That's it for now!

[oi_theoi]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 112, late morning and on
Where: Headed Northward
What: A bit of normalcy

[Having switched routes from the preset course that was previously taking everyone southwest, the HQ now drifts steadily northward on manual navigation.

If one sticks their heads out onto the balcony and looks back, they can see the shape of a great feathered beast, her blue, green, and red feathers gleaming along a strangely serpentine body as she glides down on wings that dwarf the HQ. A few blasts of wind and a deep rumbling sound buffet the building, vibrating it a bit as she lands in the distance, followed by a haze of red shapes that rise off her and spread out over the area that the HQ once occupied.

There may be a tense moment while one waits to see if any of those red spots in the distance change course to pursue, but after maybe about half an hour of watching it becomes clear that for the time being none of those particular lizagons are interested.

The HQ drifts on, the jungle moving by below like a sea of green. It seems for now the HQ can finally have some peace. What will you do with the rest of the day?]


((ooc: A MINGLE TO BRING US BACK TO NORMAL PLAY. The HQ will be traveling at about 20-25 mph and take at least 4 or 5 IC days to clear the jungle, so in that time everyone is free to go back to regular posting! We'll be doing a more thorough summary and announcement stuff later on to catch everyone up to where we're at. Thanks to everyone who participated!))

Comments

[psychosomnia]

[ shrugs ]

You're not making a very compelling case for me to give him back.

[reversedemperor]

I didn't have much planned in that department apart from asking politely.

[psychosomnia]

Boring.

[reversedemperor]

This isn't really for the entertainment of it, you know.

[psychosomnia]

I'll just make him suffer then. Thanks for your time.

[reversedemperor]

That sounds like it'll take too long.

[ And doesn't the thought of that just turn your stomach over? Like bile rising up your esophagus... Though maybe it's not really the thought that's doing that. ]

[psychosomnia]

[ a little, yes, that's a really gross feeling

if bile really is rising tho im gonna spit it out to the side and call for your my Servant ]

Lancer.

[freelancetogoodhome]

[your acid reflux is not something he has to be immediately concerned about so materializes kneeling, head bowed facing her]

...



My lord?

[reversedemperor]

[ Considers Lancer arrival for a moment... then moves right on to rushing blood to Prayer's head. ]

Hello, Lancer.

[psychosomnia]

[ g r o s s

curls her with the seals hand towards her chest defiantly though. spits out the command as fast as she can. ]

I order you to kill every civilian you can, and don't even think of killing yourself.

[freelancetogoodhome]

[he had started to turn at the voice behind him, but that command hits him like a slap to the face. he shakes his head slightly, looking up at Cayden, even as Gae Dearg materializes in his hand]

N... no...

[reversedemperor]

[ I am not particularly interested in that, looking toward Prayer to make sure that was her last seal command. ]

Was that her last command?

[psychosomnia]

[ holds her hand up, seal free ]

[freelancetogoodhome]

I--yes--

[turns his attention sharply from Cayden looking for any other targets nearby]

[no_hero]

[well, here's a potential target going to the community kitchen area...]

[freelancetogoodhome]

[you'll do -- he zeros in and races over, and I do hope your reflex roll is high enough to avoid this because there's only a hint of warning before he stabs straight at Kiritsugu's throat]

[no_hero]

[there's really not much to do but try to throw himself out of the way, hand automatically reaching for his gun, working to keep himself balanced and on his feet because these actions say that if he falls, he's dead]

[freelancetogoodhome]

[that's actually a pretty fair assessment of the situation. his lance is nearly a blur as he spins it towards the gun hand trying to knock it away]

[no_hero]

[drawing back and was holding his gun firmly. suuuure hasn't recovered enough since his illness was cured to keep that lance from landing a hit. grimacing some as his grip weakens.]

[reversedemperor]

[ Well while Lancer is off whatevering. ]

Ah, thank you then. That was much sooner than I expected.

[psychosomnia]

I did say I'd give him back.

[reversedemperor]

You did. I do hope you'll try to keep your hands off him for a while, though I doubt I have any guarantees from your mouth about the same thing.

[psychosomnia]

He already served his purpose, so I don't need him anymore.

[reversedemperor]

So you'll find someone else to entertain yourself with for a while?

[psychosomnia]

Of course.