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Wait, both of our characters are named Sid. This will get confusing.
Sid watched the man raise his arms. He spoke with a very thick accent, making him hard to understand. From what he could gather, he said something about not wanting to fight, then something about alcohol.
Sid and alcohol had a it of a love-hate relationship in the past. He used to drink the stuff constantly, nearly drying out the remaining stock at bars around New Jerusalem. Until he met Jon, that is. Jon saved him from a life of detestable vice, and got him in good favors with the Emerald One.
"Well, okay. You can go into town. But, if I see you again, you had better have your soul saved."
Sid lowered the Sod-off, and gave him directions.
"I don't drink anymore. But, if you want the stuff, it's all over. Practically currency nowadays. Look in old, abandoned bars. There is only one running saloon I know. The Withered Rose. It's down near Town Hall. But I don't go around there. I ain't got nothing you want, so just go there."
Nope, no confusion.Yorgmiester said:
Sorry, I just had to log last night and just got home a few minutes ago.And funny, how we're on the same side, but don't even know it!
Heaving a heavy sigh, she lowered her gun, then snapped the safety back on and slid it into the holster.
Rose took a hesitant step forward, surveying the man's bulky, sweating body carefully. He lay still and his breathing was calm, the shotgun not far from the reach of one hand. Now with the opportunity to properly survey the room, she took notice of one of the thin pole supports that held the catwalk in place. She climbed over the edge of the giant generator, maneuvered her way down barely keeping a grip on the various levers and levels, before pushing off from the steel body and jumping to hug the pole. Palms sweating, she slid easily down the pole to the ground floor.
She strongly considered leaving a bullet it the man's head, seizing his weapon, and rummaging through his truck for spare parts- that was, however, until she noticed a small engraving on the shotgun.
BE.
...Way to go, Rose, she thought dully to herself, looking over the man. A Blue Eyes- he seemed to fit the bill alright. Waking him didn't seem such a good idea, however, as enraged as he had been, she likely would be beaten on the spot. Pursing her lips Rose turned instead and jogged out the front entrance, eager to leave the site.
In mere moments she was once again gliding along the lengthy roads on the sleek motorcycle, her blood still pumping loudly in her ears. She slowed upon seeing another vehicle- a buggy- pull out from around a corner and drive the same direction as her. Toward the base. As well, gunshots sang from streets away, prompting Rose to accelerate. Does it ever end...?
Mark was surprised by the fact that this G.E. didn't want any alcohol. "Oh, I don't need any more alcohol than my beloved vee-ess here. I'll just duke right into town then, thanks for not banjaxing my plans. Shame to not be able to enjoy a drink with ye." At least I don't have to give him a sip of my beloved vee-ess.
He slowly backed away from the man, taking care not to turn his back to this tosser. He jumped into his truck, but before he shut the armored door, a question sprang into his mind.
"Oh, one more thing. What is your name, if we should meet again in less...troubled times?" He shouted out at the man.
He slowly backed away from the man, taking care not to turn his back to this tosser. He jumped into his truck, but before he shut the armored door, a question sprang into his mind.
"Oh, one more thing. What is your name, if we should meet again in less...troubled times?" He shouted out at the man.
"Sid. Sid Harrington."
The man was wary of him. He made extra caution not to turn around. He thinks that Sid would be that evil, to shoot a man in the back? Anyway, he threw the Sod-off back in the bag, jumped on his ATV, and sped off into New Jerusalem. In the daytime, the city was beautiful, in a morbid sort of way. Buildings still and lifeless, cleaned out by His wrath. Sun rising over the nearly collapsed skyscrapers which formerly dotted the landscape like towering redwood trees.
About a week ago, the tallest building in the city collapsed, finally succumbing to the draping top half. The sound was thunderous, and the sight incredible to behold. The pointed top falling to Earth like The Jade King's fist plowing into the ground to make the lakes and canyons of the world. When the dust finally settled, the wreckage was magnificent. Built for days. Destroyed in seconds. Story of the world.
Sid arrived at his destination. A warehouse that formerly held within it's cavernous interior machine parts and supplies. All since removed, picked clean by scavengers. It had been converted to the Main Temple of The Jade King. Many members resided within her walls, all doing miscellaneous tasks or duties. He decided to resupply his food rations, along with a few Holy Books, to give to conversions. That's how it worked. The more conversions brought in, the more food you get. That being the case, Sid was never hungry. He set out once again, getting on the ATV, and began looking for heathens to be converted.
