Shin

I really hope Captain N guest-stars in an episode. It's weird seeing series based on games after so long, I had thought that the 90's had put people off the idea. It'll be interesting to see how things turn out.

I'm not going to lie, this is eerily similar to your last RP, which lasted a single chapter and maybe a week of RP after. I would strongly recommend revising over what went wrong last time, the most notable things being the lack of depth in scenes, poor communication with players and self indulgence in character hierarchy. As a player in the previous game, I have to say it's probably the worst experience I had roleplaying and that without any apparent changes, I feel it would be very likely to suffer a similar fate. This might sound harsh, but from running my own games, the current having been healthy for 18 months, there's signs that an RP is going to run into trouble from as early as the sign up post.

Roy has his fair share of fans from Smash and people who've played FE6. I was a little surprised to see Roy so high, it makes sense, but I'd thought he'd make the top 10!

A lot of the features he's got are part of a pack of stuff from the repository. I don't have a link handy but I can probably see if I've got it saved somewhere. Most of them are a straight IPS patch, but a few require some tinkering.

Soul Salvage Ezkiel's mad shouting simmered down, the man ignoring Claire for a solid minute before daring to look at her once more. "There is no escape... Engel could not protect me from his vile realm. Chased as an animal, handled as the earth beneath his feet... the world is burned into the very soul, those who have walked in the land of evil..." he rambled, his lip quivering in terror. "For he chooses fate in his own, as Engel does with us..." Feran was almost disappointed with Cass' unwillingness to play along, she could see him growing bored as a child would with an old toy. "Perhaps next time shall be sooner than you expect." he muttered, returning to the back of his cell. "I'll remember your face, I'm rather fond of it." A different guard had started walking down the hall, stopping at Feran's cell and banging his sword on the bars. "That's enough talk from you, one-eye. If we didn't have that bugger in the high security cell, you'd be in it for your mouth alone." he barked, glaring at the prisoner. "Yer doing the right thing ignoring him, miss. If we had our way he'd be next on the chopping block... there's someone else comin' for Ezekiel today, heavens knows how he's so popular with the ladies. Apparently she's been trying with him for a little while, maybe you can get some sense from her." Constance may now post! Date Night Lilith watched Alain intently, taking particular interest as he moved away to make a little more space for himself. Giving a cheeky grin, she started laughing, amused by his own smile. "As if you'd go around sacrificing children, I'm sure you have far better hobbies than that." she teased, puting her index finger on Alain's chest. "It's an unusual first date, but I'll bite. Perhaps I can convince you that I'm more than just a pretty face?" The other bar goers again avoided eye contact with Alain. In fact, the pair had been given a lot of space, an empty circle forming around them. "Don't worry about them." Lilith assured, giving the rest of the bar a friendly wave. "I have a bit of a reputation... so people don't get in my way." Alain has a date?

Gen three was supposedly going to be about the children reuniting with their parents, or something like that. I don't think much was planned, it seems more like a vague idea than anything else.

Consider the thread came after all of the others finished, it would be a safe assumption provided the context!

Greetings, I am SHIN. Everyone who's posted so far has generally given the jist of it, but there's a few things I'd like to add to the mix. 1. It would be unreasonable to expect you to read the entire story, there's several thousand posts across the various acts and it'd be a lot to get through. However, I would strongly recommend reading the summaries at the start of each act, and at least the last half of Act 3, just to familiarise yourself with the setting and world events. If there are any questions or explanations needed, I'm more than happy to answer. 2. The players listed on the sheet are considered active. Permanently canned or booted characters are removed entirely, and characters who are on temporary leave are stored with dead characters at the bottom of the spreadsheet. So, the currently active characters are from Owen to Marcus. The next group are party NPC's and then it's the dead losers. 3. Since it's been nearly two years since the RP's creation, all the roles have been filled up. However, many of them can still be adapted and worked with to create a feasible character. You're not exactly going to be able to play Owen's (other) long lost brother, but there's a lot of scope when it comes to class and social status. 4. The party is generally well rounded, although it's a little light on lances. There are currently two active mages in a party of ten, so a third is unlikely to be too unreasonable. I would implore you to think carefully when it comes to character creation. The system is designed to punish people who try to play it! Remember, in setting, light and dark magic are tied to the alignment system. Light magic in particular is part of the church, so a character using it should reflect that!

