Separate names with a comma.
I'm not scared to tell him. I just don't want to embarrass him. And thanks.
(I don't know anything about assassin's creed, so I'm going to wing it.)
Tarragon: stalks target.
Sam: walks to the bridge. Ready for next mission.
Name: Tarragon Age: 19 Weapons: Dagger. Bow and arrow. Looks: long black hair and purple eyes. Slender. Personality: keeps to self doesn't...
Sam: feels the ship lurch. Arms out to stay balanced.
Sam: not exactly sure what's going on.
Sam: wakes up from Cryo.
Master Cheif or Phantom of the Opera.
Sam: Dream. I'm fighting off covenant. They just keep coming until three zealots appear. I'm finished. They come at me and one stabs me through...
(You never know.)
Sam: "Well, I guess thats the best I can do for your wound I'm afraid. Rest here for a while. I'm going to get some sleep myself." Walks out and...
Sam: smiles. "Maybe."
Sam: "What?"
Sam: "Yeah. I don't know why though. I guess it's just a nice feeling." Finishes stitches. Adds painkiller medicine. "Knowing someone cares."
Sam: "Well, you don't hear that every day. And... I'm glad...."
Sam: "Yeah?"
Sam: "No it's not." Starts stitching up the wound. Hears a bang. "What was that?"
(How? We're in the Autumn.) Sam: "A crush? I don't understand."
Sam: cleans wound up a bit. Shrugs shoulders. "Not really I guess." (Next to who?)