Spaceship Crew RP: A Journey Across The Galaxy! - Games

"None.", Dwan says. "Company? I wonder who it is.", he says in response to Lion's phrase.

Arkadam was a professional. He had come to Duroma to assist with the anti narcotics distribution program, and had only run into Yanim by coincidence. Normally, in a situation where one of his targets presented drugs or paraphernalia, he would detain and question them in order to locate the dealer, and from there his colleagues could find the distributor and make an arrest for smuggling, as those drugs inevitably enter kanad space. However, in this case, Arkadam's target, Yanim, had information which was sensitive. Before she could be processed and interrogated, the Archius crew would likely go back into hiding. He had to get more information without revealing his motives. This means that if Yanim wanted to take pills or snort tazh, he would have to follow suit, maintain his composure, and calmly try to guide the subject toward productive results. But when Yanim pulled the bag out of her coat and revealed the veritable buffet of narcotics she had purchased, Arkadam's stomach turned over. There was no way she bought all of this for herself. Was she dealing!? She handed him a straw full of kagakitazh and took one for herself, which she then bit the end off and deftly shoved into her nose while pulling her mask back in a smooth motion. Arkadam watched in hesitation. He had done tazh two, maybe three times before. [I]Shit. SHIT.[/I] --- Twenty minutes had gone by since Yanim took her first dose. Most of the night had already been wasted so she figured she'd make it up by taking a double dose. She and Arkadam had mostly talked about current events and the previous planets they had visited. The holoscreen was tuned to some sort of interstellar wildlife documentary, but for Yanim it might as well have been a portal to another dimension. The colors which had been amplified by a single dose back at the tavern paled in comparison to the bleeding, swirling aurora she was experiencing in the hotel room. "Have you ever go to Gadon?" Arkadam asked, struggling not to be distracted by the giraffe-looking creatures projected in front of him. "Once... it was so difficult," Yanim replied, not entirely sure of what she actually meant by that. "Difficult?" Arkadam repeated. "What..?" "I don't know," Yanim said with a sneer. "The humans there d-don't want us around." "Yeah, sense," Arkadam said. He halfway remembered the Divinity Creed being mentioned in the same report as the Archius, but couldn't recall the significance. The harder he tried to think about it, the more real the giraffe-creatures on screen appeared to be and it was starting to make him nervous. --- 45 minutes after the first dose, Arkadam took another dose, as well as well as a miniscule drop of something Yanim had in a glass vial. Some sort of pepper extract. The room was expanding and contracting with the rise and fall of his chest, to the rhythm of his breathing. He wasn't having fun. In fact, he wasn't even sure what he was experiencing- Yanim was asking him questions and he was answering but at no point were the words registering in his head. It was as if his brain had simply fallen asleep at the wheel. "[I do not think I should be doing this...]" he said in Kanad, having temporarily forgotten how to speak English. Unfortunately, Yanim replied in English and her words were lost upon him. She placed her hand on his shoulder and it slightly reassured him. -- After another double dose of tazh, Yanim brought out the pepper extract. She gave her new friend a half dose and herself a full dose, and soon joined him on the floor, looking up at the popcorn ceiling. The contrast between the darks and the lights looked like dewdrops collected on a bed of river rocks, dyed fantastic colors by the reflection of the television's light. Sometimes they would appear to fall, and Yanim would expect them to splash on her face. She rolled her head back and forth to avoid them. "Have you ever been to Yykar's restaurant? They have the best grytik." She was referring to a restaurant which closed while she was still an academy student. She had never eaten grytik there. "Gritik here and when," was Arkadam's response. "My father once got a... thing there. I don't remember what it was called." "Engh." "It was this big," Yanim said, trying to motion with her hands, but giving up when she felt as if she had more than one set of elbows and couldn't extend all of them at once. "[I do not think I should be doing this...]" Arkadam said, appearing pale. "I like you," Yanim replied. "You'll be okay as long as I like you." She put her hand on his shoulder. --- Two hours in, and the window was beginning to glow with the faint light of sunrise, reflected off the wall of the building next