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PostSubject: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Wed Sep 15, 2010 4:46 pm

A spaceship on the roof of the humans home would never have gone unnoticed. Had it not been for the force field generators that protected the rooftop of the humans home from sight. Mentally he had activated it when he had moved the spaceship parts here to be constructed finitely. He had used his powers to attach the parts, and hoped it would stay together in space. But he didn’t have any doubts that it would. And even if a part, say did come apart. He was the pilot/handyman. It would be simple to reattach it. The spaceship in itself was enormous, but much smaller in comparison to say a jet airplane, or a spaceship designed for long distance travel. This one was more like a messenger craft that spawned from a much larger carrier. The ship was only nine meters wide [thirty feet] and 22.86 meters across [seventy-five feet] It was almost equal to that of a humans house in length, and bigger than two apartment rooms in width. All in all, it could only fit about a few people inside, which Game had accounted for, providing room for acceptable losses in humans.

The side of the ship was made of various metal panels of various textures and sizes, some nailed, some welded, and others just driven in with a mallet. It was a crude job, but for Game it was a technological achievement on his part. The thrusters, placed strategically towards the rear of the vehicle, were thick blacks of metal that resembled huge radiators. He had seen the thrusters in action during a test run, and they moved far faster than any car he had seen. At least three hundred miles per hour on the lowest tank of fuel. He predicted that with the weight of the humans inside. It would travel a light year in a day, if it traveled non-stop. And that was 5754696000000 miles. The top of the vehicle was flat for the most part, until about five feet from the thrusters where it tilted upward, and a slip of glass was placed forming the cockpit for the spaceship. It would then flatten out towards the rear once again. The spaceship itself was a balanced on a slip of metal that looked like a rudder.

The spaceship had no name whatsoever. Game hadn’t had the time to figure one out, all he called it was ‘It’ or ‘Her’. Maybe that was a good enough name, seeing as he wasn’t a fairly creative person. He had just stolen various designs from other spaceships to make this one. He walked the length of the spaceship, feeling a sense of fear that this first test run might be his last. Spaceships were tricky business. You didn’t just make one, there was all kinds of math involved, and he usually left that up to Black Rock Shooter, she was basically a glorified calculator. As he walked along the spaceship he placed his hand against what looked like a flat wall. But pushing against it casually, a plate sunk into the ship, and a release of compressed air sounded in a low hiss. A large panel slowly stuck out, flying upward until it was levitating in mid-air at a 90 degree angle. A door that only responded to a unique pressure sensor, so that gravity wouldn’t pull it open at a moments notice. It required a lot of technological effort on his part, just to get that up and running.

He stepped inside of the single room of the spaceship. It was not as big as it seemed on the outside. There was only one chair, and it was positioned on an elevator platform near the cockpit window. Behind it were iron plated floors that concealed a layer of wiring below it. The floor squished together towards the back where it turned into a single narrow hall with one door. It was the ‘bathroom’, which really was just a chemical toilet that was linked to a wire of tubing that led outside of the space craft, and a sink that spat out a questionable liquid. Cleanliness was not his objective when he had constructed this. So showers were out. As well as most cosmetics. The floor would become their beds. Those that were lucky would get slabs of metal that fell down from the ceiling. Packed into the wall that resembled a closet was a larder of food, replicated to resemble human amenities. He was glad that none of the humans had eaten the food at the party, because most of it had been stashed away into the spaceship.

He looked at the three light bulbs he had taken from apartment rooms and installed into the ceiling of the spaceship. They were on a fixed amount of light, it took up too much electricity and they would need all of it. Their engine was an old one, and it took a lot of fuel to use, which Game predicted was only in a few days, they would have to convert to some other means. Such as the generator that could probably only provide a few days of light, and by then they would have had time to find some place to refuel. And if they found none, Ashton hopefully would be able to use her powers to at least give them a burst. He didn’t know if drifting would be a good idea, seeing as how the endless pull of space would take them far away from their ultimate destination, and instead, into deep space where they would eventually starve. The thought scared him, but he had thought enough about death to think of all the odds and possibilities that could happen, and had attempted to provide accordingly.

To make sure that the humans didn’t gorge themselves on the food, he had purposely only left a small amount of the food in the closet, the rest was stashed beneath his feet. If the others thought they had enough food for months they would eat as much as possible. If they thought they might starve, they would surely attempt to ration their food. A sick and twisted idea, yes. But it had worked in the past for others. He looked at his chair, which would most likely be his place of residence from now on. He had not installed a control board into this machine. Only the necessities he would need to drive. Auto-pilot was out of the question. Since he would be using his brain to control the spaceship, and he had to stay conscious for that. He wouldn’t have much time to sleep. If he dared turn off the spaceship so that he could sleep, he risked the chance of the air filter shutting off as well and suffocating them or they would drift of course. If he left the ship on while sleeping, he’d run out of fuel faster. Staying awake was the only answer.

Game had tried his best to sleep has much as he could the night of the party, but in the end had failed thanks not only to Adailia, but having to wake up so early. The bags under his eyes, and the eternal purple marks wouldn’t fade for wakes. There was a chance that he his body might just shut down completely. But he wasn’t at that point yet. And he was ready to persevere to the end. He walked over to what might be his death bed, and sat down on it. Feeling the comfortable leather on his back. Yeah… He could stay here all day… But! Time was of the essence, and it was severely losing it as it went on. The ship had no muffler so it would be a loud obnoxious sound when it did blast off, that hopefully would be blamed on somebody else, and not the humans. He had spared no expense in making his seat as luxurious as possible, as it not only swiveled, but reclined, and when moving at top speed, vibrated.

OOC: SPACESHIP!

People that should post: Me! XEDA! CEZAR! RAEVYN! ASHTON! ADAILIA! BRS! YIN! YANG!That's everyone? Yep... And maybe a little Cheryl near the end.
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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Wed Sep 15, 2010 4:56 pm

Adailia clutched at her head with one hand, stumbling up to the roof for the second time in four days. The first for Game's party, which she would like to forget on all terms. Now she was coming up here for this mission... Her head hurt so much she almost told Game to leave her. She was sure he'd have no objections to that. But... They needed her. She was strong. Plus she was a tracker.
Pale blue eyes landed on Game, and she visibly shied away. There were some memories that just wouldn't go the heck away.... She winced, a shudder racing down her spine. It made her head hurt more.

She let out a moan as one step caused her to almost pass out. It felt like her brain was constricting on itself and bouncing around in her skull... "Ugh...." she moaned. "Hangover..." After the little.... "after-party" incident with Game, she'd been drinking. Constantly. She wanted to forget desperately. It was almost primal urge to wash away all those... Odd feelings. Another shudder. She went to stand beside the ship, in the shade so that the vibrant sun wouldn't bother her head. She was still far away from Game.

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Yin and Yang both came on to the roof at the same time, their eyes both excited. On varying degrees, though. Yin was more excited, clearly, with the way she bounced around, her hair flopping and twirling all over the place. Her brother looked more solemn. "Yin-nee-chan," he said slowly. "Remember there's not much room on the ship..." He knew because, before BRS showed up, he was the local welder. And he had to say, he was pretty good at it.