Broken Spirit "No man or woman, no matter their creed should have to learn the horrors that befell me." Ezekiel groaned, shaking as he recounted the past. Every feature of his face radiated a great terror, his shattered sanity crumbling away further with every moment. "His vision endless within his own world... his omnipotence rivalling that of Engel. To be chased every waking moment of each day, to sleep with one eye open, fearful that the darkness shall invade the realm of dreams. No! Within such a world exist no dreams, only nightmares! Death cannot become unto him within his realm, it is to try and drown a fish in water! Whether by blade or by flame, his existence... his plane of being can only be escaped by his own will..." Panting heavily, Ezekiel hurried forwards grabbing the bars of his cell. "For the light cannot touch me any longer! He brings terror to life, the devil sucking all from my existence... only Engel's acceptance of my soul will bring the end." he shrieked, his cries echoing down the hall. The other prisoner was perhaps less wild in his madness, but his words were not much less unsettling. "It took several axes to the gut to convince me to enter this cozy cell. Seven guards died before I could be contained, even now they do not dare remove me from here. It is less of a punishment for me and more protection for the public." he replied, standing up and walking right up to the bars, just at the maximum reach of his chains. "Allow me out and see how different I am. Or are your abilities so lacking that you not only require armour, but chains, bars and starvation to protect your soft delicious interior." Belial's Babes Lilith accepted the flagon back from Alain, taking a healthy swig from the vessel. "My last outing was rather profitable, and with the rumours of war, I have no real desire to travel to other nations alone." she replied, leaning into Alain's personal space. "But if I were to have a fine gentleman to accompany me, I would perhaps be tempted by such an offer." People around the pair had started shooting glances at them, averting their eyes as soon as Alain noticed. Nobody dared say a thing though, even the ugliest of brutes made sure to avoid making eye contact with Alain. "So, where would one go if given the opportunity?" Lilith asked, still very close to Alain. "Would you visit the wilds of Magonsaete... or the depths of Belial's lair?" Banjoes and Bears Nelon winced as Angus battered his spine, his injuries from Malaphar apparently not fully resolved. Geoffrey's interjection over Angus' trousers left Nelon completely speechless, both the sight and the smell were beyond words for the man to describe. One of the men at the stalls leaned over, looking Angus up and down. An older man with a big nose and mustache, he appeared to show some sympathy for Angus. "Yer be in luck, I got both cloth fer yer bear an' trousers for those legs." he commented, holding his exceptionally large snout closed with his fingers. "Never thought I'd see a youngster mad enough to try and raise a bear, was yer missus really that bad?"

Lakche and Skasaha are literally interchangeable other than the fact that Lakche is slightly more difficult to screw over and ends up with marginally better stats on promotion as well as gaining continue. They're both pretty decent units, and they're around for literally forever. The main problem is the lack of utility outside of combat, again there are other mounted units who can do just as well. Still, unless you literally decide to make Azel their father (which still results in them being reasonably decent), it's hard to screw them over. They have plenty of potential dads, and there's so many swords for grabs that they'll probably end up with at least a Steel Blade. Lakche - 4.5/10. Skasaha 4/10. Lakche's guaranteed inheritance and being generally harder to screw over puts her very slightly above Skasaha. Badney and Roddlebad are probably some of the more usable subs, but the problem is that they're strictly worse than the units they replace. Badney is passable in herself, but without a weapon with more than 50 kills or the Hero Sword, she really can't finish off enemies reliably. She gets a lot of stats from special conversations, which adds to her strength. She functions but without any other utility except her passable combat, she really struggles to do much other than exist. She's better than the likes of Hannibal, but that's not hard. Roddlebad however is a massive loser. He's literally worse than Badney in every parameter except he has Vantage which he can't really make good use of. He's in a passable enough class, but that's all he really has going for him. You can only get his special conversation if he's underleveled, which is fittingly about him being a loser. I'm hard pressed to think of many other units worse than him, even crab legs gives him a hard time. Badney - 2.5/10, Roddlebad - 1.5/10. They're both permanently inferior to the swordtwins, but Badney can at least function to some degree. Roddlebad at least has availability and isn't an active detriment, but the same could have been said for Ardan.