The man was wary of him. He made extra caution not to turn around. He thinks that Sid would be that evil, to shoot a man in the back? Anyway, he threw the Sod-off back in the bag, jumped on his ATV, and sped off into New Jerusalem. In the daytime, the city was beautiful, in a morbid sort of way. Buildings still and lifeless, cleaned out by His wrath. Sun rising over the nearly collapsed skyscrapers which formerly dotted the landscape like towering redwood trees.
About a week ago, the tallest building in the city collapsed, finally succumbing to the draping top half. The sound was thunderous, and the sight incredible to behold. The pointed top falling to Earth like The Jade King's fist plowing into the ground to make the lakes and canyons of the world. When the dust finally settled, the wreckage was magnificent. Built for days. Destroyed in seconds. Story of the world.
Sid arrived at his destination. A warehouse that formerly held within it's cavernous interior machine parts and supplies. All since removed, picked clean by scavengers. It had been converted to the Main Temple of The Jade King. Many members resided within her walls, all doing miscellaneous tasks or duties. He decided to resupply his food rations, along with a few Holy Books, to give to conversions. That's how it worked. The more conversions brought in, the more food you get. That being the case, Sid was never hungry. He set out once again, getting on the ATV, and began looking for heathens to be converted.
A little while later...
Farley groaned, rolling onto his back and rubbing his head. A large lump had formed, and a small cut as well, where a bit of broken steel form the sign had gashed him. He sat up, feeling dizzy, the blurry world spinning around him. "Ohhhhh... "
He grabbed his shotgun and then stood up wobbly, looked around a bit bewilderedly. All he could remember was walking in here, getting some parts out of the generator, and finding that little shiny ball... Crap. He turned and picked up his bag, glancing inside. No ball. A string of curses flowed out of his mouth as he shouldered the sack and lumbered out of the power plant.
"Stupid woman..." he muttered as he trudged back to his truck. "Stealing my shiny ball. I bet it was important, too. Big money." He tosses the bag in the back, next to the minigun, then opened the door and hopped in, glancing up at the sun that was already nearing the horizon. It would be dark soon, which meant it wold be best for him to start heading back. Night time was the best time for bandits and raiders, and although he was supremely confident in his ability to defend himself, it was better to just not let yourself get attacked.
The key turned in the ignition and the engine roared to life, as the first strokes of 'Creeping Death' sprung to life over of the six mega-speakers. He grinned, slamming on the gas pedal and swiveling the steering wheel to the left, kicking up a massive cloud of dirt and sand as he pulled away from the power plant and excelerated down the road towards the Blue Eyes base, music blasting across the landscape.
Farley groaned, rolling onto his back and rubbing his head. A large lump had formed, and a small cut as well, where a bit of broken steel form the sign had gashed him. He sat up, feeling dizzy, the blurry world spinning around him. "Ohhhhh... "
He grabbed his shotgun and then stood up wobbly, looked around a bit bewilderedly. All he could remember was walking in here, getting some parts out of the generator, and finding that little shiny ball... Crap. He turned and picked up his bag, glancing inside. No ball. A string of curses flowed out of his mouth as he shouldered the sack and lumbered out of the power plant.
"Stupid woman..." he muttered as he trudged back to his truck. "Stealing my shiny ball. I bet it was important, too. Big money." He tosses the bag in the back, next to the minigun, then opened the door and hopped in, glancing up at the sun that was already nearing the horizon. It would be dark soon, which meant it wold be best for him to start heading back. Night time was the best time for bandits and raiders, and although he was supremely confident in his ability to defend himself, it was better to just not let yourself get attacked.
The key turned in the ignition and the engine roared to life, as the first strokes of 'Creeping Death' sprung to life over of the six mega-speakers. He grinned, slamming on the gas pedal and swiveling the steering wheel to the left, kicking up a massive cloud of dirt and sand as he pulled away from the power plant and excelerated down the road towards the Blue Eyes base, music blasting across the landscape.
I'm not gonna give an exact time, just know that it was probably at least half an hour. You guys can decide whether you meet him on the way or not.
"Hold still... Goddammit, Ica! You don't even have proper pain sensors, I don't know why you're wincing."
Rose sat upon a swiveling stool chair, hunched over, her arms entangled within the stomach of a metal body. Blindly she reached backward and plucked a minuscule screwdriver from a plastic tray. With an almost painful amount of care, she twisted two tiny screws open, holding them tightly in the palm of one hand. A small compartment popped open to reveal a series of switches and buttons.
With a gentle sigh, she flipped two of the switches into an upward position and tapped two blue buttons. Nothing happened. Frustrated, she kicked the leg of the contraption; it emitted a long, whining note from within the heart of the robot, before twitching once or twice.
The animal-like creature lifted its heavy steel head, its four eyes (made of what seemed to be large round camera lenses) shifting their focus. Satisfied, Rose shut the compartment and reapplied the two screws.
"Not bad, huh, Ica?" she asked with a grin, patting the robot on the side. As she stood, it followed suit, shaking its canine imitation body. At full height, its shoulder was on equal level with Rose's shoulder, a bulking mass of gears and and bolts that moved surprisingly fluid. Though it had no tail to wag, the happiness in the beast was apparent and it danced on its toes, pushing its face into Rose's stomach almost playfully. She smiled, rubbing a spot beneath his chin.
The invention had been asleep for almost half a year, lacking any sort of compatible power source to keep it alive. It had been one of the worst days, when Rose was forced to shut down Ica to preserve was little power was remaining. Now, however, the dog would have at least ten months of constant power- more than enough time to find or invest in more power orbs.
While rejoicing, a thunderous noise filled her ears. Glancing out one of the few bulletproof windows of the Blue Eyes base garage, she stiffened, her eyes widening at what she saw.
The same truck, the same giant man, raging down the road. Toward the base.
Patting Ica's shoulder to alert him, Rose turned about and begin shoving her tools to the side of the wall. The garage was the size of a warehouse, packed with an assortment of trucks, cars, and vehicles of all shapes and sizes, as well as a small workshop station where she used most of the tools. Someone else would be able to clean up properly, later- for now, she hopped into the front seat of one of the eight-wheeler trucks and sat on the floor, feeling the truck rock gently as Ica leaped into the back compartment and 'play dead'.
Rose sat upon a swiveling stool chair, hunched over, her arms entangled within the stomach of a metal body. Blindly she reached backward and plucked a minuscule screwdriver from a plastic tray. With an almost painful amount of care, she twisted two tiny screws open, holding them tightly in the palm of one hand. A small compartment popped open to reveal a series of switches and buttons.
With a gentle sigh, she flipped two of the switches into an upward position and tapped two blue buttons. Nothing happened. Frustrated, she kicked the leg of the contraption; it emitted a long, whining note from within the heart of the robot, before twitching once or twice.
The animal-like creature lifted its heavy steel head, its four eyes (made of what seemed to be large round camera lenses) shifting their focus. Satisfied, Rose shut the compartment and reapplied the two screws.
"Not bad, huh, Ica?" she asked with a grin, patting the robot on the side. As she stood, it followed suit, shaking its canine imitation body. At full height, its shoulder was on equal level with Rose's shoulder, a bulking mass of gears and and bolts that moved surprisingly fluid. Though it had no tail to wag, the happiness in the beast was apparent and it danced on its toes, pushing its face into Rose's stomach almost playfully. She smiled, rubbing a spot beneath his chin.
The invention had been asleep for almost half a year, lacking any sort of compatible power source to keep it alive. It had been one of the worst days, when Rose was forced to shut down Ica to preserve was little power was remaining. Now, however, the dog would have at least ten months of constant power- more than enough time to find or invest in more power orbs.
While rejoicing, a thunderous noise filled her ears. Glancing out one of the few bulletproof windows of the Blue Eyes base garage, she stiffened, her eyes widening at what she saw.
The same truck, the same giant man, raging down the road. Toward the base.
Patting Ica's shoulder to alert him, Rose turned about and begin shoving her tools to the side of the wall. The garage was the size of a warehouse, packed with an assortment of trucks, cars, and vehicles of all shapes and sizes, as well as a small workshop station where she used most of the tools. Someone else would be able to clean up properly, later- for now, she hopped into the front seat of one of the eight-wheeler trucks and sat on the floor, feeling the truck rock gently as Ica leaped into the back compartment and 'play dead'.
Ica looks something akin to this [http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs8/i/2005/308/4/a/Wood_robot_2_by_nancynismo.jpg], but completely metal instead of wood. Credit to the author where it's due!
finnaly the bullets stoped as the roar of a song was played by as it was driving towards blue eyes base he quickly poped from cover and shot at the distracted Blue he walked over after the blue droped down he kicked the courpse over only to be greated by the ugliest sight he had ever seen but whats starnge they didn't have any Blue Eyes Clothing like the first one he met he shruged it off and started looking trough their outpost
Aqualung said:
That looks like a Bionicle! Childhood nostalgia ftw!