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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:16 pm

Ashton Stevens looked around her room for the last time, she was doing a double check of the things she needed before she headed to the roof. Today the group was leaving to go and save Len at some planet she forgot the name of. She looked into her tiny duffel bag. In it was her clothes, she only brought one change, a pair of sweats just in case it was cold, and a pair of short and a few tank tops and the flip flops she had on her feet. She also had a a book or two, some make-up, and few hair stuff, and a pillow. She was ready to go. She quickly sat down on her bed and rested her eyes for a few minutes. She had been so excited to leave on their trip that she had woken up at 4 in the morning, well, it did give her time to look hot, she had heard that their wasn't anyway to have a shower or anything out there in space so she made sure to super-straighten her hair and perfect her make-up. She was good. She leaned over her clock, she had barely dozed off, oh well, it was time to go.

Ashton grabbed her duffel bag and but it over her shoulder. She reached down by the shelf and picked up her keys, she then shoved them into her pocket of her denim shorts. She threw a sweater over tank and opened the door. She turned around and locked it, trying to remember what her 'home' smelled like, she would want something to remember, just in case she didn't come back…. She shook that thought out of her mind. Game would be fine, he was a good driver … right? Ashton hiked up the staircase, weirdly skipping the elevator to climb, what was with her this morning?

She came up to the roof, panting, but it quickly wore off as she looked up. A huge spaceship took up most of the space on the roof. It looked amazing. Maybe there would be tons of room inside, I mean, the outside looked so huge it seemed logical. She smiled, it was looking good so far. She walked towards … well she didn't know who to approach, Game and Adailla weren't talk, so it was either or. Ashton decided to talk to Game, after all, he was the one with all of the information. She set her duffel bag down and walked over.

"Hey." she smiled, "Looks awesome." she added, motioning to the ship.
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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:30 pm

ooc: I thought Yin was to die... XD

Ah, finally things were starting to move forwards. The black-haired girl strolled through the halls of the apartment building. She had just left the room she had been borrowing, and she had left it as if no one had ever been there. Well, she might have left it a bit too clean, but that doesn't matter at the moment. The robotic girl paused her strolling, her blue eyes locking on the elevator. She quickly pressed the up button with a pale white finger and waited. Why were these things so slow? Well, it doesn't really matter. It must be even slower for those who drank at the party the night before. Those with hangovers were scary, and everything seemed to be in slow-motion for them. The little lights at the top of the finally reached the floor she was on, and the door slowly opened. Black Rock Shooter stepped inside, lightly pressing the button that said R for Roof. Great, more waiting. It seemed to take twice as long to go up than it did waiting for it to go down. Wait, ah, there it is! The elevator dinged a few times before the doors slowly opened again. The robot took a few steps out before pausing. She wasn't taken by the sight of the ship. No, she had helped with it, so of course she wouldn't. Instead, she had her eyes locked on Adailia, the girl who STILL had a hangover. The girl sighed, slowly walking over to Adailia, Game, and Ashton. "Ne, Adaila? Shouldn't you still be asleep, seeing how you have a hangover?" The robotic girl asked, tilting her head slightly and poking the human girl on the shoulder.

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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Wed Sep 15, 2010 9:42 pm

Xeda was fast a sleep, face buried in the bed and laying in an awkward angle, an arm hanging off the bed and all that jazz. She lay above the messy covers, a sure sign that she'd fallen asleep almost immediately. She wore a periwinkle tank top with the matching bottoms that had purple and periwinkle polka dots on them. They were one of multiple pajamas she had since, oddly, she had a lot of pajamas, but that wasn't much of a topic. She was happy in her dream world, her mind on the same subject it was on before, nothing. She wasn't dreaming at all again and that was perfectly fine with her, as long as she got her shuteye.

Her time of sleep was interrupted when a loud knocking came through her door and echoed around her room. As soon as she opened her eyes she was greeted with pain, an intense pain, actually. With every knock it hurt more and more until she was only aware of the sensation. "How many times are you gonna knock you dumb fuck!" She yelled with a lame voice, making the pain in her head worse. Oh Sweet Mother Jesus what is the problem? Why did her head hurt so goddamn bad? It was worse than a hangover. Did she have a hangover? She could barely think about it. She couldn't have since she only had a sip, it must be something else. And she didn't have that hangover feel. The overly bright lights, the horrid taste of hot dog dipped in stale and used dish water, sprinkled with filter lint and coated with honey for extra zing, no, that wasn't it. She didn't even have that constant feeling that she was going to throw up, not even a couple dry ones would come out today. All she felt was unbearable pain and extreme exhaustion. What was the problem?

Behind her she could hear the click of the door opening and for a split second she wonder if she locked it. She thought she had, but the drowsiness washed it away so quickly that she no longer cared. She groaned as the lights were flicked on, closing her eyes and putting her face back into the bed. How annoying.

"You're not ready yet?" It was the voice of her punctual companion Cezar, and she had no idea why the hell he was here and what the fuck he was talking about. His voice swam in her head as she tried to decipher what he had said, how to respond. All of the basic things that should have come easy were now harder than breathing and drinking at the same time. Every thought made it harder and harder. The pain gave her reluctance but the tired feeling she felt made it all into jumble. By the time she finally gave up she remembered him saying something about purple popcorn in the spring. She was hardly awake, her thoughts turning into small semi-conscious dreams that would assist in making everything into nothing.

"Did you just," she broke off the sentence with a sigh, having the hardest time putting them together with her reluctance. Her eyes being closed didn't work either, they begged her to drift off and she readily complied, "come in here for food?" she finished after a couple more seconds of silence. Her brain was dead. Her lungs were dead. Her arms were dead. Her legs were dead. She was dead. Dead with fatigue and some outlying force named Cezar trying to stop her from being dead. What a bastard.

"What? No, Xeda, we have to go." Go? Where? Her head started to conjure pictures of the memory of the spaceship, but it replayed over and over again, each ending with a different outcome. In one scenario they were on the rooftop, in the next they were outside of the apartments, in the next they were going to the bathroom, in the next they were just going to McDonalds. Now she had something about a hippo. How fun would that be? To be a hippo. Those weird poop-flinging beasts. She smiled to herself when she started to think about it, but frowned, realizing that that wasn't the subject and tried to force herself back. She had no motivation and quickly gave up.

"Where," she was barely able to say, her voice low. She wasn't even sure if he even heard her. Her mind started to go somewhere else now, the images of her small dreams coming up in her mind, entertaining her. It started out with her seeing walking down the hall until she ran into Game. He was standing there, waiting for something. He turned his head when she head her approach and she could see the white streak in his hair was gone and the thought crossed her mind of where it was and in the thought the dream began to lift away like rising clouds until she could vaguely hear Cezar's voice in the background but without a moments hesitation the clouds were back and she heard not a sound from him. Game was back again, standing the same way he had before, his hair streakless.

"Are you ready?" The taller looking dream-Game said to her. They were going to the ship to go get Len and he was nice enough to wait for her.

"There's nothing else to do," she said shrugging and smiling from the half-joke. Game waved his hand, which had a watch on the wrist, telling her to come on and started walking with her behind. It was five seconds before they came to the opening which led them outside to an apocalyptic setting. The ground was blackened and cracked, some places with burning fire. The buildings were greatly damaged and browned. She had the feeling she knew what had happened, but didn't come up with it. Ahead of them was everyone, smiling and whatnot as they readied to board the ship and-
Xeda opened her eyes a little, propping up her head some. Had she fallen asleep? That's what it felt like. She started to sit up, momentarily awake in her shock. How could she have fallen asleep? She looked around quickly, trying to put the pieces together in what time she had. Wait, Cezar. She looked behind her, seeing the boy one of his casual outfits giving her a relieved look.

