Miles Farrum et Vapor ((Open, 9/28/12))

[Ty Gwynnia]

((Blue seems sort of lonely.))

"Ah, somewhere in me auld country of Scotland. We own some kinda lake, wit a monster roamin' around innit an' a castle, Ah think." Raphael said offhandedly with a careless wave of his hand. He lowered Fatum's arm a few moments after Littner had his own Rüstung's limbs adjusted, mainly so that the joints wouldn't get stuck. Not that they jammed very often, on the contrary he kept them in as perfect of a condition as he could afford. Folding his own arms behind his head, he swung his legs over the side of the cockpit as he wiggled deeper into his seat. He sighed happily to himself when he sunk into the best spot of the cushion. "Hm?" The Scot followed Littner's gaze to a third Rüstung moving towards them. It didn't bare the colors of the Royal Guard, nor the ones of any of the militia units. "Ah've seen weirder. What's so strange aboot another one o' these metal beasties standin' around?"

After the small practice session ended, Erick wandered out into the makeshift battlefield from the small gathering of other guards who'd stopped to watch the show. Observing his comrades fighting both helped his own piloting skills and allowed him to learn about them as well. "Good fight!" He called over to Leon, and broke into a slow jog to speed up his pace.  

[Silas Parrish]

"Greetings, men! Do I have the pleasure of addressing Raphael Xander?" William shouted from within his machine. There was a sticking valve somewhere in the works, and it was making locomotion difficult. William cursed under his breath and made a mental note to check the hydraulics when next he could. For the time being, however, he dragged Brazen forward, and did his able best to conceal the ungainly, stiff gait of his machine.  

[Olfway]

Alastair smiled warmly at the girl, who shook violently with fear. "It's okay now, he wont be trying to hurt you anymore..." He helped her onto her feet and dusted her off as best he could. "Are ya by yourself?" She shook her head. "Well, lets find out who you're with, shall we?" They walked to the entrance of the ally, and someone about ran into them. Alastair put the person on the ground with a reflexive elbow to the throat...  

[transformersgirl13]

Anya got shakily to her feet, with the help of the man, he seemed to be Scottish, He asked her a question and shook her head. She had to find Hans. She walked with him to the entrance to the alleyway and someone ran out of no where, scaring Anya, until she realized it was Hans!! She knelt by him his hands were on his throat and he was struggling for air. Though he did manage to give Anya a weak smile and some un-shed tears.

Hans' throat hurt where the man had hit him, but he was so happy to see Anya he almost didn't care. He laid on there looking at the man whom had hit him, this guy was big. He managed another smile for Anya but still struggled for breath.  

[Olfway]

Alastair stared at the man he had just elbowed. He looked just like the girl, so automatically assumed he was her brother. He watched for a moment as he held his throat, struggling for breath. "Whoops..."  

[Silas Parrish]

((Let's hold off on posting for a moment. Okay, who is still interested in this RP? I know I am. Olfway, TFGirl still seem to be into it...who else? I just gotta know who we should wait on. xd ))  

[Orcus Fieres]

((I certainly am. I'm just waiting for a diving board from which to jump into some interesting conversation or another.))  

[Silas Parrish]

((I'll send something your way, when next I post.))  

[Ty Gwynnia]

((Crap, it's my turn again, huh? You know I'm still interested. What about Blue?))  

[transformersgirl13]

(( You know I'm interested!! ))  

[Silas Parrish]

((I know he is. I was waiting to post again, because my charrie is addressing yours, Ty. XD))  

[Silas Parrish]

((C'mon, someone speak to my guy! XP))  

[Orcus Fieres]

"Indeed,one of the two of us is the man you speak of. Now which is it? I seem to forget names." Littner sprinkled what he knew was bad charm over his words before becoming more caustic, "It would suit you, for the sake of custom at least, to introduce yourself first though." He pointed at the leg's of this new acquaintance's Rustung. "And while you do introduce yourself, how about you allow me to fix the leg of your machine there. It would be in your best interest." Littner began the search for his tools without wait.  

[Olfway]

(( Hellooooo?? Guys? I hear an echo.... ))  

[Silas Parrish]

"No!" William screamed suddenly. "No," he repeated after a beat, with a much calmer tone. "I mean no offense...but I alone perform work on my machine. It's my own custom design, you see. I couldn't ask another man to try and work around my...eccentricities...in the design." He coughed nervously, and straightened his back, attempted to recapture some of his imagined decorum.
"At any rate...My name is William Baxter-Cruxely. I am...in search of someone. Might you know a man by the name of Raphael Xander?"