Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20170116051854/@comment-7497475-20170116071305

Soon after the departure of the bullhead, something else could be seen flying in towards the house at high speed. Very high speed. In fact, the silver glint of metal was only visible for a moment before it came crashing down in the sand a little ways from the house. The impact blasted sand everywhere, with a wave forming around the source. This source was Sachi, sliding backwards against her own speed. She stopped with just a few metres left till she reached Gillian. Turning around, she became visible to the host and his guests from behind her huge locker.

"Oh dear. My apologies sir Gillian. It appears I was too accurate with my arrival. My name is Ringo Sachi, please forgive my rude introduction."

Bowing deeply, Sachi moved like the locker wasn't even there. It easily dwarfed her in size, making the action seem comical despite her serious approach. Not only that, there was a rather large duffel bag strapped on top as well. When Sachi finally rose back to an upright position, her gaze fell on her fellow guests. They seemed to be of a similar age, and held themselves in a familiar way. It reminded her a lot of her own team. She addressed them in turn.

"Forgive me, I believed I would arrive before the other livestock."

Returning her gaze to Gillian, The War Locker was slipped from her shoulders and dumped into the sand beside her.

"I am at your service, sir Gillian."