Post by Nathalia on Mar 1, 2011 19:00:13 GMT -5
((Rodney grunted as they hurriedly gave him information and introduced themselves.
"M'Corporal Rodney." He answered in a bland voice at their hurried reports.
The Feline in particular seemed mad as a hive of wet bees.
Monsters that changed shape eating people's skulls?
Bullshit.
There was just that awful lot around the bend that he was going to ignore like hell until it was over.
He'd gone over, looked at that fight, realized that his spells were out for the day, and backed the hell off.
He'd clean up when the noises stopped being quite so bad.
It was the weird Corvie mix...almost like a Gryphon from mythology...said.
"Somefin' at...at f'he station?" That got his attention at first.
He'd been trying to get there!
Before that damn Owl and his companion had begun bickering enough to start a fight.
Before he'd heard the screams coming back from this bar and fought off about 8 looters and a madman in an attempt to save the people inside.
Yeah, that was all back before that happened.
This group had been in the station, though?
Shit. Did he even want to know?
"No one- I- No one was f'here!?" He asked in shock, listening keenly as they continued.
The Cat handed him a small packet of white powder, spoke poorly of meadows, and they all walked off.
He sniffed the packet delicately and wrinkled his nose.
Checkmate, probably, yes.
Shit.
He stared after them, indecision tearing at him, before following off after the group and lingering on the sidelines back by the Villa.
He'd act if need be...))
~Nathalia
"M'Corporal Rodney." He answered in a bland voice at their hurried reports.
The Feline in particular seemed mad as a hive of wet bees.
Monsters that changed shape eating people's skulls?
Bullshit.
There was just that awful lot around the bend that he was going to ignore like hell until it was over.
He'd gone over, looked at that fight, realized that his spells were out for the day, and backed the hell off.
He'd clean up when the noises stopped being quite so bad.
It was the weird Corvie mix...almost like a Gryphon from mythology...said.
"Somefin' at...at f'he station?" That got his attention at first.
He'd been trying to get there!
Before that damn Owl and his companion had begun bickering enough to start a fight.
Before he'd heard the screams coming back from this bar and fought off about 8 looters and a madman in an attempt to save the people inside.
Yeah, that was all back before that happened.
This group had been in the station, though?
Shit. Did he even want to know?
"No one- I- No one was f'here!?" He asked in shock, listening keenly as they continued.
The Cat handed him a small packet of white powder, spoke poorly of meadows, and they all walked off.
He sniffed the packet delicately and wrinkled his nose.
Checkmate, probably, yes.
Shit.
He stared after them, indecision tearing at him, before following off after the group and lingering on the sidelines back by the Villa.
He'd act if need be...))
~Nathalia