door. Arkadam's whole body jerked involuntarily and he hit his head on something cold and hard. It didn't hurt whatsoever, despite a trickle of blood falling across one of the lenses of his mask. He slowly became aware that he was holding onto a toilet. He did his best to stand up, feeling nauseous and weak, and yet his mind felt as if it had been removed from the confines of his head and placed in a vast creative space. He saw himself in a mirror, but it was fluid and changing as if he had no real face. His clothes seemed to shimmer with vibrant energies, fading from one color to the next. Unlike before, his mind felt sharp as a dagger, and as the incalculable colors raced from the glass of the mirror to his eyes he identified thousands of disguises. "[I'm everything!]" he shouted at his reflection. "[You're god!]" replied his reflection. He staggered into the bedroom side of the hotel room looking for his host to tell her the good news. Yanim was standing on the top of a great mountain and hurling rocks at the horizon. "[You! Mountain woman! Get down from there!]" "[I'm not mountain woman,]" Yanim replied, "[I'm ice princess!]" She threw a boulder at him, but it simply bounced off his immaculate physique. "[I want more of whatever you gave me,]" he demanded, "[or else I'll tear this mountain down!]" --- When it came time for the third dose, Yanim had only two tubes of tazh left. Arkadam seemed slightly more sober than before and didn't want any, so she took them both while he went to the bathroom feeling as if he was about to vomit. She put away the pepper extract for a while and got out the tishnk pills instead. She told him they were headache medicine and took one in front of him to prove it. He reluctantly took the dose and almost immediately lapsed into a fit of hallucinations. While Arkadam was having an in-depth conversation with the shower curtain and fading in and out of a trancelike state, Yanim was convinced that she had found an extra room inside her hotel room. In reality, she had crawled under her bed. As time went on, her thoughts began to race to an incredible speed until she felt as if she could solve every engineering question there was. She sneered just thinking about it, and heard a sneer from the bathroom in reply. Clearly, Arkadam could understand her thoughts. "[I'm everything!]" he shouted from the bathroom while Yanim climbed over the edge of her bed. By the time Arkadam came in the room, Yanim was standing on her mattress, moving objects with her mind. "[You! Mountain woman! Get down from there!]" Yanim replied that she was, in fact, ice princess, and used her telekinesis to throw a pillow at him. He then requested more tishnk. --- There was a click in Arkadam's ear. As he came to, the first thing he noticed was this sound, the sound of his watch ticking along. Had he been sober, he would have known that five hours had gone by since the first dose had been taken, but at that moment time was meaningless to him. The room was basked in golden light and he was prince of the universe. The walls were made of liquid gold and were continuously melting around him encasing everything in a metallic gleam aside from himself. He tried to sit up, but there was a weight on his arm. This girl he had met during the night- he had forgotten her name. She was staring back at him in a daze, wordlessly. He strained hard to remember who she was; she seemed important to him. All he could remember was "princess." Was she..? "You're beautiful," he said without considering it. It was second thought. Harmless. --- Yanim didn't remember much after the tishnk. The two had taken LSD together and had laid down on the bed in order to mellow back out again after the rush they had experienced. There were still plenty of doses of different substances in Yanim's bag, but now even she was beginning to feel the fatigue she had placed on her brain to cope with the reality warping effects of it all. Arkadam had been right there the whole time, and they briefly dozed off cradled in each other's arms. When Arkadam tried to sit up, it awoke Yanim from her rest. Her thoughts were muddled and indistinct, but ignorance to the outside world at this stage was utter bliss. Yanim didn't remember Picaea, or Gadon, or Rigel... She was simply laying on a soft bed with a surprisingly open-minded and endearing new friend, watching particles of dust fall through shafts of light. It was 7AM, and it was quiet and utterly peaceful. "You're beautiful," Arkadam said, goofily, having apparently remembered how to speak English somewhere along his fantastic journey. She only smiled in response. Several more minutes passed before Arkadam finally broke the silence again. "What's next?" Yanim remembered the "dreamwish" tablet the dealer had given her as compensation for the impure kagakitazh.

