Post by Kengplant on Aug 21, 2008 19:25:27 GMT -5
((Some things just can't be left unfinished. This won't be a particularly long RP, and we're not completely sure where it's going to go, but we thought it'd be fun to figure out just where their relationship stands at the end of GW2. If anyone else wants to tie off any loose ends with their characters they're welcome to post.))
It had been two weeks since the war had ended and the guilds had once again gone their seperate ways. For Keng this had meant lots of paperwork (which wasn't actually on paper, the fleet prefered things with glowy screens) and a medical checkup before she could do more paperwork in order to get some time off, not to mention permission to borrow a fleet, single passenger transport. One that was capable of landing on water as she didn't much expect to find her destination on land.
Much to her relief her request hadn't taken a month to process and she was now flying over the seas of the planet bellow, in search of familiar sails. It didn't take to long to find. She started with some of the favoured routes that only somone who's once been a member of her crew would know. And there she was, The White Weewoo. Now much less white than before. But it still felt like she was going home: going home in that "I hope the dog still remembers me and won't attack me at the door" sort of way.
Lucky for her the dog (or in this case the blarf) was quite content to continue munching on an unfortunate shark when her ship made it's splash in the water. After a tense moment of boarding and exhanging nods with the Captain she found herself below deck. Gossip traveled fast around the NTWF and there was a certain spirit of Tabloid Town that sat in everyone, though not everyone would admit it. She imagined this spirit of 'shippery was the main reason she was not yet having a 'discussion' with Huntress, but was instead smiling warmly into Cyborg's face after having given him a proper glomp.
It had been two weeks since the war had ended and the guilds had once again gone their seperate ways. For Keng this had meant lots of paperwork (which wasn't actually on paper, the fleet prefered things with glowy screens) and a medical checkup before she could do more paperwork in order to get some time off, not to mention permission to borrow a fleet, single passenger transport. One that was capable of landing on water as she didn't much expect to find her destination on land.
Much to her relief her request hadn't taken a month to process and she was now flying over the seas of the planet bellow, in search of familiar sails. It didn't take to long to find. She started with some of the favoured routes that only somone who's once been a member of her crew would know. And there she was, The White Weewoo. Now much less white than before. But it still felt like she was going home: going home in that "I hope the dog still remembers me and won't attack me at the door" sort of way.
Lucky for her the dog (or in this case the blarf) was quite content to continue munching on an unfortunate shark when her ship made it's splash in the water. After a tense moment of boarding and exhanging nods with the Captain she found herself below deck. Gossip traveled fast around the NTWF and there was a certain spirit of Tabloid Town that sat in everyone, though not everyone would admit it. She imagined this spirit of 'shippery was the main reason she was not yet having a 'discussion' with Huntress, but was instead smiling warmly into Cyborg's face after having given him a proper glomp.
