"Charming, reminds me of my childhood," Stacy says in a deadpan manner, "bets on how long before someone swings at Bravo?"
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Stacy shakes her head as they walk through the maze of vendors and stalls, her nostrils assailed by the unnaturally sweet smell of the squid dumplings. "Home sweet home," she mumbles to herself. As they enter back alley Stacy notes Bravo's vigilance has the rest of the group enters, the gesture is appreciated but largely foriegn to as she is used to everyone watch their own necks.
"Not sure those words go together," Stacy says with a bit of a growl, "I swear I just got off this rock."
Stacy is thrown into an absolute giggle fit when Bravo ask to speak with the drow's mother.
Sounds like crap to me... Stacy says with a huff.
Just got back from Seattle Children's hospital for my daughter's surgery (in addition to the plague hitting the household). I will get something up tomorrow. Time for some sleep.
Animosity is probably an understatement, so where do we go from here?
Stacy steps forward and begins to draw the heat from nearby bodies and devices to her hands that now glow a slight red. As she finishes an incantation and stretches her arms forward releasing the energy in a glowing wave.
apologies I have been under the weather as the crud has worked its way through my household.
"Well that was... something... I am Stacy by the way and what the hell is going on here?"
Stacy draws her pistol and joins the hail of fire.
Oh hell, what have I gotten myself into... Stacy thinks as she straps into the simulator. The rush of being sent into the virtual world was exhilarating.
"Oy, using bots to harass people is rude," an abrupt but sweet voice says as you notice a tall young female Orc approach. With shaved sides her purple hair parts to one side, her tusks peek out over her upper lip as she gives a half smile, "I'm looking for Historia-7, they told me I could find her down here."
Greetings, I'm currently transferring Stacy's stats into an alias. |