So, is this garage in the BE base? Is that why they're hiding, because Farley might be coming into the garage?
Childhood nostalgia ftw!So, is this garage in the BE base? Is that why they're hiding, because Farley might be coming into the garage?
After serching trough the Deads bags he found no insgina of any faction but he did find some rations and water and a flask of whisky he stood up and continued on his way hoping to not be seen again in this area
as he started traveling towards what he thought weas Red Territory he started thinking
'Who were those men'
as he started traveling towards what he thought weas Red Territory he started thinking
'Who were those men'
The rolling thunder of drums and savage eardrum-tearing of guitar solo's heralded Farley's arrival as his Beast tore through the gates and into the Blue Eyes base, a massive tower of dust riding in it's wake. Anyone who had been sleeping, wasn't anymore. But none could complain, as the scavengers were the ones who brought in most of the BE's tools, equipment, and food. Several residents were already running up to the massive truck as it pulled up into the garage and halted abruptly, sending plumes of dirt out in front of the tires.
The blaring music cut out as he turned off the vehicle, then threw open the door and stepped out. One of the people, a shortish man with a strange lumpiness to his right shoulder that made him lean to that side a bit, scurried up to Farley.
"Farley! You're back! How did the trip go? Any wonderful things that you brought back for me?"
"No, sorry Phil. Nothing very good this time." Phil was one of the BE's that had received some deformation, but not much stupid. His right shoulder and neck were lumpy and weird, which gave him a lopsided appearance, but he was mentally sound, at least by their standards. Some people got stupid, some people got ugly, some got both. And some got neither, which was a rarity. Farley got the stupid, to a degree. His only real deformation was his size, other than that, he was just normal-ugly, not mutant-ugly.
"Oh, there's got to be something worth-while in here." Phil continued, climbing up onto the truck and rummaging around in the back. "What's in this bag? Generator parts?"
"Yea, from the power plant. That one I was wanting to check out." Farley replied.
"Oh really, was there anything interesting up there?" Phil said, picking up a length of copper piping and checking the inside for rust.
"No, just parts. And an annoying woman." He paused, then remembered the shiny ball. "Oh yea! Phil, there was one of those shiny balls, in the generator!"
"Really? Did you get it?" The man asked, suddenly alert to what Farley was saying.
"No, the stupid woman stole it and knocked me out." He slammed the door shut, a scowl on his face.
"A woman... what did she look like?" Phil asked, hopping down from the truck with an assortment of metal parts in his arms.
"Uhhh... she was about this high, and she had red hair. She was really sneaky, and fast."
"Mhmm." Phil replied knowingly. "Well, don't take my word for it, but I think you'll probably run into her pretty soon. If you do, make sure to try and not crush her head, ok? She's one if us." He turned to leave.
"What, you mean she's a Blue Eyes?" Farley asked incredulously. Phil nodded over his shoulder then walked off. Farley scratched his head for a moment, bewildered, then grunted and reached into the truck, grabbing his toolbox. He then walked over to the nearby workbench, near a row of eight-wheelers, and sat down to work on his latest project: replacing the blades on his tire rims. Car-chasing dogs were a nuisance when they got caught in the wheels, so to help with that problem, he had installed blades that stuck out several inches form the rims of his tires, to "deflect" the troublesome canines.
The blaring music cut out as he turned off the vehicle, then threw open the door and stepped out. One of the people, a shortish man with a strange lumpiness to his right shoulder that made him lean to that side a bit, scurried up to Farley.
"Farley! You're back! How did the trip go? Any wonderful things that you brought back for me?"
"No, sorry Phil. Nothing very good this time." Phil was one of the BE's that had received some deformation, but not much stupid. His right shoulder and neck were lumpy and weird, which gave him a lopsided appearance, but he was mentally sound, at least by their standards. Some people got stupid, some people got ugly, some got both. And some got neither, which was a rarity. Farley got the stupid, to a degree. His only real deformation was his size, other than that, he was just normal-ugly, not mutant-ugly.
"Oh, there's got to be something worth-while in here." Phil continued, climbing up onto the truck and rummaging around in the back. "What's in this bag? Generator parts?"
"Yea, from the power plant. That one I was wanting to check out." Farley replied.
"Oh really, was there anything interesting up there?" Phil said, picking up a length of copper piping and checking the inside for rust.
"No, just parts. And an annoying woman." He paused, then remembered the shiny ball. "Oh yea! Phil, there was one of those shiny balls, in the generator!"
"Really? Did you get it?" The man asked, suddenly alert to what Farley was saying.
