<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9a/1d/5a/9a1d5aea9ef45a95f49fffbc29dd140b.jpg)</div><hr/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Jacob Longstride (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2717405)<strong>Class:</strong>Gunbreaker<br/><strong>Hp:</strong>15/15<strong>AC:</strong>17<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Naru, Geara, and Bem, Y'mir<br/><strong>Ongoing Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>He did not expect the other two to follow them into the guts of the ship, but he did appreciate their input. Sighing he placed his multitool back into it's it's little spot on his mesh gear before speaking."All good ideas, damage is to old to really tell what caused it. Kind of don't want to meet it if it took out an airship in a single strong blow like this." he leaned over and gripped his hammer once more, hefting it over his shoulder to rest it."Either way, I don't even want to try kicking this thing on. Just as likely to kill ourselves than get any real power out of it. Maybe we can find a replacement or an alternative nearby."<br/><br/>When Y'mir and Bem passed he could not help but smirk "Don't worry, I'll be there before hes done with you." he called back.<br/><br/>Turning back to Naru and Geara he nodded "So, just keep an eye open for anything that might be useful. Even if we don't have much that will run off of magicite right now, we<br/>establish a decent powersource we could certainly get something to use it." Personally he would feel better at camp if they had some sort of barrier. With that he was off, turning to follow the two smaller cat boys to make sure they did not get into to much trouble(at least that's what he was telling himself.)<br/><br/><div align="center">. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . </div><br/>Jacob was enjoying the evening meal as they sat around the campfire, Far Rider explaining to them their goals and the team names she had decided upon. To be fair, naming them after the Twelve seemed a bit...a bit something, he could not really think of the right word. Like a good Solider his weapon was still within reach and freshly cleaned and loaded, three of the chambers having a slight pulsing glow to them as they were infused with his Aether.<br/><br/>Setting his plate down next to him he placed a hand on Y'mirs head "To be fair Y'mir, you don't let a lot of things roll away from your tongue easily."