"What did you say?" She asked him and then regretting it immediately when the pain in her head made her wince. It was coming back now. It had disappeared while she dreamed and now it was back with revenge. Cezar sighed, whatever hopes her had now seemingly crushed. She started to beg him to hurry up on a subconscious level as her eyes became heavy, urging sleep she tried to fight. She blinked often, revealing in the feeling of the darkness her lids cast, but dreading it as well.

"You have to come on. It's time to get on the ship," he repeated in a more urgent tone. Okay, okay. She nodded her head and turned herself over so she was sitting on the bed, her messy hair laying down in an odd, loose manner. Now she just had to.... ugh. She blinked again, this time keeping them closed for a while, thinking it would be okay just to have the good feeling of them for the short time but it proved negative because she started to dose again, more dream-like images dancing in her head. She could sleep like this. Sitting up. It would be so easy. "Xeda!" Okay, okay, God. You don't have to be a bitch about it. She put her hand on her bed, standing herself up to get going to... where now. Ah, fuck she forgot again. What... what were they doing? She stood near the bed, putting her hand on her head as she tried to think. Something about... something. What was he talking about? Something something about... God, could she just go back to sleep and think about it later? And some Tylenol or Advil would really help right now. Stupid headache.

No! No! She had to get her stuff ready. She looked around drowsily and slowly almost in a drugged manner. Xeda looked near her bed and tried to find her book Sea Song Screams. When she found it it took her a couple seconds staring at it to finally register that that was what she was looking for. She picked it up from the foot of the bed and then went to the corner of her room and to the present box she had. Out of it she took out three other books. It was the last ones from the series. Forge of Him, The Month of June October, and, The Junge. Now... where to put these. She carried them over to Cezar, who was getting her bags for her and nudged him with them, not able to actually say "Hey" at that point. He looked back at her, seeing what she needed.

"Can you put these in your bag? I don't have a lot of room in mine," she told him, handing him the books whether he said yes or no. He took them from her and she smiled, mumbling a thank you before walking away from him to finish her tasks. Now what to do now change? Oh who gave a shit they were just going to.... where were they going again? Why was this so hard to remember! Couldn't they just reschedule this? She glanced around the room, trying to remember if they needed something else. They? She meant she. Whatever. Over near the back of the door she saw a small pile of clothes she didn't recognize. It took her while of staring to remember that they were Game's. Images of last night's run with Adailia went through her mind before they were drowned in the seas of fatigue. She should probably get those back to him.

"Xeda," she turned her head to Cezar, "are you ready to go?" She looked around before shrugging. How the hell was she supposed to know? She could barely navigate. He sighed and just told her to come on before leaving the room. She following him, rather slowly, shuffling a little as she went, her head bobbing as she tried to stay awake. She was barely aware that Jason, Cezar's giant rabbit helper was there too, hopping behind him. Was he going to? She wasn't sure. Probably not. He was probably just there for assistance. He was an odd little bunny. He was furless and purely mechanical, but instead of having a blocky body, Jason's was smooth, almost like his metal was a layer of skin. It was a colorful thing too, silver with tings of purple and pink and blue that came from the way the light hit it. It was the only thing Xeda seemed to be able to focus and think about at the moment. She didn't know how long she was walking like that, but she must have been slow because she heard footsteps coming towards her and looked up, seeing Cezar coming back, this time without anything.

He probably went ahead because she was so slow and just took their things up there and came back for her. He probably told her and she just forgot or didn't even hear.

"Xeda, are you alright?" He asked her. She rolled her head to her shoulder, the only way she could think to be able to look at him properly.

"Just tired," she murmured. She thought she heard him say something again, but wasn't sure at all because it sounded like nothing. In an instant she felt herself being lifted up and for a second she woke up, angry and after that second she didn't care and just let it happen. Hoisted over Cezar's shoulder, she seemed to have a lot of time on her hands. Comfort wasn't really an issue for her because now she could just sleep. It wasn't many steps in before the image of trailing Jason turned into nothing.


When she started to wake up again she could feel herself moving as well as the brush of air on her skin, but she didn't open her eyes. They must have been outside now. It was cold her. It made her sleepier. When she was set on the ground she started to steady herself and quickly realized she forgot to put on socks or even shoes before she came out there, feeling the building under her feet. Whatever she'd put them on later.

"Let's this bitch," she mumbled as enthusiastically as she could, eyes still closed and slightly slouching. Too tired to be angry for even having to be up so early, she just had one goal. Get on the ship and go.


OOC: No Inspiration. No Motivation. Little Constipation. No Effort. End result? Crap post. Blarg.
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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Thu Sep 16, 2010 5:09 pm

In the short period of time that Game had given her to ready herself for such a seemingly long trip, Raevyn hadn’t done too badly. Her side bag, sitting on her disgruntled bed sheets, was filled with only the necessities. And one pair of spare clothing, in addition to the black tank top and cargo pants she was sporting at the moment. Her hair had been pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, tendrils leaping from its hold sporadically. She was regretting her decision already, and they hadn’t even taken off yet. Leaning against a wall, she slid to the floor, and leaned her head back, letting it bang against the drywall behind her. Ugh… she would have been better off in the forest. At least there she knew what to expect. In fact, she would likely be safer there. How could a group of a few mutant children manage to overthrow an entire guard of oversized aliens? Even she couldn’t bring someone back if they were already slaughtered and sliced to bits. Why was this girl that important anyways?

Raevyn muttered under her breath a few curses before pushing herself to her feet, and halting. A small picture of her family sat in front of her, in a miniature picture frame. It was peaceful, taken within the small orchard outside the lab. They were smiling. She tipped the picture onto its front, letting it crash onto her side table. Why had she kept that for so long? It was meaningless now. A random family from an unknown time. She huffed and slung her bag over her shoulder, knowing full well that she should have been upstairs ten minutes ago. Oh well. Whilst the mechanical door slid open, Raevyn glanced back, slipped to her night stand, scooped up the picture, and slid it into her bag. Then, just like that, she was walking down the dimly-lit hall, and sliding into the elevator.

Her finger hesitated on the main lobby option, considering. She wanted so much to just ditch. And forget about this fool’s mission. She blinked, and stabbed her finger into a button, causing the machine to lift upwards. It was surprisingly nauseating. When her destination was reached, the girl squinted in the bright sunlight, slightly taken aback by the spaceship. And a singly boy had created that with just his mind? She raised her eyebrows, and cautiously stepped towards the ship, now watching the fellow ‘galaxy-travelers’ intently. She mentally saved a picture of each. One, standing in the darkness of the shadow, looked...well...tipsy. She seemed about ready to fall over dead. Drunk, of course. Obviously from the party the night before. Another girl, who looked like a poster-child from a teen magazine, was talking to Game. Raevyn immediately disliked her. It was like an instinct. Two people, twins it seemed, and two others, one slung over the shoulder, were also present. And lastly, who generally crept her out, was an onyx-haired female.

Oh, wow, this should be fun.
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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Thu Sep 16, 2010 5:44 pm

'Awesome'. That was Ashton's word for it, he could tell she wasn't being sarcastic, or lying. She didn't have that twitch in her eye or the involuntary raising of her voice. She's just plain ignorant, then. This spaceship was anything but awesome. A death trap, yes. Awesome? Hardly. But, she obviously didn't see what he saw. All the holes in his mind that came from having built the whole structure. "Thanks." He said half-heartedly. Looking past Ashton and hearing faint voices on the outside of the spaceship. "Tell everyone to come inside, and be quiet about it, people are trying to sleep." The lucky people. He could hear Adailia's voice among those gathered outside. Ugh... This was going to be a long awkward ride. And if he couldn't stow everyone in the bathroom for five minutes, it would stay that way. It wasn't as if there was anything 'secret' to disgust, but letting your dirty laundry float in the air of a compact spaceship was never a good idea.

