OOC:I would like to join but i don't get what's going on.

OOC: Well, then do a bit of backreading on the last 2-3 pages :)

ooc:nvm
I don't want to after all

Roland had wached the Eagle fly off. It normally wouldn't have worried him, but since the bird had already eaten, it couldn't be out hunting again.
Considering this bird was his fast ticket to Los Santos, he had gotten up to follow along and make sure it didn't get itself into trouble.
The Eagle moved at a considerably fast pace, and Roland had to jog to keep up. By the time he actually arrived where the Eagle had landed, it was staring at a woman weilding a gun.
A gun?
Hmm . . .
The gunslinger drew his own guns and stepped out in front of the Eagle.
Roland: "Take it easy, stranger. This Eagle is with me. I don't want to have to regret this meeting later."

(OOC: Tower to Dave... You have permission to put that freaking plane to the ground so we can move on with the RP!! :P)

Charger amd Kiara braced themselfs as they went in for the final decent(sp?).

Teh plane iz landz0rz!

---

Art coasted for a bit and, mercifully, the plane touched down with only a minor bump. The plane rocked forward a little, making Art really quite nervous ... but now he simply had turn off the engines and apply the brake.... the plane would be fine.

The plane cruised to a halt on the clear runway, at a slant. Art was quickly radioing for someone to bring a damn staircase so that everyone could climb out.

Pseok:"Why are you following me?"

Following? Then this must be the same eagle as before. But she was sure that when she first spotted the eagle, there had been someone riding on it's back.

Silvia:"Following? Then you were heading north a short time ago with someone riding on your back?"

Before she could say more, Roland made his move.

Roland: "Take it easy, stranger. This Eagle is with me. I don't want to have to regret this meeting later."

Silvia hesitated for a moment, then lowered the gun and placed it back in it's holster.

Silvia:"So it was you I saw. Well, I'll explain it to you then. If you saw an eagle flying along, carrying someone on it's back, what would you do?"

Drakko"Wow,this is scarier then i thought...we've actully landed"

Drakko unbuckled his seat belt and stood up while streching out his arms, he then strolled over to the window on the door...but..whats that? Drakko could see a truck coming up to the plane with a ladder..but there was something next to it..a dark figure with 2 men beside him..no..i couldn't be..Drakko squinted his eyes more and saw that this dark figure was in fact Mario Vincenzo (maybe you can remember the profile i posted up on the first page).

Drakko:"ooh..dear"

:"So it was you I saw. Well, I'll explain it to you then. If you saw an eagle flying along, carrying someone on it's back, what would you do?"

Roland: "It's none of your concern what I would do."
Of course, what Roland didn't say was that he probably would have done the same thing.

---

Art went back into the main part of the plane and sorta looked around at his passengers.
It occured to him that he had left the plane on the runway.
Forget it, he thought. Let a real pilot move it from here. I'm never flying again.

"YAY! We are ALIVE!" Krisha yelled, and gave Kix a shock.

"Wow, take it easy Krisha." She said angrily.

"Well, aren't you happy that we're alive? It's like.. God's actually with me today." Krishe laughed out.

"Stop picking on Art. He's an exellent Pilot. Now lets get of." Kis said, and noticed that the stairs weren't there yet.

She sighed, and then lay back in her seat.

Pseok was more than a little relieved when Roland strolled into the clearing.

Pseok: "Personally I would mind my own business. Sticking you nose in other people's business has a habit of leading to trouble." He glanced around. "Sort of like the kind you're in now."

He was also rather pleased to see that Roland hadn't put his gun away.

Grak sends the falcon into first a light desent, then a full throttlelanding and they land. after he gets of, he orders the bird to fly back to the community, corfirming that the plane came down safe.

(OOC: I'm gonna use a new RP style. Novel style.)

Charger rose from his seat, walking up to the door. He glanced at Kix for a moment.

'Kix,' he said on a sarcastic tone. 'Arthur is not a good pilot...'

He walked up to Art, looking at him with a daring stare. He was just inches from Art's face when he made a long sniff of air.

'And by the smell of it, Art is just as surprised as we are that we are still in one piece.'

He breezed in Art's face, clearing his nose of Art's fear scent. Ugh...

'You never flew a plane before...' he said daringly, his look warning him not to lie. 'Did you?'

Without realy waiting for an answer he backed away and continued over to the door, hearing Drakko mumble a slight 'Oh Dear...'. Charger looked out the window, seeing the dark figure and what appeared to be two body guards.
He padded Drakko on the back, not to soft.

'Friends of yours?'

Grak takes a look at the bodyguards, then the shadowy figure, then Charger. He shrugged, then walked up to the plane, uttering a quiet. "oo, they're really scary. not. i could kill em in 2 seconds"

Art knew he was caught. But what did it matter? They were safely on the gronds. Besides, most of the flight was done on auto-pilot. There hadn't been much to it ....

Blaze cleared his throat and spoke up. "Charger? Who's out there?"

Grak finally spoke to the guards. "who are you guys. tourists? ha ha ha ha aha !" he laughed to himself

(OOC:

SligNewsCasterGod,

I'm hereby suspending you from this RP. I got some people come to me about you and your RP style. You have to understand that I want this RPG to exist of people that know what they are doing, and you obviously don't. This is no offence to you as a person. All I am saying is that I would like to keep this RP on track.
You can go do some experience in the RPG you are planning on starting, but untill that time I would appreciate it if you would refrain from posting here. You are welcome to come back when you got some more RP experience.

