Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20150421013852/@comment-24416658-20150421042046

Tanner was standing on the Promenade deck of the airship, looking out over the waters of Remnant. Since the airship was at a rather high altitude, there was no way to actually go outside, so Tanner chose the next best thing. Taking a deep breath as he overlooked the distance, he chuckled when he heard the Knight in his head's voice tremble.

''What's wrong, Knight-o? Scared of a little bit of altitude?''

Nay, Westerner, it is simply....

''Aw, come on, pal, don't wet yerself in our head! D'ya know how gosh darn difficult that is ta clean?''

Cowboy Tanner sighed, heading down the stairs to the room that he and his partner, Albastru, were sharing. Stopping by the canteen, he reached the room overladen with chocolates, packets of beef jerky, and multiple cans of soda, of many flavors. He knocked on the door with his foot. And by "knock", I mean he actually nearly kicked the door in. He was rather strong.

"'Ey Al! Open up, will ya? I got us some grub, we gon' eat like kings t'night!"