He glanced at Ashton, waiting for a second to see if she would go, but then, he swiveled in his chair. Looking away from her and out the cockpit window. Staring at some of the new arrivals. he was interested to see Yang and Yin there. They both had important purposes in this mission. And it wasn't just because Game had a physical crush on Yin. If that was the only case then he wouldn't have brought Yang. That bastard. But his flame powers were needed. To heat food, provide warmth, etc etc. Yin would make the perfect distractions, just in case they found themselves chased by some space police. There was light in Space, of course. He was just glad that he would have some eye-candy on this trip. Staring at space for hours would be so boring. One of the reasons the majority of the guests on this spaceship were girls. Though of course, he wouldn't say it out loud.

From the cockpit window, he could also see BRS. A refreshing sight. If she was here, there was no way they could die. She was a fighter. Designed to be. And besides, she didn't breathe air, so it was like having one less person on the ship. Hopefully, no one would catch onto the fact that she wasn't eating any food. She didn't even need to sleep. Though, hopefully, she'd know how to 'pretend'. His eyes captured Cezar and Xeda as well. Xeda well... Wiped out. Being carried by Cezar, and not barely looking as if she were responding to her environment. Is she dead or something? Oh well. He didn't actually know why he needed her on this mission, maybe so she didn't squeal to Cheryl about their escape, though Game doubted Xeda was the squealing type. He shook his head with a sigh, wondering if Xeda was going to complain through the whole trip. He didn't think he had the energy to deal with that.

And finally, came Raevyn. He was surprised and relieved that the girl had actually gone to see the spaceship. He had wondered if she would just skip out. He knew he would if some strange guy appeared out of nowhere, ordering her around. But he guessed Raevyn wasn't as rebellious as he thought she was, that or she had a heart. Either one was a sign of weakness.

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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Thu Sep 16, 2010 6:16 pm

Ashton nodded, ugh, why did she approach him in the first place? It would've been better to just sit there, like usual. Now she had to do actual work. She sighed and made her way over to Adailia, she looked sick to her stomach. "Uh, its time to go." she soon walked off towards the Yin and Yang twins. They looked rather excited, well, like Ashton was. "Hey, Yin, Yang! Its time to go. Game told me to tell everyone." she forgot Games rule. "Be quiet." Eh. Who cared? People could use an early morning wake-up once in a while. Ashton walked over to Raevyn, Ashton didn't know her that well, but she did serve a good power, healing. If any of them was to get sick she would be able to help. Although she did look moody and sort of … mean. Maybe.. "Uh, hey? Raevyn? Its time to go." she awkwardly called her name. The next few days would be long and tiring. She then walked over to Xeda and Cezar, other people whom she didn't know well, she shuffled her way over.

"Uh, Hey? Its time to go now." she motioned over to the ship, "Lets move." she made her way back towards the spaceship, picked up her bag and leaned against the heavy object. Had she gotten everyone? Yeah. It looked like it.
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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Thu Sep 16, 2010 8:43 pm

Adailia gave a nod, a fast jerk of her head. "'Kay," she mumbled. She hadn't brought much. Just a small gym-bag she'd kept from Earth and a few changes of clothes. And, surprise, a book. All her CD's had been broken thanks to that girl... And Cheryl...

To BRS, whom she knew sort-of well from their first encounter, she said, "I'm the only one here who can track Len down. Nobody really cares if my head hurts a little, so it doesn't matter." Totally true.

She sighed and looked at the entrance to the spaceship, frowning. Ugh. Long. Trip. And she didn't even utter a word to Game. She didn't feel like it and would probably knee him in the crotch again just for good measure.

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The twin's eyes brightened. "Okay~!" Yin sang, her movements light and almost as graceful as a dance. Yang sighed. She was so much more hyper since the party... He nudged her shoulder. "I'm not going to put up with you twirling on that little ship," he said half-heartedly.

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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Fri Sep 17, 2010 1:51 pm

"Woo!" Xeda cheered in her sluggish manner before stepping onto the small ship. She looked around through barely open eyes, trying to find the bed. The mystery behind the invisible things put a toll on her head. Maybe she just wasn't.... uh? She looked around, three hundred sixty degrees and nothing. Nothing at all. "Wh-where...?" She pointed towards the empty ground, "Where are the beds?" Where were the comfy things that promised good night sleep? The thought went through Xeda's mind before she decided it was too much work. She waved her hands at the ground dismissively, letting out a ground. "Ah, who cares?" She mumbled, finding some spot on the ground to lay on. She closed her eyes, the cold ground making her drowsier, and soon she was asleep, comfortable as ever on the metal surface.

Cezar sighed, now obligated to take the bags and put them on over in an empty corner. This was going to be one heck of a trip, but who was he to complain? Small living quarters, no beds, one chair, a window, and some other stuff? Would they get any better anywhere else? Probably not. It wasn't like they could buy one no less steal one. The only type of spacecraft they'd ever been on was the one that brought them here in the first place anyways. It was better, but what use could it have now? He didn't even know where it was at this moment in time. This was probably the best available now. But they'd all take it and whatever benefits they could get. And for the greater goal of.... of what? To save Len of course.
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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Sat Sep 18, 2010 5:08 pm

Game propped his head on his hand, leaning onto the left arm rest and staring with a bored look at the assembled humans. It was like looking at a picture of a group of astronauts, all bright eyed and brilliant. And then learning they blew up in a fiery conflagration. Their body parts raining down from the sky in a brilliant and burning display. He exhaled this horrible thought out of his mind. Suddenly he clapped his hands, getting up out of his chair immediately as he knew that everyone was in the room. He had rehearsed his speech thousands of times before, but it felt sort of weird to do it in public. For one thing, he didn’t like public speaking, it made him nervous, but he knew all these people, he didn’t have anything to fear from them, except for Adailia, but he ignored that memory.

“Good news everyone. For the next week or so. You won’t have to do anything at all. Just sit there and be happy. While pilot the spaceship, but we have some… Safety concerns, before we finally get under way, so before we g-.” he paused as Xeda interrupted his speech. Moaning about needing a bed. Game’s right eye twitched. He had gone into this speech with so much confidence, and now Xeda had ruined it, in the blink of an eye, really. In a second, the girl was out like a light, sleeping on the floor. “That’s another thing, there’s only two beds.” The minute he said that, from the roof top of spaceship, two long slabs of metal lowered themselves down. Floating in mid-air, just about five feet in the air. “All of you will switch off who is lucky enough to get the top bunk. Everyone else will be sleeping on the floor.”

“Anyway, back to what I was originally saying, someone tell Xeda about this when she wakes up, - if she wakes up-.” he corrected. “We will have to ration our food for the coming week.” he said, smiling brightly even though this was a horrible thought. “Yang.” he pointed at the boy. “Will be in charge of handing out the food, and providing heat. It’s cold out in space, so if any of you are freezing to death, snuggle up against Yang.” He yawned loudly, his lazy eyes staring down at the floor instead of the faces of his teammates. He wiped at his eyes, attempted to stay awake, for now anyway. “Adailia,” he said pointing at her, with the slightest amount of contempt. “You’re to track the aura of Len, throughout space.” That job was worse than it sounded, the girl would almost have to be as awake as he was, every day.

