World at war IC

[Ferrix]

"I assure you, it would take quite some effort to break the lock I will place on that door," Barak looks around, "I may be able to manage a slight distraction, but I hope we don't have to bother with it."

 

[Moonstone Spider]

"Alright then. Should we stick together as a group, or split up and have some of us cover the escape routes?"

 

[Bront]

"That sounds like a plan," Orb says, somewhat nervously.

 

[Moonstone Spider]

"Well, if we're all ready I'll get started on my act then."

 

[Mallak]

"I suspect we'll be on after you, right Rickol?"

 

[Jdvn1]

"Um... yeah, sound great!" Rickol gives a fake smile and winks at his sister. "I think we'll all stick together, unless someone has to split off for some reason."

 

[Ferrix]

Barak nods absently at the conversation, his mind not focusing his slightly abused hearing to pick out the exact words, but he got the idea.

 

[JonnyFive]

As the party formulates there plans, a croud begins forming at the foot of the stage. catcalls for the entertainment, and most in particular Orb, come wafting throught the stage backing.

 

[Jdvn1]

"So it's you first, Jaceth--Ross and I will be right after you. Are you ready?" Rickol fidgets at the sound of the crowd. He wants to hurry and get into that barracks.

 

[Bront]

Orb nods her approval while she tunes up her harp.