Marcus XVI

Avatar: Yin Yang Chronicles(Accepting)

Jeeezh, Neko-sama... Just give us a moment :P Take it easy and all that. I'm enjoying a bit of alcoholic beverages today so you'll have to survive for a few hours without me posting.

A Merc's Paradise

"Oh... just some minor bleeding... Probably going to have a black eye... N-nothing much..." Ramia did her best to sound very calm - though it was obvious she was starting to panic. "Aw crap... there is blood EVERYWHERE..." the dark haired woman muttered to herself and opened the cockpit of the Guardian. "Jeezh... Now, when you get back to the ship you might want to check on me just in case I happen to faint..." She rolled her eyes "Oh and please tell Belle not to worry about me, ok? I'm sure I'll be just fine..." She closed the comm and clambered out of the cockpit.

A Merc's Paradise

Should someone contact Data?

A Merc's Paradise

I hope we can get Data back tooo!

A Merc's Paradise

"Roger that." Ramia shook her head and landed back to the Furback - unfortunately she slightly miscalculated the entry angle and managed to damage the Guardian's leg thrusters. She managed to bring the Flight Suit in to a halt before it hit a wall, but hit her head rather badly thanks to the full break maneuver. She held her bleeding forehead and activated her comm again "Hey, boss... we have some band aids at the ship, right? I think I'm bleeding a bit..."

Treasure & Treachery

Sometimes you need money, sometimes you need some adventure, sometimes you just need to get out of a city very quickly. The young, pale elven woman's reason for joining the little expedition had been the last option. She really needed to leave the place for one reason or the other. Her short dark hair was a mess, it covered her left eye and partially hid her pointy ears. Her loose fitting clothes had seen better days - the wide sleeved shirt had a noticeable tear near the elbow and the right knee of her rather worn pants had another tear on it. She looked tired and quite sick - which was rather weird taking in to consideration her race. From the tear on her shirt a small part of some kind of a tattoo was visible.

Her right eye was bright green in color and the left one was covered with bandages that had some form of arcane writing on them. She grimaced slightly every time she had to move her right hand that hang more or less limply at her side. Despite all that she walked briskly and even flashed a very little smile at Straw when she finally caught up with him. She moved a large rucksack to rest more on her left shoulder. "Judging by you still being here I'm not late." Her voice was warm, calm and kind, but still she mostly sounded strained.

A Merc's Paradise

Haha! I have posted! ^w^

A Merc's Paradise

Ramia was still circling around the ship and keeping her eyes on the scanners. Her eyes were feeling way too heavy at this point. She activated the comm and did her best to not sound tired. "So you folks still got things to do down there or? I suggest activating the self destruct and hightailing it outta there..."

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

I... wait, what just happened? Why am I on fire?

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Now now, Kreel could fit in well in undercover duty in a gang or something like that... Though that would mean he'd have to leave behind his uniform... and weapons... .. ... and acquire more fitting weapons... still... Luckily he won't be the first pick on infiltration jobs anyways ^^