We Are Our Avatars III (Ended!)

[Outisakanobody]

Grace and Gerry go to bed.

OOC: Good fight and goodnight. That is allzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

 

[Skrag The Summoner]

The figure drew his hands through the air as if conducting an orchestra, pacing around the battlefield in complete ignorance of the many others.

@Saltyk "Vageta what does the scouter say about his power level?"

 

[Kirke]

Tophat walk out on the roof, and looks out over the city.

 

[Chungus]

OoC: Hey guys. Sorry for just disappearing last night.
The site was spassing out again and it was late so I went to bed. :x

Good morning! Erica said to Tophat with a cheery tone.

OoC: Captcha=lost love.
What? Are you trying to ship Erica, chaptcha? >.>

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

OOC: That was a hell of a hiatus, Jubilee and all that, patriotic and monarchistic bastard that I am. I take it I missed at least one arc but we havn't made the other threads yet.

 

[Chungus]

OoC @Ven: Well, Drak's plot isn't done yet. So no, you havn't really missed all that much.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

OOC @Nail well shit Im still seperated from everyone then. Kinda the reason i took a break in the first place.

 

[Skrag The Summoner]

OOC: @Ven would you like some "help" getting to the group?

 

[Chungus]

OoC @Ven: Nope. We're back in Paris. We've moved a bit from where you left us, but not much.

Kefka had been watching the fight from a window in the kitchen while eating some pop corn he found laying around.
Seeing what the rag-tag band of fighters were cappable of, he was almost glad he hadn't engaged them yet. With the weak spell his reincarnation had left him with, there was no way he could even stand up to them, let alone beat them.
Most interesting... I know how to counter their attacks, had I only the correct spells!
"Damn it all!" Kefka shouted as he slammed his fist against the wall.
I need more power!

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Varger had been milling around, trying to reach the prick to get his ship sent in. He had to keep him self busy to avoid dwelling for too long on anything. He clung to a chimney when he senses detected a shout, normally such a thing would not bother him but since he was bored he slid down the chimney's outside, along the roof before leaping to another roof and making his way across it.

OOC @Jort it should be fine if everyone is back in Paris.

 

[Chungus]

Kefka walked out of the ship to get some air. As the urge to kill those onboard while they slept grew rather strong. Of course with the weak spells he had, even ambushing a person in their sleep would not give him the edge he needed. No, killing them would have to wait.
Once outside, Kefka leaned against the side of the ship and looked at the city, disgusted by how undestroyed it was.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

Varger perched on a roof, one leg hanging lazily down while the othr crossed it. His right arm was resting on his raised knee. He looked at the ship. "Its moved, barely. Wonder if I'm right to assume they've all forgotten about Gregory Heart. Tears and anger one minute, indifferant the next. And I thought I was inconsistent."

 

[Skrag The Summoner]

The Metallic figure stepped from the morning shadow of the ship, right behind Kefka. "Excuse me my good man but are you allowed access to this spacecraft?" he said clutching his staff.

 

[Chungus]

Kefka jumped up slightly as the metallic figure appeared behind him. Out of instinct he raised his hand, electricity crackling between his fingers, ready to strike the figure with a barrage of thunder spells.
"Who in the world are you?!" He asked the figure with a demanding tone.

 

[Skrag The Summoner]

"Oh my goodness how rude of me. I am Trazyn The infinite, Archeovist of the Solemance Galleries and protector of history. Now might i ask again do you have access to this spacecraft?" Trazyn said as he flourished his metallic cloak.

 

[VeneratedWulfen93]

OOC: Woah woah woah, hold on a second...Necrons can talk now?!?! I always thought they were voiceless automatons, silent death bringers and all that jazz.

"Now that is odd, full automaton by the looks of him." Varger then span around, clutching the side of the building, his fingers digging into the stone as they hardened beneath the skin and slid down, leaving a track in the building. He looked at his hand, the skin and muscle worn away to reveal the plating which began to regenerate his flesh.

 

[Skrag The Summoner]

OOC: @Ven then you haven't seen the new (now relatively old) codex have you?

 

[Chungus]

"Riiight..." Kefka said with a suspicious tone as he lowered his hands. Still he was ready to strike if need be.
"Yes, I am alowed on this airship.
Are you?"

 

[Kirke]

Good morning. Sorry about what I did to Misa.

 

[Skrag The Summoner]

Trazyn placed his hand on one of the many jewels and trinkets around his waist and said. "I am a less then favorable party aboard this ship so that is why i am asking. Now that i know i am prepared to make you an offer, what say you?"