I heard a passenger--[A pause as he looks up the ID]--Blitzwing discussing a venture into Carnival. May I inquire as to the motives of such an outing... I want to know if it will be worth my while to accompany.

Also, human female--Lilith. I have something for you to look at.

It is snowing... within the confines of a ship.

Another of the captain's little games, I assume? Where is the catch to this one? It is far too serene for my liking.

[The Arbiter had been in a foul mood the past few days. Erol's injury, crushing boredom, and now most recently the arrival of a human soldier from his world on the boat. What he wouldn't give to see some of his own brethren here right now ( Read more... )

[Ripa is sputtering when he turns on the comm. Yep, he got sprayed again. When he starts speaking he sounds tired and frustrated. Not to mention sarcastic.]

Oh, forgive me, you impetuous little device, if I have not been talking over you frequently enough for your liking ( Read more... )

Grrrrrrowwwlllll-- what is this ridiculous contraption doing? A jet of water? Am I supposed to be intimidated? How pathetic! Whoever decided to attempt to play a prank on me should step forward now, so that I may grant you a befitting punishment ( Read more... )

Why must you fleshlings make so much noise? News that all of the passengers have returned to their normal forms finally reaches my ears, and I think that finally I may get some respite from all the cursed noise-- but now there are even more of you! All of you, chattering!

Noise, noise, noise! I grow so weary of this squabble.

[There is much hissing and spitting coming from The Arbiter's frequency. But for those who have heard him--and really, who hasn't?-- they know that he does not hiss and spit. He roars. Rather, people familiar as North would recognize this as his voice, but certainly not his personality.BY THE PROPHETS, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? I-I am fleshling! With ( Read more... )

[OOC: Ripa has aged physically and mentally. His armor still fits, but he walks slightly hunched over, with slower footsteps, and his orange eyes have faded slightly. He blinks more frequently, and it seems he's reciting Covenant scripture.]"When we joined the Covenant, we took an oath ( Read more... )

[The Arbiter is in his room, crouching at a nightstand. On the table in front of him, the armor on his wrists and hands has been removed and is laying out neatly. Also in front of him are large sharpened knives that he has presumably stolen from the kitchen and an assortment of tools. He looks up from his fiddling to turn on his comm--he's been ( Read more... )

[For few moments, loud infuriated screaming can be heard. It is clearly an alien language. Its owner carries on for a good while before he realizes that his surroundings do not look like those of his race, but rather human… albeit in a style even more primitive than what he has come to expect. Once he realizes this, he starts talking in English. ( Read more... )