a. [It's a bit ominous when you're expected to bring a bed into a brainstorming session. He's heard about you and your ways, URSULA!! No funny business allowed.]
[And yet, here he is, cross-legged on one of the beds and thinking of 'ideas for missions.' Well, he has a lot of ideas - get into those damned caves, for one, and find out what's hiding under there. Create a more reliable power source. Figure out how to make all this hostile plant life a little less... Hostile. That'd be nice.]
[With a mild-mannered smile:] She was pretty vague on what she meant by 'ideas,' wasn't she?
c. [See, here's the thing about a lot of larger transportation methods: they use explosives.]
[Here's the thing about explosives: they're apparently guarded by some combination of parasitic plants and the fish on which they prey. The mechanism by which the Crash work is fascinating, really! Qilby wonders how it evolved.]
[Not that it'll help him now, when he's staring the damned things down and trying to figure out how to get into their insides without losing his other arm.]
Hrm. [He had a game-plan, but looking at them more closely...] It looks like one of us'll need to provide a distraction.
f. [He wants to go deeper, needs to go deeper, plunge into the abyss and discover its secrets - he's known that even on his homeworld. His entire being has cried out for new experiences for so, so many years; finally being in a place with new life makes him want to take it all in as quickly as possible.]
[That said, when he wakes with sweat on his brow and some sort of knowledge that he needs to go, and now, it's no less jarring than one would expect.]
[Quietly, he slips off to slip into his wetsuit (he's put a hood on it to cover the mystery of what is on his head, and the hole where his missing left arm would be is sewn shut) and tries to make an exit. Perhaps you are, too?]
Qilby | Wakfu
[It's a bit ominous when you're expected to bring a bed into a brainstorming session. He's heard about you and your ways, URSULA!! No funny business allowed.]
[And yet, here he is, cross-legged on one of the beds and thinking of 'ideas for missions.' Well, he has a lot of ideas - get into those damned caves, for one, and find out what's hiding under there. Create a more reliable power source. Figure out how to make all this hostile plant life a little less... Hostile. That'd be nice.]
[With a mild-mannered smile:] She was pretty vague on what she meant by 'ideas,' wasn't she?
c.
[See, here's the thing about a lot of larger transportation methods: they use explosives.]
[Here's the thing about explosives: they're apparently guarded by some combination of parasitic plants and the fish on which they prey. The mechanism by which the Crash work is fascinating, really! Qilby wonders how it evolved.]
[Not that it'll help him now, when he's staring the damned things down and trying to figure out how to get into their insides without losing his other arm.]
Hrm. [He had a game-plan, but looking at them more closely...] It looks like one of us'll need to provide a distraction.
f.
[He wants to go deeper, needs to go deeper, plunge into the abyss and discover its secrets - he's known that even on his homeworld. His entire being has cried out for new experiences for so, so many years; finally being in a place with new life makes him want to take it all in as quickly as possible.]
[That said, when he wakes with sweat on his brow and some sort of knowledge that he needs to go, and now, it's no less jarring than one would expect.]
[Quietly, he slips off to slip into his wetsuit (he's put a hood on it to cover the mystery of what is on his head, and the hole where his missing left arm would be is sewn shut) and tries to make an exit. Perhaps you are, too?]