[Proper] Contemplations.

[Fox McCloud]

Somewhere not far from the bazzar but still out in open proper, the Starfox is sitting on his Arwing.  He lays back on the canopy hands behind his head looking up at the great expanse over top of him.  The Ares mutters to himself shakeing his head every few minutes.  *Muttered* "I don't know who to beleve anymore...Shit got deeper than I had thought it would be....." *Grumbles* "This place wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for all these damn Avatars."

[Brother Seneca Shakran]

A light, inquisitive rapping resounds off the hull of the arwing.  On the ground, staring up, is Seneca and his companion the Wraithlette.

"Hello?"

[Fox McCloud]

Fox jumps a little.  Apparently danger sense doesn't work if your not paying attention.  He looks down off the side.  "Yes?"

[Brother Seneca Shakran]

The Wraithlette giggles softly, at Fox's surprise.  Seneca softly gestures for her to regain her composure.

Taking on a completely innocent, and solicitous tone he inquire upwards.  "Oh my.  Please pardon the intrusion...but we were out for a walk, and overheard your sounds dissatisfaction.  We were wondering, if there was anything we might be able to do to help?  Lend a hand, lend a kind ear, lend a sandwich and drink or two, that sort of thing.  Seemed only the right thing to do for someone who parked in proper and started grumbling.

Of course, you can tell us to be on our way, and we'll be happy to mind our business."

The littlest shade, composure regained, tilts her head up at Fox.  The Ares could swear, that if it had a face, it would be displaying almost a begging desire to help him.

[Fox McCloud]

The Ares rolls to his side and off the Arwing to face them, landing with a gentle thud.  "I am sure it's nothing I can't handle....And like many avatars I don't feel comfortable disclosing everything." He looks at the ship and around proper. "As for parking here...I suppose I don't really have anywhere better to go.  My ship is my house for now....And wherever it lands is my home. It's the only thing that has remained completely familiar to me since I arrived here."

[Brother Seneca Shakran]

The elder shrugs his shoulders, and smiles.  "As you wish.  Fortune smile upon you.  Come along little one."

The Wraithlette then shrugs and turns to leave with her traveling companion.

(barring any interference, the two will exit off towards the Beacon.)

[Fox McCloud]

Fox watches them go for a few moments before realizeing where they are going.  "HEY!"  He shouts.  "Careful going over there.  The beacon has been acting weird.  At least that is what I have heard."

[Brother Seneca Shakran]

The pair stop, just before moving out of sight.  Fox though can hear Seneca's voice as if he were still standing next to him.

"Thank you for your concern, but we live there, remember?  Also, I helped bring that focus of power into being, albeit what seems like a lifetime ago. 

If it is acting *strange*, it is because child like minds are meddling with powers they simply do not understand.  Sadly, for your sake, this is often the case.  Idle hands are my workshop, or so the saying goes. 

Anything else?"

[TheonlyShamus]

"I have a question if ya don't mind answering it Brother Seneca" *Out from behind foxes ship Shamus walks out in a basic black gea with his Ak on his back and a black bird perched on his shoulder.*

[Fox McCloud]

Fox just shakes his head. "Nope....Carry on."

Fox turns quickly as the Shamus wanders out.  "You people just come out of the wood work don't ya?"

[Brother Seneca Shakran]

"You did decide to land in Proper, Fox.  Trouble, inevitably, will find you there.   

Shamus, you may tag along, if you can catch up.  It's nice to know that there is a Lightfoot, who is not above even stealing my time."

With that, Seneca turns to leave again, pausing just long enough, to allow Shamus a chance to catch up to him.

(going to move to another thread to give Fox his)

[Fox McCloud]

Fox taps a few buttons on his wrist console, and a hatch opens out of the hull.  Out of the opening a robotic arm lays down a small pallet covered in what looks like a mess of blue and white parts.  Anyone with an affinity to tech can see that it is all attached to itself. "Alright....Lets give this a try...Shouldn't be too hard." Fox seems to step up on the pile and then hits a different button and the mess begins to whir and move to its appropriate position.  The form locks together covering the Ares in armor.  He steps down from the pallet moving his arms and legs in verious awkward positions, becomeing accustom to how it moves and stretching out a bit.  He jogs in a circle for a moment.  "Alright.  I feel adjusted enough.  Lets do this.".  He holds his arms out and the jet nozzles on his back and legs kick on and shoots him upwards.  His trajectory decays leaving him shooting over the bazaar.

(threadhop)