“Cezar, I don’t want you on this spaceship.” He scratched at his brown head, “Or what I meant to say was, we need you to conjure up some kind of pod or something to drive beside us. It’ll get too crowded in here if you don’t. But don’t worry, we’ll have a set amount of food for you as well, so you won’t go starving. Adailia, you’re going with him.” It was natural for him to want space away from the girl, but he ended up making it sound meaner than it needed to be. “We’ll develop some kind of system so that we can talk later. Maybe you can make a radio or something.” That was, if radio waves actually worked in space, he wasn’t sure. “Ashton, we’ll need you towards the end of the mission, there’s a generator housed on the spaceship that will need to be charged with electricity once we run out of fuel.”

“Bla- I mean BRS.” he said, covering his mistake almost immediately. “When the time comes, we’ll need your abilities too fight.” He left out the possibility that they could use her power system to power the ship. He would make sure to deal with that when the time came. “Raevyn, just stand there and look pretty.” He looked around, that was everyone wait… Oh, yeah, Yin. He smiled good-humouredly at the girl, a smile that said ‘like I’d forget about you’. “I need you to cast an illusion over the ship until we’re out in space. And even then, I need you to blot us out of existence, just in case we pass by another spaceship.” He pointedly used the word ‘I’ making the phrase much more ‘personal’ than the other crew members. He sat back down in his chair, twirling around in it. “Okay, let’s get this show on the freakin’ road.”
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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Sun Sep 19, 2010 3:15 am

The heck? What was that? Some type of freakish bird? Cezar tilted his head as he looked out the door of the ship, squinting now and then, as if it would help determine it. God, Sigma was weird. Seriously, what was that? He half expected it to be the type of bird that swooped down and snatched people up. It was a shock that he hadn't seen it before since it was just... so obvious. Really, you could see that thing even-- Eh?

Cezar turned his head quickly when he heard the loud clap of Game, standing up and doing... something. For a second he thought he missed a whole bunch of something, but as the speech went on he had the feeling he hadn't. He looked down at Xeda when she sorta interrupted the speech with one of her tired lines and was then asleep. He had a feeling that she didn't hear what he even said about a bed or even cared at that point, as long as she got to close her eyes and drift off into the one thing she needed most. He made a mental note to tell her. Through the speech though, he was mentioned and he had to scratch out that reminding thing.

Make a pod? And then take Adailia? What were the specifications of a pod? This looked like a pod and since pods are generally smaller than the ship, he assumed that he'd have to make one even smaller. Heh... well, how much room did he need after all? There were two people going on there, so there wouldn't be much of a problem. And besides-- He could have made a spaceship.... Just like that the thought came into his mind, strong and proud and declaring how naive he was no matter how smart. Of course he could have made a ship, and the thought of being able to do it and then not made him feel pretty bad. He felt the obligatory need to apologize even if he didn't want to. Really, who wants to apologize for being an unintentional douche? That's the crappiest job.

He sighed and grabbed his bag deciding just to deal with it later. He wasn't actually sure if Game really cared or not since he never actually asked him. It seemed that he already knew he could do it unless, like him, he realized only recently, which he had a feeling he hadn't. He went through the pocket in his bag, grabbing Xeda's books and laying them next to her. As he did so she mumbled something. He wasn't sure if that meant she was awake for some reason, probably the noise, or just talking in her dreams.

As if to confirm what he'd thought she raised her hand after the speech was over, saying "Got it" though very incoherently before dropping her heavy arm again and then, what Cezar thought, go back to sleep. She was quick to go to sleep and always quick to rise as well.

He got off of the ship not really giving a comment since one wasn't really needed. What could he say? "I don't understand"? How hard was it to? He wasn't the type to speak when there wasn't much to say anyways. He looked towards whatever space there was to make the thing, going over in his mind of what he could possibly create. Something reasonable but not too much work. He didn't actually feel like thinking hard about it even if it could be the death of him not to. You had to put so much thought into every detail because the thing leaves out anything you don't think about. It wasn't like you could just go over it in your mind later and edit it. No, once it was out it was out and it would take whatever means it would in the real world to fix or modify it the way you wanted to... unless you thought of special tool it could use for some crackpot reason. Nothing could be assumed, everything had to be final.

Cezar's very extensive thoughts were cut off when behind him he heard the voice of Jason. "Do you need help with your bags, sir?" He had said. Cezar looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. He expected the rabbit to be gone by now. He was only supposed to bring whatever assistance was needed before they blasted off and then stay behind. The rabbit was something he'd thought of when he was six and then rethought about when he was twelve and on that exceedingly boring spaceship just to pass the time. He was the first thing he'd made, and completely on accident. He was also the longest lasting one.

It dawned on him that, instead of making a pod-thing, he could just use Jason. He had some inspiration along the way of the ride-to-Sigma about turning into stuff and such. Thinking about it now he couldn't remember why exactly he wanted that since everything he made had some sort or purpose. Whatever it was, maybe it had something to do with now, but he doubted that he could predict something as outlandish as having to go save someone but then being booted out of the initial ship to make your own and then just happening to have Jason to make it all the easier, especially since he was actually normal then instead of normal with some freakish power. But hey, he wasn't bickering.

"Jason," he said, "can you turn into some sort of pod?" He asked him as if he didn't know, and he kind of didn't.

"Certainly," he replied, and in and instant his mechanical pieces were moving around to start to create something. He hoped it wouldn't be around the same size as him since, though big, he couldn't actually fit into Jason, but as the process went on he could see that whatever he was making was actually bigger than himself. He didn't see the sense in one thing turning into something bigger than itself using it's own parts. He had to remind himself that, at that time, things began to get slow on the ship. Everything began to just get weird as things really started to set in near the end of the first year. No one really cared if it made sense then, as long as it was there. Everything seemed to be a good idea.

The end result of Jason's formation was a white, round pod standing on two legs. At first glance it looked bigger than the Game Ship, but after a one minute inspection between the two it was apparent that Jason's was smaller. He could almost map out how the seats were arranged, if any, by the way it was shaped. He assumed the driver would be towards the snout and the passengers behind him, probably two. The smooth white pod looked like a complete creation, the door not in sight. It looked air tight and then he began to wonder if he thought of making a door then.

OOC: Since I just happened to be on the page, 'ere is the pod thing. http://psipunk.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/stalker-airship-by-kevin-judlin-01.jpg
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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Sun Sep 19, 2010 8:02 pm

Yang nodded at Game's request. "Can do," he said dully, looking around. Eh. Where exactly was the food? He didn't feel like asking, so he just stood there, close to Yin. He scowled at Game's next request. "I'm not a freaking heater, you know," he grumbled under his breath, coal-colored eyes angry as he glared at the floor. He felt a soft tap on his shoulder and looked over to see Yin, her smile brilliant. "We'll both be needed," she said happily. "Nii-san, at least we'll be of some use." He felt a guilty blush tint his cheeks. He'd been so self-absorbed... He hadn't heard Game's demand of Yin. She seemed to sense this and said, "I have to make the whole ship an illusion. Maybe a little star!" She seemed so excited, but he knew she'd tire easily. "Good luck, Nee-chan," he murmured, clapping her on the shoulder once. Yin smiled again. "Good luck," she said, mirroring his voice in a calmer tone. He nodded and turned, sighing. He'd have to put up with this, so he'd better get used to it...

