(Mors, my character, has a family. A wife named Scarlet, and a kid named Eros.)
Mors stomps out of the ship, tired and weary from the long ride back to Zion. Usually when he walks inside the Matrix, he has one hand on his sword hilt, no matter what type of blade it is. The habit had become so bad that he would start trying to grip it and look down to do it, only then remembering that it wasn't there.
"Having trouble with you door again, Cloud?" Mors asks with a chuckle, walking by, and then turning to walk with him. The boy was good, but still had much to learn. "So, where are you headed then?"
*twisting ratchet* almost got it... *gives one final twist to feel the motor shift into his arm* There, got it...oh, wow, this really IS messed up...Its a good thing we went for this now...*sets motor down, then takes inventory of parts* Alright, well, if anyone needs me, i'll be at the Zion maintenance bay, seeing if i can get replacements for these parts *motions to dismantled engine on floor*...Hey, Dexx, you wanna see if you can find a Type 9 electro-rachet? I'll need one if i'm to fix the gyroscopic servos on this side of the ship, as well as the capicitors in charge of movement to the starboard side. If anyone needs me, you know where to find me... *walks out of engine room*
I would imagine people call you Heff, Zink! Page three of the character creation thread has a handy list of players and their names.
I would imagine there are bars, yes!
Ok, you crawly bum lick Neo go-seers! Neo is currently being mobbed by throngs on the way to his room. Many of them are giving him stories of woe that they want him to promise to do something about- all he can do is vaguely promise to help.
Public Information Announcement
Today's tactical combat lecture is being kindly given by recently returned Captain Dallas of the Shahazarad. The subject of the lecture is:
"Agents- a Survival Guide."
The lecture begins in one hour in the meeting area by the Temple.
(Ariadne doesn't mind if you guys leave to go- right now all she is doing is cataloguing parts for easy reference later, the dull part of the procedure)
Vim walks to the elevator, and goes to the same floor he always has everytime he's come back. The ... thirteenth. He knew something was odd about the number, but he couldn't remember. As he gets off the elevator he sees Cypher, the traitor! At first Vim panics, then he realizes that it is only a look-alike. Still just the sight of someone looking the same way... Vim gets off the elevator, thinking why would anyone want to look that way. Then he remembers someone else, Bane, he looks like a bit like Cypher, too, Vim thought. He opens the door, lights hum to life, and throws his stuff on the futon like couch thing. He practically runs to the bathroom! Then after washing his hands an face, he stares into the mirror, tries to make his hair as much like Neo's as possible, of course if Dallas ever found out how much he idolized Neo, he would probably be thrown off the ship!
Vim throws on some decent enough clothes, and hits the Zion "night" scene!
*walking into engine room, parts in his arms* I got the parts, despite the fact that the Neb is needing some of these same parts...*places parts off to side, out of the way of Ariadne and her inventory* Do you need any other help before i go to the Temple meeting? If not...
(*Note: Wheres the Temple? is it here, or on another thread?*)
Mors forces his way to the front of the throng and hollers to the people persuing Neo.
"People, people! This man must be very weary, even if he is The One! Give him his space! He will help you as he can within time, but now is not that time!" He puts himself between Neo and the crowd, repeating his message a few times in his loudest tone. He then turns to Neo.
"Welcome to Zion, kid," Mors says. "Sorry about the throng, but it is exciting if you are The One. I'm not sure what to believe, but I have not heard yet of your adventures with the Nebuchadnezzar. Apparently you did something extraordinary..."