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Tales Snippets of The Legendary: A Moment in Time

I clumped off the pad for the Base Portal receiver and clumped slowly down the hall. I glanced back and verified that yes, I was leaving glistening footprints
on the durable tile. I paused outside the entrance to Lora'Lai's office, and grinned. Hoisting my tired carcass into the office, I pulled a pouch out
of a suit pocket and dropped it on the desk before unceremoniously dropping myself onto the leather couch facing it.

"Errr-" Lora'Lai began, eying the couch and my dripping form sprawled on it. "You know you're -"

"Covered in Hamidon goop, yes."


"Sitting on a rather expensive couch, yes." A raised eyebrow met this pronouncement, and Lora'Lai pulled the bag across the desk to her.
Mercifully, it was dry and clean, and she teased the drawstring open and pulled out a Paragon City bankcard. Slotting it into her terminal, she looked back to
me with another raised eyebrow. I smiled even wider.

"This is over a hundred thousand prestige?" Lora'Lai said evenly.

"Yup. Been a VERY busy week, and you know I run for the cameras when I'm working with the crew." I pushed myself up, and switched on my armor.
The backup cells had regenerated sufficiently, and I bent and picked the couch up easily. Stepping down out of the office, I looked up at Lora'Lai and
winked. "That should more than cover something in a nice natural fabric. I never liked this couch anyway."

Whistling, I strode down the hall towards the armor maintenance bay, the couch across one shoulder like a particularly useless polearm. Lora'Lai's
quiet chuckle rolled out of her office behind me, as I strode forward grinning like a cat with a thousand canaries.
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
Nice little throwaway.

(I haven't look lately - is the couch in there really that bad?)

naw, the couch is fine. This is in the way of being partially inspired by my other post relating to Prestige, partially _inspiring_ the other post relating to
Prestige, and partially a chance to throw a couch away.

I love throwing couches away. I'm weird like that.
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman

For some reason, I have this mental image of some Legendary member -- probably Superball -- sneaking into the office, double-taking at the blank spot where the
couch was, then panicking and running down the hall looking for the missing item.


'cause I'm weird like that, I guess. And I have an 8 year old who likes hiding things in the couch (though not porn mags, yet, I hope...)

--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
It wouldn't be Superball - he knows that the Internet is for Porn