So Easy When You're Evil.
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wrfmlogsarchiveWho: Rakath, the crew of the Dagda
What: A simple Job... that for pretty much anyone is suicide.
When: A week or so before the Party.
Where: The Dagda, and a desert in Invalice.
Warnings: Well, its Rak and Aya, so honestly if you are shocked by the fact that there is both violence and swearing you really don't know us as well as you think.
Status: Statusy.
Rakath put his goggles on. Covered head to toe in purple or black silks. Not a bit of skin showing. A mask over his lower face, a bandanna covering his hair. "...I am completely insane. Totally and without a doubt insane. OH WELL!" Rakath ran across the desert moving, dragging the wind into his spirit, controlling the winds around himself to make a sandstorm. A cushion of air under his feet, skating over the desert toward a ship. A ship he knew pretty well, he was there to help it get an overhaul a year ago.
Which now should come in handy. As his makeshift sandstorm came closer and closer to the ship he readied for what was going to be really really unfun. Even less fun than skating a desert inside a goddamn sandstorm. The air itself carrying his storm to the side of the ship. As the storm past over the side of the Dagda the purple haired mercenary did a dramatic Aura Cannon powered leap onto the side into one of the hatches.
Didn't take a lot of work breaking through the hatches, "Well, that's the fun part done, sandstorm, in the ship, now for the demolitions..." Rakath looked around, "that way!" He launched down the hall. Wouldn't take long for someone to realize he was here. Hopefully he could trash the engines, weapons, communications, and be out of there before-
"HEY YOU! How'd you get i-" The pirate's words were halted by an aura powered punch to the gut, then an elbow to the throat.
"So much for that idea." Rakath created a burst of aura under each of his feet and skated toward the engine room. He pulled off his mask and bandanna. Way too hot for that stuff in here. "Right, so now is when I really hope Aya isn't anywhere NEAR the engine room!"
What: A simple Job... that for pretty much anyone is suicide.
When: A week or so before the Party.
Where: The Dagda, and a desert in Invalice.
Warnings: Well, its Rak and Aya, so honestly if you are shocked by the fact that there is both violence and swearing you really don't know us as well as you think.
Status: Statusy.
Rakath put his goggles on. Covered head to toe in purple or black silks. Not a bit of skin showing. A mask over his lower face, a bandanna covering his hair. "...I am completely insane. Totally and without a doubt insane. OH WELL!" Rakath ran across the desert moving, dragging the wind into his spirit, controlling the winds around himself to make a sandstorm. A cushion of air under his feet, skating over the desert toward a ship. A ship he knew pretty well, he was there to help it get an overhaul a year ago.
Which now should come in handy. As his makeshift sandstorm came closer and closer to the ship he readied for what was going to be really really unfun. Even less fun than skating a desert inside a goddamn sandstorm. The air itself carrying his storm to the side of the ship. As the storm past over the side of the Dagda the purple haired mercenary did a dramatic Aura Cannon powered leap onto the side into one of the hatches.
Didn't take a lot of work breaking through the hatches, "Well, that's the fun part done, sandstorm, in the ship, now for the demolitions..." Rakath looked around, "that way!" He launched down the hall. Wouldn't take long for someone to realize he was here. Hopefully he could trash the engines, weapons, communications, and be out of there before-
"HEY YOU! How'd you get i-" The pirate's words were halted by an aura powered punch to the gut, then an elbow to the throat.
"So much for that idea." Rakath created a burst of aura under each of his feet and skated toward the engine room. He pulled off his mask and bandanna. Way too hot for that stuff in here. "Right, so now is when I really hope Aya isn't anywhere NEAR the engine room!"
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