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Trexasle last won the day on January 16 2013

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  1. Trexasle

    Hold Your Vines

    It was the headaches that reminded him that sometimes he wasn’t exactly made to be on this world. They weren’t constant, but it was clearly something that Ignored Leon to no end. Rubbing his hands in between both temples, it had been a while since he had started his travels. His travel through the Broken Planes wasn’t actually intentional, He just needed to get back to his ship. He had decided that it was a good idea to travel through Yh’mi. Looking down at what seemed to be a watch he was growing a bit worried. It was set to run out of power soon, and he would probably have to find a good means to recharge it. While he could do it himself, he would probably need that power for later. Suddenly he heard a clash. Various weaponry being sliced through body parts, he would recognize that sound everywhere and while many probably wouldn’t have heard it from the distance that he was in, he was no mere human with a normal range of hearing. As his ears twitched at the sound, his blood began to stir. He looked on top of the hill, only to see another person running down it, as he came toward the top however, he saw exactly what was going on. Chitlins, and a lot of them, not something that he was worried about, but it seemed to be swarming a party. A Small nuisance and it would probably do him good to assist. Time to put on a show. He raised his hand into the air, as lightning struck the plains. With another strike reaching to his hand, unveiling his axe. Hopefully the lightning would gather the attention of the Chitlins, they deserved a show after all and nobody was set to ignore this performance.
  2. Apologies I've been gone, work has been an ass. What Is happening?
  3. "You, get familiar with the cockpit. She's nothing fancy but you won't be stealin' her, either." “I’m going to stress it again, I didn’t steal your ship, I CRASHED it, Big Difference.” He stressed holding the bridge of his nose. He swore he’d never hear the end of it, it had taken him a while to remember what even happened, but he’s pretty sure that the temporary confiscation of her ship ended up with him having to crash it into something. The fact she kept going on about it, whilst funny originally, just meant he’d have to hear it forever now from her. Though to be frank, him attempting to make it sound better by claiming he merely CRASHED the ship, wasn’t exactly going to win her over either. However he did take her words into heart, he was already familiarizing himself with the ship, seemed like a heavy Freighter transport, wasn’t going to get much Maneuverability. The Controls represented that, being a lot more straightforward than the common fighter craft that Leon was mostly known for flying. However, it was something he was familiar with and could easily fly himself if prepped. “I think I can fly this thing, don’t need to do that much of a one over, you flew one, ya flew em all.” He slid his hands into his pocket, took his guitar from off of it's back strap and parked himself into the captain’s chair. It was probably hers but what could he say, the lass knew comfort and he needed to park his ass somewhere so…here we are. "I know why I'm in--I'm just the transportation--but what's it to you guys?" “For Me? Just kind of have to get around, a traveler like myself needs to keep himself fed, well…not just myself of course, I guess you could call me a mercenary, but…” He shrugged. He never thought that what he was, he spent most of his time traveling and playing for bands on his spare time, usually he just ran into the adventure until resources became low. “To sum it up, I got bills to pay and a family to feed, and I know only two things, being a soldier and playing badass music…Kind of have to put that weird skill set into something, yeah?” He took the time to grab his guitar, tuning it as he continued to speak. He gave the grew a brief smile, before finishing and given one clean strum. The sound of a standard tuned guitar rang throughout the transport. "I'm a bit too old of a dog to learn new tricks after all."
  4. Pardon a Bit of Confusion, but do you guys need me to roll for my prior action...or...?
  5. Leon took a gander at Meri who seemingly had taken noticed of him and gave a brief smile. Exactly what he wanted, getting the spotlight on him. While it would be riskier to work his stage presence it would have to be the necessary course. Hopefully his partner would actually pick up the slack and see what was going on, giving ample attention to everyone. His hands now sliding on across the fret of the axe, the electricity that cackled around had expanded, covering at least 10 feet ahead of him. His stage was set, the crowd was all in place, it was now time for him to put on a show. And with the introduction of the Steel door being thrown like a Frisbee across the room, it would seem like he would get his chance. The door would enter the electric field, only to come to a near complete halt. It would stay levitated in the air however, floating above the ground. Suddenly, other items began to float as well, remnants of a damaged chair, the steel light fixtures. These metal pieces around Leon had gathered around him, the electric dome that surrounded him seemingly the only reason for the cause. Leon gave a flip to his hair, and chuckled ready to answer her question. “Sorry, but wimps and poseurs leave the hall!” He gave a giant stomp to the ground, and hit a massive power chord, the sound bounced off the walls throughout the cafeteria, a giant reverberated sound, trailing through the room with a discordant and off-putting hiss. Suddenly, the metal items that swarmed him began to glow an electric blue, shaking violently in the air. It should’ve been clear at this point that Leon was controlling them. He gave a calm grin, but would wait for his next move. Whatever this creature was needed more observation. As a Musician, you have to pick your moments. Only fools rush in, after all. He continued to strum at his axe however, his hands ever so lightly placed on the fret-board as he strummed rapidly. Keeping a steady but rapid fire rhythm as he proceeded. The Sound cutting off every moment, as if he was waiting for something to happen, all at the same time, the field around his continued to grow.
  6. “Please. Even as a fluke my performance is going to rock the goddamn house.” While Leon seemed blase and non-committal about the situation at hand, he was actually very concerned. The last thing he was worried about was the music or at least being convincing, he was a musician and playing it wasn’t a problem. What he had a problem with, was the dangers of being caught. He was starting to think that he probably came with a very risky idea on his own front, which was something he wasn’t too happy about. He had too much to risk right now, and he’d be damned he’d risk it all for that. So with that he needed to make this as convincing as he possibly could. “Okay, Whoever joins with me better be good with…something musically, We have to be as convincing as possible, or at least pass as good entertainment.” He finally moved away from the wooden pillar and dusted his pants off. “We will also need a way to communicate, one of which we are positive cannot be tracked or interfered.” "If nobody has a good idea on how to do so, I think I can come up with something..."
  7. And while all of this chaos had been going on, all of the crap that seemed to cause so much collateral damage and panicked citizens…and Leon was in the bathroom. He probably shouldn’t have taken in so many Root Beer Floats before he had decided to venture. He finally stepped out and gave a smile. It would seem that his partners were already clearing out the area, but he could clearly hear the actions around them. He had to move toward the nearest area, and that would probably be the cafeteria. He would cross the giftshop, before hearing the commotion in the cafeteria. It would seem to be a rowdy crowd. He could hear gunshots, so he had to be very careful. It would be best to keep distance and assist through long range. He would have to make a good clearance however. He then unlatched his guitar from his back and began to play. The Door nearby would shake, the sounds of an electric guitar blaring toward the hallway and easily peering through the cafeteria. He gave a giant Grin, And whist still playing his Guitar kicked the door in. “CHAINSAW CHARLIE IS HOME!” Whist Yelling this, His guitar suddenly tore itself apart, The seemingly unnotable Electric Guitar now cackled with electricity, Showing it's true form: it was still very much an electric guitar Certainly, but the elongated Fretboard, The body more in the shape of an axe than any instrument, with the glowing blue bit that easily illuminated the room. It was clearly a call for Attention, and that was exactly what He wanted. As a Musician it was his job to take up the stage and give a show. And he was damn sure ready to do just that. @SteamWarden@amenities
  8. And I don't see much of, most of everyone seem to have split up and I can't find much of a Leeway In... Mind if I shadow someone else? I certainly weant to find another way back into the thread but it seems everyone is just all over the place.
  9. Goddamn. I might not like the Prince Estate that much, but damn it was a good idea to just finally let his stuff on YouTube.
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