Guys, I've become lost as to whats going on, can I get a recap of whats happened since the fighting stoped?

[QUOTE=liberalllama;48077265]Guys, I've become lost as to whats going on, can I get a recap of whats happened since the fighting stoped?[/QUOTE] [Captain Jeremy chewed out Varn for being reckless. Sledge is currently undergoing a operation from a shady doctor. Dwan and Lion are camping somewhere nearby. Dwan revealed to Lion, that he is from another universe and can set himself on fire(don't worry its purely cosmetic). Lion got in contact with an old love. Squish mutated into a giant ogre-like creature and is currently in the zoo area of the ship, I believe Andron managed to knock him out with tranquilizers. Jeb sobered up and went back to the ship. Sega Saturn [URL="http://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1457037&p=48042539&viewfull=1#post48042539"]showed[/URL] us some stuff we may have missed. Yanim is spending quality time with State Security. Iska went beck to the ship, she wanted to send a message to send a message to someone the crew met back at Rigel. Unfortunately, she received a message, telling her that her father had passed away. Varn found out that one of his former superiors has gone rogue and has made a contract for the crew. He went back to the settlement to help Pippin get the supplies back to the ship. There he gets interviewed by one of State Security investigators posing as a reporter. Varn tries to bullshit his way out of it and they( him and Pippin) go back to the ship. Varn left again to meet Lion and Dwan. If I missed anything or got something wrong, PM me so I can fix it.]

[QUOTE=Bathacker;48032428][img]http://i.imgur.com/0xjJR0Z.png[/img][/QUOTE] Sledge awoke, groggy from the anesthesia. He went to pull himself out of the bathtub full of ice water he'd woken up in when he realized something was dreadfully wrong. He rushed to the nearby mirror, which was caked with dust. As he wiped it away, his worst fears were confirmed. Rushing out into the hallway, he noticed he was in an abandoned house. His money was gone. His hammers were gone. Hercules was gone. But that all paled in comparison to the real crime . Bursting out the front door, Sledge found himself greeted by a desert sunrise. He had to find him: The shady figure responsible for this grave injustice. After asking just one particularly helpful old man, Sledge found himself back in the merchant district. He sprinted from stall to stall, asking about the creepy figure who had swindled him. The first person he asked answered, "Oh, you mean Klepty? He's the town swindler. He's somewhat of a local legend for being the city's most obvious con artist." That couldn't have been him. The man who had tricked Sledge was clearly a Machiavellian criminal mastermind. Finally Sledge found him in the same alley where he himself had been preyed upon along with another ape-like muscle monster who was obviously the figure's next victim. "One would be wise to seek the services of one such as I, if one wishes to survive in these... harsh conditions. [i]-HENRNGH-[/i]" "[i]STOPPPPP![/i]" Sledge yelled. The hulking man before him looked at him, confused. He said, "Excuse me but there's no need to yell. I was simply requesting the medical services of this cloaked and sickly medical professional." Sledge placed a hand on the man's arm. "Don't! This man is not who he appears to be. I was once like you: Young and naive, full of hope and dreams. This man took advantage of that and betrayed my trust, and look at what happened to me!" He held his arms outward, demonstrating his whole body, now a mere 280 pounds of normal, non-malformed human flesh. "That man [i]STOLE MY MUSCLES![/i]" Sledge yelled to the skies, tears welling in his eyes. The larger man recoiled in horror. Sledge was now only as deliciously cut and muscular as he had been prior to Arthur's miracle work. The cloaked figure hesitated for a moment. "Heh... A-heh... Heh... [i]-HORK-[/i] This much is true." "So you admit it!" said Sledge, pointing an accusing finger. The other muscleman had long since fled. Sledge didn't blame him. "Yes... And I would have gotten away with it too, if you hadn't remembered what I looked like and where to find me! [i]-HERHHGHSLURPSNORT-[/i] You've made me a very rich man, young sir. The black market muscle trade has been very good this year. 'Pink gold,' they call it." Sledge grabbed the figure by his burlap coat. "Give them back, right now!" "Already sold, I'm afraid, heheh [i]-SNORT-[/i] Torture me all you wish, but I will never reveal my clients." "STOP SPEAKING IN RIDDLES!" Sledge shouted, shaking the man vigorously. "Stop that! You'll break my brittle bones and I need them to swindle. Your gains are gone. You will never see them again." "NOOOOOOOO!" [media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FxPlxh7FbU[/media] ... Sledge trudged dejectedly back to his hover bike, Hercules in tow. He'd also reclaimed his weapons as well as Herc's barding and cannons. It was all monetarily worthless compared to his muscles, according to the cloaked figure. From an emotional standpoint, Sledge would almost have to agree. Hercules clicked reassuringly and solicited a hug, but Sledge wasn't in the mood. He'd rather just get back to the ship where he could sleep things off in his quarters. He threw a leg over his bike and buckled in, taking his time putting on his helmet and settling in for a weary ride back to the ship. He solemnly turned his key and hit the ignition. In return, the bike blasted off, expecting several hundred more pounds of mass than what was currently on board, thanks to Yanim's adjustments. [i]*sigh*[/i] Could this day get any worse? As Sledge blasted dozens of meters into the air, he reflected on a life spent not lifting enough things. He had taken his muscles for granted, and that's why they had left him. But as the saying goes, if you love something you must let it go. If it doesn't come back to you, it was never yours to begin with. That's what he was doing with his bike at the moment at least, and judging by how he was hurtling towards the dunes it still probably belonged to Yanim. After landing on the slope of a dune, rolling a few meters, and swallowing a half-pound of sand, Sledge pulled himself together. The bike crashed down nearby, burying its front end. When Sledge pulled it out he noticed the hood was mashed up and leaking some sort of fluid. It wouldn't start. Dammit. He looked to the Archius, which was easily a few miles away. Double dammit. ... The sun was high by the time Sledge had finished dragging the hover bike back to the Archius. He left it in the hangar for Yanim to fix later because he was exhausted and sweaty to the max. He couldn't face anyone right now, not like this... especially not Arthur. That man had selflessly given him everything, and Sledge had squandered and lost it. No... he couldn't bear to tell him. Not yet. He checked his communicator for the first time in several hours. There were a number of frantic alerts about some kind of disaster in the medical bay and a hot pursuit in the ship's zoo but Sledge couldn't be fucked to read the details. There was also some sort of [url=http://i.imgur.com/I5vCibo.jpg]confusing selfie[/url] that Yanim had sent him at some point? Who is that guy and why is he puking? Kanads can puke? Is she giving him bunny ears? [i]Weird.[/i] He made a quick stop by the medical bay first to have his wounds checked out. He spoke to a few nurses and medical droids who all agreed that, save for his missing muscles, he and Herc's surgery and wound-dressing was immaculate, something that only could have been done by a legendary medical professional. There was nothing more they could do for either of them. Huh. Being mad hungry, he decided to go to the mess hall to get some grub. He hoped it was Taco Tuesday, because his soul had a hole that only carnitas could fill.

