"Actually, we don't really have certain kings..... One for each world." He remembered his king, who had brought him up as his own child.
OOC: Yo homies what's happenin'?
OOC: I'll make sure it's good. BIC: Zach pinged everyone to show status, hoping for those blue lights to show up in his helmet.
"As long as these marks don't burn, I'm ok." They seared white hot again, making him scream.
OOC: Were should Torn come in?
OOC: Not very interesting.....
"This is too far. I thought I would be blasted a year." He leaned on a wall, too shocked to say more.
OOC: Yo my homies what's happening?
OOC: What's happened?
"No I'm not." He got back up and started walking. "I gotto report this." Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks. "Wait, What year is this?" He looked at them. Obviously there weer even more keyblade wielders. "I don't remember there being so many keyblade wielders."
"He was wounded badly in a fight." He grunted from the marks, which had turned white hot.
OOC: so far we're all on the bridge of a ship in slipspace, getting briefed.
"I left." OOC: you already know but I gtg.
OOC: LOL LOL LOL:rockdover: funny. I gtg for the night. I'll be on tommorow.
OOC: You are one. heavy is support.
"Better than dieing. We'll have to wait until you heal."
"I already told you. Chasers are bounty hunters for Searchers. Everyone wants me dead I suppose."
OOC: you can kinda know about one thing, but you specialize in one. BIC: "You didn't need to be here so early." He looked at beth through his helmet. He hadn't seen any of their faces in a while. The helmet made them just look like people made of metal armor. OOC: we look like Spartans from halo. http://www.picsearch.com/info.cgi?q=Halo 3&id=WOWwXRs2TB61kVaGaejtLIzaEwx_GtuggcvJAz9CGu8 the picture of master chief except we have custimized colors for ours. oh and SigSig it's just the bridge of the ship. and it;s not debriefing. it's briefing.
"Better that I ask that question." He looked where the Shadow Lord was, then collapsed.
"That's impossible in slipspace. Don't worry." He looks at the cameras through his helmet. "I don't see anything." He looked over at the captain of the ship, who was technically a higher rank, but still under his command. "Move us to zero-eight-niner." "Aye, Captain!" The captain got to work ordering his men.