Throughout my experiences in life, I have managed to compile a list of traits that are alarming. - People who ask if anyone else wants the last of a communal snack/meal such as pizza. They don't really care if people want it, they want it for themselves, the greedy punks. - People who put soap on their dry hands, then rinse. You wouldn't put shampoo in your hair before it's wet! - People who start phrases with "I'm not racist but...", everyone knows that's what tax evaders say! - Horace. - People who give a passive aggressive question as a response to something you ask them. "Maybe I didn't feel like chicken tonight?" Fool, everyone feels like chicken tonight. - People who justify their admiration of a niche series by claiming that it's just not mainstream. If your interest was that good it would be mainstream! - People who put their socks on before their trousers, I swear there's something wrong with them. - Horace.

There was something about the old man's story that Tarquin couldn't help but focus on, the tale of his lost dreams of drawing had connected to him on some level. Whether it had been simply the fact that Tarquin drew from time to to time or the whole prospect of his own future wasn't clear to the boy, but there was part of it that hit home. With his own superior intelligence, the number of professions and fields he could enter were endless - as long as he were able to do so. "So even though you didn't do what you wanted when you were young, you found something when you grew up?" Tarquin asked, finding a brief pause in the man's speech. Tarquin didn't normally bother with the tales of other people, especially if they didn't have a direct consequence for himself. For the last fourteen years of Tarquin's life, he'd had almost no say or control in the direction he went. However, he'd chosen to speak to Cheryl and Nikolai, he'd chosen to go to the colony. Could he really find his own future, even as a science project? "Thank you, Mr Mario. I'll be sure to grow up and do something I like." he added, just as Bub was ready to leave. He wasn't sure what a landlady was, but it sounded like a kind of person that one shouldn't cross. Paying was his next priority, he'd have to figure out from watching a few people first - but the task seemed almost trivial compared to what he'd learned from one strange old man. - "The extermination around here's been pretty easy. Ain't got little cobbers running in the pipes like they do on the bases." Bill replied, giving the ground a particularly potent scrub. "If dirt started shooting back at me, I'd be in more trouble than a cut lunch commando in a Martian invasion!" It was good to see that Elaine was making friends, or at least finding people who didn't make her upset. Bill had an inkling it would have been good for her to have someone to follow her around - far better than moping in her own room. "I hope you get to see some bonza bots, mate." Bill replied, standing himself up, towering over his glorious clean battleground. "Never thought I'd see so many ankle biters interested in those giant tin cans, you're the third one I've seen here since we started!"

Speak the Devil's Name Ezekiel continued to mutter to himself, almost in a world of his own behind the bars. As the word Malaphar passed out of Claire's lips, Ezekiel's head jerked up, his glassy gaze directed at Claire. A glimmer of humanity shone from within him, perhaps a shred of the sanity he once possessed. "The Demon you speak of, Malaphar... dominion challenging Engel, darkness threatening Belial. He shall always be there, haunting the minds of those claimed. No man nor woman can comprehend such a twisted place. An unfathomable wasteland where Engel cannot shine, where Belial cannot tempt. A world where escape shatters the very soul." he rambled, his eyes starting to shake in their sockets. "Three long years, an eternity in torment... whether it were Engel or Belial... damnation is a fate less cruel than his domain." Freya however had a chance to view some of the other inmates. A vile bunch, many of them wouldn't have looked out of place in Magonsaete. However, the man opposite Ezekiel was different. He was almost satisfied in his chains, smiling smugly as he watched Freya with a solitary eye - his other was covered by a mess of bandages and his wild brown hair. "Worried I might say boo and scare your friends?" he sneered. "I'm here because I do more than scare people, they wished I only scared people." Fresh Pony "Such a sophisticated gentleman such as yourself, it must be unusual to enter such a crude place." Lilith replied, moving closer to Alain slowly. "It's hard to find a man who doesn't resemble a wild swine in a place like this. Their interests don't extend much beyond booze, sex and fighting... once you know one man, you know them all." She glanced back at a group of hooligans, the collection of brutes appeared to be trying to competiting in some alcohol consuming themed challenge. Smiling, she pushed a flagon on the table towards Alain, its contents audibly sloshing within it. "It's more something to pass the time." she yawned, putting her hand to her mouth. "I've made it clear to most of them that I have less interest in them than I do counting fleas on a goat. Those who couldn't understand were given an alternative lesson... I wonder, what can I teach you?" Parental Pleasantries "I had been considering redirecting your letters to your cell, but I feel it would have been poor taste." Anthony replied, ensuring his daughter didn't feel too appreciated. "All your belongings should be as they were, your mother had kept everything waiting for your return... it is not like I would know the first thing to do with a clothes iron. Do try to look presentable if you happen to meet her Majesty. She may actually be bold enough to send you back to prison!" Iron Pants Serge's entrance to the armoury hadn't been met with too much fuss, to them he was simply another mercenary looking to buy kit. However, with the presence of Adele gave the man at least one familiar face in the building. None of the other patrons were particularly noteworthy, although one young man, probably a little younger than Serge himself was eyeing some of the swords intently.