"No, the stupid woman stole it and knocked me out." He slammed the door shut, a scowl on his face.
"A woman... what did she look like?" Phil asked, hopping down from the truck with an assortment of metal parts in his arms.
"Uhhh... she was about this high, and she had red hair. She was really sneaky, and fast."
"Mhmm." Phil replied knowingly. "Well, don't take my word for it, but I think you'll probably run into her pretty soon. If you do, make sure to try and not crush her head, ok? She's one if us." He turned to leave.
"What, you mean she's a Blue Eyes?" Farley asked incredulously. Phil nodded over his shoulder then walked off. Farley scratched his head for a moment, bewildered, then grunted and reached into the truck, grabbing his toolbox. He then walked over to the nearby workbench, near a row of eight-wheelers, and sat down to work on his latest project: replacing the blades on his tire rims. Car-chasing dogs were a nuisance when they got caught in the wheels, so to help with that problem, he had installed blades that stuck out several inches form the rims of his tires, to "deflect" the troublesome canines.
Blue eyes are starting to disgust me more and more. it also feels like this rp is dieing think every one except us forogt about it?
As Rose heard the two men converse, she pressed herself lower into the spot beneath the steering wheel, hoping by some divine fate she would go unnoticed. On that part, she was lucky- however, at the mention of her appearance at the plant, she froze, silently cursing.
"Well, don't take my word for it, but I think you'll probably run into her pretty soon. If you do, make sure to try and not crush her head, ok? She's one if us."
Thanks, Phil, Rose thought to herself, with only a hint of sarcasm. Phil was a nice fellow- the sort of man who did his part to contribute to the Blue Eyes, without taking an absurd amount of compensation for providing help. However, he proved a point that she truly wished he hadn't; she would be likely to run into the man named 'Farley' again, and hiding forever would be impossible. Though the base was large and spanned over four massive sectors, above and below ground, he was sure to find her eventually.
Unwilling to sit in the truck for hours as Farley worked, Rose peeked over the rolled-down window to look at his back, hunched over a workbench. Maybe he's not as stupid as he looks? she thought, before silently tugging on the door handle and easing the driver's door open.
She hopped down onto the cement floor, her metal legs clanking softly. Leaning on one hip, she folded her arms across her chest, and said to Farley, only a truck's length away, "It wasn't really my fault, you know. Maybe you shouldn't be so quick to shoot your gun."
"Well, don't take my word for it, but I think you'll probably run into her pretty soon. If you do, make sure to try and not crush her head, ok? She's one if us."
Thanks, Phil, Rose thought to herself, with only a hint of sarcasm. Phil was a nice fellow- the sort of man who did his part to contribute to the Blue Eyes, without taking an absurd amount of compensation for providing help. However, he proved a point that she truly wished he hadn't; she would be likely to run into the man named 'Farley' again, and hiding forever would be impossible. Though the base was large and spanned over four massive sectors, above and below ground, he was sure to find her eventually.
Unwilling to sit in the truck for hours as Farley worked, Rose peeked over the rolled-down window to look at his back, hunched over a workbench. Maybe he's not as stupid as he looks? she thought, before silently tugging on the door handle and easing the driver's door open.
She hopped down onto the cement floor, her metal legs clanking softly. Leaning on one hip, she folded her arms across her chest, and said to Farley, only a truck's length away, "It wasn't really my fault, you know. Maybe you shouldn't be so quick to shoot your gun."
My character has red hair, doesn't have human legs, and is a scavenger. She's the Little Mermaid! :O
Sentinel10 said:
Actually, while my guys name is Sid, he goes by Red, so I don't think it will get that confusing.
Red had arrived at base shortly after Rose, they chatted breifly, but he quickly left to make sure his buggy got stocked back up on ammunition and food. He paid a visit to the hybroponics garderns and filled out a reqisition form for more food and then he visited the little factory near the bases machine shop to get soem more ammo. By the time Red saw a massive eight wheeler roll in, he was pushing a cart full of ammo and food. His buggy was dwarfed by the giant truck, but still projected an imposing look. Red thought this as he began to load a belt of ammunition into his Buggy's mini-gun.
As he was working, he heard the woman Rose yell somthing at Farley
Wasen't really my fault" Is all he heard.
