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Brain looked around for the piece of paper and scribbled in what little space was left. ALL. Then handed it to him. He hoped that Andre knew the full scope of what all meant. From electric guitar to a small keyboard. What he had hopes for was something with a wide array of sounds. rows of keys. The thought of it made him smile itself. He wished for an instrument that was all of them at once. But he'd really settle for anything to play.

[[The dragon flies over to Saito and looks over him.]]

""My my, you've taken quite a bit of damage, hold still now. Healing Art 7: Zenkai!""

[[This spells heals all of Saito's wounds leaving the dragon alightly worn out as it scans the yark]]

""Michi, go for the wound in it's side!""

"Right!"

[Makes a kick for the wound in the beast's side]

((Again, if you have a problem with my RPing, contact thru any of the instant messengers i use. Gaia mail is a pain))

Saito got up "Thanks."
((I really dont have anything to do. ))

((sj3, I'm not sure if you're saying you're displeased at not having anything to do, or merely being apologetic about having written a small amount...??))

((OfH, were you going to post anything about avoiding the yark...??))

((down in the basements...))
BillBob tossed the water onto Raul, who groaned a little and took his time in getting himself to a sitting position. While he did so, BillBob threw the empty water dish at the yark, despite the fact that it obviously wasn't going to make any difference now.


((up above-ground...))
Still listening to the phone ring, Andre led Brian to the back closet. It was down a couple halls and behind a big set of double doors. Unlocking it, he said:
Someone had picked up the phone at the other end. While Andre spoke to whoever it was, he motioned Brian forward, inviting him to look around the big storage room. Still holding the phone in one hand, he used the other to prop the double doors open with a box full of old vinyl records on one side and on the other he used a rack that seemed to have stage costumes hanging on it.

((kleptor, feel free to make up whatever you want Brian to find in there...
Really, there could be anything in there, imagine a big big room filled with cluttered-up objects, and a lot of it might have to do with music and performances... I'm thinking the room is big enough that if it were to have been packed with grand pianos they would be stacked several on top of each other and maybe 4-5 wide an 3-4 back, or something like that.))

((I meant that I dont feel good about saying so little, But then again it is ok because more things will happen later))

((OfH: I fully approve of you using dice rolls as much as you want. My personal favorite is 2 D10 to roll D%))

((SJ3: I really don't care how much or how little you write, just so long as I don't end up being the only one doing actual role-playing. wink ))

((down in the basement...))
BillBob shouted something to Raul about getting himself up, then addressed the newcomers over the sounds of Raul's complaining.
The red-headed boy gestured at the cages lining the walls of the long high-ceilinged room, then reached to pull Saito's sword out of the yark and hand it to him while explaining further.
BillBob looked around, hoping they wouldn't run into any more loose creatures just yet. Glancing back at Raul, he snapped:
Raul had been getting up very slowly, acting like an old invalid with back problems; but he now jumped to his feet like the reasonably healthy 20-something he was, and declared:
And he ran down the hall the yark had charged out from, soon disappearing around a corner.
BillBob shouted after him, rolling his eyes and shouldering his scrub-brush as he followed.


((kleptor: I don't mind about the keyboards or anything, but please don't jump ahead and say what other characters are doing if you're not the one controlling those characters. Andre is actually talking to someone in city hall (in another RP thread) and the phone call can't really be over until the conversation there is over.))

((upstairs in the arena storage room...))
Still holding the phone in one hand and talking to whoever it was, Andre used the other hand to help Brian pick up the keyboards and find the other things he needed to set them up.
Pausing to watch Brian trying to arrange the keyboards and then as the boy pantomimed playing them as if they were set up around him like a big organ system, Andre grinned.
Andre then spoke into the phone once more.

((I'm sorry I needed help getting them. Thats my fault. I won't do it again. I wish I could make it up to you))

He nodded and waited patiently to leave with him. Someone was feeding him and letting him do what he wanted. He only came in here to watch a show and take his mid off of things and almost instantly he had found someone who actually cared about him. He was going to make damed sure nothing happened to Andre... It was the first person who ever actually took care of him or cared what he wanted even enough to spend money on him. He looked at his hands and his mp3 player carefully. He would fight for this man, if he had to. He would even consider track 99... He hated track 99...

((Track 99 is like that trump card... think of it as one massive explosion capable of killing a couple of people and causing brian a lot of damage.))

((down in the basements...))
BillBob went along down the hall with the others, hoping Raul hadn't taken the wrong set of stairs. Answering Michi, he said:He glanced back to make sure that Saito was coming. He didn't like to ever think of himself as being afraid of anything, but he certainly did feel better about heading into the lower floors with these guys coming along.


((up in the aboveground area...))
Andre went back out to the stands where they again had a view of the arena... it seemed that the people down in the basement were passing out of view of the cameras that had been set up already. The camera system hadn't yet been rigged through the whole arena, so Andre shut off the holographic projectors and locked the control room. The only thing left moving in the main arena was a handful of stray sniper salmon wandering around in their now-pitifully-weak miniature storm cloud off to one side.
Realizing that it seemed he'd been waiting for a while for a response on the phone, Andre pulled the cell away from his ear and looked at the screen. There was a note saying the connection had been lost, and Andre guessed it had been at least a couple minutes.He muttered, snapping the phone shut.Getting back over to where they'd left the sandwiches and juice, Andre emptied his own glass, refilled it, and drank it down once more. Picking up a couple of sandwiches to eat along the way, Andre waited for Brian. As soon as the boy was ready to go, they'd head out the main entrance and off to the marketplace.

((kleptor: don't worry about it, I'm not mortally offended or anything. And Andre can totally do lots of stuff while on the phone, so that wasn't a problem, just the jumping ahead and assuming the phone call was going to be over right away.))