The Renaissance

He looked around. Well, we need to make shelter.

 

Rhianna nodded, "right. i'll go start on that..."

OOC:g2g...

 

OOC: Ok. C ya.

BIC: Nova made a small fire.

 

Balmung frowned. Nero, you resort to playing dead like a possum? Plain insulting.... He had watched the whole fight but knew he would be in trouble if he showed himself to Nero. Even Balmung knew not to interrupt him.

 

Varr walked over to Balming. We need to have a little chat.

 

"Why, sir? Something wrong?" He asked, getting from his position that he had been so comfortable in.

 

Losen up. You don't have to be so stiff. He looked at the position where Rionna and Nova were. I want you to keep an eye on those 2 people. Whatever you do, don't get seen by them. If you do, head back to base. Oh and one more thing. DON'T KILL THE YELLOW HAIRED ONE (aka: Nova). Do we understand?

 

"Understood, sir. I've been watching them for fun anyways." He said, settling back down.

 

Good. I'm glad to hear that. Don't expect to see me till the next day. I've got work to do. He walked towards the road.

 

Nero was at the base, walking around looking at his "collection" of heads

 

"ok, the camp's done...." Rhianna muttered as she walked back. She pointed to the neatly made camp behind her.

 

Thanks for making it. He had a feeling someone was watching them.

 

Rhianna nodded and looked around, searching.

 

You know, have you ever had that feeling that someone is watching you?

 

"yeah....why, you feeling it too?"

 

Well, yea. I have that feeling. He shook his head. Maybe it's just me.

 

Nero was browsing his arsenal in his room

 

"and me? i don't think so...something's up..."

 

He looked at the sky, which was covered with dark, gray clouds. Something's definetly up.

 

"exactly. and its up to us to figure out what!"