Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140218013938/@comment-24296957-20140227033313

Amet rose from the bench, walking beside Regda. ''I hope he's a man of his word. Because if a word does slip from that bench, my hand might slip across ''Fenice, Amet thought. He wasn't afraid to go rouge, but hoped it didn't come to that.

As they boarded the ship, Amet looked around, noting the expansive windows, large walkways, and the familiar hum of the airship's thrusters. It had been a while since he was last on this airship, and remembered the exhilarating feeling of being above the world. He took a deep breath, and sighed.

"I always liked riding in airships", Amet said to Regda as he walked over to a railing. "So. You wanted to know about my team?  Well...there's a bit to say about ARAM.  We'll start with Roy." Amet straightened himself, clearing his throat. "Roy Zaffire.  My right-hand-man, the close-quarters guy.  He excells in combat, almost to my level.  We've sparred multiple times, all ending in a draw.

"Then there's Arrosire Spada.  Tank-class, uses a convert-able sword-shotgun. Can take hits, can dish them out just as well.  He's more...prone to violent outbursts.  I'm trying to teach him how to harness that and use it more effectively.  But you know how things like that go, being a team leader and helping out each other.

"Midori Shisha.  She's takes from me with tactics.  Her and I often devise together, and I've taught her a few things.  She's had a...scarred past, one that still affects her today.  Her mind is a machine, almost militaristic.  I left her in charge while I was gone."

Amet stretched, feeling right at home with the now moving airship. After he finished talking, he stared out into the expanse before him. Hills of green with splashes of red, motes of blue, and Vale just in view. "If only we could have peace like this...I just wish to see it all end, even if I have to be that change.  Well, tell me about your team, Regda"