Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26337886-20161227113103/@comment-30700719-20170126221658

As I wake up from a deep sleep, I get up, get dressed, etc., and I walk out of the motel, paying my fare to the motel-keeper. I walk around the town for a bit and walk over to the crash site to check up on my Rauser. Sure enough, it's in tip-top shape, ready to go. I jump into the cockpit, ready the rocket engine, then remember the night before. I take off and fly the Rauser over to the town. I land the Rauser just out of town, and hop out.

As I walk to the town, I decide I might as well stay here for a bit. I buy some goods from some vendors, careful to avoid the more aggressive produce, then head back to the Rauser and try some out. Picking up a bottle labeled 'Holstaur Milk. Made organically at Lon Lon Ranch', I take a swig. Hmm. I've tasted nothing like it. I make a sandwich and sit on top of the Rauser, enjoying breakfast and the general scenery.

I see Quote, lounging by the lake, and walk over. "Hey." I sit down and look out over the lake. "I've decided to spend a bit of time here. It's kind of daunting, but I have been running-rather, flying-from the Iron Wings for a bit, and I'd like to have a bit of a rest." I look at Quote's confused face and explain, "The Iron Wings are a bunch of elite Beelzebubs, Wyverns, and a whole heap of other flying mamono that are hunting me down. As far as I can tell, I've been labeled as a threat from some Baphomet and they created a squadron made to take down airborne threats. Right now, that's me."