Rosemoor

[thatfallout3guy]

Turning his attention towards Kex, James couldn't help but chuckle a bit, "If it requires a password, then don't mess with it. It's really as simple as that." He stated.

James then turned his attention to Sparrow, "You and Argus are gonna be sharing Paul's old room," he said, pointing out an open room that was behind Argus and Sparrow.

"Kex'll be charging up in a corner or something, I dunno. There's two beds, a TV, couch, basically everything you'd need to keep you comfortable and entertained on long trips. As for that bathroom it's only big enough for one person, but I'm sure you two can work that out."

James then turned towards the narrow hallway he stood beside, "Now if you need me, I'll be in my room with deadnuts here," he said, pointing his thumb at Richard.

[Aren]

Onna rubbed a hand on her face, getting more irked by the second, until she felt the strong gust of wind and huffed, tensing up as her hair whipped around her head. She was going to hate her team if they kept acting like spoiled adolescents. Glancing to Zethinir, Onna attempted to fix her hair with a sigh.
"Hey, at least it managed to stop the bitching," She muttered in mild reassurance. Her eyes narrowed in Skye's direction, and Onna turned her eyes to Arohk. "Well, leader, any other bright ideas that'll turn to quarrelling and outbursts? Or are we good?" She cocked an eyebrow up, folding her arms over her chest.

[thatfallout3guy]

Arohk just smiled warmly at Skye, waving his hand as if he dismissed something, "Do not be so hard on yourself! I've seen plenty of people that took a while to open up! Would you believe that James used to see me as competition? The only reason we're friends was that he was scared I'd... how did he put it, steal his mujo? Moja? Something like that."

Pausing, he glanced around at the team, a confident, yet at the same time childish look on his face, "And it is good that we're getting the fighting out of the way now, than later while we're on the battlefield, yes? Much better to do it now when the most pressing thing on our minds is how to deal with boredom!" He exclaimed with a laugh.

Arohk then glanced to Onna, cocking his eyebrow in confusion, "Er, why would I come up with ideas that would cause only quarreling and outbursts? That does not seem very wise..."

Ignoring it for now, he turned to Zeth. He leaned in closer towards his ear, not wanting the other to hear what he was about to ask, "What does uncouth mean, by the way? And why do its remarks make me less qualified to lead? How can I stop this?" He asked in a very serious tone, as if his very life depended on the answer.

[Luke]

-If it were possible for Kex to frown, he would have severely at that sentence, instead his bright eye bulbs simply dimmed and looked downcast.
"I see. A shame to hear, that is the least fun of several possible answers. But as you say, Captain James M. Wanderer." Kex continued in his own tone, before noticing the Captain never properly answered him about the space laser. Perhaps he meant to keep it as a surprise for now? Oh how excellent! This would be the first time Kex was allowed hardware of that strength! Well, ever since he had accidently turned a planet's moon to ash...they certainly didn't seem happy about it at all.

Hearing his name mentioned, Kex turned a head to James yet again, and seemed to focus in on him.
"Charge up in the corner. Yes, your regards for my comfort are quite disheartening, Captain James M. Wanderer. I do hope our relationship picks up from here." Though his sentence should be filled with a bit of sadness, as far as James could tell, it was a relatively calm tone. Turning away from James, and only giving his teammates a passing glance, as none of them had attempted to address him, thus why would Kex wish to speak to them? They do not have orbital space lasers after all. Kex made his way over to the cockpit of the ship, where the pilot would be seated and seemed to be curiously poking around, looking to see who was flying the ship and...observing him, those glowing eyes would twist and adjust ever so slightly as they stared at him, analyzing...

[thirdofnine]

Just when Argus had thought he could relax, here he was again, in a situation where his dignity was at risk. "Sharing a room with Sparrow!?" He thought, struggling not to let any sign of his stunned horror show.

Forming a blue aura around his head out his dead skin, Argus soon appeared both more pinkish than usual, and rather shinny. Shifting uncomfortably in his shoes, Argus was aware his powers were going a little haywire once more. Where would he put all of his... unmentionables....

Argus gulped at the prospect of Sparrow seeing the collection of frills and rubber he called his "adorned clutter-space". Even more, he feared for the good man's own safety! The things Argus might do to Sebastien if his psychic half got carried away during a dream.

Even the prospect made him shudder. A darker side of Argus' mind had always revealed itself at night. A... more perverted aspect of himself. The exact thing he tirelessly fought back against. What Bae despised most about himself was also what he could not control during times of rest.

"I'm fine with that, James, but Sparrow might not be as inclined to bunk with another man. Seems like a guy like him wants his pace." Argus chocked out. "This'll definitely fix the problem. It has to. No way a guy like him would want to bunk with some creep like me anyway. His standards would be too high... right?" He attempted to reassure himself. But failed.

