Zmerr Member

Sorry that my post is so short. I didn't have much to say, but I felt obligated to reply.

Zmerr eyed the fox with caution when the woman had said "Kitsune." He'd noticed the fox some time ago, but thought little of it. The word "Kitsune" changed everything though. He'd read about the Kitsune in books and manuscripts from young. Now that he got a good look at the animal, it certainly did have an unfox-like look about it. He didn't answer Seras right away, focusing his attention on the animal. After a few moments, he glanced back at her. "No. There was a draconian and... well some sort of super human. They disappeared a long time ago."

> I decided to keep my distance for now lol Wesker would have got into a fight if he intervened, perhaps that is best saved for late ^^ Probably a good idea for now. Terra is under an immense amount of stress and she's clearly not pleased with the people who have already gathered around her. Adding another person to the mix could very likely set her off. However, I think Wesker should at least start to involve himself with some of the other people. Perhaps have him meet Wheatley? He doesn't have to be nice about it. Question him, insult him, whatever. Just don't kill him -Laughs-

> Well she's been using magic at full strength for the past twenty minutes or so, her MP has got to be getting low. Anyone seen an Inn somewhere? I suppose we should start adding a little more depth to the story now that everyone has at least been introduced into the story. Maybe an Inn is in order. We'll see.

-Laughs- I guess she and Wheatley have that in common. They're both prone to passing out.

-Laughs hard- I'll keep that in mind. I'll go find an island the pineapples can't reach and message you all the details.

I hope the removal of one character will help Terra a little. Wheatley really is trying. -Laughs-

Wheatley winced. His hacking trick had not worked. They usually didn't and he was well aware of this. He took a nervous step back, his uneasy smile turning into a cringe. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to offend." He ran his hand through his hair (a nasty little habit, really, as it made it stick up in the most peculiar positions). "I... will just go and leave you alone now." Wheatley turned his back on the group and took a few steps forward. He stopped and looked over his shoulder with a sheepish expression. He hoped he wasn't going off alone. He still believed that the group should stick together. He turned back around and moved forward three more steps before deciding that was far enough. He sat down cross-legged in the grass, leaning his elbows on his boney knees and putting his face in his hands. He was trying to think of something to do. A *good* idea. Something he'd never really thought of. He calculated all kinds of complicated possibilities that all ended in the same thought. *Bad idea. Terrible idea. Where do you even come up with this stuff?*

> So as far as I am concered. Its not you. Its not the rp and I dont believe its the interest factor as a lot of different people gave it a try. > > all are due to core people leaving suddenly or an individual messing it up for the others I suppose that makes sense. Just, sometimes, it doesn't always feel that way. But I feel good about this roleplay. It has good characters and frequent postings.

A chillingly now-familiar sound and flash of light just barely caught Wheatley's attention. The girl was still on fire, but the flames had lost some of their, for lack of a better word, *charm.* With that being the case, he saw the light and heard the noise that signalled the entrance of another being. The man was blurry due to distance, but he was unmistakeably humanoid. Wheatley tugged on the sleeve of the nearest person, the man in the "cowboy" clothes. He didn't really know what made clothes "cowboy," but he knew that this person would be likely to have a good idea. "Do you see that man?" He practically whispered the question. He kept his gaze on the distant figure, half out of curiosity and half out of concern. He turned to the rest of the group, deciding they should all know about the new arrival. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself. They were all focusing on the woman. "Excuse me ma'am. If you don't mind my saying, we're all in the same boat here- or at least that's what it looks like. No one here is after you. So... do you think you could put the fire away? Please?" He smiled awkwardly and then chuckled a little when he realized how harsh he had sounded. She was clearly terrified. "I-I mean, it would probably be unwise to spend all your energy on protection that you don't really need at the moment. Besides, there's nothing here to be scared of. Just, you know, grass and *air.*" He ran his palm across the top of the grass for emphasis and then proceeded to wring his hands nervously. "So, don't worry. You're safe." He never sounded so hypocritical, but he was trying to calm her down. He had a nasty habit of giving out false assurance in the most pressing of situations. It had almost gotten him killed dozens of times, but he didn't know how to stop. It was like it was *programmed* into him. And it probably was. After all, his sole purpose was to come up with bad ideas and do everything in his power to make sure they were executed. He hoped, however hypocritical the speech had been, that it would get through the girl's literal firewall and calm her down. He wanted it to sort of hack her mind. He didn't want to *mess* with her. Just *calm* her. It would benefit most people, he thought.