Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26084195-20170515063914/@comment-25356210-20170519212823

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote:

Edacnik wrote: Rá promptly throws the Aetaii aside, shouting his distrust in the skill of heathens. Before he can, he finds a small, black energy pistol under his jaw, the muzzle resting lightly against the base of his throat. The Aetanii drew it without ever taking his eyes off the space in front of him.

'I have my work cut out for me, so sit down and shut up. Unless you want to die.' He takes the aliens pistol easily, being in such close range, then unexpectedly, sits down in the co-pilot seat.

"Idiot. I'd kill you, but I won't risk my life, even if I'd go down with a horde of god damn heathens. You're not getting this back."