At least he wouldn't be stuck in a space-pod-thing with Adailia the whole trip. God, he'd be dead in a heart-beat. He felt a little sorry for Cezar. Poor guy was going to deal with an exhausted, hung-over and gender-bent teenage girl. Lord. That sounded so unappealing....
Then he looked out the door, that was still open, and his jaw nearly dropped. There was like ten people on their tiny little ship with only two beds, and Cezar had made a ship that was only a little smaller for only two people! Not fair. But he was still glad for space away from them both.

Yin smiled and twirled, taking in a deep breath. She thought of a cloud. A bright yellow cloud that would fit in perfectly with the diluted red sky of Sigma. With fluffy wisps and curls and just the right amount of shadow. She held out her hands, fingers searching, gripping the tiniest threads of light in the atmosphere. Only a sliver of cerulean showed from her eyes, a small rim.

Her breath was shaky as she exhaled, then pulled in another breath. Her fingers stopped weaving the light for an instant, then she seemed to be pushing against something. In her mind's eye, she saw a small sleeve of a cloud. Color, very pale ginger. She was stretching it now around the ship. Around the little pod, too. That's what was taking so long. Finally she opened her eyes, beaming brightly at Game. "Game-sama!" she chirped, her hands dropping limply to her sides. "Our cover is up!"
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Adailia let out a hiss. She glared over at Game with a knowing look in her eyes. Without a word, she stalked out after Cezar. "Whoa. Cool, man." she said, her voice dripping with forced enthusiasm. But she wasn't lying. This was seriously awesome.

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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Mon Sep 20, 2010 9:22 pm

Don't compliment it! Now he felt like it was too nice. It's not like he meant it to be that way! He'd made this when he was twelve, maybe thirteen. With a little modification over the years... it was just what it turned out of be! And now he wished that he hadn't thought about it and just made something dingy because this was an insult to top the previous injury. If he didn't hate him before, he probably hated him now.

"Yeah, thanks," he said without much enthusiasm. This thing was more of a burden of isolation than an accomplishment that needed a good pat on the back. He didn't even know how to pilot it much less get inside of the smooth, white craft. He walked to the side of it, scratching his head as he tried to think and remember. What had he done to this? It was always harder to remember the things he made real. They always turned into fleeting memories no matter how recently they were made. He was tempted to say Open, Simsim and get it over with but he was almost positive that that was in fact the way to make it even harder to get inside.

Without warning the door to the pod opened a sound like releasing air coming with it, right on the side Cezar stood on, a stair-like piece attached to it. It came out slowly, a thing he noted wouldn't help much when a quick getaway was needed. It would have to do. He didn't know how to fix it. He peered inside when the door finished its sequence and silence began again. The inside was dark, tinted blue from the light of whatever gadgets were on the seat with the controls. He stepped inside, putting his bags onto one of the empty seats in the back and looking over the first chair at the front. There was a steering wheel and some other stuff he couldn't use as well as a small screen to the side which he hoped would be some sort of GPS. Or a small TV. That would be awesome. He looked away from the front and to the other seats. There wasn't much room to actually walk around. In fact, there was no room to do that. It was like a car. You step in and you sit down. The most walking room there was was a small path to get to the pilot's seat, but other than that, not much. It would be fine, he decided after a while.

He stepped back out of the pod, or Jason, actually, and back to the solid ground of the rooftop. "I guess it's good to go," he said with a shrug. He didn't know how it was powered. How to start it. Or how to drive it. But... he had his stuff in there.
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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Wed Sep 22, 2010 2:53 pm

OOC: Let's just say, EVERYONE POSTED! [Raeber, Ashton, Kyuu, *shakes head* Wow.]

Game sighed at Yang, shaking his head at the seemingly useless boy. Can't he take a joke? Nah. No, he was too much of a stiff for that. But he was instantly perked up by the fact that Yin had put up the cover for the spaceship. Winking at her, he swiveled in his chair, turning to look through the cockpit windshield. Game-sama... It kind of reminded him of Len's sayings callign him, 'Game-senpai'. Strange Japanese people... He held his hands out to the blank wall infront of him and almost instantly a hatch dropped open, and a long keyboard slid out. It glittered with various colorful buttons and nobs. Twitching one eye in concentration, his chair rose at least two more feet into the air, settling their so that he could touch the keys of the dashboard. He placed his palms flat on a circular blue area. And almost instantly, two levers shot out, Game let his hands curl around them and he smiled.

He nodded slowly and in response the door to the spaceship closed, compressing the air inside. And in response, bright white floodlights turned on, illuminating the inside of the spaceship as a whole. He didn't have to glance at Cezar's spaceship to know what it looked like. His telepathy told him everything, the shape, the size, the general looks. He almost had a clear picture of the inside as well. He felt as if part of his mind had just been taken away to compensate the memory of this machine. This involuntary act, gave him a nauseous and drowsy feeling, almost as if he were about to collapse from this intake of information. But he blocked out the visons of the craft, instead focusing on his own. He pulled on the levers, pulling them further from the keyboard until he could relax his arms on the arm race and still hold the levers. He eased back in his chair, feeling it cushion to his every side. He almost felt like he could fall asleep and never wake up, but... The task at hand woke him.

He listened to the thrusters as they spoke gently to him, purring like a beautiful persian. He commanded them with authority, twisting the dual thrusters until they pointed at the tough ground of the rooftop. Almost immediatly, blue light flared on the outside, as the spaceship finally began to rise. It was shaky as it began, no longer needing the dorsal fin, it seemed to melt onto the hull of the craft. It took but a moment for Game to adjust to this new change and he instantly knew how to command the vessel more effectively. Steadily they rose, furthur and furthur into the sky. Left behind was only a scorched mark on the earth, still boiling like tar. The spaceship rose into the sky, until it seemed to pull free of the gravity of the humans apartment, as it took on it's own area of potence. The spaceship was now high enough, that it could fly off. Game closed his eyes tightly, feeling the thrusters obediently obey his order to twist until they faced horizontally, pushing against the air and sending the ship forward, at first slowly, but escalating to outstanding speeds almost immediatly.

The spaceship zoomed forward, this difference in speed and altitude might cause illness to the passengers, Game himself was already beginning to feel the nausea, headaches, and the force of gravity on his spinal chord as the craft pushed at a diagonal path towards space. The ship vibrated constantly, shaking uncontrollably as if it might fall apart. A huge explosion sounded from behind the ship, and Game laughed hysterically. They had just broken the sound barrier. A feat that jet planes rarely managed. And in the first few seconds of his flight he had managed this. Behind him lay a cloud of mositure that had expanded the moment he hit the speed of sound. Lines of blue trailed behind the ship, and Game felt his jowls ripple with the burst of force that pushing against him, throwing him against his seat and making water roll from his eyes.

Flying so high in the air that the spaceship broke through the clouds, it only increased speed as it passed most of the atmosphere that surrounded the planet. Bright lights clouded his windshield now, and he realized that it was flames. Fire that burned off the spaceship from the intense friction it was causing. Once they reached space where there was no more oxygen, it would be fine. He had purposely made the front of the spaceship fireproof so that it would not simply disintegrate when exiting the orbit of the planet. Something that would be coming up very soon. That was the last hurdle he would have to perform, before he was home free. The pull of gravity resisted the exiting of the spaceship, a sensation would spread to all the occupants of the spaceship, giving them a feeling as if there bones had become jelly, and their spine was trying desperately to leap from their bodies. Not to mention the fact that any 'breakfast' would find it's way back out into the open air.