If every character is good in a game, it usually means the game's difficulty is pretty low. Good stats and functionality only matter if they're needed. Bad units allow a fall back if you happen to lose the good ones, and allow a self-imposed increase in difficulty. Mentioning Zealot, it takes Allan until level 20 to match his base durability and around level 15 for his offensive parameters (taking his better weapon ranks into account). It's more than possible to take him and Marcus to end game in normal mode, although their long term performance does tend to decline when people start promoting.

It really depends if they have any candy I can steal or not. I'll normally just if they're with someone, if they say no or can't give an answer, I'll let the nearest member of staff know. Even if it ends up being nothing, it never hurts to let them know.

Pick Up Line "Right you are, you little crab tickler. We'll be on it in a jiffy." the bartender replied, still trying to fend off the other patron. Passing through the other ruffians, the lone women had been left alone by the crowd. The f that she were clean and not even remotely grotesque quite possibly raised questions. Smiling slyly as Alain introduced, she shuffled her seat, giving the scholar a place to sit down. With long dark hair and unflawed features, the woman simply couldn't belong in the slums of Tytila. "Awfully polite, aren't you? Is this your first time?" she replied, gesturing for him to sit. "As it happens to be, I am... may I ask why you're so curious?" Mad, Bad and Sad Leaving the guard behind and passing the other cells, Claire's group were subject to haunted stares and mad grins, the darkness thankfully obscuring the deplorable captives present. Most just sneered at Cass' comment, but one man was either brave or mad enough to speak up. "No, but ain't seen a whore in a dress like yours since they locked me up." one cackled, rattling the chains that bound him. "Plenty of room in this cell for the two of us..." Reaching the cell at the end, Ezekiel was perhaps the most quiet of the inmates. He wasn't a terribly old man, perhaps somewhere in his fifties, but his hair had greyed, his scraggly beard and gaunt features most likely a result of his time in the asylum. Ezekiel looked up at Claire with empty eyes, a deep sadness present in his gaze. "Speak not the fells that become of thee, for Engel will see your light." he muttered, not blinking at all as he stared at her. "For the ground you have trodden on, the air you have breathed is beyond that which the great father above has given onto us. Those who have seen his face draw back in fear, the mask the demon wears cannot hide the intent to ruin all that Engel has given life to..." His ramblings trailed off into an intelligible noise, his vision dropping down to the floor in front of him. Style and Glamour Anthony remained sat in his chair, peering over as Sidney went to inspect the house. "I had assumed you would have returned eventually. One year is not enough time to fully revise your room. Your mother was adamant to ensure the household was unchanged on your return." he mused, relaxing back into his chair. "If you had gotten another year, I would have been tempted to have made it a game room. Chess has become rather popular lately, a game of battle with one's own wits. Perhaps if Prince Owen were to visit he would grace me with a game or two."

