Mad Plans: Freestyle RP!

[Khael!]

Ataska: You'd estimate the snake is slightly over four feet long. It's dull green scales come to a hardened end at the tail, but it doesn't look like a rattler. Tiny spines protrude from either side of it's head above it's eyes.

The serpent seems to be eyeing you both just as intently, when Hakiver draws his knife. Instantly it goes back on the defensive, poised to strike if necessary.


It's not getting any sunnier out. You can hear the wind rushing through the tree canopy, though you can barely feel it in this deep section of the forest. The underbrush here is pretty viny.


Amidst the muttering of Lindo, Dragoon regains his senses and clambers to his feet.

"Safra? Safra!?" He dashes to the pile of scraps in her place. "What... where did she-?"

He digs about in a panic, pushing a piece of curved glass and bits of metal aside, along with other scraps Roy found. He pulls at a corner of something stuck in the dirt. Wiping the soil off, it looks like it used to be part of a wooden crate, a clean edge where the rest of it would have been.

"It doesn't look cut... Gods, more ruined teleportation?" Dragoon lets a defeated sigh free. "...I hope... do you think she's alright?"

He turns to Agrerius, who completely doesn't answer his question. It takes Dragoon several moments of glancing about in worry to process what's been said.

"A snake? Where!?" He answers his own question immediately afterward, seeing the damn thing right there in front of Ataska and Hakiver.

"What are you doing!?"



Roy: Dragoon knocks the glass thing around with all the other crap. It looks about the same shape as the handle thing you picked up... you take both. Everybody's insisting that they capture that snake instead of killing it, but you might want to draw your sword anyway.