Nutty

Nutty glanced at Jordan. When had we picked up a Newb? Thinking back, nutty remembered vaguely deleting some mail. Maybe she should have read that, she mused. Turning to Bella, ...

Nutty randomly wanders in. "Jordan, spammers are bad, that's all you need to know. See a spammer, bite him, hit him, or whatever, okay?" Turning away, she pulled out a ...

Nutty slid into the kitchen, and grabbed the cookie jar. Offering it to Alice and Scipio before grabbing one for herself. "Adam makes the best cookies. Ever." She looked at ...

Nutty followed in a daze. She had no idea what was going on. "Maybe I've been named well, after all." She muttered to herself. Poking alice in the back, she ...

Nutty ran out from a corridor to join the group. "What the hell is going on? what are all the explosions?" "Never mind! Just run!" Nutty followed the others, wondering ...

Saera nodded once, but looked over her shoulder. "We have six hours to disappear before they come after us again." She looked around through the bush. "Everyone's scattered. How are ...

Fyra piled up some wood, and flamed on them gently, causing flames to spring to life. Lethero looked over from his tree. "I didn't know you could do that." "Not ...

Saera caught up with Garrick and the avian. "You saved me yet again." Garrick nodded. "Can't have everyone dying. We need all the help we can get." Saera motioned for ...

Saera looked the man up and down. "Uh...thanks. I haven't seen you around before. What's your name?" "Garrick." Saera glanced at the battlefront. "Well, Garrick, I am in your debt. ...

Saera studied the medical tent with a sigh. "You certian you need me here?" "Yes, miss! We are overwhelmed!" "Fine. But I'm just getting them back to stable. This is ...

Fyra shot past lethero and sam, whistling merrily, and landing with a skid. "Can't leave me behind! can I come too? Afterall, Lethero, I am one of the first to ...

**mechs don't drive themselves. But andriods are entities to themselves**

Saera watched the mechs get closer, destroying the plant life they trampled through. Saera gripped her staff tighter in her hands, her eyes blazing. The mech-freaks had no respect for ...

Fyra looked from the retreating lethero and Alje and back again. "You two have a spat?" Fyra asked, her voice concerned. "No, he just doesn't like flying." "And you took ...

Wind buffeted the trees, and Saera raised her head to see a shape fly above her, roaring and belching flame. Dragons. What would we do without them? Saera dashed through ...