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The science fiction rollplay for members of Flight of Fancy. |
"Shut it, this is NOT my home!" yelled the furious Chrysth. He rammed forward as if to attack the strange man, but stopped and controlled his temper in time. He took a deep breath, and slowly, as if it pained him to get the words out, he said, "I need to stay here for a time, with my, er, friends." Zalla, standing behind him smirked at the word 'friends', but was elbowed by Trine. The creature took on a smirk much like the nature of Zalla's. "Oh, do you? And why should I? Do not you owe me?" "I owe you nothing, Hebtu." "If it weren't for me you'd still be here, and you know it." "I escaped myself, without, or should I say, despite you." snapped Chrysth. Hebtu chuckled. "I care not what you think, I decide what goes around here. You could call me 'Protector' even." "How would you know about our system, slime?" "I have my ways. If I were you I'd shut my mouth before I'm too insulted to let you stay." Chrysth glared at him for a second, then turned around. "Trine, Saffire, Sebile, Mystic, go ahead back into the ship and prepare to lock it down. Zalla-" he turned and stared her in the eye, "Come with me." |