In turn I would like to ask all other participants in this RP to ignore any future in-character posts he might make.

Greets,

Havoc)

Charger raised an eyebrow and looked up to Blaze.

'No idea,' he noted simply. 'Ask Drakko here.'

He pointed over his shoulder and leaned next to the door.

Roland: "It's none of your concern what I would do."

Silvia:"Friendly type, aren't you? But then, fast guns, or gunslingers, or whatever you like to be called, generally aren't."

Pseok: "Personally I would mind my own business. Sticking you nose in other people's business has a habit of leading to trouble. Sort of like the kind you're in now."

Silvia:"Well, master know-it-all, trouble is not something I'm unfamiliar with. And I make it my business to investigate anything unusual."

She glanced at Roland, then back at Pseok.

Silvia:"Believe it or not, a human riding an eagle is unusual! But more to the point, what are you going to do now? You have the upper hand for now."

OOC: I don't know why, but I always seem to go to type Ronald instead of Roland. :p
Luckily I've never actually done it so far. ;)

OOC:Mario shoots Grak in the head.The End.

"friends of yours?"

Drakko:"well..let's replace 'freinds with...'not freinds'?"

Drakko had been wonering the whole plane trip what's going to happen with him and the rest..actully..the rest'll be fine..Mario only wants Drakko..he may be a selfish bastard but he wouldn't kill people for no apparent reason...Drakko on the other hand, he only has half the money Mario needs an...oh look the ladders here.

Drakko stood back from the door and waited for Mario and his bodyguards to enter..the door was slowly being opend and it wooshed open with Mario standing in the doorway.

Mario:"Hello Drakko.."

'Oh great...' Charger said halways amused. 'From one life threatning condition straight into the other... why do I always have a habbit of doing this?'

Pseok glanced at Roland, hoping he'd have a better idea of how to follow this situation. Fighting wasn't something he'd had to do that often, at least not with anything intelligent. Those times he had it had been to the death, or at least to injured-beyond-fighting.
Pseok: "Well, I was taking my friend here for a little ride, that satisfy you? Anyway, you can't follow us now without your horse."

Roland was a little encouraged by the woman's boldness.
He lowers his guns. "Listen, traveller. We'd have no quarrel with ye. I cry your pardon, as I acted a bit quickly in a situation I did not understand. If ye would accept my offer, I'll help you find your horse."
He shot a glance at the Eagle. "And you, my friend, need to learn to distinguish between your dreams and reality. You very nearly made an enemy of this woman."

---

Blaze looked uncomfortable. And of course, he asks a question that would probably make the situation more awkward. "Drakko, who's this 'not friend' of yours? What's his story?"

Krisha just watched the men, and then Mario. He looked dangerous. A smile grew on Krisha's face of no apparent reason.

"What are you smiling at? Drakko might get hurt." Kix sneered at Krisha, and leaped at her, punching her off the seat.

"Get off me..." Krisha said and walked closer to Drakko and Mario to see what was going on, she wondered if she might be able to help.

Pseok looked at Roland, feeling rather betrayed.
Pseok: "Well unfortunaetly when a human points a gun at me it makes me a little uncomfortable, I've had about enough of that kind of thing in my life. Plus she's been following my for ages and that's hardly doing anything for the way I feel about her. Right now Roland the only reason I'm taking you anywhere is because I have nothing better to do, and it would be no loss too me to just leave you out here." He was beggining to get angry and he could feel an all-to familiar hot sensation building in his chest. "And now, if it's ok with you oh great-And-Almighty-Gunslinger, I'm going to sleep."

pseok flew off over the forest and settled down on a crag about a kilimetre north and 20 metres higher than the crag where Roland had set up camp. Well, at least he'd had an excuse to be away from that fire.

(OOC: Meh, we lost some posts -_-. Ah well. Lets get on with the RP shall we?)

Charger kept his mouth shut for now and watched what was going to happend with Drakko.

One of Marios henchmen pushed his pistol into Drakkos back signaling for them to him to walk,Drakko had another henchmen infront of him and infront of him was Mario...

Mario:"if the rest of you things would like to join Drakko in his final moments then by all means come with me"

Mario turned back and kept walking towards his casino where he would deal with Drakko.

(OCC:I'm gonna wait and see how many people are still in this then get onwards with the story)

"Good luck Drakko!" Charger said and wanted to turn around, but bumped into Kaira.

"Some friend you are..." she said and gave him an angry glare. "I would try to help my friend."

"Yea well, for your information, the guy has a gun!"

Kaira didn't answer, at which Charger got the point and sighed.

"Blaze... I'm going to need your help getting Drakko out of trouble..."

Blaze grinned. He winked at Charger and stood up.

Art, meanwhile, was a little dumbstruck. He had guns, too. Sure, he wasn't a phenomenal shot, but he would do what he could. He stood and drew his own weapons, but he held them at his sides, not quite sure how Charger would react.

Ooc: Uh what happened? why is Havoc with drakko and all? Sorry, i missed the last couple of posts that got deleted.

OOC: *Bawls eyes out over what Havoc just said* Fine.i'm banning you from all upcoming rps by the demonic mind that is mine. including the horrifyingly rubbish Scarom knife.

ps: don't you think you're being a bit harsh?