Avatar role-play 2.B

[Prince Vegeta]

So there's a Transformer, Troll, Pokemon, Soul Eater, and Saiyajin. Interesting group of beings if you ask me. The most disparate group I've seen so far.

[Sir Sivelos]

>DD: Exist.

You are now existing.

[Prince Vegeta]

.....Hmmm... A Midnight Crew member... As long as no one from the The Felt is around, I see no problem at the moment... Then again, that would be quick judgement on my behalf.

[Sir Sivelos]

>DD: Answer the Prince.

What did you say about The Felt?

[Prince Vegeta]

Simply that as long as one is not around, I don't expect a high amount of trouble from you. I don't support them or your crew, so I am the neutral party that sits back and watches you both attack each other.

[Sir Sivelos]

>DD: ==>

It's not that simple, Prince. The Felt's been on our tail for decades, into the past and future. Until we settle this personal rivalry of ours, neither of us rest, while Lord English is off doing whatever he pleases.

You take a seat in a conveniently placed Ultrecliner and enjoy a good smoke. If you're stuck in this place, you might as well have a good time.

[Prince Vegeta]

I have yet to actually look into the full depth of your rivalry and your universe. Most of my knowledge is the thin scraping layer. And you have a point. Since most of us are stuck here, we might as well enjoy ourselves and make the most of it.
*Looks around, and counts to four on his right hand*

[Sir Sivelos]

>DD: ==>

Whatever you say, Prince.

[Wander]

Sooo. . . I would offer you all drinks, but I'm pretty sure Energon kills organics. I could make some organic Energon, but I don't really have the, uh, tools to do it, since they're all back on the Lost Light in my bar. *shrugs*

[Sir Sivelos]

>DD: ==>

You don't drink beer. Beer is for the drunken lowlifes on the streets. And you; you're a gentleman. A murderer, gang member, and terrorist, but still a gentleman.