Xane ran up towards the Guardians, stopping at the sight of the dying Tera Roth.
"Well, keep your guard up, then," Xane asked. "Got any weapons? My fists are kind of useless against the Virus..."
"Think the Virus is out here here?" Xane asked.
OOC: The Virus got him.
"Damn, is that Vecked?" Xane asked, pointing out of the window towards a figure below.
"Any idea where are friends are? "Xane asked. "And why're we headed here anyway? You worried about Roth, Alyt?"
"How long will this take, anyway?" Xane asked.
"I hope so..." Xane winced. he was starting to feel sick again. Mellodia frowned at the various ricocheting noises in the back of the ship and sat down in a seat. OOC: Hey, DK! Listen to those songs, yet?
Xane shook his head, before entering the rust bucket of a ship. He was sure he saw something crawling in it, earlier.
"Fine, let's go," Xane shrugged. "It better not break down on us, though..."
"Another deathtrap?" Xane sighed. "You don't got anything...safer? Less like implode? Something that doesn't rattle when you move a step forward?"
"Then, what are we doing standing here?" Xane asked. "Where's the ship?"
"Well, I'm going," Xane smiled. "Can't just sit here and be bored all day." "Then, I guess I'm coming, too," Mellodia smiled.
"Twilight Town? "Xane asked. "Wasn't that place blown to smithereens during the war?"
"Going where?" Xane asked. "Can we stop and eat, first?" OOC: Yeah, I need to get some more character development goin', too...
OOC: Oh, but I can...Just wait... BIC: "Whatever," Xane shrugged, turning back around. "What are we doin', then? Waiting for Alyt. Several members of the anti-Virus committee were also in town, browsing the markets.
OOC: I really have no idea how I'm going to top those posts...at least in this story arc... BIC: Xane shook his head, "Sorry, Niles. I'm not stealing from anybody. Hey, Mellodia, why don't we just walk back to camp?" *** Pharell sat in the ship, twiddling his thumbs. What was the point of catching the Virus, anyway? The war was practically over! Why not just let the Ultimate Organization handle the U.O? Pharell walked to the fridge to pour himself some iced tea. He needed to cool his head
OOC: I'm not gonna be on much today. School Project. I might sneak on if I have time.
"Ah, alright," Xane said, skaing his head. "Who's the first target?" OOC: Gotta go. See ya, later.
"I was the party guy..." Xane shrugged. "I guess Mellodia changed me a bit."
