Dave opened the Community RPG thread to read new replies.
Gretin's post didn't pertain to any of his characters, so he didn't reply to it - but he didn't forget about it, either.
Splat's post next... fine. After a moment, he typed a response ...
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The gunslinger noted his own words being thrown back at him, and dismissed them. Let the Eagle have his fun.
The Eagle was talking now, about seeing those weapons before. He would remember this and ask again later.
When the Eagle finished the not-man took a breath and blew a raspberry at the bird. Roland took a step forward, gun still raised.
"Now, thing," he said. His voice was quiet but solid. "I want to see Fisher. Take me now."
The thing appeared to recognize the gunslinger for who he was - the mask it wore stretched into a shape that would pass for surprise, had it been human, and then it bowed low.
The gunslinger rolled his eyes and kicked at the thing. "Rise, slave, and take me to Fisher."
The gunslinger hoped he would not have to explain to the Eagle. Though in time he might, anyway. That depended on how things played out with the owner of the circus.
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Dave read Havoc's reply to the Community RPG.
He shrugged.
Dave leaned over and typed: "No big deal, Charger. I didn't forget about Kaira; I intentionally made the circus dude forget. And I don't mind if you move him about, as I didn't give him a profile or even a name, and I feel he is a free-for-all character."
Dave sat back, cracked his knuckles, and began the next part of his post ...
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Blaze chuckled a bit at this wit from Charger, and was silenced when the gun in his back dug deeper.
"Keep a lid on it. Do not attract attention to yourselves." The small man was quite irritated, to say the least.
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Dave scrolled down and read through The Brew Master's reply next. After a moment's consideration, he typed a response ...
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Art was startled to see the man walk in, as he didn't expect anyone so soon. But he was clever enough to hide it.
The man asked for the key to his suite, and Art promptly went to the drawer and reached to the back ... and grabbed the key.
He held it out. "Here you are, sir, enjoy your stay." He had no idea if he was following proper clerk ettiquette, but didn't particularly care just now.
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Dave sat back and clicked the button that read "Post Quick Reply."
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