Break! IC

[PEFA Harker]

After a short rest, Harker went out again from the plane, the bright afternoon sun shines on the dead island, he again scanned around with the arcane sensor, that fur still inside the hangar, seemingly static.
He finally decided to etch his name on the elemental rifle's barrel, and put it on the ground in front of the hangar pointing the direction he is heading to: his campus, which belongs to one of the top university in magical engineering, the subject he mastered in.

[Babydoll Animis]

Waiven saw Thomas' face scrunch up a bit, "whats wrong?" he went to his side and rubbed his shoulder a bit

[Ryan Naismith]

"Ah..." Thomas gave a sigh, shaking his head vigorously "that... Wasn't water! Damn... That's some strong stuff!"

[Babydoll Animis]

Waiven giggled and rubbed between his shoulderblades, "hope you can hold your vodka."

[Ryan Naismith]

He rolled his eyes "pfah! Of course I can!" He clears his throat, and then, in his best Russian accent, says "I am true comrade!"

[Babydoll Animis]

Waiven looked around then back to Thomas, "so... what happened to Shane? he fell... but thats all i remember..."

[Ryan Naismith]

Thomas gave a shrug "I was passed out for most of it... I'm probably as good a reference as you are."

[Tina]

Niv was back at the hanger where he found the drone parts. No survivors had shown up and now he was sad. "Well Einstein its time to leave." Niv commanded the other drones to get in the plane and then started up the engine again. He began to fly the plane away from the island, but to where exactly he didn't know. He decided to take one last look at the island through the plane's exterior camera.For a moment he thought he saw movement on the shore. He zoomed in and saw that there were in fact live furs there. He turned plane around to get a better look.  "No it couldn't be...Waiven, Thomas!" Niv could clearly see it was them through the camera. He turned on the sound system and his Microphone. "Hey you guys!" Niv was so excited that he almost started to land there, but then realized how stupid that would be.

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

     (((*Hits Pause Button*)))

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[Tina]

((Thanks that will be needed soon. If people notice Niv's fly by.))

[Ryan Naismith]

((*dives in from McKinney* so, I'm assuming thomas and Ven are on the roost?

[Tina]

((Yes this was mentioned at the beginning of the RP actually. Our next destination is the closest island i'm guessing, Wildil. Now lets get back on track, Niv is doing a fly by with a sound system blaring his voice to Waiven and Thomas.))

[Whitepaw Niniichi/Enigir Shosa]

(((Your characters, your destinations! I realise I started this but there's a nice OOC thread just over there, *points sheepishly* - Gir)))

     She sat down at the controls of the six-man private airship and wiggled her tail.
     Behind her, 'it' sat down. The black wolf, the data extract from the fallen island. It needed a body before it became operational as a makeshift Guardian. Until them it was just a useless living data construct. Not even good for technomancy.
     The clasps of the last functioning +++Shi14 15LańD+++DATA CORRUPT+++ opened and the blocky silver airship slid away. In a bluish purple haze the island disappeared, never to be visited again.
     The techno-magical micro airship lurched forwards as two magic circles made themselves apparent and increased the speed twofold. It was time to take stock of the archipelago's situation firsthand...

[PEFA Harker]

((But Harker is still on his way to his labratory to find some remnants of their high-tech (or high-magic?) equipmemts, can't just leave him......maybe let he use a radio or sort? BTW,my phone sucks, have a 250 character limit,so I can't type long))

[Ryan Naismith]

Thomas looked over at Niv, clucking disapprovingly as he saw him go in for a landing pass. "What the hell are you doing, going to land on a beach?" He shook his head. If he wanted to land at all, and it would be risky landing on the roost, he would use the main road, relatively devoid of cars... The air-strip he used to land himself, was now pockmarked by shells... Or at least that's what he would do if he were in their place. Save the infrastructure for looting, destroy possible escape routes. He looked up to the plane, waving. If he could get him to his plane, if it was still there, he had a plethora of tactical gear he could use. And something to fix up his leg,