RP Anarkos

This blood must have been unrelated to Miles' death because he died from a drug overdose, not a stab wound....

 

Hawke sighed as he finally gathered all of the items he needed to begin his work. He locked his door and threw Miles' corpse onto a plain, steel table. "It's been a while since I've sewn someone up..." Hawke began the procedure.

 

"HA, it's good to be awake!" Screw said cheerfullly. "Waaaaaaait a sec... Where's everyone?! Why's my battery low?"

Calculating. . .
MISSION: Help and protect master.

"I know what to do! I was built for that!"

Masters:
Creator-Left -MISSION FAILED
Miles- Suicided -MISSION FAILED
Kerry- Killed -MISSION FAILED

Screw looks at the floor and whispers. "So it was all my fault...?"

A.I. STATUS: Defective.
This A.I. is danger to itself and for everyone around it.
A.I. transfer recomended.

"Def-ect-ive? B-but I... tried..."

Battery at 35%!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

 

Alex leaves the restaurant and begins looking for something else to do in the town.

 

Hawke seems strangely unconcerned with the screams of agony and misery coming from Screw as he finishes sewing up Miles. "Back to the cooler for you...."

 

Kerry hears a mechanical scream and rushed towards the sound. He see his friend Screw acting crazy.

 

A notification pops up on a few screens stating that a crew member has beamed to the planet.

 

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUE- eh?" Screw turns around. "Eeck! GHOST!" Analizing. Kerry: organic-> ALIVE (?) Screw seems very embaraced. "I-I didn't saw you in half did I? hehe..."

 

Panacea appears next to Alex. After a quick look at its surroundings, it turns to the Floran. "What have you found so far?"

 

"Nothing. Apparently there isn't even a Tyrous Co. employment center here." He pauses. "There were also some creepy goat-cultists."

 

A few creepy goat-cultists appear over another hill in the distance.

 

"Crap, I think those are some now!" Alex says, pointing to the hill.

 

Hawke cradles his fluffeh kitteh in his hand. "I love you Kat!"

 

2cute4u

 

It kicks him in the face, sending him flying across the room into a wall-Snapping his neck.

 

"Touche."

 

Alex doesn't know what's going on.

 

Hawke beams down next to Alex with a neck that is magically fixed. "IT'S TIME FOR OUR OBLIGATORY INTER-GROUP CONFLICT! I CHALLENGE YOU TO A SPAR!" Can we change this RP into semi-silly?

 

"Greetings, good sir! I accept your challenge!" Alex nimbly draws his blade.

 

The sun rises high overhead.