Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170413211545

(Ayy, you made it.)

I wake up with a start. I look around, with my Raging Judge drawn. I look behind me and see The Reptile King. "Your scaley highness," I say, bowing before him, then switch to a more informal tone. "What are you doing? First, this goddamn March Hare gets into the ship, then I boot her off, and what do you know, she brings an army! I have to go down through the Inactive Lava Zone to escape it! Now, I'm trying to get some sleep, and you show up!" I rub my forehead. "Could you...could you leave me for a moment? I'm a bit busy right now, and I don't need overpowered deities waltzing around!" I sigh and turn to the Reptile King. "First off, what gives you the right to just take a crap in my submarine at-" I check my PDA "-4:12 in the morning? It's not like I fly over to YOUR home and just use the washroom!" I holster the Raging Judge and look around. The moonlight brightens up the top deck of the Trieste. The ocean is fairly calm, and the wind is a gentle breeze. "Also, how did you make a door behind me? The entrance hatch to the top deck is over there, about 25 metres away." I look down and see the two other sleeping bags, empty and crinkled.

ICARUS suddenly freezes in the air, then adruptly keeps going with full momentum. He tumbles onto the sand, rolling around. He comes to a stop and sits up.  He checks himself. A portion of his feathered wing appears to be charred, and he pats at it, restoring his form. He looks back at Siri, far away. 