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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Seriously though, we should all work as hard as we absolutely can. These missions have been going on for... about a year.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Now that's more like it.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

BLAAAAAAAAAAA

Anyway, someone should post or something.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I FEAR NO MOTOR VEHICLE FOR I AM FEAR INCARNATE.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I AM INVINCIBLE

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

IF BY LOVE YOU MEAN HURT.

WELCOME TO THE INTERNATIONAL HOUSE OF PAINCAKES.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

WAKE UP FALLEN YOU'VE BEEN IN A COMA FOR SEVENTEEN YEARS

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Alaira Taenn

Alaira Hmphed as Ssarak took flight, fucking off back to the cart and his girlfriend, and leaving her stuck with the rather unpleasant Yarosmerian... and she was one to talk. She could feel his glare boring into her back the whole time, though she was shaken from her idle, negative thoughts by something landing near her feet. A torch, by the looks. Wha- He needed her to light it? Why? Did the bandits have no means of lighting their own damn torches?... She kicked it back, the torch sliding to his feet. "how about you light it, fuckhead? or did you forget you had the same damn blood I do?" she asked, harshly... Even a novice could make enough heat to light a torch... Or he could use the smoldering campfire... Whatever he did, she didn't care: She wasn't going to mommy him. Besides, he should've taken a flint and tinder, like she did.

Grey Onyx

Grey had kept silent the entire journey, not daring to look Athalus in the eye... Luckly, he managed to keep himself occupied as he wrote his report on the total disaster that had been their mission. his report was short, and to the point. Though it left no detail uncovered, he was very brief. However, he was sure to mention that each had fought bravely, doing all they could to succeed under certain... disturbing circumstances. As well, he was sure to stress that Leith had deserved some sort of honors, as without his contribution death was certain. He did not list his own name among them. When they arrived home, he had utilized his considerable strength in carrying Mar to the infirmary, though he left without a word... He was their bodyguard, and they were each stuck in the infirmary while he himself remained healthy... he had failed them. He sighed, it was time to give his report...

He walked down the hall towards Lucilia's office, occasionally shouldering past a student... To see the man so upset was an unusual occurrence to say the least, and it had turned a few heads. Still, people left him alone. It wasn't like any of them knew him personally. He arrived without incident, greatly thankful that Zaad, or some other especially irritating person/thing hadn't appeared to make him even more miserable than he already was. He knocked on the door, slowly and heavily. "Ms. Roivas?... Are you available?..."

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Alaira was nowhere to be found... She had been scouting the perimeter, picking through the corpses for yet more valuables... Not things like money, or weapons... No, she had sought something far more grisly:

Trophies.

Yes, there was nothing quite like a memento to remind oneself of triumph, so she picked through the corpses to find something worth taking back. The axe would normally count, but she might have to sell it or use it, so it was out of the question. She would also normally take a bodypart from the most impressive thing she'd killed, but any target of hers that had any real value had been disintegrated. She picked through for at least ten minutes, before happening upon the location where she'd killed that ghoul. It was ash, obviously, but there was something odd about the pile... She brushed some of it away, finding, to her wonder, that a skeletal hand hadn't burned up in the sunlight... That was a pretty interesting trinket she thought, so she shrugged off her pack, and pulled out a jar she used for her 'collections', gently placing the hand into it as she donned her pack and headed back for the camp.

She had returned, halfway through Ssarak's little speech... "Trust me, there ain't nothin' of any use to us out here on the surface..." She said simply, spitting off to the side... She didn't say anything else about Ssarak's plan, she had no gripes.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

CUSTOMIZABLE WEAPONS AND ARMOR, CUSTOMIZABLE SETTLEMENTS, JETPACKS, DOG. IT'S PERFECT.