[[Rough}} S.t.A.R.t.S. Jun 9, 2008 17:33:28 GMT -5
Post by €l SonikkÜ on Jun 9, 2008 17:33:28 GMT -5
The sunshine gleamed cheerfully down on central square's island cultisaq that was just ahead of the train station. The rippling waters of the ocean sparkled and danced benieth those distributed white rays. And there wasn't a cloud in the sky, though, the heat was nothing less than unmerciful.
A flash of blue energy ripped through the dimention's rift ahead of the train station's steaps and it faded quickly, leaving a dark feline in its wake. Saylo had just returned from the Skycorps ship at the docks, dropping off the "Nightslayers" to their assigned mission. Did Saylo trust them to succeed? Psh, no. But it was worth a shot. They were a street gang, and they'd survived this long. So as long as no one opened their big fat mouth then Saylo's plan for them wouldn't fall through. But he couldn't hold their hands anymore, from this point forward, it was all in their hands.
Saylo was feeling a bit drained, and he slumped down to sit on one of the steps and rested his elbow against the side of the rail, rubbing his temple with his legs sprawled. His chaos ghost tecnique always drained more energy from him than it was worth, alot more. But Kraden had requested that Saylo at least take them to the door. Heh, he'd have to get over his fear. It was only a paralizer. And he had a feeling that Skycorps would catch onto any frightful deception should it show.
He closed his eyes, hating this miserable heat, hating Skycorps and their blasted saws that had ripped up his stomach, hating having to depend on untrained commoners to get the job done. At least they seemed to understand Saylo's instructions.