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^Same.
> Sooo... Idle conversation, when did everyone here first join RPGuild?
A month before guildfall. I had a RP that was about to start and then it happened. Somewhat happy about it looking back, the RP idea itself was pretty bad.
The big bug nodded a few times as the Kof'Yurr explained and could barely grasp what was happening. Anzo knew he got caught up in something that didn't involve him, all because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He would personally prefer to not be killed by a Lei'Loni and the news of being a possible candidate for being attacked by the robotic killing machines upset him; he kicked the ground with his next step. _What a shitty day._
The saddening idea quickly faded when he felt a pat on his shoulder. Anzo looked down to find what appeared to be a human. A small soft human being. Another being more fortunate than him. Truly a beautiful creation like nearly every one of her kind. Unlike his species. He would normally be somewhat bitter on the inside but whatever disdain he could have held towards her waned when she assured him there would be probably be more alcohol wherever the group is travelling to.
Anzo kept up with the group best he could while occasionally taking a sip of his drink until he heard talk of a possible Mon'Daar. He was a bit disoriented and his vision was a bit blurry. Fighting sounded like a real hassle to him and he trudged back a few steps. The insect listened for some kind of instructions as to what they were going to do. _I would say Bug-Man over there could help but I'm not quite sure_. Anzo wasn't quite sure whether or not he liked the nickname of Bug-Man but he didn't really care. The talk of him being just as strong as a Mon'Daar did catch his attention and he trudged a few steps away from the group again. In his current state he would prefer to not fight anything, especially not a Mon'Daar. When the Kof'Yurr that saved him from being blown up looked at him for a moment and asked for his assistance he thought about it for a bit. He really didn't want to but, win or lose it isn't like he would remember this anyways. He removed his pistol from its holster and opened up the sack of shit he always toted. Anzo watched as the other group members took position and attacked, noting how they moved and assaulted the robots. He was still rather hesitant to actually do anything and when told to travel east towards a rebellion beacon he still wanted to do something. He ran forward a bit and placing a hand in his bag he took out a ball of dung and placed it in his mouth. Before he did what he planned on doing he decided to send a message to the group members.
_"I suggest all of you find cover."_
Anzo chewed the dung for a few seconds as he waited for his teammates to seek cover before spewing the feces in his mouth in all possible directions, attempting to make the cloaked Tol'Shul visible.
Anzo can be selective about who gets his telepathic messages correct? It isn't at all like talking where anyone there can hear you unless you whisper or something...?
When you accidentally press post. Ima just leave it on the assumption that the answer to the question above is yes.
Interested.
When Anzo was grabbed he kicked his feet back and forth in the air, knocking over the stool. He preferred not to be picked up, but didn't really try to retaliate due to his current state and just let out a groan. He blindly wiggled his bug arms all over his back while looking for his gun, but never found it. He wasn't genuinely pissed and just gave up on trying to attack his kidnapper. Being handed some liquor by the thing that grabbed him helping a bit.
The giant insect listened to what it said and couldn't quite gather every word. He just chose to not give a shit and started to drink before actually realizing he should try and identify his kidnapper.
His vision was incredibly blurred, but he knew a Lei'Loni when he saw one. He wiggled out of Ashule's grip and trudged along with the group, not really knowing what was happening.
"Uhm... What is going on exactly?" He directed the somewhat distorted message to the Lei'Loni that grabbed him.
The giant insect listened to what it said and couldn't quite gather every word. He just chose to not give a shit and started to drink before actually realizing he should try and identify his kidnapper.
His vision was incredibly blurred, but he knew a Lei'Loni when he saw one. He wiggled out of Ashule's grip and trudged along with the group, not really knowing what was happening.
"Uhm... What is going on exactly?" He directed the somewhat distorted message to the Lei'Loni that grabbed him.
Is Anzo still in Ashule's grip?
Anzo looked down once more at his hologram of the starry night sky. The many stars captured in the image were not part of any constellation and Anzo couldn't see anything the stars could mimic. He took a swig of his drink and peered down at the image once more; still absolutely nothing. It was becoming harder and harder to see anything in the group of celestial bodies as every day passed. Mainly because he is now a regular at the Pink Fantasia and his body has become more tolerant of alcohol. The bug placed the large bottle in his mouth and just leaned his head back, letting the beverage go down his throat as quickly as possible. He quickly glanced down at the hologram. Hmm... Could that be a- Anzo got off of his seat and placed his head over the toilet and vomited. Perks of having to go to the restrooms majority of your time at a bar. The toilet is always nearby.
Anzo finished throwing up his past meal and drink before sticking his bug hands into the toilet and retrieving what was once his. He put his clenched hand into the bag on his back and let go. The feces fell onto the rest of the shit he carries. ...I'll turn into a ball later. Anzo grabbed the bottle and looked at it for a few seconds before realizing it was empty. The reason he was in the bathroom was due to the fact he almost always smelled like dung, he would only ever leave the bathroom to get another drink. The insect picked up his things. Anzo pushed the stall door open, forgetting to unlock it, the lock broke and he walked out. Anzo heard the sounds of guns being fired and general commotion. He opened the door a bit and peeked in.
I'm too drunk for this shit...
Machines and what he assumed were humans were fighting outside and he just wanted another drink. He whimpered a bit and waited till the sounds of fighting stopped. He grabbed his pistol regardless and opened the door, trudging towards the counter and plopped down into a stool. Completely unaware of what has happened around him including the Lei'Loni circling around the bar.
"Something... strong." Anzo hiccuped attempting after directing his message toward the bar tender. His telepathy was terrible when he was drunk and he simply hunched over while sitting in the stool, waiting for something that would never come.
Anzo finished throwing up his past meal and drink before sticking his bug hands into the toilet and retrieving what was once his. He put his clenched hand into the bag on his back and let go. The feces fell onto the rest of the shit he carries. ...I'll turn into a ball later. Anzo grabbed the bottle and looked at it for a few seconds before realizing it was empty. The reason he was in the bathroom was due to the fact he almost always smelled like dung, he would only ever leave the bathroom to get another drink. The insect picked up his things. Anzo pushed the stall door open, forgetting to unlock it, the lock broke and he walked out. Anzo heard the sounds of guns being fired and general commotion. He opened the door a bit and peeked in.
I'm too drunk for this shit...
Machines and what he assumed were humans were fighting outside and he just wanted another drink. He whimpered a bit and waited till the sounds of fighting stopped. He grabbed his pistol regardless and opened the door, trudging towards the counter and plopped down into a stool. Completely unaware of what has happened around him including the Lei'Loni circling around the bar.
"Something... strong." Anzo hiccuped attempting after directing his message toward the bar tender. His telepathy was terrible when he was drunk and he simply hunched over while sitting in the stool, waiting for something that would never come.
For a moment there I thought multiple people already posted in IC and I didn't even read the first post.
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