RP Regardless(Prequel to Disregard)

{ Miraa grabs Daggeres fin and pulls him along }

" Leeets goooo! "

 

He reluctantly follows the little girl out of the hip, mostly out of fear of getting his fin damaged more than anything...

 

{ Miraa looks at Daggeres as she drags him outside }

" Daggeres? Do you think we'll be safe here? "

 

He sighs...
"I hope so Mirra... I hope so..."

 

{ Miraa tilts her head, she smiles and continues on }

" Whats its name? "

 

{ Mirra turns as if she is about to speak to Daggeres, but she trips on her tail in the process and falls to the ground with a thud }

" Wah! "

{ Oh no. She looks as if she is about to cry }

 

The metal catches fire with a bright light!

The crowd has thinned out since you started your magic trick, however it's still pretty heavy, you can go north, north west, or north east.
To the south is the border of the city and that could be dangerous.

The crowd seems to gravitate toward the center of the city, probably where trade and information is in excess.

[CON: Close success]You are relatively uninjured, however your knee still is a little sore from hitting the ground directly.

 

The adventurer started to head towards the centre of the city; information was certainly high on his list of priorities. A decent set of maps of the local area would also not go amiss.

 

{ Miraa wipes her eyes, she looks up at Daggeres }

" Ow.... "

 

He helps her up to her feet. As much as he disliked baby sitting, she's still pretty much the freaky mutant little sister he never had...
"It's okay, you're a big girl now! You don't have to cry."

 

She looks around herself

 

{ Once Miraa gets up she gives Daggeres a well meant, albeit painfully strong hug }

" Where's the town? "

 

"*whuff* C-Careful Mirra! Not everyone *huff* is that... *ow* resilient!"
He looks about the area.

 

{ Miraa un-hugs him, she follows his example and looks around }

" I wonder if they will have flowers, or maybe oranges! "

 

Plunging his hands in his coat he starts looking for his employer to the north.

 

{ Miraa tugs at Daggeres scarf }

" Do you have any batteries? "

 

He checks his satchel. @quitaren12

 

-byron
He continues pressing on with the flamers, always alert

 

He threw the metal at the city, if they were there.

 

The bustling city of Prosper offered lots of shops and makeshift stalls to approach, however a lot of them were crowded, if you were to try to buy or look at any of them then you'd have

^^
Everyone seems to be especially concentrated in what seems like the city square, where a man stands on a box, above even the taller races.

A large pack of batteries are present at the bottom of the bag, just as you packed.
As for looking around, you and @Arra (Miraa) find your ship landed next to a cave just on the outskirts of the city, out of the very thick brush a Hylotl man in old timey exploration gear steps into the clearing as his bones crackle and pop.
"OH darn. I really thought I'd be the first here, well I guess to the spoils go to the victor!" He shouts in the voice of an older man. On closer observation he does seem to be older.
You both as well appear to be in the middle of a small clearing in a thick forested area, you can't see but over the horizon there's a city just about a kilometer away.

You hear one of the platoon members behind you gasp, but they go silent.

(As Byron)
@zeskorion through the flames your group spots a bright flame shooting straight upward, it looks different from the flamethrowers from your group.