OOC: Yeah but what if I stroked him all gentle? And he liked it? After all, he's just a big puddy-tat with the Cap'n's fais on it~ Wah. Our school don't do cool myth projects. ;( 

The Manticore! Is thankful! *strokes ;o* 'Kay, thank'yee yoshi.

I'd disagree. Although, what Vash is doing is pure skillage... He's moving constantly, but the ball remains in one place...

 

Upon the realization that it wasn't her that was causing the zingly feeling inside her arm, Rydesa began to look around herself, examining the crags and the steep slopes of the mountains beside her. There was an ex
pression of fear on her face, although it was a small one. She felt more cautious than anything, rather than truly afraid. She was always having to deal with aliens and monsters. Maybe she was so wary because this was a planet she'd never set foot upon before. Hell, she'd only learned of its existence about a week ago, when those alien leaders had decided to *censored*ign her on the mission of rescuing the world with the breaking sky. Quite literally, the past few weeks had been go, go, go.

 

 When the spiky prods inside her arm began to itensify, Rydesa slowly began to draw her handgun from her duffel, refusing to take her eyes off her open surroundings. There was no motion, no seeable enemies around. There was that chance that the perceived threat was actually a safe distance from her. One problem with the Rexillon arm was that it couldn't find a way to tell Rydesa how far away certain things were. Yet, depending on the intensity of the tinglings, she could vaguely make out whether the unknown was close by, or very close by. Right now, however, she couldn't make it all out.

 

 She began to walk forwards again, keeping the handgun close to herself, eyeing the two walls beside her with a cautious air. If she stayed quiet, maybe it wouldn't find her.

 

OOC: Eh, boring posty... >.>

 

 

OOC: *kicks*