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We wait for it?

*Sits silently puffing on cigarette, and cleaning mags*

What is your guys plan?

Where'd it go?

*feels V's grasp weaken and sever as It disappears*

And I'm not going to yell or threaten you for what you just did to my armor, but don't do that again. I can hold my own.

*Scatty sighs and walks up to the spartan annoyed*
Scatty: You're an idiot! You've stepped outside what you know! You would've wound up dead within hours if Mel and Horus hadn't found you!
The covenant monsters that could tear a spartan limb from limb is considered by us, to be the same threat level as a covenant grunt!
You are way over your head! So stop acting so macho!

*To Roland*OT: Honestly I've no idea. Verdai said it was dangerous. That's the extent of my knowledge.

Ooc: She's just laying on me, panting. Four more hours until I can call the vet.
I need to sleep, but I want to look after her.

Bic: [Nods and continues being a pillow]

[Bridget hums Kimmy to sleep on the sofa] ... [Puts blanket over her]

*casually disassembling and cleaning her rifle*
And now we wait once more.

*shakes his head*

That armor lock? Makes the armor nearly indestructible while it's active. I've seen tanks roll right over Spartans with armor locks active, and they didn't get a bruise from it. I'm not trying to be some rogue hero. People like that end up dead, I just have the experience and capability to fight.

*reloads his assault rifle before holstering it again*

And I planned on leaving after I saw Amelia. But I can tell when I've overstayed my time. Thank you for the hospitality, I do appreciate the rations and equipment. But I'll clear out before I bother you again.

*starts walking towards the door*

And keep the pod. I don't have a way to reclaim it, and it's cleaned out of supplies.

OOC: I hope your cat starts getting better soon, BC.

*Ot stare's eyebrows raised at Scatach*
Scatty: What!?
*Ot shakes his head*
OT: Nevermind...
*Walks after the Spartan*
OT: Santiago! Hold up! Where exactly are you intending to go? And how to you expect to get there?

*stops*

Eventually, I plan on regrouping with the UNSC, or at the very least finding part of the fleet that destroyed Reach and kicking its teeth in. As for how I'll get there, I'm not sure. I doubt that you have all known each other for years, which means this place has plenty of traffic. It shouldn't be hard to get aboard a ship and make my way back to where I came.

OT: The UNSC doesn't exist. It hasn't existed for millennia. The fleet that destroyed reach was destroyed over 30,000 years ago. Face it, you've got nowhere to go

Stay calm everybody.. We must stay as a tet. The creature wants us to turn on one another... Must keep the circle.

*Tries to walk outside and bumps into wall*

To Cal: When can I remove the bandages..

*Runs up to Santiago and hand him tail*

*Motions forward into the forest*

OOC Also sorry for the disappearance. Was playing MH with Nick, then my computer died.

Cal: I already told you, 2 days minimum. You don't get over a eye transplant in a couple hours

*clenches hands and turns around*

Care to repeat that? 30,000 years? There's no way, I would not have survived stasis that long, and the pod would have landed long before ten years.

*stares into OT's face*

Christ, you're not lying. I can read a man's face like it's paper, and even your avian features can't hide that.

*shoulders slump*

What have I gotten myself into.

*takes dogomorph's tail and gestures towards the forest*

Lead the way I suppose. I doubt I can find anything worse than I already have today.

To Cal: Gak.. that is going to be a burden.

*Sighs*

Scatty can you please accompany me, I have a plan..

Ot: The future, just know this: You're welcome to stay as long as you need. I've got a ship you can use if you'd like to venture off, and a room you can use if you decide to stay. I leave it up to you. Now please excuse me. I've got something to attend to
*Walks off to talk to Billy

*Scatty nods and walks next to Roland, aiming as needed*

*Happily leads way into forest*

*nods thanks*

I still want a word with Amelia. I'm not sure how many other Spartans I'll see from now on, even if she is as changed as you say.

*gets lead into the forest*

*Leads Santiago further into the forest*

*Occasionally jumps at the odd sound or two*

To Scatty: Lead me to the thinny, deep in the forest. It is where we did battle with the wolves and yellow coats..

*Checks ammunition*

I have an idea of what to do..

*Scatty nods and puts a hand on his shoulder*
Scatty: Okay, let's go. *Leads him off*

I hope you know where you're going.

DP: Huh, I didn't even get kicked out. I guess you just take your anger out by cutting off my limbs, so it's a trade off.

*Nods and points to a cave*

*Leads Santiago into the cave*

OOC On another note, I am all good to go full-on DoW next weekend.

*Stop Scatty in prairie*

To Scatty: This is the place, I can hear it.

*Rummages through bag and pulls out a small ivory turtle. I then take nineteen steps and place the turtle on the ground*

*I then slowly go to my knees and meditate*

OOC: Which Dow?

OOC: I'm busy in the mornings this weekend, but other than that I am good to go.

BIC: You're smarter than I thought. But what's so special about the cave? They can make decent defensive positions in a pinch, I'll give them that.

*Scatty sits down against a tree and waits*

OOC Any. I have them all.
Also all good for Vermintide, or BFG.

Bic *Hisses once and waits*

OOC: Vermintide, anytime this week. Message me on steam and I'll probably hear it.

*OT is guiding Billy out of the bar and into the kitchen*

*Wind slowly picks up around me*

Voice fills the air: He is dead Roland, choked on a couple of galaxies!!

*Cackling laughter fills the air*

OOC: Down for dow 1 or 2. Wish my comp could run BFG.

*Scatty gets up and puts a hand on one of her sword hilts*
Roland... what's going on?

*draws his magnum and stands still*

OOC: I'm in the same boat as ZK. The closest I get to BFG is Stellaris, and that doesn't really come close besides spaceships shooting the gak out of each other.