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 Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 7:47 pm
[The Street]
"Stew would be quick." She nodded. It also helped that Penelope tried to keep a pot of stew on at almost all times in case anyone wandered into the kitchen in need of feed...food. Noticing Mr Green's quietness, Penelope looked over at him and added. "I'm the ship's cook, by the way. If you need anything to eat while aboard, I'd be glad to assist."
((So you know, Green, we put the location of our characters in brackets at the top of the posts so that no one gets confused as to who is where.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 8:02 pm
~ repair hangar ~
The distinctive pair of clanks enter and make their way across the repair hangar toward the Khaos.
As he moves, Naught seems to slide forward into a more animalistic quadrupedal stance and gait.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 8:53 pm
[cog island streets]
(sorry >_< i have been but just forgot)
"hm? oh! yes thank you." he had barely heard what she had said, something about food, he shook his head to clear the nagging of Sharp. he looked at his watch and slowed his pace as he pulled a key from his pocket and began to whine the mechanism in his shoulder. as he finished he looked up just in time to see penelope atop the giant's shoulders disappear beyond a turn in the road, he cursed under his breath as he tried to close the distance.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 9:25 pm
[cog island streets ]
Alexandria had been completely oblivious to the banter going on beside her, or that Mr. Green had been watching her for a few moments. Her entire attention was held as a small aeroship passed overhead, heavily laden with gleaming cannons, their metal reflecting the sunlight in every direction.
"My goodness..." She managed to keep her mouth from hanging open in a very unladylike manor, but her eyes were as wide as saucers.
The ship passed and drifted off into the distances, to where ever it was headed and Alexandria swayed for a moment, her thoughts clouded, remembering old pirates tales of battles at sea before the aeroships ruled the transportation world. Of course her father never allowed her to come close to the ships he designed for some were equipped with the descendants of the cannons that old pirates might have used, and it would have been very improper for her to show much interesting in such a harsh subject.
Alexandria sighed and pushed her family's distastes out of her mind. She wasn't around them at the moment, and wouldn't be for a long time to come, and she could be interested in whatever pleased her. Her mind slipped back to the ship, and Alexandria pondered the thought that she hadn't closed her box before leaving the cabin.
" I must have...I'd better have. Or else I'll be up all night after them. And if that.." She laughed, thinking what a time it would be if that got out and met the captain. That wouldn't be to good at all.
The hanger loomed before them, a shadow being cast by the building was beginning to cover a few of the shops not far ahead of them.
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 2:51 pm
[outside the repair hanger]
Daniel grunted, moving even a small one man plane by your self was a difficult task. especially when it was tied to your back.
The captain struggled with the ropes he had fixed to the plane, towing the broken machine down the road. He had almost reached the hanger when a group of people he recognized approached the hanger. "Good afternoon, Ladies and gentlemen." Daniels shirt collar had been stretched out by the ropes and exposed what looked to be brass and wood armor, curiously sculpted to mimic the human anatomy almost exactly. "it appears some one was playing in the hanger again. the pusher plane here flew on its own with me riding the wings." wiping sweat from his brow, he notices another man partially hidden behind Wuneye's massive frame.
"I dont believe i have met you sir, I am Captain Daniel of the Khaos." He gestures to the ship in the airdock, "Had a little mishap with one of our smaller craft."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 9:34 pm
[outside hanger]
catching up with the group he heard the captain introduce himself, quickly composing himself he gave a short sweeping bow. "good eve dear cap-tain my name is Gren Rectus Ester Enigma Nafarest the third but please call me green for short...I had spied your how you say...preform-moose? if you wouldn't mind i happen to be quite handy with many a smaller crafts."
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Posted: Wed Apr 29, 2009 9:50 pm
[outside hanger]
Alexandria watched the proceeding from atop Wuneye's shoulder, trying to contain a few giggles. It seemed to her that Mr.Green was not at all used to formal speech.
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 10:18 pm
[Outside Hanger]
Penelope did nothing to contain her amusement at Mr Green's manner of speaking. She giggled for a moment, realized herself and clapped a hand over her mouth, and darted behind Mr Wuneye as to not let the others see her laughing. There was no insult meant, by any means, but the word 'preform-moose' was irregularly hilarious to the girl.
Once she had regained her composure, Penelope appeared beside Mr Wuneye. She gave her vest a tug and stood straight, trying to make up for her giggles by looking and acting profesional.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 4:00 pm
[outside the repair hanger]
"No need to be so formal Mr. Green, I'm not some uptight Grand Adniral or anything, you are more than welcome to join our crew. our pilots tend to dissappear and reappear at random. we havent needed air support yet, but i would like som able pilots on hand." he looks at the plane he had been towing, the craft was torpedo shaped with a propeller arry behind the cockpit, the wihgs had a propeller at tip. Two machine guns were nestled just beneath and to one side of the windsheild.
"If you want to work on this and get her flying she's yours to fly, or if you have your own, we can find a place in the hanger. thats our ship there," he points to the big airship in the repair garage, the workers busy fixing the damage from the storm, assisted by Ace and Talon, the Khoas' mechanics.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 10:14 pm
[outside hanger]
After listening to the banter for a moment, Alexandria glanced up to see the disheveled shape of the broken clank padding his way towards them. Alexandria looked at the ground suspiciously for a moment before swinging her legs around and and leaping off of Wuneye's back. The ground rushed up to meet her, and the heels of her boots hit the cobblestones first, sending her sprawling forward~
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Posted: Sun May 03, 2009 9:30 pm
[outside hanger]
ay thankx hair cap-tain I have a a few objects that need be had but shes a fine craft and ill gladly make her fly-worthy"he made a sweeping bow as he turned to leave." how long until we cast the winds hair cap-tain?
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Posted: Mon May 04, 2009 5:31 pm
[outside hanger]
Alexandria suddenly felt a metalic arm wrap around her waist, catching her with her nose only a few centimeters from the stone street.
"Thank you Clank." She grinned as she dusted herself off and looked up at the group, "He has some information for us all, I'm guessing...Lets wait till we're on board though."
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 4:44 pm
[repair dock]
We leave whenever we can get our engines repaired, a few days or so." Daniel replies, happy to find that the clank that had accompanied Miss Alexandria. he was tied to the plane so he couldn't have helped catcher her.
"Hey Wuneye, can you help me get this thing back in the hanger?" he asks the giant, untying himself from the craft. "whats this about information? Did something happen in town?"
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 9:21 pm
[repair dock]
Alexandria looked up at Wuneye, then back at the Captain,
"Sort of? Wuneye will tell you, I think he might know more about it..."
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 8:42 pm
~ Khaos deck ~
Sylvian Bruno, still wearing the black clothes Myles had kept on, steps to the rail and calls down.
"I'm assuming it can't speak because it's a second-generation unit. Bring it to the hold. We can find out what it knows there."
Then she goes below deck.
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