settling In
Not too long after their conversation ended, Fate's eyes settled on a simple-looking, two-story structure with a sign that simply read "Hotel" just outside of it.
"How about there?" she asked, pointing.
Arf followed her gaze. After looking the structure over, she nodded. "Might as well take a look."
At that, the two of them entered. As was the case with both the previous buildings they entered, there didn't seem to be anyone running it. There was a counter and some random couches in the lobby, but no staff to speak of.
"I guess this is going to be a running theme around here," Arf commented, "At this point finding one of these places that actually has people in it is going to be a real surprise."
At that, they looked around a little more until they noticed some hallways in the back of the room. They headed through one to find a row of doors labeled with numbers. Arf approached the first door to the right, which was labeled "108." Upon finding the door unlocked, she opened it up and took a look inside.
The room was very plain looking. There were two made beds, with a nightstand between them upon which a lamp sat. There was also a chair, a large wooden stand upon which an old-looking TV sat, and a large window.
Arf smiled and nodded as she turned back to Fate. "I think this will do quite nicely."
The two of them headed inside. Shortly afterwards, Fate had settled in on the bed closest to the window, while Arf shifted back to her wolf form before hopping onto the other one. Then she walked in a circle before lying down and looking over at Fate.
"Are you planning on going to sleep soon?"
Fate shook her head before holding up her book. "I was going to keep reading this." She frowned. "...Caro did warn me it was going to be a difficult read. If...whatever I feel after finishing.... it's not Caro's fault. She told me about it, but it was my decision to read it." She looked away and sighed. "So please...don't blame her for it."
Arf sighed herself, albeit more in a frustrated fashion. "I'll try not to."
"If you fall asleep before me...Good night, Arf."
"Good night, Fate." Arf yawned. "Let's hope tomorrow goes better than today did."
At that, Arf laid her head down. Before too long, she had drifted off to sleep. Fate, meanwhile, turned her attention back to the book and kept reading.
edited 10th Mar '17 7:56:08 PM by Yomegami
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Library - Hitting up the books
So it was like she had thought. She smiled brightly at Sans and said, "That is really thoughful," while thinking of probably looking into doing something like that herself sometime. Then while fingering her bracelet, she thought about giving him something as well, given the new circunstances ... She would make it herself though. She just needed to search for something first, as she already had an idea of what to go for.
She turned a bit somber as what he said about her situation with the messages pretty much coincided with what she had been thinking. Giving a little nod, she then spoke, "Yeah, you're probably right ... If I hadn't met her, I would probably still be stuck in that protection facility or have been shuffled off to somewhere else but still remaining isolated ... And others would be affected too ... So yeah, maybe it would be indeed best to just not do it for now. But it still need to somehow find you for myself how things are going ..."
As it turned out, it of course wouldn't be that easy to get the information she needed, so sighed a bit and then proceeded, "OK, then ... In that case, please provide me with something on my own time, as well as anything on major past events involving Fate and Nanoha ... And also a more general reference, including information on technology and such ... And maybe something to easily carry all that around as well ..."
edited 10th Mar '17 8:45:48 PM by JamesShields
Curly made slight coughing noise into her hand as she stepped next to the second Fanboy waiting for a hug "Actually, Silanea, I know we got off on the wrong foot earlier today while the competition was going on... But I was meanting to ask if you wanted to be friends?" she put on a small warm smile "It mean, I don't have a lot of experience in the friendship department. But if you don't have any sleeping arrangements tonight we could possibly find a place to borrow since it's getting kind of late. Oh, wait-"
Curly turned to the first Fanboy as a thought struck her "Do the Fanboys have some cots here or anything like that?"
After Samson and Wells left Rex to sleep in his cell, Rex opened his eyes and made sure he was alone now.
"Okay, they left"
Rex got up and proceeded to use his communicator to call Sans still looking out for the militia in case they came back. He wasn't kidding about being exhausted and it's not like things were going to be too different tomorrow "Maybe I really should just go to sleep" he told himself but, on second thought, he had no idea what tomorrow's theme could entail and he didn't want to lose the opportunity to help an entire species.
"Sans, sorry to bother you again man, but you are one of the few that has a cellphone of his own. You are still in the library, right? Can you ask Tairee something for me?"
"Oh, y-you're new here, huh," Rick observed, holstering the invisibility gun over the backpack and leaning up against a wall, cracking open his flask and taking a long swig. "Look, I don't know how *urp* h-how much my grandkid told you but - but long story short, we're stuck here, the city k-keeps morphing into weird shit, and we can't leave until the tenth-dimensional space dickhole finishes his... his... stupid book or-"
"Yeah Rick I kinda t-told 'em that part."
"Well... I mean... y-you know, you can't compare *urp* you can't keep comparing things to your universes' frame of reference because that's gonna land you in... whew, a, a, a whole heap of trouble sooner or later," he mentioned, looking pointedly at Ciri. Rick stared out at the darkening sky through a nearby window. "You can stay here for the night. I- I think there's a bed upstairs or something."
"Beds."
"Whatever."
edited 10th Mar '17 9:14:31 PM by Locoman
Dark Sun, what choices have I...?
"Funny, Plague Knight and I were just heading to the library. Mind if we tag along?"
I looked at the hamster. "Say, why are you taking that little guy to the library anyway? Does the librarian like small animals all of a sudden?"