Experience Nelon seemed to have some sympathy for Angus, either that or he were too polite to agree with him. "Baron Kearney, at such a delicate age you are balancing your own title, your aid for Prince Owen and your own personal life." Nelon replied, giving Angus a thoughtful nod. "If you were able to carry such a burden alone from the beginning, you would not need to grow any further. I cannot say I fully understand your relationship with Morta, but I believe it is not in your character to intentionally cause harm. You may not have the word now, but you will find a way to speak to her." Continuing down the market, Nelon pointed out one of the stalls, manned by a middle aged woman. The pile of cloth in front of her was a promising sign for Angus' mission. "At least you will be able to solve one of your woes today... but I would like to see you with regards to your combat ability." Nelon added. "Whilst valiant, your techniques are unrefined and leave you incredibly vulnerable. If you wish to continue to serve Prince Owen, I would very much like to help nurture your abilities. Even with my wounds, there are things that I can show you." Lost Souls The guard smirked, Cass' response hadn't particularly changed his mind. "Awfully brave of you to wear a dress, I'm sure some of the inmates'll appreciate it." he replied, stepping to the side to let them through. "Let's hope that tincan keeps the three of you safe, anyone choosin' to go in a place like here probably deserves to stay." Claire mentioning the priest caused the man to chortle, his gruff voice letting of bursts of laughter as he unlocked the door. "You mean old Ezekiel? Nobody's come to see him in years, no friends, no family. Not even the church send people to see him." he added, opening the door slowly. "How about you see how brave you feel after you've had a wander. He's the last door on the left, just before the stairs. Maybe if you like him you can take him home with you!" The shadowy entrance to the asylum gave off an eerie aura, the depravity and dread housed inside almost leaked out to the street. Moans and groans could be heard, the occasional shriek or mad laughter adding to the cacophony. Rusted bars trapped the inmates in cells lining the entire corridor. The darkness consumed their far vision, but there were at least a dozen cells in view. High Class Vesta leaned in to listen to Serge, anticipating some sort of ghastly task. Was it such a task, one so secret that it had resulted in only a whisper? Furrowing her brow, she expected the worst, but the moment he uttered Adele's name. she leaped back - almost falling from the table. "You're a bodyguard for royalty?" she spluttered, her whisper so loud it could barely count as one. "They're in Tytila? That's crazy, there's so many questions that I'd need answers to... but if they're royalty, they should be able to cover the cost. I need to wrap up a few things here, but as soon as I've got the money and made my repairs, I'll take my ballista anywhere you want me to."

That was precisely my point. If you're rating units overall, you need to take into account that Levin isn't mounted and will generally not always be on the frontline. He may be a nuke, but unless this thread had very specific criteria on how the game was played, his lack of mobility compared to mounts is the reason he scores lower than Cuan and Ethlin.

Azel still results in functional swordtwins. Skasaha's not quite as well off because his strength's a tad lower and he struggles to kill with only astra to rely on. Levin would probably be more useful because critical and continue are better than a 10% magic growth for him. Lakche misses out on a little more magic but the skills are worth it. Claude's a deadbeat though, the res boost is only mildly convenient at best.

Whilst Levin is able to nuke stuff with Holsety, he isn't really necessary to kill said bosses. His early game is pretty limited and Sigurd can still manage to eliminate them too. No point jumping 20 feet over a 10 foot wall! One could say that LTC is an unfair measure for Levin, but when you start giving him the luxury of more turns to get into position, you might as well give Ardan enemy reinforcements to grind on!

I recall there being a string of values which decided which holy weapons could be passed down. Altenna has the Gae Bolg regardless, but I think the other three are all set to specifically be able to be passed down. EDIT: I think it's also done by item ID value rather than weapon editor slot, so just using their slots wouldn't work.

I've seen various bits of a couple of series, and for someone who generally doesn't like Gundam, the 08th MS Team is surprisingly watchable.

