This is a place for @Mr_D's role-play. If you want to join his then go ahead, but for your role-plays, those belong on another thread
Back to the role-play....
I was leaning against a wall in one of the many alleys in No Man's Landing, watching the shifts of automations go by. It was an especially hot day, and there was no wind. I was bored. Terribly bored. I didn't even feel like fighting another technomite, which is my favorite automation to destroy. I needed a mission, but I couldn't just make one for myself. Ugh, this is the worst....
I finally forced myself out of the alley and walked down the street. The townspeople hurried about, and I occasionally smiled at a few of them. What could I do, what could I do...
"Ilayne? Come in, Ilayne." my transmitter beeped. I looked down at my wrist to see @Iliara_Mustardtop.
"What's up, Iliara?" I responded, a little excited to get some action.
"I had a question, have you seen Charles? Ya know, @Charles_Lampspeaker?"
"I haven't met him, but I know him. And no, I haven't seen him. Why ya askin'?"
"He was sent on a mission to get that mercenary - @Mr_D, I think. He hasn't come back, and it's been a day. I was just kinda curious why he was taking so long."
"I see. Mr D.... Draven, right?"
"Hm... well, I'll see if I can find Lampspeaker. Where was he sent?"
"The grease pits."
"The grease pits?! Yuck. Okay then. Thanks for the heads up."
"Yep. I would go with ya, but I'm stuck up with something. Good luck." The transmitter cut out, and Iliara's face disappeared. I dropped my wrist and smirked.
"Finally, something to do."