Varn followed the coordinates to Lion's camp. He slowed down when he reached the cliffs and looked around the scenery. A small pocket of tranquility. He parked next to Dwan's ATD. "Morning guys. How are things out here?"

Dwan greeted Varn. "Everything's fine over here. The scenery's nice and relaxing. What about you?", he asks him.

(Okay, I guess somehow I managed to get back to the ship and am in the medbay.)

"I wont lie to you. I've been better." He got off the ATD and took off his helmet. [In hindsight I should have waited for you to respond instead of moving your character around like that. It was a dick move, so sorry about that liberalllama]

Lion pointed towards the cave. "If you need some rest I've set up some bunks in there. No holo-TV though, just a good old-fashion quantum radio." Lion looked towards the dawn before turning to Varn and Dwan. "I'm gonna go and check all the perimeter sensors." Her pointed towards the lake. "I spotted some Ghastonian goldscales in the lake, incase one of you wants to do some fishing." Said Lion before walking out the camp an up the ridgeline to inspect the sensors.

Arthur sang quite merrily to himself, downing another shot of whisky as he rocked back and forth. The scientist had been rather frustrated with the result of the day's actions, however much of a reprieve he may of gained with his new ally. To this end, Arthur resolved to drink his sorrows away, and start afresh the next morning through connecting with the local black market, to acquire new samples and materials for his experiments. The Englishman was quite used to this process. However, he grew even more angry as he waited and waited by the bar. Dwan isn't usually as tardy as he is right now, Arthur soon reasoned. He realized that the blasted bartender must of gone off with the team onto Duroma some time ago. He tutted at this idea quite hard; surely a bartender should not be acting as an enforcer, especially during his working hours. All this, led to Arthur's position right now. He had raided the bar some time ago, kicking open a couple drink cabinets as he got more drunk and more daring. By the time he decided enough drink was enough, Arthur had downed 5 bottles of wine, one of whisky and a number of jello shots, of which he had learned to make during med school. Arthur was steaming drunk by the end of his session. He muttered to himself. "fff... FUCKING Yanim... oh, look at mee, I'm brown-nosing the captain... stupid bitch... stupid, hot, sexy, smart [I]whore...[/I] I think I'm in love. Oh, Yanim... I, I know how to win you over." Arthur fumbled his way to his trousers, cursing at the buttons on his slacks for being so frustrating. He whipped out two things; his communicator and his dick, both of which mixed together his drunk mind considered a good idea. With a stroke of both, Arthur snapped a picture of his personal device, pulled up Yanim's name and send it with a message attached. [QUOTE]heyyy honey. look, i know weve been fiting 4 the last few weeks, but i wanna make it up 2 u. this is probly a bad decison, but i tink youll LIKE this ;)) - arthur 'stud' besly, phd, doctorate in lovemkaing[/QUOTE] He decided that while this was likely a bad decision, Yanim would love it and it would win her over in time. He sent it with a smile on his face and stumbled out of the bar, intending to raid the mess hall next, in search of some munchies to calm his drunken spirit. (I'm fucking BACK.)

