.::MorTaL iMperFecTioN::.

Fiachra blinked to get rid of her vision and get her normal vision back. She looked at the steel orbs and growled.

 

Clicking and whirling, the orbs retracted back into the ceiling.


"Well done well done."

Opening a door, the room echoed with gendran's clapping.


"I thought you were gonna go nuts for a second there."

 

Fiachra frowned at Gendran. "I can keep my temper under control. You really don't want to carry on this conversation with a persona, do you?"

 

Mixt entered in after him. If Mixt's memory served him right then Fiachra had every reason to be nervous. Though Mixt knew better than to say anything at a time like this. He simply stood back and watched.

 

Stepping back, Gendran held the door open for the two guests, beckoning them even deeper into the building.

 

Fiachra walked in. The second he tries anything perverted, I'm just gonna leave it to that crappy persona. Shes not me so she can get raped.

 

"So how much company do you get arround here?" Mixt inquired since the place was in pristeen condition. When he heard about this place he had expected it to be pretty much packed at yet they were vary obviously alone here. Was it all just machinery and this man?

 

"Well you see, we haven't gotten into the main building yet. This is all just the entrance."

 

"Is your house like a tardis then?" Fiachra asked. She really didn't care how big it was. As long there was escape routes she would be okay.

 

"A whatis?" Was the only way Gendran could respond to the strange question. He didn't want to admit it, but these people were starting to creep him out.

 

"Tardis. Little on the outside, big on the inside." Fiachra explained.

 

Gendran snapped his fingers.

"Oh, you mean that tv show with the guy and the screwdriver, right?"

 

OOC: :lolface: *lightbulb appears over Gendrans head*

BIC: Fiachra nodded. "Yes! Look, I can even see the lightbulb over your head."

 

ooc: :B|: how dare you inquire that he is inteligent.
bic:

Trying to hide his amusement, Gendran covered his mouth. Carefully, he tried to make sure that his claws didn't pierce his skin by his joyous shaking.

"Could you get if for me then? We'll screw it in later."

 

OOC: *stick tounge out* :lolface:

Fiachra rolled her eyes. "I'd rather shoot it."

 

ooc: :.-.: *grabs your tongue*
bic:

"anyways, come on. We have to go down stairs to the main building."

 

OOC: AH! *pulls back tounge and runs away*

BIC: Fiachra sighed and started to walk. She looked around at the buliding. No signs of escape yet. Except the front door...

 

Walking down a flight of stairs, Gendran stopped infront of an onyx colored door. Smuggly, he took a step to the side, waiting.

 

Fiachra stopped next to Gendran. She looked up at the doors and frowned. "Well?"

 

"What do you mean well? How would you open a door without a handle?"