"Wait, what happened?" Red yelled back at her.
was walking down the raod when he heardthe unmistakable sound of an engine comming from the way he was going then he heard the hiss of steam and instantly knew it was either a hijacked veical or a Red was coming his way he got his gun over his shoulder and got ready to flag down the Friendly
When the Steam machine came trough he saw that it was a red egale strike team which ment 3 transports and 4 hummers extra ammo and Trained medics
'this is going to be hell'
the Convoy stoped and out steped a tall man a auto matic machine gun over his shoulder he wore on his clothing the Captains badge as he spoke he was loud and clear
"Halt who are you and state your faction any sudden moves and you will be eliminated"
Jason sighed and responded the correct way that only the eagles knew
"I am Jason.I Scavange yet I wish to fly high as king of the Sky"
It was corny but it kept the normal looking and the smarter Blue eyes out of the main base and kept the fanatics from ever trying to get in.
"Jason, We are going to fight the eyes they have attacked our outer areas earlier today so while their main forces are out we will strike back"
'that doesn't make sense' was all jason thought leting the man continue
"as of right now You are part of my squad we need a new gunner for the rear Jeep he was taken out by a sniper"
'fuck'
Jason nodded as he headed towards the rear Humvee he didn't see any one he knew but he did know that this was goign to be hell he jumped in the jeep not maning the gun as he introduced him self to the driver.
"Names Jason And you are?"
the driver started as the convoy started to move again
" Names Richard, stay sharp and stay alive" this man was Ready for battle he had on a combat vest and was an averge looking man his side arm was ready to be drawn
"Alright Richard"
Jason said as he waited till it was time to get on the Machine gun when he knew they where in blue eyes base
When the Steam machine came trough he saw that it was a red egale strike team which ment 3 transports and 4 hummers extra ammo and Trained medics
'this is going to be hell'
the Convoy stoped and out steped a tall man a auto matic machine gun over his shoulder he wore on his clothing the Captains badge as he spoke he was loud and clear
"Halt who are you and state your faction any sudden moves and you will be eliminated"
Jason sighed and responded the correct way that only the eagles knew
"I am Jason.I Scavange yet I wish to fly high as king of the Sky"
It was corny but it kept the normal looking and the smarter Blue eyes out of the main base and kept the fanatics from ever trying to get in.
"Jason, We are going to fight the eyes they have attacked our outer areas earlier today so while their main forces are out we will strike back"
'that doesn't make sense' was all jason thought leting the man continue
"as of right now You are part of my squad we need a new gunner for the rear Jeep he was taken out by a sniper"
'fuck'
Jason nodded as he headed towards the rear Humvee he didn't see any one he knew but he did know that this was goign to be hell he jumped in the jeep not maning the gun as he introduced him self to the driver.
"Names Jason And you are?"
the driver started as the convoy started to move again
" Names Richard, stay sharp and stay alive" this man was Ready for battle he had on a combat vest and was an averge looking man his side arm was ready to be drawn
"Alright Richard"
Jason said as he waited till it was time to get on the Machine gun when he knew they where in blue eyes base
its too peaceful
jad4400 said:
It's actually more like a gigantic humvee/improv tank.
"None of your business, Red, go away." he shouted. "Now, if somebody had something I wanted, and I needed it very badly, then I might try and take it." He paused and puffed out his chest. "I mean, I would take, it's me." For a moment he seemed to forget what he was talking about, admiring his buff physic. Then he looked up at her and remembered the matter at hand. "Anyway, what did you need the shiny blue thing for, lady?"
Rose gritted her teeth at Red's call. Thanks, Red she thought dismally, though it comforted her slightly to know she was night completely alone. Well, Ica was nearby to protect her, but still...
She allowed the man to continue his tangent, hoping he might be able to confuse himself into leaving. However, once he mentioned the orb, she stiffened and bit her lip. "Exactly- like you said, no sharing and compromising out there. It's impossible to tell you're a Blue Eyes, you know. And I needed it, for... a friend," she replied.
As if on cue, Ica peeked his head out from the back of the eight wheeler, curiously scanning her and Farley with his wide, blank eyes. Rose raised a hand to her face, shaking her head. You know I'm not supposed to have an unregistered robot... Way to be, Ica.
She allowed the man to continue his tangent, hoping he might be able to confuse himself into leaving. However, once he mentioned the orb, she stiffened and bit her lip. "Exactly- like you said, no sharing and compromising out there. It's impossible to tell you're a Blue Eyes, you know. And I needed it, for... a friend," she replied.
As if on cue, Ica peeked his head out from the back of the eight wheeler, curiously scanning her and Farley with his wide, blank eyes. Rose raised a hand to her face, shaking her head. You know I'm not supposed to have an unregistered robot... Way to be, Ica.