05-02-2004, 01:44 AM
Pushing himself up off the couch, Cam flicked off the TV and turned to give their visitors the once over. Despite the fact he had been channel surfing all morning he had yet to find coverage of any sport he could get interested in amongst the baseball and professional wrestling shows and the chance to actually go somewhere might prove interesting. "Jist gimme a wee minute and ah'll be right with ye." he said, a slight grin forming on his features. Chandi wasn't the only one who had learned some new tricks.
Closing his eyes for a second he stood silently, concentrating. When he opened his eyes their usual icy blue had been replaced with a seething mass of energy which flowed outwards forming a growing, glowing disc above him which pulsed and seethed causing the air to crackle at it's surface. Taking a step forward Cam leaned into it, his upper body disappearing from the view of the others in the room leaving only his slacks covered rear visible. His voice came back to them although it had a strange distant quality to it, as though he were talking from a long way away. "Ah jist need tae get a couple o' things" he said, although this was then followed by a clatter of metal and a string of curses, at least some of which appeared to be in japanese. After another minute of hidden activity the disc began to dissipate and Cam appeared whole before them once more.
When he stood upright, they could see he was now wearing a dark blue shirt, open at the neck and covered in a jolly palm tree motif. Over his right arm hung his long dark topcoat, which swayed heavily as he stood up, and in his left hand he held his pistols in their holster. They were clipped together in such a way that it looked like he was holding a giant T in his hand. Cam reached around and deftly clipped the holster onto his belt settling the guns in the small of his back. "Alright. Ah'm ready tae rock'n'roll." he said as he flipped his coat onto his shoulder and headed for the door. "Come away Chandi and show the blowhard what a real pilot can dae with that jet o' theirs." he called over his shoulder as he winked at her.
Closing his eyes for a second he stood silently, concentrating. When he opened his eyes their usual icy blue had been replaced with a seething mass of energy which flowed outwards forming a growing, glowing disc above him which pulsed and seethed causing the air to crackle at it's surface. Taking a step forward Cam leaned into it, his upper body disappearing from the view of the others in the room leaving only his slacks covered rear visible. His voice came back to them although it had a strange distant quality to it, as though he were talking from a long way away. "Ah jist need tae get a couple o' things" he said, although this was then followed by a clatter of metal and a string of curses, at least some of which appeared to be in japanese. After another minute of hidden activity the disc began to dissipate and Cam appeared whole before them once more.
When he stood upright, they could see he was now wearing a dark blue shirt, open at the neck and covered in a jolly palm tree motif. Over his right arm hung his long dark topcoat, which swayed heavily as he stood up, and in his left hand he held his pistols in their holster. They were clipped together in such a way that it looked like he was holding a giant T in his hand. Cam reached around and deftly clipped the holster onto his belt settling the guns in the small of his back. "Alright. Ah'm ready tae rock'n'roll." he said as he flipped his coat onto his shoulder and headed for the door. "Come away Chandi and show the blowhard what a real pilot can dae with that jet o' theirs." he called over his shoulder as he winked at her.
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