Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20160506031221

Nigrum cleared his throat as he got off the ground, some soot coming out as he dusted himself. His clothes were torn, a large gash was on his non-existent right eye, and he was fairly certain he was intoxicated. He looked to his left, staring at his two companions. Specifically, Rory, who had just about the most sheepish smile he's ever seen.

And he's seen a lot of those.

He looked over her shoulder, looking at the flaming wreckage of the Bullhead they were just on.

"You'e forbidden from flying ever again," he said matter-of-factly

"Aw! But Bos-!" began to protest Rory

"Ever. Again."

Rory noticable sagged at this, her usually curled hair messier now from all the events that had happened priorhand. Her makeup was a bit off to, and her crown was missing. Her displeasure at the news was clear.

"At least," Nigrum began, causing Rory to look up with anticipation, "fly when others are present."

He emphazied his final words by pointing at their companion, who looked equally worse for wear after the crash.

"So, I can still fly then love?" asked Rory, her voice switching to a thick accent

"Are you kidding? That was fun as hell. We need to do that again some time," replied Nigrum with an amused grin

Rory broke out into an equally large grin, grabbing her leader and putting him under her arm for a noogie. He struggled against her, something which was futile given the girl's superior strength. Beacon wasn't that far from here, thankfully. They did crash in the Emerald Forest, after all. Though now that he thought about it, it was going to be an odd report. Even odder was how the three of them got here...

(Hours Earlier)

Rory stood in front of the digital billboard, bending forward slightly to get a better look as she investigated the missions available. To the side stood Nigrum, waiting queitly as he watched his teammate struggle for a mission. A light breeze blew by, blowing his bang around in his face a bit. He grunted in annoyance, pushing the stray strands of hair away from the left side of his face to clear his vision.

"Hey, you nearly done yet?" he asked his teammate

"Shh," she said without looking towards him, "Crikey still thinkin' 'ere mate."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"As entertaining as it is to watch you, you've been staring at the board for ten minutes now," pointed out Nigrum, largely used to how Rory changed her voice sporadically

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Well I don't see you giving any bloody suggestion you quack!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Nigrum raised his brow at the insult, unsure if that was supposed to be offensive or not. Choosing to ignore it, he pointed behind him.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Someone else is waiting, so hurry it up."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">(Done. Also, it's up to you whether you want Keiri to say anything before the time-jump backwards) <ac_metadata title="Downhill Recollection (PRP Between a Jet and a bowl of Soup)"> </ac_metadata>