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Ciri - Laboratory -> Prison
"Oh of course, I'm no stranger to traveling between worlds, you simply seemed rather familiar to those in my own," Ciri said to Rick. "Indeed, we should consider ourselves fortunate that this city even has humans. Sometimes you may get lucky and find a realm of unicorns, but oftentimes they're simply cold and dead worlds. In any case, I thank you for your hospitality, I believe I will accept your offer."She moved herself upstairs near one of the aforementioned beds and glanced at it. Then she glanced back down at the lab. "On second thought...." she said hastily. "The night is still young and I wouldn't wish to impose on your kindness so soon, it was lovely meeting you all but I must be on my way."
Deciding that the best way to familiarize herself with the city would be to once again attempt to go home, she did just that and found herself on the cot of a jail cell.
"It seems some things never change. Everyone needs a dungeon," she said as she looked at the man in the cell. No, not even a man, just a boy. "What reason would someone have for locking up a child?" she asked Rex. "Are you the heir to a throne or did you offend a noble?"
THE SLORG!
"Very well" Miss Tairee said, starting to type on her computer. and shortly another bag of holding appeared on the desk in front of Caro. "Would you prefer books to read, or the show to watch?" the librarian asked Caro as she kept typing.
Meanwhile, Sir Redring walked in, turning an eye back towards Lewis as he walked. "Five days ago I did my best to find suitable adopters for the stray animals of the city; this little one was among them, though it seems to have a knack for getting separated from those who take it" Sir Redring said to Lewis, and stepped up to the desk, spotting the cage that Miss Tairee had put on there before. "Ah, perfect! It seems there is already accommodations; if you do not mind, madam?" the octopode stated, turning his attention to Miss Tairee.
"Go ahead" Miss Tairee told him simply with a nod.
Sir Redring then opened up the cage and placed Cole Jr. inside. After that, he took a look around the lobby, and noticed the sapling and baby hornet idling at one of the tables. "What's this? New animals to be accounted for?" Sir Redring asked nobody in particular. Once Plague Knight entered though, the sapling would hop off the table and rush over to him; the baby hornet however just kept hovering over the honey flower, glancing around at everyone with apparent curiosity.
Silanea moved a couple inches back, glancing at Curly. "... You're just trying to make me feel better" Silanea muttered.
"Uh, yes, that's the idea?" the second Fanboy said, still holding out his arms. "Come on, you know we can't hurt you. Just come give it a try" he added.
After a whole ten more seconds or so, Silanea slowly and hesitantly slithered forward, and once she got closer the Fanboy took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her. "There we go. Doesn't that feel nice?" the second Fanboy muttered.
Silanea said nothing to him, her expression still looking a bit sad and also now slightly embarrassed, thus she turned her head to glance at Curly again. "... I usually sleep at our headquarters but I don't feel like..." Silanea trailed off, and lowered her head onto the Fanboy's shoulder.
"No don't worry about that; today's a peaceful day and tomorrow's supposed to be too. Just let it out" the second Fanboy told Silanea quietly as she went back to sobbing.
"Some of us go look for other places to crash, but a few of us have sleeping bags and stuff to stay here" the first Fanboy said to Curly after looking away from the hug situation. "A couple brave guys even tried sleeping on the chairs in the theaters, but they woke up with some serious back cranks" he added.
You are reading this.
Before Rex could continue with his call someone approached his cell and lamented that the prison even existed in the first place. It was a woman in her early twenties.
"Uh, I gotta go. Just ask her for a book about the geth. And one about the quarians, too"
The woman asked Rex what reason he had for being behind bard but he was more concerned about her calling him a child.
"Child? I'm a teenager!"
Still, the fact that she didn't recognize him meant she was fairly new to the city. Like at least a few hours "We haven't met before, right? I would definitely remember you" At least he could explain his side of the story to her without Silanea, Tairee, Wells, or anyone else trying to paint him in a bad light
"I can basically leave whenever I want. I'm just laying low because there's been some... issues. I tried to help people but they didn't like that and I'm here to prove that I'm not a bad guy"
edited 10th Mar '17 10:54:50 PM by DeisTheAlcano
Ciri - Prison
"Ha, yes, of course, a teenager," Ciri said, standing up. "My mistake, sir, it must be your youthful demeanor that had me fooled." Avoiding the bars, stepped out into the hall just outside the cell to cast her gaze down the corridor. Some sort of armored humanoid was staring at the wall of his cell, but otherwise the place seemed rather bereft of life."Symbolism, then, or else self-imposed punishment, if it is your sense of honor keeping you in here," she continued, tapping a gloved finger against the metal of Rex's cell. "Although I must say, for a dungeon, it's quite pleasant. I've seen brothels with far less luxurious accommodations, and it certainly smells better than any Redanian tavern." She took a breath to accentuate her point. "Thinking you're bad news after helping... I suppose you could say I'm familiar with that sort of trouble. A few thugs with broken arms, riding your horse a bit too hard in the street, a blacksmith's daughter, a minor bit of burnt farmland, and before you know it the townsfolk can't even remember that you helped them with their Noonwraith problem."
"What sort of issues, plague you then?" She tilted her head towards Yael's cell. "And that one."
As Plague Knight walked out of the stadium, a rather large being bumped into him. The knight took a moment to register the person and just how huge this person was. "Oh, greetings Lewis! You seem to be......a...flaming pink phantom?" he said, unsure he was actually process that string of adjectives inside hus head and subsequently coming out of his mouth.
"So anyway, I heard Sans giving his thanks to you," the knight continued. "You must feel honored."
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HOTTING HELPY!!