"Ya." He jumps up into the air on top of his dragon.
"I don't like people being badly treated." He gets up. "You ever heard of 'slaves?'"
"Not me. What would I have?"
"Come on out. No need to be shy." He shows his gloves. "You know I'll whip your butt even if you don't come straight-forward."
Nick runs off, doing a dropkick. No, he's not like the others. THESE men are. He feels his foot take root on something, but he couldn't see.
"Over there." He motions to a small patch of trees a little behind him. "I'll be right there."
OOC: Artificial Intelligence. They are beings with personalities etc. etc. but they are computer generated.
"Keep going, guys. I'll be right behind you after I take care of some certain scum."
"O.k." He finished slipping on the last glove, and hid that he had them on. "Maybe we should leave then."
Nick keeps walking.
OOC: back. BIC: "Go on."
OOC: ya. I gtg take a shower. brb
He keeps running until he was out of sight. "Hmm."
"Ya, o.k." He nods his head, as if telling him to go on. Behind his back he was slipping on his gloves.
"Hmmmmm?" He tilts his head, as if curious.
He waves and walks off.
He hesitates again. Why should I trust him? He's just like the people who "owned" me. He started running again.
He hesitates, but figures it's probably a trap.
"Of course. Erin, I'll be back in a bit. I've gotta get re-settled into my room. See you later." He gets up and walks away.
"Who you looking for?"
