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re_alignment2014-07-02 05:01 pm
sword_redemption) wrote in re_alignment2014-07-02 05:01 pm
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[The feed that opens is staticky, coming as it is from the outer edges of the network's range, and bears a face that should be familiar to many. Upon closer inspection though, one might notice this Wing is a little rougher around the edges compared to recent newer arrivals. His glyph too, is a brilliant Vectorian gold edged with a strong violet glow. A touch of concern marks Wing's face as he looks right and left before speaking into the feed. The jet is clearly wary of his surroundings.]
Haveners! It's been quite a long time. I wish happier news brought me to this, but alas, the recent disruption of the Lamdba affects us all.
[Behind Wing, over his shoulder, there's a stealthy, disturbingly flesh colored shape slithering down the slope on all fours.]
We hope--
[There's a flash of steel and white and red behind the jet: Drift doing what he does best, which is, apparently, slicing things into sushi, the two--the whatever-it-is and Drift--disappearing offscreen in a grunting flail.]
[The sound of combat rings out off screen, grabbing Wing's attention. The feed is jostled as he almost ends it--clearly Wing is tempted to join the fray--but he seems to change his mind at the last moment.]
Please. Please be wary if you leave the Haven. The wastelands is strewn with foreign debris and creatures stranger than ever roam the land!
[Yeah, and on that note... Drift appears--victorious, of course--holding what appears to be a severed head--actually two, one a smaller, almost vestigial one like a goiter from the neck of the main one--into the camera's range. ]
Anyone else running into these , for example?
[Stay classy, Drift.]
((OOC: Action and network both fine! Responses will be from either--if you have a preference, let us know! ))
Haveners! It's been quite a long time. I wish happier news brought me to this, but alas, the recent disruption of the Lamdba affects us all.
[Behind Wing, over his shoulder, there's a stealthy, disturbingly flesh colored shape slithering down the slope on all fours.]
We hope--
[There's a flash of steel and white and red behind the jet: Drift doing what he does best, which is, apparently, slicing things into sushi, the two--the whatever-it-is and Drift--disappearing offscreen in a grunting flail.]
[The sound of combat rings out off screen, grabbing Wing's attention. The feed is jostled as he almost ends it--clearly Wing is tempted to join the fray--but he seems to change his mind at the last moment.]
Please. Please be wary if you leave the Haven. The wastelands is strewn with foreign debris and creatures stranger than ever roam the land!
[Yeah, and on that note... Drift appears--victorious, of course--holding what appears to be a severed head--actually two, one a smaller, almost vestigial one like a goiter from the neck of the main one--into the camera's range. ]
Anyone else running into these , for example?
[Stay classy, Drift.]
((OOC: Action and network both fine! Responses will be from either--if you have a preference, let us know! ))
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[Certainly not like Crystal City, where all the mechs had at least one thing in common: a desire to not make war. Banding together and setting aside old functions to contribute to a harmonious whole was much easier for that reason alone.]
Whatever's happened, it's big. It affects us all. And even if I choose not to live here, I would not see Haven and its people suffer.
[It's no different than venturing from Crystal City to help the slaves really. Maybe they could've stayed safe from all this in their sanctuaruy, but they were needed here.]
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[Wing really was kind of a meddling hippie, after all.]
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[Meddling hippie extraordinaire! Speaking of meddling...]
And how are things for you and Wing?
[Oh yes that does sound strange to say, still.]