[Rygand]

Sebastian gave a light chuckle, his hands still resting in his pockets. The assassin kept a rather casual air about himself, despite being dressed in a fine suit. He found himself somewhat disappointed that his most clever assassin joke was overlooked. Perhaps this was not a humorous bunch? He nodded to James, a sly smirk on his lips.

"What, no first class service? No caviar? No champagne?! This is a travesty, Wanderer. Here I thought the Sentinels were a classy bunch, tut tut..." From Sebastian's tone, it was easy to figure out that he was joking.

As Argus voiced his concerns about the accommodations, Sebastian chuckled in a friendly manner. He turned to the flustered Argus, a wide, playful smile on his face. He walked up to the man, deciding not to comment on... whatever it was that was going on with him. Sebastian had seen stranger things.

"Now now, Argus. I certainly do not mind. We are to be colleagues, no? We should be comfortable around each other!" He gave a sagely nod. He gave Argus' right shoulder a firm pat, that sly smirk of his creeping onto his face again. "Besides, you seem like a entertaining fellow, Argus. I'm sure we will get along just fine."

Sebastian then continued past Argus to the room that James pointed out. As the door opened, the assassin let out a low, impressed whistle. The room was exactly as described, but obviously his employer had been quite modest in said description. The room was huge, and looked brand new. Two queen-sized beds were in the room, on opposite sides. The TV was equally huge, and everything else in the room shined with quality as well.

Drawers and even a wardrobe had been laid out next to both of the beds. The luggage they had brought on the ship earlier had already been placed on their assigned beds, it seemed, as Sebastian recognized his leather suitcase, which was adorned with the Davenport insignia, a sparrow resting on top of a wine bottle. He looked over his shoulder at Argus, smirking.

"I think you need to see this. I feel like I'm staying at a five star hotel. Now, if only there was some champagne..." He chuckled casually, walking into the room, and onto the other side of it, where his bed seemed to be. Argus' bed and luggage was on the opposite side of the room, next to the door.

Humming to himself, Sebastian had a pleased smile on his face. He went to open his suitcase, but stopped suddenly. Chuckling to himself, he began to undress. Setting his clothes neatly onto his bed. First to come off was his longcoat, then his suit vest, and then the white dress shirt under it.

The now shirtless Sebastian walked over to the bathroom door, opening it gingerly, inspecting what it held behind itself. He grinned as it became evident that the bathroom too, was of high quality. There was a sizable shower enclosure on one side of the room, and a large, inviting bathtub on the other. A large mirror and a toilet were near the bathtub.

"Don't wait up! This Sparrow is gonna get his wings wet!" Sebastian gave a shout to Argus, entering the bathroom and locking the door behind him. The sound of the shower being turned on followed soon there after. A gentle, melodic humming could be heard, as well.

[ThatOneGuysBro]

Arohk whispered his inquires through Zethinir's lengthy locks that, for the most part, veiled his ears. A baffled look flustered his expression, taken aback by what must have been sarcasm on Arohk's part. Maybe a joke, or perhaps this was his way of dealing with insubordination. Either way it left Zethinir quite perplexed, if nothing else.

Taking the situation at face value Zethinir lowered his tone to a hushed murmur to match that of Arohk's. With uncertainty he began to explain as best, if not awkwardly, as he could. "Well... uncouth is... wording your thoughts in such a way that would likely cause others to grow in distaste... Rather... a leader needs tact and decisiveness. Well, I'm sure you know that already. You just need to take your subordinates' emotions and circumstances into account."

After a few stammers Zethinir felt as if gazes were being drawn to him and Arohk. Rubbing the back of his head he retracted from the man, rubbing the back of his hand with a nervous grin.

[(´･ω･`)]

Richard marched the entire way to James' room in silence, burning an almost physical hole into the man's back as he followed. "You just had to ruin my image in front of everybody, didn't you?," he blurted out as soon as the door had closed. "I was going to be the cool, silent one who gave one or two words to maybe one person, but nooooo, you simply couldn't let that happen." Richard swooped forward, pointing a bony finger at James' chest. "I was this close to getting them to start thinking really dark thoughts. Well, maybe not all of them, but some of them would be like 'Dude, maybe this guy lost his tongue in a war, or something.'" Richard put on a really surfer/stoner type of voice as he mimicked his vision out loud. "And they'd all be like, 'Whooaaa, I bet this dude's killed hundreds of people!' And they'd be right!" Richard said, pacing around the room and exaggerating his hand motions. He finally sighed and plopped down into a chair, resting his head in his hand as he leaned to one side.


