Imperial Guard Plot

"We request entrance" she says to them.

Guard: on who's authority?

"His" she points to Arminius.

guard: and who's he?

"Your leaders son, so you might want to let him in"

Guard:....you're Arminius?
Arminius nods
Guard: prove it.

The sister doesn't know what to do

OOC *inhale exhlae*

Arminius draws a long, tribal knife. upon seeing this the guard offers his hand
Guard: welcome home
Arminius: *takes it* thankyou my brother

Ooc: that's how breathing works. And hello.


"Should I stay here or?"

Arminius: no no, come in with me

*Vincent pulls his cloak which Melissa still wears*
Vincent: Give my cloak back!

OOC ...wait... thats how you breathe?! i have been doing it all wrong this whole time!

"The cloaks in the sentinel"

the door opens and arminius enters

She follows, boltgun hanging from her left hand like a attack dog.

g2g, lunchtime, will be back in bout half an hour

Ooc: alright seeyou.

ooc im a still here

OOC. azrok, mah man!
ive been waiting for you this whole day

well its morning here soooo how you been naz!

OOC: neglected, mostly.

Vincent: Oh.
*He gets back to the sentinel*

*hugs Naz* better

OOC: ...i dont like hugs.... nor do the people who hug me.... apparently, im too bony for that to be comfortable for them...

melody+sister do you hear me I see the cult leader do you want me to fire?+

ooc I make up for it for being huskey

I has returned

OOC: to the civvie plot!

alrighty then

Ooc: my mind got blown.

it did?

Ooc: was talking about how much money coke makes per hour...


Ic: "your father isn't insane"

Arminius: I told you he wasn't

"You don't mind if I keep my guard up though?"

Arminius: of course, nowhere's safe on this planet anymore, eh?

"Apparently not, though... Where is safe anymore?"

Arminius: exactly

"I hope he I don't bring back memories"

Ooc: dammit autocorrect!

Arminius: we'll see, we'll see

They walk to the main place where his pa pa is at.

there is a large, armoured man in the corner, his back to the pair, facing a roaring fire

Vincent: The church of the Circrotgle is safe.

"Ehm" she gets his attention.

I'm back
sorry

ooc: me too, sorry.

OOC: morning you guys! (Unless you're in the UK in which case afternoon!)

OOC hello!
and yes I be in the UK

Ooc: I need tea dammit!

Ooc: and gorath your turn foo.

OOC: I miss the UK....I miss decent tea.....I ran out of PG and Yorkshire on my last teabag of Tetley