The new generation....

Grog smiled as he looks back to her lowered eyes. Her eyebrows arched he assumes she likes what she sees. Their eyes meet briefly and her face breaks into a deep red blush as she looks behind her. Grog smiles a big smile and nearly stumbles up the next step catching himself in time. Looking at the next floor level he sees that theres only 4 more levels to go. He turns back to her pauseing for a brief moment her eyes still locked on the guy behind her. She keeps going and bumps into his solid chest stopping abruptly.

"Were almost to the top are you sure you dont need any help?"
 
'Oh, god this couldn't get anymore embarressing' Ziya thought to herself as she stared at the guy behind her, hopeing that it just looked like she was concerned about him. When all of a sudden she ran into something warm and hard. It was Grog. She made a weird half scream as she just about fell down the stairs. The only thing that stopped her, was Grog grabbing her shoulders.

"Were almost to the top are you sure you dont need any help?"

For a split second she considered indulging in the idea of Grog carrying her the rest of the way. She really wanted to say yes.

"No, I'm ok, I think I can manage."
 
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"No, I'm ok, I think I can manage."

Grog smiled at her still holding her shoulders their eyes lingering together for way longer then normal. He finally broke contact and stared at the floor letting go of her shoulders. Turning away from her he continues back up the stairs slower now, takeing them one at a time. Reaching the next landing he sighs and turns the corner starting up the next flight off stairs.
 
Ziya heard him sigh as he reached the landing. He was really disappointed, and he was really dragging his feet, maybe she should just let him carry her. It wouldn't hurt anything, and he had offered.

"Actually Grog, I think I might need your help, I think I twisted my ankle when I ran into you," She blushed, this was the most ridiculous thing she had ever done, oh well, cheap thrills, she thought to herself.
 
"Actually Grog, I think I might need your help, I think I twisted my ankle when I ran into you"

Grog hearing that laughs to himself and turns around. A large smile spread across his face greats Ziya as he strides over to her. Looking closely it looks like his already red face is even redder. Bending over he grabs Ziya easily from behind the knees and cradles her back. In an instant shes lifted 6 feet into the air pressed up against his massive chest muscules.

"Isent this better?"
 
Grog stopped and turned with a big smile on his face. Ziya just about burst out laughing. Looking at him she could tell that he was in on the scherade. He reached down and picked her up pressing her against his chest. She put her hands on his shoulders.

"Isn't this better?"

She just about choked, she didn't know what to say, she just nodded her head. The warmth from his body seeped into her. She hadn't been cold before, expecially after all the steps they had climbed, but it seemed like his body was so much warmer. She began to forget about being embarressed and just reveled in the soothing warmth. Everything that had happened today seemed to follow the warmth, the fight on the cliff, being shot, their escape. It all seemed to pile up. She rested her head on his shoulder trying to make sense of everything that was happening.
 
Ziya seeming content with the new positon almost purrs in his arms. Resting her head on his shoulder Grog's body floods with pleasure, as he loves pleaseing others. He carries her quickly now up the next flight of stairs not even stopping to check for the strange man behind them.

"Once we reach the top we should we do?"
 
OOC: Sorry bout that.

IC: 'No I thought I'd catch the next elevator.' I surveyed the wrecked and burnt bodies. Poor guys, but chances are they had it coming. I looked back for my traveling companions, but didn't find them.

"Huh, didn't here the elevator open." I pushed the up arrow on the elevator and taped my foot impatiently. I waited 2 or 3 minutes for the next elevator to arrive. The tell tale ping sounded and I eagerly stepped forward.

The door slid open revealing an armed guard. Crap okay play it cool. The guard looked at me surprised for a moment and then began to raise the barrel of the rifle. "I'll take the stairs" I began to run to the stairs while drawing one of my needlers, a shot of plasma was fired hitting the wall where I just had been, and I ducked threw the doors and began to run upward.

The guard gave chase, and I had little choice but to blindly spray needles in his general direction. A lucky shot ended the chase, and I tucked the weapon back at my side. I continued my run upward till my companions were in sight.

Guess they didn't take the elevator. I slowed my pace to a walk and fallowed patiently. Eventually she bumped into him and twisted her leg. She had to be carried to the surface.
 
"Once we reach the top what should we do?"

"I'm really not sure, i guess the first thing we should work on is escaping here. We should probably be ready for a fight, if we're lucky, maybe that explosion we heard earlier will be distracting everyone."

Ziya opened her eyes and made sure the strange man was still behind them. So what would they do when if they all did get away from here?
 
OOC: I am doing a lot of homework today so my presence is going to be brief at best.

IC: "Perhaps we should concentrate on the escape portion of this plan. After all, when you think about it, an explosion isn't going to distract them to long especially since they heard the explosion of those plasma grenades earlier."

I smiled and continued behind them. "Besides I don't think we can decide what we are going to do after escape if we don't even know what this place is or why we are here?" You know chances are that is a silly statement, obviously these two aren't normal and that is probably why they are here, but then why am I here?