"At least there aren't any paladins this time," he commented, trying to find something else to say. "The last one didn't last very long. And he wasn't very fun, either. What kind of paladin can't defeat 50 skeletons during a surprise attack?" He rolled his eyes, still finding it hard to believe that guy served any "higher power" other than whoever paid his salary. "I hope we get to go on a mission sometimes soon. I get so bored being cooped up in this damn room half the time, and I haven't killed a small child in what? 2 days? It's getting to me, man. Next thing you know I'll be knitting you a sweater in the corner and reading books to deaf adults." He was rambling by this point, barely stopping between sentences. He kept going though, not really noticing that he was doing so. The topics ranged from how stupid some of the recruits looked, especially that robot, to ridiculing James on his outfit. "And would it kill you to shave every once in a while? There's five o'clock shadow and then there's whatever the hell is growing on your face."

[draconicdm]

Alexander forsook his usual mocking laughter for once, letting his opalescent eyes rest on Zethnir. It had taken him years to perfect one of his favorite tricks.

As his pupils became unmistakably vertical, he saw not in light, but in heat. Against the blue background he saw shifting shapes of red and yellow, nearly all telling him of a balmy 98 degrees.

He then turned back to the red and yellow lump that he knew to be Ahrok, "My good Ahrok," he began, already faking respect, "miss Onna is using a certain kind of humor that human women are rather fond of, sarcasm.” As much as he wanted to please his new superior, Alexander wasn’t in quite the right mood to be rattling off the definition of sarcasm. He settled for leaning back in his chair, “In due time the customs of us humans will become more clear, do not trouble yourself with them just yet,” he said kindly, or what he thought sounded kind.

Now, he turned to Skye, “Miss Kozar,” he said silkily, “from one shapeshifter to another, might I inquire as to where you received your training?” Skye could take his words wherever her mind saw fit. Ahrok had been right in saying that now was the time to alleviate boredom, and conversing in vague terms with his new teammates was Alexander’s favorite pastime.

[Aren]

Onna was about to snap at Alexander for calling her a human, but she simply tilted her head toward him once he was done talking to Arohk and said, "Sorry to say, Alexander, but I eat humans. Watch your tongue." With a soft smirk, she turned to Zethinir.
"Thanks for the new hairdo. I needed the windswept look." Onna reached up to ruffle her hair back into place to accent her words, her pointed ears flicking up, then down again.

[bluebook06]

Skye stared at her arm for a long time, lost in her past. She was stuck in that reverie for a long time. She began to mumble a bit, then suddenly stopped when she realized no one could understand her. She lifted her head up and faced directly at Alexander. Skye gave a sad smile, and her brown eyes were swimming in her past.

Skye began to talk quietly. She didn't like to return to her past. "Please, Alexander, call me Skye. You don't have to be so formal. And to answer your question, we'll have to go back four years ago. It doesn't seem so long, but to me it feels like ages."

Skye sat back in her seat a little. She ran her fingers in her hair.
Wow. It was really that long ago. Skye thought, returning to her dark past.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Skye said suddenly. "I usually don't talk much about the past, you see. But since we are a team, I might as well."

Skye was starting to get use to opening up. She still wasn't ready to trust though.

"Well, I was nineteen when I went to college. It doesn't matter where because I will never return to that plant called Earth. There is nothing there for me. Anyways, the point is I had a professor. Well more than a professor. He was a psychic and a shapeshifter. His name was Professor Jack Owen, and he became more like a father to me. He told me I had potential. He taught me everything I know about fighting, and my abilities."

Skye sighed thinking about how much time she had spent with him. All those the nights they would train together.

"He's dead now. That college went under attack. The Professor and I fought side by side. I saw the pirates kill him, and they captured me. They dumbed me on a planet, and ever since I've been on my own. I just fight for justice. Then Arohk found me one day, and here I am."

Skye looked around nervously to see what the reactions of her teammates would be.

[kain17335]

Davians ears perked up as Onna spoke, mentioning how she would 'eat' humans for sustenance, wondering if she truly was trustworthy.
He leaned uneasily against the wall, quickly becoming uncomfortable with Onna's continuing presence, slowly, Davien was beginning to run out of reasons why such a 'thing' would be allowed in the TSC, let alone be in a hand picked 'group' of people.

He grunted anxiously, shifting in his massive armour as he waited for the others to finish with their 'pleasantries', these people seemed too 'open about their problems and too trusting of each other, only when they had only just met.

[draconicdm]

Alexander let out a slow, careful breath, "My dear miss Onna, you are not the first I have known to devour my kin, I assure you I will tread lightly," he said silkily. He couldn't tell if she was actually threatening him, he didn't know her that well yet. He was screwed if it was a threat, it was too cold.

