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The Gallery. Well, She at least looked adorable. Putting his hands up in mock surrender, he smirked. "alright, alright, Gunhild is bigger then Bigs. Bigs is indeed small man. You want pets? Come here." He held his arms out for her to climb in to them. "Come on, Gunhild wants pets, Gunhild gonna...

The Art Gallery. Bigs was...not were he was a moment ago. From the warm relaxing of the baths to this...art gallery. Well, at least he was dry, and clothed. Still wished he had his bottle of suspect mountain hootch though. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he started eyeing the paintings...

The Trial, the Cave. Bigs nodded in affirmation and did so, stepping in Yukan's foot steps. He kept one hand on Yukan's pauldron, doing his best to not loose him in the dark, while keeping the pistol up and at the ready. He didn't like this, not at all, but was well beyond the point of caring...

The Hotsprings. Bigs nodded, seemingly going a lot with the mood before groaning and climbing out of the pool. "No, never did anything with magic, hell, were I come from, it doesn't exist." He moseyed around for a bit, looking for something. "Ah, there it is." In the corner of the...almost room...

The Hotsprings. "Cheshire, like the cat, neat." He took a puff of his smoke and sunk up to his shoulders in the water. "Charmed to meet you. As for meeting older people, I couldn't tell you friend. Perhaps your not meant to fine love here, perhaps something else?" It was quiet for a moment...

Mathias Bigsby. The hot Springs. "...." Bigs blinked for a moment, a mask of confusion on his face that was quickly replaced by one of anger. "Son of a fucking Bitch. Why did he have to end it there, god damn it I was on a roll." Bigs cursed, lost in his brief moment of anger only being broken...

The Festival. In genuine good Company. Bigs chuckled, just a bit. He seemed to relax just a bit, and took a sip of his own chocolatey broth. It was good, just thick enough to slide down his throat just how he liked, and just sweet enough to break the acrid coca taste of dark chocolate. "Yea...

The Festival. Mathias was the better part of the way through taking a drag off a freshly lit cig when the woman, who immediately struck him as many things, approached and introduced herself. The first thing that struck him was that she was pretty, damn pretty. Quickly catching up from his...

The Festival. This...was nice. The cool Autumn breeze intermingled with the warm cast off from street venders and their little heating pots, and the glow of paper lanterns and open hearths. Children, with not a care in the world, laughed and giggled as they ran through the streets with little...

The Cave entrance. He spent most of the time during the walk up in his journal, drawling, sketching. It was a small book with deceptively thin pages, close to bible paper. So far his scribbles had mostly been just scratch drawlings of the local flora and what he could spy of the fauna, as well...

The Shrine. Perhaps he indeed didn't have the need knowhow to adhere to these peoples customs. Mathias found, upon taking on a mental inventory, that he didn't really care for it. Something was edging him on, in the fringe of his mind, to help these people. He kept his hand hovering over his...

The Walk. Mathias largely kept quiet, the ingrained sense to observe taking hold. Of Course that didn't stop him from engaging with the two during the walk up. "Don't really know as to where your referring to, Yukan, isn't really any magic in this." he patted the stock of his rifle as it was...

Then Color me interested.

Oh, im not really new to RP, just this style of slice of life type of deal. I guess point me to a Character sheet and I'll get on it then, looking for one of the 1 bedroom units.

Hyo, so, gonna admit, this is some what new to me. Any limits on like, personal employment or something or another? Obviously nothing Criminal, but I have an idea for a Civilian Contractor for the near by Army Reserve Unit in Charlotte. Second Question, are there any units with a Balcony, or...

Mathias Bigsby He had taken out another cig, letting it hang in his lips as he went about patting his pockets down for his notebook. Flipping open to a page, he took a moment to quickly skim through the assorted drawings on it before flipping to another one. If he was going to help train and...

Mathias Bigsby The Meeting. He nodded at the old man's words, sagely, wise, the old goat remined him much of more then a few old Infantry Grunts he had met in his early years in the corps. Still, he disagreed. Maybe war was different here, maybe there was still honor and courage in how these...

Mathias Bigsby. He...didn't really know what to say, and so, chose to remain silent. He kept his face as solemn as stone and mouth quiet. Did he want to get involved in this? The way some of these folk were speaking gave him concern. He spent close to 10 years, from the time he turned 18 to...

Holy Terra Scandia Hive Helsink Sub Hive Mannerheim Level 238 Some days before... Blood. Steel. Plasma. He was all things as he strode through the mass of the tainted. His armor was new, gleaming with the fluids of a thousand dead as he and his Iron Guard, pulled from their training duties to...

Mathias Bigsby The village Strength and Muscle and Jungle work... While more then a few of the locals had spared a strange glance at him, he gave little indication of any type of interest. In his many years in the corps he had seen many, many strange things, and this world's apparent...