Voda Vosa
First Post
Arac-Knight
A-K is bit taken aback, but finally says to the brain in the jar: "Let me guess, you are Xokzatle." He looks at the glass next to the name sign. "Do you eat?"
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Arac-Knight
Prowess 7
Coordination 4
Strength 5
Intellect 4
Awareness 4
Willpower 4
Stamina: 9
Determination: 2
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"Of course I don't. What kind of stupidly obvious reply did you expected?" ringed the brain through a stony voice booming from the solid yellow stone altar.
Crackshot, aka Chazz
Not wanting to disappoint his fans, Crackshot opted to arrive via helicopter rather than a tacky limo. As the machine roared overhead, he was lowered gently to the ground by a safety wire, waving all the while. He took nearly fifteen whole minutes to walk the red carpet into the building itself, pausing to give autographs, photo ops, and generally bask in the audience's warm glow.
He was escorted to the VIP section and seated at the VIP table by a pair of sultry Asians decked head to toe in designer clothing and jewelry. As he sat, he sighed and said, "Seriously? They didn't get me my own table?" He leaned back in his chair, looking around at the others who were already gathered at the table. "I don't recognize you people. Are you also multi-millionaires who could afford to buy this whole building if they wanted, just so they could get their own table?"
"Of those frivolities I do not speak. I am here for my own reasons." states Xokzatle.