SilverFlight
Tende altum, volare altius
The crane in Czecho's hand pulsed with a faint light. All about the shop things began to stir. Paper creations twitched and rose. An army of paper cranes burst from the shop door, swirling in the air like a storm of bats.
Each of the creations were plain save for a simple black ink mark on their heads.
They dove at the player, trying to destroy the crane he carried.
Togy
Bee gave Blixt's taunting request a healthy dose of eye-roll, and then she jogged to catch up, elbowing the other player and barking at her like a dog as she ran past.
She played along, bowing to the valet.
"Oui oui, carry on mon garçon!"
The lobby was well lit with a warm, golden light. The foyer was decorated with towering columns, cream-coloured suede furniture and red carpets abound.
The concierge desk was done in deep mahogany, little golden keys in rows on the wall behind it.
At the top of the rows was a single key on a peg, a crown in place of a number on it's key ring.
"Hey! The royal sweet, I wonder if that's were we're supposed to go?" Bee pointed to the key.
She hopped over the desk, reaching out for it. There was someone at the desk, but he didn't move.
"What is with these npcs? The hotel is nice, but this is just sloppy coding..."
As soon as Bee touched the key however, she couldn't react fast enough. The attendant at the desk had grabbed her and thrown her. Bee sailed through the air with a yelp, landing just shy of the couch, luckily their suits had a shock absorb layer built in.
"Ow, what the heck?!"
Suddenly all of the attendants were moving...advancing. Bee fired a shot, but it went right through them.
"Uuuuum, our weapons don't work on them!"
She looked at Blixt. "Any ideas oh fearless leader?"
Nellancholy
In the window of the cat cafe, one could see a vast array of kittens and cats, playing or sleeping among piles of blankets and toys, but at the back of the shop one cat didn't look quite right. It was red, with longer ears, a longer muzzle and a large, bushy tail with a white tip.
@ anyone who chooses option numero 3
Each of the creations were plain save for a simple black ink mark on their heads.
They dove at the player, trying to destroy the crane he carried.
Togy
Bee gave Blixt's taunting request a healthy dose of eye-roll, and then she jogged to catch up, elbowing the other player and barking at her like a dog as she ran past.
She played along, bowing to the valet.
"Oui oui, carry on mon garçon!"
The lobby was well lit with a warm, golden light. The foyer was decorated with towering columns, cream-coloured suede furniture and red carpets abound.
The concierge desk was done in deep mahogany, little golden keys in rows on the wall behind it.
At the top of the rows was a single key on a peg, a crown in place of a number on it's key ring.
"Hey! The royal sweet, I wonder if that's were we're supposed to go?" Bee pointed to the key.
She hopped over the desk, reaching out for it. There was someone at the desk, but he didn't move.
"What is with these npcs? The hotel is nice, but this is just sloppy coding..."
As soon as Bee touched the key however, she couldn't react fast enough. The attendant at the desk had grabbed her and thrown her. Bee sailed through the air with a yelp, landing just shy of the couch, luckily their suits had a shock absorb layer built in.
"Ow, what the heck?!"
Suddenly all of the attendants were moving...advancing. Bee fired a shot, but it went right through them.
"Uuuuum, our weapons don't work on them!"
She looked at Blixt. "Any ideas oh fearless leader?"
Nellancholy
In the window of the cat cafe, one could see a vast array of kittens and cats, playing or sleeping among piles of blankets and toys, but at the back of the shop one cat didn't look quite right. It was red, with longer ears, a longer muzzle and a large, bushy tail with a white tip.
@ anyone who chooses option numero 3