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Vetis looked surprised that Kyella moved such a large box by herself but was happy to see that there was some room to lay down. He began to lay on the floor next to a corner of the room, using his arm for a pillow to support his head.
"Thank you for moving the box and checking out the area. After I get some rest, I can get the ship up and running and maybe we can get out of here whenever you are ready." He said wile falling asleep. Vetis was out cold by the time he finished the sentence.
Post by lordpartanx on Mar 28, 2010 12:52:36 GMT -4
Kyella watched as he crashed out.
Wow he must have had a rough day.This place looks pretty interesting. I would look around but I am sure that more of those shadows will come out. The ship he has may be too big for me to move also.
Since the house is still within sight of the ship she examines it to see the full size of it and what damage she can work on.
Her eyes are still watching out for those shadows and who ever else might be around.
Mar 28, 2010 12:52:36 GMT -4
Last Edit: Mar 29, 2010 14:58:51 GMT -4 by lordpartanx
(The issue is more staying within the realm of reason than anything else. A fight with some heartless is almost guaranteed in the third district. Despite this, there are reasons for a high level heartless to not appear - there are others in the third district that are of more interest, etc. As such, I believe it is within the realm of reason for this to go on for a bit, but one should expect to be attacked at some point by something quite a bit stronger than shadows and big bodies. That said, I see this more as the personal preference of the person who created the thread to control who is and isn't allowed, so it comes down to whether you intend to complain, locue. I honestly think that it isn't worth the effort to do so.)
Festis was alone. He was also very, very frustrated. He had not only failed to find somebody to hire him, but he had also failed to even get the one guy that may have done so to say no and wave him off! During his mental tirade, Festis stalked through the third district, itching for some of those heartless to attack him. Dammit, I need a fight to blow off steam! Festis gripped his sword tightly in his hand as he made a turn: he could see the remnants of a ship along with a person that appeared to be trying to fix the ship or at least scrounge materials from it.
He stood there for a moment, contemplating. Should I pick a fight or call out to them? From the looks of that ship, it is beyond being repaired to fly, though it is obvious this one isn't one of the many so-called heartless, as they seem to appear out of thin air. Hmm... decisions decisions. Well, no point in just standing here, I can at least speak. Festis kept a firm grip on both his spear and his sword as he spoke, making sure to speak clearly and calmly so as to not cause too much alarm. "Greetings. I suppose you are a... new arrival," Festis smiled slightly as his own small joke, intending to first see who or what this person is before deciding what to do.
(forgive my ignorance towards the fact of constant danger in the area. I didn't want to try and control everything, however I did end up sounding childish and I guess it was an effect of being attached to the character. On top of that I was gone for a long time. I'm sorry.)
Vetis awoke with a throbbing headache, and clutched at his skull as he arose from the floor that he had crashed out on. He sighed deeply as he walked outside with sword in hand, and a battle ready stance. He saw no danger in the area at that moment, so he grabbed the parts from his trench coat and a few tools as he began to work on the ship.
Moments latter, he herd footsteps approach his position from the distance. He gripped his sword and cleared his mind of distractions as he arose from his working pose and eyed the figure speaking to him, disappointed that it wasn't one of the creatures he had been fighting lately. He enjoyed killing them.
"Greetings. I suppose you are a... new arrival," The man stated with a smile. Vetis smiled himself and maintained a grip on his weapon and a focused mind as he approached the man with a calm stride, but keeping a safe distance from the weapons the man held.
"I suppose you could say that." He replied, also returning a grin of his own.
"In fact I'm happy you arrived. It was getting a little lonely around here." he cackled
