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Post by DMis on Apr 5, 2016 14:52:36 GMT -5
"Or are usually nocturnal due to the sun on your planet being so bright that it can cause severe damage in one's own eyes," Dzaneb offered.
Dryade nodded. "That is also a thing. And judging by the fading light we were down there for a few hours," she offered.
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Post by ryocker on Apr 5, 2016 16:20:30 GMT -5
"Suns can be that volatile?" Knuckles asked. "That sounds almost made up."
"You're a talking animal, I'm a living boulder, and Dryade was a formerly proper being before she was cursed by a serum into the walking dead. Everything can sound made-up," Richtor retorted. Knuckles shrugged, finding no way to argue.
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Post by DMis on Apr 5, 2016 17:02:53 GMT -5
"He's also a medic despite being more brawn than brains," Dryade offered. It had been a while since she had heard Richtor somewhat defend her. The last time involved an argument with a pale skinned black cat-eared Aurin. That fight wouldn't have ended well for the Aurin.
"And you?" Dzaneb asked.
Dryade would have smirked if not for the metal plate over the lower half of her face. "I prefer stealth and stabbing in the back," she answered.
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Post by ryocker on Apr 5, 2016 17:31:36 GMT -5
"And proud of it," the Granok smiled. "She's really good at being stealthy, too."
"I'll say- if I didn't accidentally catch part of her signature, I never would have found her," Knuckles offered.
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Post by DMis on Apr 5, 2016 17:50:25 GMT -5
Dryade nodded.
"Mind me being around you three for a while?" Dzaneb asked.
"Until we find your teammates?" Dryade asked.
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Post by ryocker on Apr 5, 2016 18:00:53 GMT -5
Knuckles looked toward the other two, considering his options. "I'm not going to be sticking around for much longer with these two, so you'd better ask them," he offered. Richtor smiled.
"I don't see why not- do you, Dry?"
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Post by DMis on Apr 5, 2016 18:11:30 GMT -5
"Fine by me. Though I will have to work on that order so it might be you and Geode over here for a bit," Dryade offered.
"Sounds reasonable. In the mean time I will try to see if any of my comrades are about," the teal troll offered.
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Post by ryocker on Apr 6, 2016 22:28:11 GMT -5
Richtor took a minute to think. "We might want to do something about living arrangements. I don't know what went on, but we'll need a house or something soon."
"Hey, I could try finding you guys a fair deal," Knuckles offered, smiling.
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Post by DMis on Apr 6, 2016 22:32:45 GMT -5
"I hold you to that Knuckles. And tell your boss he should have the requested weapon to examine in two days time," Dryade offered.
"You make weapons?"
"Correct."
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Post by ryocker on Apr 6, 2016 22:49:38 GMT -5
Knuckles gave a quick nod. "I'll run ahead then. I'll see you guys later, alright?"
"Take care of yourself, little guy," Richtor smiled. Knuckles handed over the ore he had collected, giving Dryade a salute before tearing off through the desert sands. "Welp, there he goes," Richtor noted.
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Post by DMis on Apr 6, 2016 23:13:18 GMT -5
Dryade nodded before putting it into her inventory. "That would be Knuckles. Well... we have a walk ahead of us. You boys ready to go?" She asked.
Dzaneb nodded as he shouldered his satchel again. The holo disk he had pulled out was tucked safely away.
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Post by ryocker on Apr 7, 2016 0:11:32 GMT -5
Richtor pulled out his gifted hoverboard. "Hop on, kid. It'll make the trip faster," he smiled.
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Post by DMis on Apr 7, 2016 0:19:54 GMT -5
Dzaneb nodded as he hopped on with Richtor.
Dryade got out her own hoverboard. "Richtor. Follow me," she offered the Granok before leading the medic to the city.
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