The spaceship began to slow, giving the impression that it had ran out of fuel and was going to descend back towards Sigma. But, urging his the thrusters to press on against the opposing force of gravity that held three moons in orbit. He managed to press out of range of the immense gravitational pull. Almost like a slingshot the spaceship rocketed forward, the light of stars becoming a blur, and gravity, turning off completely. Luckily for Game, he was still strapped into his seat, only his hair would lift towards the ceiling of the spaceship. He couldn't help but giggling, as the pull of zero gravity threatened to suck him into an immobile free fall. "The science of gravity sure is amazing." He managed to say, his words slurred and slight incoherent. He was still dizzy from the short lived fear and uncertainty of the race into space.

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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Wed Sep 22, 2010 5:42 pm

OOC: *gasp!* He's come to his bloomin' senses!

Cezar after Adailia got in the ship (whenever Rain would have posted that) sat in the pilot's seat, looking at all of the controls that sat in front of him. Goodness, how did this thing work? While Game was blasted off in space they'd still be here trying to figure out how the heck they get it on. It seemed like forever before he finally gave up. Too many buttons, too confusing. He should have made an instruction manual.

"Jason?" He said in an uncertain and exhausted tone, "can you fly yourself?"

"Certainly, Master Jones," the ship said back to him in the politest tone. "Would you like me to, sir?"

"Please," Cezar replied, relief flooding in his voice. He looked to his side automatically when steam-sizzle sound of the door closing, cutting off all possible space from flooding in and killing them all through its vacuum-like suction. When the doors close the steps folded in like blinds, the creases that ended them vanishing completely as the door became a new wall. The ship seemed to start up fully then, making the sound of a lawn mower starting up before quieting into silence. In front of him, the dark wall seemed to fade away, giving him a crystal clear view of what was in front of him, almost as if it had disintegrated and was gone now. He could see Game's ship as it started up, thrusters rotating before they shot out their red fires to elevate them from the ground. The ship was out of sight in short moments, making Cezar have to cram his neck to watch the spectacle. A short second later the ground seemed to fall under them as they too began to rise, than odd off feeling he always got when he was in the air starting to set in. A mechanical printer-type sound went off, making a sound of what Cezar thought were the two long legs sinking into the ship.

The watching it all was so surreal, almost like those indoor rides in theme parks. As the ship raised up it tilted itself towards the sky and, once again, Game's ship was in their view so they could see it in all its glory, facing towards the sky for its final run through and the moment of truth. Would the hulking, mind-made thing actually make it? Cezar could feel his weight pushing him back onto the seat and he began to worry. How come he didn't think up seat belts? What if he broke his neck!? He watched the thrusters shift and, with new power, was off in a second, cruising towards the top of the sky. The white ship stalled, watching them go, making the already profound anxiety worse as the wait seemed to take forever. Game's somewhat promising ship was getting smaller as they sat there and he wondered if they'd get going already or if they would have just sat there for the longest. He was hoping for the latter.

Suddenly and without warning, Jason shot off in one quick burst, pushing Cezar farther back into the seat than he thought he could actually go. As they rose they went at faster intervals, pushing each limit, but not letting the Game-dot get any bigger. His heart pounded in his chest, terrified by the sudden jerk of the aircraft; adrenalin making the scene that much better. His heart seemed to try and beat out of his chest when he heard an ear-splitting crack. It was like a million bull-whips went off a the same moment just to create that perfect sound. The ship jerked again, going faster into the sky. A line of the purest blue rushed at them at incredible speeds, threatening to hit them full on a toss them right back into the streets of Sigma. Again, he heard the familiar crack and the blue line seemed to disappear without a trace, save for the thumb her heard against the windshield.

The onslaught of g-forces made his body quickly react, breathing quickly and heavily as it tried to cope with the massive strain. It was like a roller coaster of supercharge. He read about all of the training pilots had to go through for this crap and had a feeling that he should have fallen out a couple miles ago. He wasn't very confident that he'd actually be able to stay awake through this. Almost in confirmation, he heard a sound like an odd pump when something changed in the ship. Everything felt... normal. He could see them moving at the same speed but instead of being hit by tons of force, it felt like he was sitting still and it was the oddest sensation. Instead he could hear the air shooting past them outside, something he didn't catch before. Maybe that was his fault. When he heard the noise he could tell that there was something different about the sky than it was just a millisecond ago. He came to the conclusion that he actually had fainted and Jason had fixed the problem by regulating the inside. He would have thanked the rabbit-ship, but he didn't, thinking that he'd break its concentration.

Cezar watched, relaxed now, as the sky started to light up with the specks of stars and the light of day slowly get darker as the glorious vastness of outer space came into full view. He felt like coughing blood when the feeling of motionless driving was shut off quickly and he could feel the planet pulling them back like it had a hand on them. The ship jerked once, then again and off it was again, soaring out of the pull with ease and finally slowing down when the danger of being violently thrust back into Sigma was gone. He could tell that they were home free when there was a severe lack of pressure on him. He started to grin, but it disappeared when he had that familiar feeling in his stomach and he started to float upwards. He didn't get two inches from his chair before he heard the familiar pump sound and was thrusted back into his seat, feeling the gentle hug of good ol' gravity once again. It was a fun sensation short lived, but there wasn't exactly ample room for them to enjoy anti-gravity.

The Jason-ship began to move at a steadier pace when Game's ship became less of a dot and was, he guessed, a good couple meters in front of them. He stared out, recounting the events up until now. It was.... exciting. There was no question, it was the best thing in the world. It was too amazing to ruin it by breaking the silence with words, not right now, it wasn't the time. This was the time to revel in it and enjoy the accomplishments of everything. The melancholy of revisited space would not, could not make this less than what it was.

"Awesome..." He whispered after long moments, saying the only word he could think of to sum it all up.

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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Wed Sep 22, 2010 6:24 pm

Ashton looked around, everybody was grabbing hold of their bags and climbing up the stairs towards the seating area as well as bunk beds. She didn't know who anyone could sleep, but she guessed that they were trying to get some rest before they had to stay awake for the rest of the next few days. She lunged down, grabbed her bags, tossed her items over her shoulder and slowly made her way over, the weight of the clothes pulling her down, Ashton's personality seemed strong, but physically, she was as weak as string. She rested her hand on the rail and climbed the stairs up towards the ships interior. She looked inside and her heart sank a tad bit. It was nothing like the ship she had came on about … four years ago was it? Wow, time sure flied by fast. It was sort of depressing … Shaking that out of her head she turned to where she was supposed to sit on this 'journey'.

There was nothing. Nothin'. Nothing! She tried to not let her jaw drop but … she couldn't help it. There was a front, a bathroom, and two bunks. Her thoughts about the adventure suddenly turned foul. This was going to suck. She threw her bags on the floor and studied the ship's interior. In the front was a whole bunch of bottuns, switches, knobs, foot pedle-y stuff, and yeah. Not Ashtons piece of cake. She was technically challenged. Almost everything but a cell phone was strange, weird, and hard to work. She only had a computer and a cell phone, when she was eleven. Four years ago. She looked at the back, there was a small door, she guessed that that was the washroom. It looked so tiny… She sighed, she would hold it in as much as she could possibly, and she would try to preserve her hair and make-up. She was relived when she remember that she had a mirror in her compact.

