06-03-2015, 07:25 PM
Tartaros shambled across the hallway, still chuckling after the affair with Ganondorf, and pushed his arm towards the large glass door labelled as the entrance to the "Observation Area". Looking at his reflection, it seemed Omni had kept his promise of immortality... his hand was intact, jaw unshattered, leg unbroken, and his armour as intact as it ever was, however that isn't saying much...
Walking into the room, it seemed rather sparsely populated, at least for such a publicized event. Only a few dozen people conversing amongst eachother while others were crowded around one of the many screens, obviously something was happening... Tartaros shuffled his way through the crowd, coming to the screen, with a most interesting sight. The youth, the battered man from the Nexus, lying dead, a bag wrapped tightly around his head... the marine quietly chuckled to himself and proceeded away from the glow of the screen, they'd all be fine in the end, after all... a little shaken, but fine in time...
Wandering across the floor for a while, the Luna Wolf came across a familiar stench... Okor no doubt, and the unmistakable teal sheen of the sorcerer's armour waving towards him. The remnants of the group mustn't have survived particularly long after the little brawl at the clinic after all it seems... Coming closer, his allies seemed to embroiled in conversation with another small group, in particular one curiously robed, err, being. Finally, the sorcerer spoke.
The marine's interest peaked, he finally turned towards the group.
"Ah... I see you lot didn't last long without me... Anyways, about this little "proposition" of yours...
Walking into the room, it seemed rather sparsely populated, at least for such a publicized event. Only a few dozen people conversing amongst eachother while others were crowded around one of the many screens, obviously something was happening... Tartaros shuffled his way through the crowd, coming to the screen, with a most interesting sight. The youth, the battered man from the Nexus, lying dead, a bag wrapped tightly around his head... the marine quietly chuckled to himself and proceeded away from the glow of the screen, they'd all be fine in the end, after all... a little shaken, but fine in time...
Wandering across the floor for a while, the Luna Wolf came across a familiar stench... Okor no doubt, and the unmistakable teal sheen of the sorcerer's armour waving towards him. The remnants of the group mustn't have survived particularly long after the little brawl at the clinic after all it seems... Coming closer, his allies seemed to embroiled in conversation with another small group, in particular one curiously robed, err, being. Finally, the sorcerer spoke.
Quote: "Tartaros! Okor has something to occupy us!"
The marine's interest peaked, he finally turned towards the group.
"Ah... I see you lot didn't last long without me... Anyways, about this little "proposition" of yours...