Icarus

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Beautiful evacuation, how he had longed to hear that word. They were well and truly in the thick of backing the fuck out of there now. While his hands were occupied by the assault rifle he was carrying he maintained superstition by crossing his toes as covering fire rattled off. He could practically taste his next meal.

Just focus on getting everyone still standing back home. Primary mission objective accomplished. Get the ever loving piss out, and serve another day. The thought of his next mission excited him nearly as much as it terrified him. Yet he still realized that he was far from safety.

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And lo did Aslo return to action with his usual business type additude. As have I. I've missed you all in varying degrees of "a lot"

Legend of Renalta 2: Reborn

As the cat slumped down now peacefully slumbering Aslo made care that his blade didn't touch any of the nearby allies. From this point they needed all hands on deck, amd it wouldn't serve if one of them were accidentally cut. He ripped a small strip of fabric from his cloak and cleaned the blade of some of the excess tonic. With that finished he once again fetched the vial from his belt, and proceeded to lather the ragged strip in the liquid. From there he balled the strip up, and walked to the mouth of the beast.

Carefully testing to ensure the beast was sleeping by snapping clise to its ears, and petting it's nose lightly, Also motioned to tuck the ball inside the cat's mouth, between its gum and cheek. Rising to his feet he clapped his gloved hands together to dry them as much as possible.

With the extra dosage he had just provided the, the cat should be sleeping for a good amount of time. However Aslo agreed with Mikan that they should remain and ensure no funny business took place. Once again dawning his smile he gave a slight bow "Of course spymaster, the kitten is safely pacified, but watchers should be ever present."

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Welcome to my hometown folks, home to around 70'000 happy little peoples. Due to the recent natural manifestation of a medival king's wrath (AKA tropical storm Arthur for those of you who like to call things by their boring names) a whopping 50'000 of those residents are currently without power. I wish I were kidding when I say that people weren't already devolving into a feral society, but that's the world we live in. As a result of this outage, I'm without reliable internets for (by the power company's best estimate) who knows when? Leaving me with my trusty cellphone who has almost certainly earned a name by now, I'm leaning towards Cedric, to supply me with internets. Now while Cedric and I are a helluva team, writing a post is serious business, and Cedric is a bit of a pain in long winded messages...

Much like this one. Been working on this bad boy for a solid hour.

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LimeyPanda said
No, she threw it Alyss, after prompting her with the words "Do you like to play Baseball."Kiku isn't much for strategy, but in her mind, this is something that can work.

I think Kiku is secretly some sort of master tactician. This is her idea of dumbing it down for us.

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Kadaeux said
Little less that. Little more 800 foot

It's beautiful.

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Aslo - Raven's Inn

As others began entering the manifestation James had fabricated they would spot Aslo kneeling with his blade across his lap, lathering the blade with some kind of liquid. What they couldn't have known was that it was a very potent sleeping tonic which would hopefully make the following game of cat and mouse a very short lived one. He kept one ear opened to the strategy provided by Mikan. A sound plan, but I doubt many are willing to play the mouse. he pondered to himself. Of course he was all too willing to do so, but he didn't relish his odds of going about it on his own.

"Fellow Blades, Spymaster, I will volunteer to distract the cat. I would like to say I can handle it alone, but I am not so bold as to assume the cat is easy prey. I ask for assistance, and anyone who likes may help, I will distract it for as long as I can. Adieu." He said as he bowed, and motionedaway from the small crowd that had formed. As he moved towards the cat he could only guess as to when the beast would spring to life. He tried to mentally prepare himself for that moment. Sword drawn and pointed at the cat, he hoped that might be enough to give the feline pause, but he was ready to dodge if the situation arose. His plan was to graze the hide of the beast with his sword, and pray that the tonic was enough to put the beast to sleep without killing it.

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Not sure you've got enouģh leeches Kad.

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He released the speaker of his radio as the forward crew and APC came into view, he brought his rifle back up when he saw the scene displayed before him. Only when he checked his aim in the iron sights did he realize how shaky his hands were. Deep breaths Grillod, that's how you're going to survive. Deep breaths and smart moves. he noticed the shaking subside gradually to a point he felt he could successfully hit a target, which is when Marvin came back over his comm.

"R-right, coverring fire. I, I can do that." He didn't even notice himself nodding his head uncontrollably, or the subconcious thumbs up he was directing towards Marvin. As the mech rushed off towards the wolves, Liam took account of those around him. One mech ripping the doors off the objective, another burning away whatever it was assaulting the objective, Marvin rushing forward to press an atrack on hostiles, another grunt, maybe, near the back of the objective, and then there was him. Just a man with an assault rifle.

Fear wouldn't serve him now.Another breath and a final weapons check was all he needed before surveying the area. He spotted a decent location from which he could cover Marvin while keeping tabs on the APC just as requested. Once he had taken up position at that location he prepared himself for whatever he was about to face. Be that rushing out towards oncoming hostiles, or suppressing fire.