Next to the washroom was two bunk beds… and that was it. The beds were tiny, only enough room for one, and the sheets smelled… Ew. She thanked God that she brought a pillow… "This is going to be … fun." she said aloud to no one in particular. As everyone settled in, she looked around, wouldn't it be bumpy? Bags and such sliding around? Uh no ... she was wrong. As the Spaceship took off so did the girl. She was suddenly lifted off the ground, everything but the Bunks and the stuff strapped down. Her hair was wild ... There goes the hours I spent flat ironing it... She thanked god that she didn't wear anything too fluffy. Or else ... you know what would happen. Her head hurt and her stomach turned as the bolted off. Why hadn't she packed an advil? She was worried about breakfast repeating its self. That would suck... She couldn't get over the pain in her head. "Owie." she muttered under her breath.
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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Wed Sep 22, 2010 7:45 pm

Adailia sat down, gripping the arm rests tightly. Almost as soon as she had, they were off. It was like a super-fast roller-coaster. Her stomach flipped. She thought it'd been left back in Sigma. Thank God she hadn't eaten breakfast... That wouldn't have been pretty. Her heart, she hated to admit, was pounding against her rib-cage, making a loud thud sound in her ears.

As soon as anti-gravity, and then gravity, regulated again, she grinned. "Totally," she agreed. Her arms felt all limp and noodle-y, but the rush of adrenaline was worth it. So completely. She'd always loved thrill-rides and horror movies... Like some of those morbid people who found entertainment that way. She missed that good ol' jolt of pure energy that raced through her veins....

Her eyes brightened, shining bluer than water at the Bahamas from the starlight reflecting from them. It must have looked really weird. Her eyes all glowing and stuff. But she didn't really care. She ran one hand through her hair, impossibly tangled after being bumped-and-cajoled around the tiny ship, and focused. "I can't sense her signature yet," she murmured with a frown. What kind of tracker couldn't even pick up the trail....? She dropped her focus on everything else, expanding her powers throughout space.

Her body leaned forwards in the seat, fingers curling around the edge of the arm rest as she scanned the empty horizon. She could see Cezar's aura next to her-a lime-green color that was pleasant to look at. Relaxing. Good. This would give her a headache after a while. Ahead, she could see the ship Game had made. Just his name in her thoughts sent a wave of repulsed nausea. She swallowed thickly, scanning their auras to make sure they were all alright. There was Game's cheeky-pink aura, at the front. Then Ashton's languid blue, and Yang's red-orange. Yin's aura was a positively joyful yellow, and Xeda's was a pulsating dark red. It was a kaleidoscope of colors and swirls. Eyes searching, she found the lost-looking violet of Cheryl's drunken aura. And... She couldn't quite name that other aura. Lenina? It was a weird color. She'd only seen it once, when she'd been watching an old movie where someone betrayed someone else. It was a color that made her stomach curl on itself, made her want to retch up pure stomach acid and rub it in her eyes to get the sight away.

A positively putrid indigo-green color. She forced herself to focus on it, eyes narrowed. Yeah, it was definately Lenina. It had her erratic shape and everything. Her stomach curled again and she leaned back, letting out a breath. "They're all okay," she muttered, lifting one hand to her face. Upon feeling the hot, sticky mess that made her hair plaster to her face, she grunted. Damn. She'd been so focused that she'd started sweating... Wow... A teacher would have killed for her attention back on Earth...

But it had really bothered her. Lenina's aura was a treacherous color. Did that mean she was a traitor? How could she be? She was human, just like the rest of them. The whole motley crew had broken or imperfect pasts. She couldn't turn on them... Could she?

((Pretend Yin and Yang are doing something productive... *Muse died half-way through post* :x))
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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Thu Sep 23, 2010 7:25 pm

Loud noises and someone with a hangover do not mix at all. Cheryl silently cried in agony as her head felt like it was about to explode in the most violent manner, possible or not. She clawed at her head begging for relief from the onslaught. She’d rather take death than this! When she thought she couldn’t handle anymore a shockwave of noise on a higher scale boomed through the city. The shattering of glass echoed horribly around her. Some slickness trickled down the sides of her head accompanied by a massive roaring of blood in ears. But like all climaxes, it decreased after that. She lay there under the covers, glass shattered scattered around her room. Cautiously she rubbed a finger on a moist side of her face and looked at a red covered finger. She needed to clean that up. Ever so slowly she lifted the blanket off her head. But when the tiniest of cracks appeared and light flooded in she thought God had just descended right in front of her. Except this light was way more harsh than any holy light could be. Like a vampires she shrouded herself back in darkness and laid there a couple of moments. She worked up the courage to make a mad dash to the bathroom. The road was a long and dangerous one. When she plopped down on the side of the tub she was about to kill herself to be released of this the misery. The florescent lights were killing her even more, she had teetered wildly into her dresser, and the bottom of her feet was bleeding from stepping on the glass.

About an hour later the teenager stepped out of her room, feet bandaged and wearing her normal attire. A hand was still shielding most of the light out of her eyes and her footsteps irked her. Right outside her room was a little present wrapped all Christmas-y. She plucked it up and stared at it for a few heartbeats. She tore at the wrapping paper and flinched at the sound. Inside the little box sat a pair of glasses with a burgundy colored frame. She picked them up and looked at them, frowning. Why would she need glasses? She slipped them on, curiosity getting the best of her. A sensation rippled along her skin that the glasses frame touched. In her mind a little robotic sound dinged and said, “Uplink in progress.” Her pupils contracted in the fear of what that meant. This must be some sort of alien mind-control machine trying to get into her brain. “Syncronization complete,” it chimed and then there was some odd pulsing feeling in her head. Then the lens darkened to keep out enough light so her eyes wouldn’t be agitated and a low humming in her ears seemed to make her ears less sensitive to noises. Yep, curiosity just killed the cat. “Welcome to VIZOR.” VIZOR? A memory triggered from around the time they first arrived here. There was this intergalatical uplink object that was really popular. But it got outlawed when people were finding ways to get rid of the restrictions. “Connection secured. Restrictions, none. Recent news check?” No restrictions? This will be great. Alright, time to get surfing.

The lens of the glasses popped up a screen showing footage of the area around the apartments. “Unidentified object caused destruction by means of what appears of a sonic boom. Local officers have yet to find the causes but speculate it was a cloaked space vehicle going out orbit.” And that’s when Cheryl’s anger flared. Game must had left without her. There was no doubt. Without thinking about it she charged towards the stairs, taking them two at a time when she got there, and arrived on the second floor. Her vision was tainted red and a bomb rested in her palm. She yanked open Game’s room door and tossed it in and daintily shut the door behind her. As she walked away a boom sounded and the door fell down with smoke curling out. For some reason the inside of the lens turned into mirrors and reflected her eyes. Actually they weren’t her eyes. These were purple and a red liquid was seeping out of them. She blinked the manifested anger away but her eyes were still purple. A side-effect she guessed. Not like she cared much anyway.

OOC: Yeah someone put her present from Cezar outside her door X3 Though it probably failed in interestingness :I

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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Fri Sep 24, 2010 5:04 am

OOC: ... The one thing she wanted most were.. sunglasses? XD
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PostSubject: Re: Continue? [SPACEWALKERS ONLY]   Fri Sep 24, 2010 5:17 am

OOC: XD She has a hangover. . .Of course she wants to banish the evil light! Lawl

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