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pick a character + prompt (or tell me what you want &or bring your own) and get words.
[ This is more than slightly a problem. Then again, Messer tends to take these corners at full speed and as severely as possible, so there's precious little room for idleness. (Meaning, no room.) The Fasolt ruins are burning brightly, and the skies overhead reflect that: streaked with smoke and gunfire, air cut by the roar of Siegfried and Draken aircraft. Around the ruins, a constant barrier of disrupted fold resonance accumulates. Strange things are happening. A keen eye and a pull on his sensors alert him to something extremely odd within the ruin's spires. ]
A person...! [ Civilians were have supposed to been scarce. Only an idiot would stick around in something like this. ] Even without cover...
[ Messer wheels his plane into a nosedive. Straightening it on descent after a pulse of its engine slows his fall, if only marginally. The drag in the air allows it to unfold into its battroid mode as it falls within range of his target. Rescue missions aren't his forté, but... he's here, so the cockpit hatch on the nose of the plane flips open.
Messer's face is similarly obscured by a layer of glass, until he hits the button on his helmet to lift that too. ]
You! [ Hovering, the fighter craft tilts, engines roaring. ] If you don't want to die, come this way!
[ Now there's a loaded question, and for some reason it summons an immediate smile to Zevran's face as he glances around, shrugs to himself, and then casually jogs over to the... steel golem? That just spat out a man. At least, it appears to be a man, dressed in some bizarre suit of armor. ]
One would think it would be safe to assume any man on the street does not have a death wish, but you would actually be surprised to know how often you are wrong.
[ This is definitely not the time to be making such jokes at surly strangers trying to presumably rescue you from the jaws of death, which is precisely why Zevran is having a hard time resisting. ]
So I am not dead, then? Wishing to die or not, this comes as a relief to me because I expected there to be more pretty girls awaiting me on the other side. Not that you are not a prize, my friend! You have good eyebrows and shapely lips. Ah, and a strong yet comely jaw.
[ Messer would like to think that he is a measured, work-minded man, capable of withholding comments that have little to do with the battle raging overhead. Something this person is clearly not concerned with. As it is, he cranes back, looking caught somewhere between being perplexed and completely incensed. ]
Did you hit your head on something? [ And there it goes. ] Get in here!
[ All pretense of formality has taken a nosedive, and Messer, despite himself, still isn't going to leave someone to die. Less than prudent inclinations aside. Which is why Zevran will find the battroid's "hand" coming down on him, sweeping him up into its grasp. While it's not a gentle affair, much like the disposition of its pilot, it is secure and precise. Up he goes, towards the nose of the craft, where it unceremoniously dumps him into the seat directly behind his own. His comm systems are blaring with a multitude of voices. Orders, warnings, and perhaps most peculiar, singing. The source of it comes into focus, finally. Large hologram projections juxtaposed over the explosions in the sky.
Something he's maybe a little too eager to get back to, as the pitch of the fighter changes. But hey, there are the pretty girls, at the very least. ]
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A person...! [ Civilians were have supposed to been scarce. Only an idiot would stick around in something like this. ] Even without cover...
[ Messer wheels his plane into a nosedive. Straightening it on descent after a pulse of its engine slows his fall, if only marginally. The drag in the air allows it to unfold into its battroid mode as it falls within range of his target. Rescue missions aren't his forté, but... he's here, so the cockpit hatch on the nose of the plane flips open.
Messer's face is similarly obscured by a layer of glass, until he hits the button on his helmet to lift that too. ]
You! [ Hovering, the fighter craft tilts, engines roaring. ] If you don't want to die, come this way!
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One would think it would be safe to assume any man on the street does not have a death wish, but you would actually be surprised to know how often you are wrong.
[ This is definitely not the time to be making such jokes at surly strangers trying to presumably rescue you from the jaws of death, which is precisely why Zevran is having a hard time resisting. ]
So I am not dead, then? Wishing to die or not, this comes as a relief to me because I expected there to be more pretty girls awaiting me on the other side. Not that you are not a prize, my friend! You have good eyebrows and shapely lips. Ah, and a strong yet comely jaw.
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Did you hit your head on something? [ And there it goes. ] Get in here!
[ All pretense of formality has taken a nosedive, and Messer, despite himself, still isn't going to leave someone to die. Less than prudent inclinations aside. Which is why Zevran will find the battroid's "hand" coming down on him, sweeping him up into its grasp. While it's not a gentle affair, much like the disposition of its pilot, it is secure and precise. Up he goes, towards the nose of the craft, where it unceremoniously dumps him into the seat directly behind his own. His comm systems are blaring with a multitude of voices. Orders, warnings, and perhaps most peculiar, singing. The source of it comes into focus, finally. Large hologram projections juxtaposed over the explosions in the sky.
Something he's maybe a little too eager to get back to, as the pitch of the fighter changes. But hey, there are the pretty girls, at the very least. ]
We're going up. Brace yourself.