[Oh god]

[Jesus. Nychos gonna find this... "genuine", to say the least]

[What the fuck is going on in my game?! Oh by the way I'm using another computer so I could type this so I guess I'm back.]

[Everyone's favorite mad scientist is back.] "Thanks Lion." Varn sat near the campfire. He stared into the sky for a few seconds. "This job is getting harder and harder, makes you wonder if it would be worth it in the end."

"A job is as worthwhile as you want it to be. That's what I say.", Dwan tells Varn. "Especially considering the fact that we're tasked with collecting pieces of some ancient object, leading to people chasing us in order to stop us. This job is an adventure, one that isn't for the faint-hearted.", he puts eloquently.

"I suppose you could look at it that way. Although the list of people who are after us probably doubled in size...I'm sorry. I'm bringing down the mood. We should focus on relaxing for now. By the way, have you heard from Viper? I haven't heard from her since before the attack."

((I've got a quiz to study for so I might not be able to reply in character tonight. Also, Jesus Christ, Pez. Welcome back.))

"No, I haven't.", Dwan said in a worrying tone. "Where do you think Viper is now?", he asked Varn.

"I don't know. I remember hearing that there were other Sanghvi in the area, maybe she went to meet with them. She's probably fi-" His comm beeped indicating that he received a message."Sorry Dwan, I have to read this." his eyes scanned it and a mocking smile could be seen on his face. "A message from the wife. She's still angry at me. I have to ask, have you ever had someone from you'r past constantly reminding you of their existence?"

"Have you ever had someone from your past constantly reminding you of their existence?", Varn asked Dwan. Dwan paused for a minute, thinking of a reasonable answer. "No, never.", he told him.

"I have to say that I envy you." Varn stood up. "I'm in the mood for some fishing, wanna tag along?"

Dwan, having only fished when he was little, nods. "Sure, why not?", he tells him.

Jeb had been in his room since he returned. He couldn't quite figure out why the mood seemed so heavy. Had he missed something? Did stuff happen? The only thing he knew was that he slept horribly and that he had a massive hangover. The image of his failed race still haunted his dreams, but when he awoke he saw something that made his own ambitions seem a bit selfish for the time being. He saw a news broadcast saying that a gang of bikers attempted to hold the town hostage and that a child was killed in the process. Upon further study, he realized that the town this event took place was in fact the same one that he was getting drunk in prior. Reports stated what took place and that is when Jeb began to wonder. "Oh crap!" was the only thing that came from Jeb's mouth.

