| Subject: Rrrrrright.... |
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I are Cain.
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Date Posted: 23:56:06 03/31/01 Sat
In reply to:
Naoko
's message, "March of the Ghost" on 15:20:28 03/31/01 Sat
(OOC: That was waa~y over my head, dude. And don't think for a second I'm gone, guys. I'm just waiting over here for something amusing to do.)
Cain had re-assumed his usual activity of following Lyn around, now that the Virgil dude had went off to do..whatever. Besides, he was getting bored with miscellaneously poking crew members that passed by. He now repeated sarcastic comments about the Yamato's staff in his head over and over while him and Lynnie neared the hangar area. Then suddenly, an explosion struck nearby, completely catching him off-guard. Cain is swept off his feet by the sudden impact and his head hits the metal floor, hard. Looking up, he saw Lyn running faster toward the sound. "Eh..tough woman.." He quickly stood and broke into a run himself behind her. After she screamed, quite near to his ears, his 'sis' fainted.
Cain soon saw why. Her ship, once so shiny and intimidating, was in shambles. "Holy..shit..! What caused that..?" After a quick look around and seeing nothing, Cain resumed a speech directed at no one but himself. "I'm sure someone could repair it for us...but probably not restore all of the Angel's unique features.."
After brushing his shock off, Cain extended his rod (I'll make the "rod" jokes, thank you) and poked Lyn's side.
"Wakie, sis. I'd hate to wash dragon poo out of such a nice pilot uniform, wouldn't you?" He asked, in hopes she'd come to her senses.
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