| Subject: Re: What the Hell is a Quebec? |
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Eoren
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Date Posted: 14:21:51 02/12/01 Mon
In reply to:
Raith Whitepaw
's message, "Re: What the Hell is a Quebec?" on 13:57:24 02/12/01 Mon
*Eoren appeared from the rooms shadows, having kept silent to the whole affair. He wouldn't have been suprised, in fact, that no one had seen him. He glanced at Rhamberdie, then to the rest of the group*
There is no way in HELL I'm gonna let 'Demo Man' here lead this group. He's egotistical, idiotic, and scared of some damn ghost. If he's scared of a ghost, I don't want him to lead us. Hell, even I'm a better leader than that...
*Eoren, after a suprisingly long speech, watched the chef walk back in. As he walked by, Eoren plucked a pastry from the tray and took a bite. The chef gave him a dirty look, then placed it on the table. Eoren smirked lightly at that, and walked out. He closed his eyes, and when he re-opened them, he was in the Ragnarok. He tapped a few buttons on the panel, but it didn't start. He tried to cold-start the engine, but to no avail*
What the hell...?
*Eoren walked into the engine room, and checked the engines. They were in perfect condition, and everything checked out. The computers worked, the weapons worked, the life support worked, but for some reason the engines wouldn't start*
Well...there goes the easy trip to wherever the hell we're going...
*Eoren teleported to his bedroom, and pulled out his Gunblades. He wrapped one Gunblade into several layers of cloth, and strapped it to his back. The other he slung over his shoulder. He strode back into the kitchen area, and sat at the table. His eyes slowly floated from face to face, noting reactions and expressions. He himself kept a cold, emotionless mask on, letting no emotion show through*
So. Let's go.
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