This big red guy is extremely strong, has four arms, and even though I was behind him and the lizard like person as well, I could see the blue flames of their weapons didn't effect him.

As for Liz there, she can grow scales that change color and allow her to blend in to the back ground and she healed her leg as well. Assuming the big guy is right and it wasn't the slime. Man that stuff is disgusting. I felt like vomiting just thinking about it.

I focused my attention back on the pair and spotted the burn mark on her arm. Huh, why hasn't she healed that wound if she can regenerate her leg? Perhaps she knew she needed to walk out of here, but she wants to keep it secret, after all she has that slime on it, and said I could of been responsible for the leg. Although I would obviously remember something about me as important as being able to treat burns instantly.
 
"I'm really not sure, i guess the first thing we should work on is escaping here. We should probably be ready for a fight, if we're lucky, maybe that explosion we heard earlier will be distracting everyone."

He nods and continues holding her in his massive arms up the next flight of stairs. The floor number now only a two he knows theres not much time to come up with something...if there is even anything to come up with at all.

"Perhaps we should concentrate on the escape portion of this plan. After all, when you think about it, an explosion isn't going to distract them to long especially since they heard the explosion of those plasma grenades earlier."

He turns and nods in agreement with the strange man. Still carrying Ziya and walking up the stairs he nearly trips but gains his balance quickly, not wanting to lose his lovely cargo tucked in his arms.

"If the explosion did distract enough of them I agree with him it wont be for long. The plasma grenade doesent help either, they have to know by know something is going on and that we have escaped. If not they were drunker then we all thought."

He turns back to the man and he appears to be deep in thought looking between Ziya and himself. He almost seems to be trying to figure them out, Grog smiles to himself and chuckles out loud.

*Good luck in figureing me out little man...even I havent yet.* He thinks to himself
 
Ziya knew they were nearing the top of the stairs, she closed her eyes again wanting to savour Grog's warmth and the scent of him. They were all going into a fight, where they didn't know the numbers, or what weapons the opposition possessed. She wanted to remember this, if anything bad happened.

As they reached the top landing, Ziya looked at Grog and said, "We should take stock of what weapons we have, how much amo..." Then looking down at the strange man, "And I'd really appreciate it if you tried healing my arm, the idea of going into a fight injured isn't appealing."
 
Ziya seeming to cuddle closer to his masive chest Grog lets out a small grunt of satisfaction. He pulls her closer to his body and holds her more tightly wanting to enjoy every second that remained.

"We should take stock of what weapons we have, how much amo..."

Ziya stops abruptly and looks back to the strange man still following them.


"And I'd really appreciate it if you tried healing my arm, the idea of going into a fight injured isn't appealing."

*Hopefully he will notice his powers soon...were going to need them*

In response to Ziya he starts to rummage through his satchel with his free hands counting the grenades and plasma packs by touch.

"I got about 20 grenades and 5 plasma packs...should last me through a decent sized fight."
 
Ziya heard a funny grumbling sound in the back of Grogs throat. She smiled to herself. If she didn't know any better, she would think that he was enjoying this as much as she was.

"I got about 20 grenades and 5 plasma packs...should last me through a decent sized fight."

"I have my two guns and enough amo to last a couple of rounds, and I have my knives."
 
"I have my two guns and enough amo to last a couple of rounds, and I have my knives."

"That should be enough to last you awhile....if not you could always hide behind me."

He says the last bit with a twinkle in his eye. He could simply offer her ammo or one of his 6 guns but instead he offers her protection. They start up the last flight of stairs and at the top a lone metal door greets the two. He slowly climbs the last few stairs before setting her down. His hand 'accidently' grabbing her ass as he lets her hop down.

"Here we are..."
 
Vegas

IC: Did he just cop a feel on her ass? Nah I must of imagined it. What weapons do I have? Well there is that needler I killed that one gaurd with. He didn't seem drunk to me, but maybe he was, or perhaps it was that group he blew up, I was behind to people at the time.

"Let me check I have one..." I paused briefly noteing the needler on my other side, think I'd remember something like that? "I mean two needlers... and a knife." I noted the long blade on my back. "As for how many rounds let me check." I instinctively checked the battery gauge and found that both guns were fine on power, even if fighting lasted all day, as for the needles them selves, my right gun had about half a clip left, around 400 shots, the left gun was around 600 shots at 3/4s full. "As long as the fight doesn't drag to long I am ready." I fliped the weapons to 3 round burst, just incase the fight does drag on, and placed them at my sides.

"As for your arm." It is best to humor her, just incase she wants to hide her regeneration more then escape, I just hope she isn't seting me up as some sort of patzi.

I placed my hand on her wounds and felt the strange tingle of the slime once more. "Ewww it's starting to congeal, its all snot like." I pulled my hand back and wiped it on my pants. I looked at her arm and it was in fact healed. "Ms for future refrence don't mess with my head before a fight."

Well here is hopeing any gaurds are drunker then Vicks and Wedge.
 
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