"My good Ahrok, I hate to be a bother, but the temperature in here is painfully low," he said with a fake shiver.

If he was in his reptilian form, he had no control over his internal body temperature. Just to be safe, he let himself fall back into that mundane existence that was humanity.

He nodded slowly, letting Skye talk without interruption. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” he said soothingly. He resisted the compulsion to reach for her hand. Sure, back home there were woman who found comfort in that, but he couldn’t shake the thought that she probably could rip his spleen out.

And he LIKED his spleen.

“In light of that, my story seems dreadfully boring,” he sighed. “ My father was a shapeshifter, so I hear, he passed on his delightful gift to me, and I suppose the rest came naturally, I trained under a sword master for a time and my better half let itself out at about nine.”

[thirdofnine]

Sweating heavily, practically forming a lake of perspiration in the dip in the center of his collar bone, Argus was nearly about to burst out of emotional conflicts.

Rushing back to his shared chambers, Bae noticed he no longer had legs, but instead a massive phallic cloud bouncing him along. At this sight, Argus flailed around in horror, desperately flopping towards the barrack's doorway.

Though he smacked his face on the way in resulting in a pretty nasty bruise, no substantial damage was done excluding Argus' ego, which was rapidly depleting towards negative levels.

Once he scrambled up onto his bunk, all he could think about was Sparrow in the shower. Maybe that was because his ears were filled with the sound of water pinging off his steel-tightened assassin muscles, or maybe it was because his ears had expanded in radius four fold in order to facilitate that, Bae didn't care. All that mattered to him at that moment was the fact that his new roommate was the new object of his desire.

Laying in bed for what felt like hours, Argus fantasized about Sparrow like a teenage girl fantasizes about her favorite boy-band members. Finally, he sat up. A single tear ran down his face. Argus had made a tragic realization. He couldn't let Sparrow sleep near him. With a psychic burst that shook the walls of the shower, Argus replicated the entire room with his psychic power, then placed each bed on complete opposite ends of the room.

Whispering to himself "Good... Good... He doesn't deserve what might happen if we slept near each other..." Argus's heart filled with grim prospects. He knew that when he slept, he had no control over what his psychic powers would do. Forcing Sparrow into a fantastically natured sex-dream was not on the agenda. Even if that would be pretty hot.

Checking out his handiwork, Argus knew that even though it was just an illusion of the true room, it should be enough to fool Sparrow. Placing all of his sheet down where his illusionary bed was, he let out a little chuckle. Thwarted again was his darker side.

[thatfallout3guy]

The long, narrow hallway that led to the cockpit seemed to be much less maintained than the rest of the ship. The wall panelings were non-existent, showing off various wires and tubes that curved through the walls, heading off to various parts of the ship. Coming from ahead, Kex could see several different colored lights, and could hear a voice with a distinguishable country accent.

"... but they seem like a strong bunch. Only one I'd worry 'bout is that Sparrow feller. Never had much use for an Assassin myself." The country voice said.

Another voice almost immediately spoke up, this one more light and scratchy, "The tank doesn't have any use for someone that sneaks around being deceptive and sneaky? Shocker." the voice said in a somewhat overly sarcastic tone.

Finally reaching the cockpit, Kex was greeted with two men, one of which was sitting in a pilot's seat, his eyes glued to the monitor before him. The other man almost immediately turned to face Kex. It was the person James had referred to as Paul earlier. Paul gave a small wave, greeting Kex as he came through the threshold, "Hey there. You're Kex, right?" He asked.

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James looked up from a scab he had been picking at, staring at Richard with a face of complete indifference, "I'm sorry, what was that? All I heard was whine whine whine whine knitting a sweater whine whine whine. But the knitting does sound right up your ally," James paused, giving a quick snap and causing Richard to jump to attention, "why don't you knit yourself a nice sweater for when it gets cold? A big, pink, fluffy one, with the words 'Drama Queen' on the front in big, sparkly letters! I want it done before we get to Rexacolum. Chop chop!" James exclaimed, clapping his hands at the last bit.

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As Arohk's team chatted, they were interrupted by a loud ping noise, followed by the same robotic female voice from the team's earlier training, "Captain Arohk? It seems Outpost Theta is in combat. The report suggests they will need immediate assistance. Would you like to be dropped, or would you prefer to land?"

Arohk frowned as he heard the voice, "They're already fighting?! Anderson promised he'd wait until we were there!" He exclaimed in a tone that sounded almost like a whine, pouting his lips for a moment before turning to the rest of the team, "How many of you can survive several hundred foot long falls?" He asked, his pout turning into a slight smile.