Day 39, Morning [quote]Harken Saw was standing inside a train next to Vara, looking at the scenery on Planet Odenia, the primary headquarters of the United Galactic Community. He had to admit it's fine beauty was astounding. He was planning to meet one of the major figureheads in the Council. Surely they had the right mindset to enforce high security measures against sleeper agents. Of course this was the UGC, anything could go around and they seem to not know what's the conflict. Harken Saw pressed his hand against the interior of the train, glancing at Vara as he observed her activity of typing. He exhaled and wanted to bring up a conversation. " I believe I remember when the time we went to Quartermasters Center, the chain of command there wanted to honor us, the paid trip felt like a relaxation and the scenery was spot on compared to the rest of the nation. Reminds me of this place. Same old thing all over again." Vara brightened up and gazed at the masked man. "Oh Right! The time the unit captured the Xergis military checkpoint. Because of them they managed to secure the area." Vara said as nostalgia overwhelmed her. Harken Saw turned and saw her. "Of course. The finest men and women we've made friends with. " Harken Saw sat down and smiled beneath his mask but deep down something was always bothering him about his sense of memories. Even Vara took notice of it. "Yeah, good times." Vara said, looking out of the window, seeing their arrival at the transportation hub. "We come a long way Vara, I don't doubt we'll succeed as our confidence grows but I often wonder what will happen in our future?" Harken Saw questioned. She got out of her seat and placed her hand on his left shoulder. Harken looked up and raised an eyebrow. "We still have a lot of ground to work with, we're partners. Nothing can destroy that." She reassured him. He gave her a nod. "I suppose so. Making the best of things should be my priority. There's also the matter of speaking with the Council." He got up and escorted Ms. Vara to the exit. A blond man in a navy blue suit checked the time for the upcoming meeting, he saw Harken Saw and Ms. Vara on their way. He immediately smiled and opened his arms wide. "Harken Saw! Ms. Vara too." He greeted both with firm handshakes l. "So how have you guys been? Hungry? We've got breakfast serving already if you like." He gestured behind him, but Harken Saw wasn't in the mood. "No thank you Derrick Meers, today's isn't a good time. I would like to discuss about security measures against illegal spies." Harken Saw explained but he earned a frown from Meers, the charismatic man was simply regarded as a true influential member across the circle and his words charmed his coworkers the best. He was iffy when it came to valid concerns for HarkArk whether it was a rivalry with Harken Saw or something else. "Harken Saw, I appreciate you came all the way here to speak about your interests to enforce heavy amount of security measures to prevent corporate sabotage but we believe the amount you're genuinely asking isn't necessary." He assured. Harken Saw rolled his eyes and dared him to say that again. "Isn't necessary? Meers, my company's manufacturing forges are being sabotaged by organizations such as the Crimson Son. You don't think that's not worth looking into?" Vara eyed on both, listening to the conversation unfold. "Oh, don't think I don't believe you. But the amount of evidence we've claimed has suggested these men are merely a nuisance." The bell was ringing at 12:00 PM. The trio looked as workers hurried to their meetings. "Let's just discuss this in the boardroom. Shall we?" Derrick Meers suggested. Harken Saw would rather talk about this now, he couldnt care about the other members, convincing Derrick Meers is his goal. That's if council members didn't have the brains though.[/quote]

Lion observed the final sensor. Aside from some slight sand coverage, similar to what the other sensors had, it was in one piece. He connected his hand with the magnetic reader ontop of the spike-shaped sensor in order to overview the data. At one point during the night a wounded Jigaru had passed by. The jigaru were desert-dwelling animals found on plenty of planets. They looked alot like Terran deers, aside from the fact that they had a hard shell on their back that could store a week's worth of water. Lion rose up and begun tracking the wounded animal. After walking down from the ridge he found tracks leading to a group of small bushes and trees. As he slowly approached, he could hear how the animal breathed heavily. He walked past the many bushes and found a small isolated area, with the jigaru being in the center. The animal widened its eyes and tried to move. Lion stopped it and sat down next to it. "Easy..." He cooled down his robotic hands and started stroking the animal along its head as he scanned the injuries. Three clawmarks, most of the attack had it the shell luckily. Aside from the injury the animal was in good shape. A young female. Her legs were strong so she most likely outran her attqcker. "You're not gonna like this." Said Lion as he brought a canister of biofoam. He popped the safety and begun pasting it out over the wound. It took a few seconds for the animal to react. She widened her eyes and tried to move again. "Easy girl, you're doing great." He continued to stroke her as the biofoam started healing up her wounds.

Varn walked to his ATD and opened the container in the back. "I hope you're not in the mood for dynamite fishing? Last time I did that, it ended badly for everyone...Crap, I didn't bring any fishing poles. Give me a minute." He took out some tape from the container and looked around. After a couple of minutes Varn had manged to make two make-shift spears from sticks, tape and two knives at the ends. He gave one to Dwan and entered the lake with nothing, but his pants on. The relaxing fishing cession was on, as much as relaxing it can get, with chucking spears at fish.

Dwan watched as Varn entered the lake with only his pants on. Spearfishing didn't seem like the greatest idea for him at the moment, as he didn't want to get wet in his casual clothes. He contemplates what he should do.

As the jigaru's wounds healed up, Lion decided to give it some water before returning to the camp. He spotted Varn knee-deep into the lake. "Enjoying ourselves, are we?"

Varn chucked the spear nailing, what he thought was, a big fish, but in reality a small guppy. "Enjoying ourselves, are we?" "It was this or moping around the campfire."