forum Destination: The Front (Fire and Ice)

Started January 24, 2019 by @Mr.Misfit

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"I should probably introduce myself, I'm Crisp, Crisp Dragon. And yes, its a VERY ironic last name, since I am a dragon."

Griffin walks in the room with a straight face. He stops beside Crisp and glances at him, "It's been a while since I've seen you" Griffin and Crisp had been acquaintances, but they went their separate ways eventually. Griffin sighs and looks at the girl, "You can put the gun down. Crisp here wouldn't harm a fly, but as for me…" Griffin thinks for a minute "I won't kill you…yet"

Brella smiled, but didn't drop the gun just yet. Her wings flared, and the gun began to glow.

"I could spear you straight through, buddy boy. Be careful what you say."

To Crisp, she asks, "What do you mean by new? There is no 'new' here."

"I just got here. They have enslaved me, but i'm free now. Hopefully. I haven't seen any tags or anything on me." Crisp is still holding his hands up, but seems a bit more relaxed.

Griffin sends a piercing glare at Brella, and clenches his fists, expecting a fight

"Griffin, you can calm down, also hello by the way." Crisp giving a smile.

Brella kept her gun pointed at Crisp, and moved to a drawer to pull out a scanner she modded.
She pointed it at Crisp.
Nothing.
Then the other guy.
Nothing. She lowered the gun.

"Sorry, 'eryone. I'm closed. Workin' on a personal project. If it's a two second thing, I can set you up, but that's it."

By the time she'd finished her last sentence, she was already back to work on the bug.

"It's fine. You mind if I watch you tinker a little bit? I don't really have much to do." Crisp putting down his arms, and picks up his stuff.

Casting him a sideways glance, Brella shrugged, "On any other day, I'd say no. But informant or not, you won't be seein' me on this planet soon enough. Sit down, buddy."

Brella indicated the work stool in the corner, "That one for the dragon. It's better suited for the weight," she lifted her head to look in his direction, "no offense."

'None taken." Crisp slides the stool over, and watches curiously as she tinkers.

Griffin looks at Brella with criticism. "Already in the first few seconds and I have a feeling like I shouldn't trust you. Maybe you pointing the gun on us has something to do with it, but still, not cool. Besides, why were you so instinctive to draw a gun on him?"

"Griffin, I don't blame her, in this day and age, it's like hell out there at times." Crisp gives Griffin a glace, then goes back to watching.

"Fine. I still don't like her" Griffin pauses, "And if you do so much as scratch him, I'll tear you limb from limb"

(Ok.)
"Griffin, just calm down for gods sake!" Crisp says, getting annoyed. "I'll be fine."

"So long as he don't bother me, I won't bother him. Take care that you don't make too much noise, please. I don't want the black market crowds pointing me out."

"Sorry. I'll quiet down a bit."

"Y'know what? Fine. I'll give you an inkling of my trust. Should I keep watch? I'm trusting you not to kill him."

Brella smiled as she worked, attaching the resistor just so. She thought back to little Elizia, the girl who's mother used to bring her to let Brella look after her.

Taking advantage of the silence, Brella decided that she fancied conversation.

"So where are you headed?"

(Oops, sorry.)

"No, stick around. I'm almost done, anyhow, then I'm outta here."

"I have no clue, just hopefully somewhere safe." Crisp realizing he has no plan to where he's going.

Griffin leans against the wall and looks up at the ceiling, as if he's recalling something. He looks at Brella, "What do you even do here? Some of these gadgets I've never seen before."