Harming Arms The armory was less of a bustling workshop and more a display of general arms and armour, the rows of blades and weapons certainly were more organised than the blacksmith. Considering the number of soldiers that were present in the building, it seemed that the establishment was popular with the army. An older man was at the desk, a rather large and musclar one who appeared to be missing his right arm from the shoulder down. Armoury Wares Revealed! Colourful Vocabulary "Fuck you, lady legs, enjoy your visit." The doorman replied, leaving Alain to enter the bar. Whilst not necessarily as dirty or foul as the Codger, the interior was still very rough and ready. The room was full of undesirables, cruel and violent looking folk who one wouldn't want to meet in a dark alley. Thugs with twisted faces, goons with broken noses, the bar had collected perhaps the most grusome assortment of people Alain had seen in a long while. The bartender wasn't much better, behind the battered counter was a man covered in scars. Leaning over to listen to Alain, it became clear that something had taken a good chunk out of his right ear. "What's that clown humper? Yer need something to eat?" he asked, practically climbing over the bar to listen to Alain. "We got all sorts. We got roast pigeon, fried pigeon, pigeon pie and the chef's surprise. Any o' that tickle yer fancy?" Another patron didn't appear happy, approaching Alain and the bartender menancingly. "Oi, badger breath! Where's my pie, don't serve a badger in a dress before you're done with me!" he barked. The bartender looked at him, putting his hands on down on the table firmly. "Yer take yer flounderin' back to the pond with yer, fishguts." the bartender retorted, apparantly hearing this man far better than he had Alain. "Takin' another order ain't gonna make yours not happen, this fancypants in bloomers will be waitin' too!" Cursing Horseman recruitment revealed! Fruit and Loops The asylum was tucked out of sight in a rather shady part of town, it appeared even the low lifes didn't really want to have much to do with it. A dark stoned building hidden amidst the slums, the only indication it were any different was the guard posted at its door, with a spear at his side and keys on his belt. As the trio approached, he did a doubletake, perplexed by the fact they were in that part of town, let alone heading for the asylum. "Hello there, ladies. Gotta say this ain't a part of town that you want to be wandering around in." he warned, looking especially at Cass and Claire. "Only having one guard with yer is mighty brave. Surely there ain't anybody you want to talk to in here, all a bunch of headcases talkin' nonsense." Garden Plans "Your mother had insisted on another flowerbed, but I felt that something with more character would be better for the centre of the garden." Anthony replied, avoiding the topic of Myrcia and his daughter's prison sentence for the time being. "There's only so many roses a man can look at before he wants a change." His tone became more solemn when it came to Myrcia, Anthony was visibly troubled by what was on his mind. "Myrcia has been under financial pressure from Deira... their economy is barely managing and their army has no means of even holding Deira back if they chose to invade. Intelligence suggests that Deira will be moving soon, and with Wyke under fire only Raewald would be able to take them on. A war of this scale hasn't been seen for centuries, the result would be devestating either way." Employment Vesta at least appeared interested in Serge's offer, but she appeared a little hesitant at his mention of not having the money currently. "Oh? I'm glad you're interested in hiring me, Mister Serge... your employer will have the money, right?" she asked, curious to the nature of the assignment. "I mean, if you think they'll want you to hire me, that's great... but a little more information would be nice. I need more details if I'm going to follow you to meet a mystery employer! It's not that you seem suspect, but it's more for my own safety than anything else."

Other than looking like a member of ZZ Top, Hannibal doesn't actually offer very much. He's only relatively durable and his inability to finish enemies, dodge or move is really detrimental. At least Ardan can do something in Gen 1, Hannibal is simply outclassed by pretty much everyone. 1.5/10 - His beard is really cool.

It was an odd sense of approval he was receiving. As considerate as it was for the old man to commend his habits, Tarquin felt it was more to the detriment of other people his age. Did they really have such much free time to mess around like that? How could they achieve their potential or even be remotely functional if they spent time lazing about? Despite the man's social commentary, he'd at least been decent enough to fetch the book down for Tarquin. He hadn't even considered if Nikolai would appreciate it, Tarquin's goal had been to help him access books, not shower him with praise. Praise was for succeeding at tasks that other people had assigned to you, not for ones that had been taken voluntarily. As long as he was able to do what was expected of him without criticism, Tarquin considered himself a content individual. "Most written material is primarily available in English, being fully fluent would offer a lot." Tarquin replied, taking the book from the man. It was another mundane interaction that he'd been able to tolerate, and he'd certainly been less of a drag than talking to or, more accurately, listening to Melissa. Ready to depart and figure out how to pay, the notion of what he wanted to do when he was older struck him, making him freeze in his tracks. What was his future? Even with his genetic superiority, there would have to be a day where he was no longer needed or able to continue out his assignments. Would he be abandoned by the research facility or the ANF? He was proving himself useful, but he couldn't even picture a future beyond his current existence. Thinking about it made him feel uneasy, his small existence swallowed by a sea of uncertainty. "I think I'm too young to think about that just yet, I would need to think about it in more detail." Tarquin replied, escaping from his intrusive thoughts for the time being. There had to be a way to escape naturally, to take the topic away from something that made him feel so lost. "How about you? When you were young, what did you want to do? Was it the same as what you went on to do?" - The young man seemed to get along well with Bill's Oily Booted Bandit, perhaps she was good with youngsters? It wasn't exactly part of the cleaner's code, but the young man's fascination with the mobile suits the pilots had used was an enthuiasm that Bill couldn't ignore. He wasn't sure who this boy was, but considering there was another pair of boys running around, it was reasonable enough to assume he'd be helping out. "Real bunch of tall poppies in the crew, there are. Can't imagine flying around in those teapots myself, sounds as scary as trying to tame a herd of elephants using a teaspoon. Right old bonza job though, " Bill remarked, in deadly combat with a particularly grubby stain on the floor. Bending right down, Bill took aim with his spray bottle, having no mercy for the scummy surface. "Now, time to get on with a battle of my own..."