08-08-2015, 01:39 PM
Alright, so things were starting to get pretty insane out here already. First this dude with the sword and then some...clown demon? The latter just kinda stumbled off with a glassy look in his eyes, but the guy in white with the sword...talking sword, whatever, was hanging around. The queen and her wizard friend were not, however, and Drake simply watched as they scampered off towards the Dunes. Well.
That made three problems come and gone, but now there was the matter of trench-coat and Soul Edge over here. Drake decided to report in to Jeltz to see if he could leave yet. With a casual motion, carefully avoiding eye contact with the other denizens present, Drake pulled out his UNI device and quickly typed a message to his overseer.
3 primes come and gone. Bitch queen, wizard kid and clown monster. Standing here with an idiot and his talking sword. Can I take lunch?
Drake was about to tuck the little phone away when it almost immediately buzzed. Jeltz had a tendency to reply uncannily fast to digital messages. I guess being a cyborg had its perks. The VARIAtech exec's message read thusly:
New mission: track sword movements. Follow if possible.
Well, so much for a 'thank you', but at least Drake didn't have to specifically talk to anyone now. As such, Drake simply wandered back to his UNIbike and leaned against the gleaming black fuselage. He decided to help himself to a cig, while watching Cyburn and Zangetsu from the corner of his weary eyes.
That made three problems come and gone, but now there was the matter of trench-coat and Soul Edge over here. Drake decided to report in to Jeltz to see if he could leave yet. With a casual motion, carefully avoiding eye contact with the other denizens present, Drake pulled out his UNI device and quickly typed a message to his overseer.
3 primes come and gone. Bitch queen, wizard kid and clown monster. Standing here with an idiot and his talking sword. Can I take lunch?
Drake was about to tuck the little phone away when it almost immediately buzzed. Jeltz had a tendency to reply uncannily fast to digital messages. I guess being a cyborg had its perks. The VARIAtech exec's message read thusly:
New mission: track sword movements. Follow if possible.
Well, so much for a 'thank you', but at least Drake didn't have to specifically talk to anyone now. As such, Drake simply wandered back to his UNIbike and leaned against the gleaming black fuselage. He decided to help himself to a cig, while watching Cyburn and Zangetsu from the corner of his weary eyes.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued