[Phoenix creeps through an alley in Thymops town, carefully ducking from shadow to shadow. When he reaches the end, he carefully peers round the corner. Too many people. That path is no good ( Read more... )

[Phoenix is grim when he speaks over the comm.]

In case no one else is aware of this yet, there is another danger present on the ship. Should you encounter anyone with what looks to be a jewel embedded into them, avoid them. If their experience is anything like mine, they will not be in their right minds and will more than likely attack ( Read more... )

[Phoenix clears his throat, then addresses the comm politely.]

My name is Phoenix, and I would like to speak to the one known as Leonardo in regards to a matter that is best discussed in person. Are you amenable to meeting with me at some point in time this day?

Hmm, I wonder if it's raining back home...

[Locked to Ironhide // 69% Unhackable]

Ironhide, if you're available, would you care to meet me on deck 13?

[A nice, wide open field of flowers. No chance for anyone sneaking up or eavesdropping.]

[The comm clicks on, and a male voice, tenor, with an accent that may sound vaguely British to some, Aeropan to others, speaks thoughtfully.]Surnames are not common in my world. Even when someone has a second name, they usually prefer to go by their first. Obviously, this is not my world, and most of you are not from it, either. Common sense ( Read more... )

[The comm clicks on, but for a long moment, nothing can be heard but faint, harsh breathing.]

No. Not here. Damn it, where-?

[A sharp intake of breath, a clatter as the communicator is dropped.]

NO.

[Silence. Silence. Then another ragged breath.]

[There is a good deal of muffled quacking and flapping in the background of Phoenix's transmission. Phoenix himself does not seem too happy, either.]

Thanks to our good Captain Redd, I am in possession of a duck. Does anyone on this ship want it? Because if not, I am going to set it free on the top deck.

[And see what, if anything, happens to it ( Read more... )

[There's a rustle of a page turning, then a quiet snort of amusement. When Phoenix speaks, though, he sounds proper and serious, as though reading poetry for a language studies class.]"Silly silky sashes sanding softly salted slippers. We walk with wands we wilted waving wild weather whiskers. I ignore illogic infinite impressed indiff'rence. ( Read more... )

[His hair lashes the air behind him like a whip, and with his goggles lowered to protect his eyes, his bangs fly around his face. A wall comes up and he banks hard to the right, very narrowly avoiding plowing into it.

It just isn't the same. He should have been able to pull up and shoot toward ceiling. He should have been able to fly over those ( Read more... )

[His tone is thoughtful, and he doesn't seem to be addressing anyone in particular. He might not even be aware that his communicator is on.]

Hmm. War makes for strange bedfellows. Who would have thought...?

Still, he is what he is and it's only going to get worse. I'll need to keep a close watch on him.