Nemesis stood a fair distance away from the ogre to save himself the strain of craning his neck too far. He waited with a kind of dull impatience, not entirely impressed with the grandness of Grandore himself, but not stupid enough to shrug off what looked like the makings of a significant announcement. Hope for the best, expect the worst: if anyone was taking bets, Tom was going to toss his luck in with hopelessly vague, overly cheerful sound-off for the next Disneyland destination.
It wasn't all a pain in the ass, really; it was one of the fewer chances to glimpse across at the heaping handfuls of weirdoes and other abductees lumped in with him for the ride. More time to observe, study, and build up a few fresh disguises for himself. More time to observe Cid, most of all. The man in the flesh could, perhaps, give away more than the obnoxious voice over the network
( ... )
An extra loud rustle from a direction opposite Grandore's shadow revealed no other creature but Slo-bo, who, granted, was creature enough by biology, but was certainly no local beastie. His timing was a bit lucky: he hadn't paid the Junogam much heed as he found himself facedown on the forest floor for...reasons he hadn't quite figured out. They probably didn't matter all that much, but, frag, someone was gonna get a pounding for it.
Heavy crane chains dragged from his belt (which dragged his pants down just enough for that annoying, popular, why-don't-boys-pull-their-pants-up look) and branches snapped as Slo-bo stomped into the clear, roughly elbowing the nearest person in the way.
Zelgadis' foot scraped on the roof he'd perched on, drawing to a crouch and peering out towards the slow trickle of people emerging out of the woods. He peered through hood and mask and found...virtually nothing familiar among the lot. Disappointing in a way, but he'd expected as much.
Actually, though...He frowned, glancing over his shoulder and around the ground below. There was at least one person he'd hoped to see show up, but...
"Here's to hoping you have some sort of weapon on you, hm?" Sumire did not like those ominous words, but they were hardly unexpected. There had to be a reason this village was abandoned, and while she hadn't found any clues as to why, a foreboding feeling had stalked her while she had explored the village.
As she made her way toward Grandore's voice, she carried her knife, and she really hoped to not have to use it. She also wore her special bracelet, although she had yet to trigger her powers, and that would only happen if something went horribly wrong. But even with these precautions, she still couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched, and she felt a shiver go down her spine. "I really wish I had a better idea of what was going on..." she muttered to herself.
Cassandra hated crowds, as a rule. Crowds usually meant people. Cassandra did not always have the best relationship (or luck) when it came to people. But the opportunity to see the mysterious Cid was too much for her to pass up. And his cryptic message about weapons intrigued Cassandra. She had recently discovered a scrounged bow for herself and for some reason, she felt an odd eagerness to use it, as if to prove to herself and to certain other parties that she was not some helpless little flower. Not anymore.
She approached the group as quietly as possible, hoping to just sort of slip in without much notice. A blue bed sheet she had found had now become a draped chiton, quiver strapped across her chest. Her bushy brown hair was loose, curls hanging wildly around her pale face. She fancied herself something of a maenad in this costume, an image that pleased her immensely as it conjured up thoughts of power.
Setting her jaw at a proud, high angle, she waited. What new surprises were in store?
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It wasn't all a pain in the ass, really; it was one of the fewer chances to glimpse across at the heaping handfuls of weirdoes and other abductees lumped in with him for the ride. More time to observe, study, and build up a few fresh disguises for himself. More time to observe Cid, most of all. The man in the flesh could, perhaps, give away more than the obnoxious voice over the network ( ... )
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Heavy crane chains dragged from his belt (which dragged his pants down just enough for that annoying, popular, why-don't-boys-pull-their-pants-up look) and branches snapped as Slo-bo stomped into the clear, roughly elbowing the nearest person in the way.
"Move it."
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Actually, though...He frowned, glancing over his shoulder and around the ground below. There was at least one person he'd hoped to see show up, but...
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As she made her way toward Grandore's voice, she carried her knife, and she really hoped to not have to use it. She also wore her special bracelet, although she had yet to trigger her powers, and that would only happen if something went horribly wrong. But even with these precautions, she still couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched, and she felt a shiver go down her spine. "I really wish I had a better idea of what was going on..." she muttered to herself.
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She approached the group as quietly as possible, hoping to just sort of slip in without much notice. A blue bed sheet she had found had now become a draped chiton, quiver strapped across her chest. Her bushy brown hair was loose, curls hanging wildly around her pale face. She fancied herself something of a maenad in this costume, an image that pleased her immensely as it conjured up thoughts of power.
Setting her jaw at a proud, high angle, she waited. What new surprises were in store?
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