Transmigration 9: Brave New Worlds
Pan-fandom, SciFi, and Screwed-Up
May 22nd, 2012 
12:42 am
Church knowing full well that he was moderately more useful than some people he knew (like a certain yellow armored good-for-nothing) he was trying and failing to hit his intended target on the outskirts of Blue Base, far far away from any outsiders he hoped. He was getting better with grenades but with any sort of firearms? His aim was atrocious.

"God damn it! Who keeps fucking with the sights of my rifle?" This was continually the case with Church as usual.
thereisno11: (Working Here)
Because Kate would love using a few trick arrows on her circuitry, or even her wind Ranger abilities. It's not selfish when an INSANE AI is holding hostage, right? She sighed, and glanced around where she was dropped from the mazes this time. Felt like she had to run through those passages for a very long time. Much too long. She hoped her friends were still awake.

Looked like it was the City at least. She hoped everybody was ok, and started to take a look.

"Anybody around?" she called as she walked past the hodge podge placed buildings, and noticing the Kohaku river in the distance.
hawkeyekate: (Ahem!)
Who: Crematia and YOU
Where: Everywhere in the City level, take your pick
Summary: Crematia goes on a stroll. Naked.
Warnings: She is quite possibly the most awful person to grace your presence. Expect her to fling mockery from her behalf, threats, temper tantrums, to even possibly bodily and emotional harm. Watch out.

Wish you never ever met her at all )
mercyisweakness: ([pb] fuck yeah i'm hot)
That was very strange. No sooner he was catching up on the latest business with the Dalgig, and the Council that he found himself dumped into the Mazes. It didn't make any sense unless something was affecting the AI. It would hardly being surprising with all the changes aboard the ship. Still he was finally back in the city, and had a great deal to catch up on. Again.

He glanced upward, and shot into the air with a sonic boom to investigate the City, and look for anybody familiar to receive updates.
waylostandfound: (death glare in the air)
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