Aight!, let's hunt down my Waifu!!
Does that sound a bit.. wrong?
Aight!, let's hunt down my Waifu!!
Does that sound a bit.. wrong?
"Ciao" I say to the Wyvarian before going out of the Gathering hall, with Sergey (Mah bear bro Who conveniently popped out of nowhere) dragging the Gift.
I wave with one hand. "I don't think that flying a Rauser near the Azi Dahaka is safe, mostly because it's German...I know! Uhh...go to the very start of our destination, and describe it for me. I have to go to the fields, or some long, flat expanse of land. Most of the Russian planes in WW2 required runways, instead of being tailsitters like the Rauser." I take a few steps away, then snap my fingers and turn back to Spazerz. "Do you have any communications technology? We're going to have to stay in contact, if we are to escort the Gift properly."
I raise an eyebrow in suspicion, before sitting down in front of the scroll cross-legged. I close my eyes, and focus on Spazerz. In some remote, undisciplined part of my mind, the faint sound of the Russian National Anthem can be heard. I push that away and focus on Spazerz. Interestingly, it grows louder. If the same thing is happening to Spazerz, then what would he hear? I wonder. It'd probably be something like this.
Shortly afterwards both hear the sound when you gain an item in legend of zelda and we now have super coll bad-ass mind powers.. Yay!
"Ok are you Ret-2-go?"
I stand up and blink in confusion. "I've never heard that term before. At all. But I understand it, so that's good." I take a few steps. "Er, meet you and the very start of the road. Listen for the sounds of an engine coming from above." I take off down the road, heading for the city limits. However, by some chance, I happen to round a corner and slam straight into a Troo, knocking her into her Gigant associate. The Troo looks up at me, and the Gigantic looks down. I murmur, "Oh, scheiße."
Meanwhile i decide to just wlak out of town.. like a baws, with mah Fab Addidas tracksuit. But then my belly starts rumbling.. I need Foods, so i go to the local restaurant, sit down and await the waiter.
Little do our protagonists know, certain red scaled dragon, one that Janadian would be rather familiar with, rests on a cliff ledge her eyes, sharper than any eagles, catches sight of Jany in his predicament. She narrows her eyes as her thrusters begin heating up.
A teenage Holstalamia slithers up to Spazers, "Um, hi! May I take your order?"
(I leave the rest of RPing the Red Comet to you Jany.)
(Wait. What kind of city or settlement is this taking place in?)
I wave goodbye and take off down the street, at full pace. The Gigant helps the Troo to her feet, then starts after me, picking up speed. I bolt around a corner and up through a window, climbing to the rooftops. The Gigant attempts to follow, but her weight is too much for the weak wooden rooftops to handle. In other words, 'she too damn thicc'. She growls in anger, then punches the side of the house. The entire wall practically caves in, making me slip and fall. She stands over me, with a look of pure anger on her face. "You! You are dead!" A dawn of recognition alights in my face. "Oh, you're Russian. Well, that's good. I actually have a friend who's Russian, over that way. Just look for the guy with the bear-" I roll over as her fist slams into the ground, leaving a child-sized crater. "Ah. This is bad." I pull forward with two hands, then scramble to my feet and bolt. The Gigant leaps forward, instantly gaining momentum. "Fuck."
The Valk takes two steps back, morphing into her primal form. Her wings seethe and she lets out an ear-splitting roar, high and shrill like a bird of prey's...