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by Monfrox » Wed May 28, 2014 3:52 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Swith Witherward » Wed May 28, 2014 3:55 pm
Monfrox wrote:"The money should most likely be left here, and not burnt. Even if the vault has a ventilation duct, the rising smoke can broadcast our position, either by sight or smell. Nocturnal creatures with night vision or acute senses of smell will pick us up. Not only that, but more of those machines may come as well, and we already set up a fire at the last post, so if anyone had followed it, then they may be on the lookout for another fire tonight. We need to be more careful than we already have been. And you also don't want to weigh yourself down with anything unnecessary." Varona told the group. Whether she was playing adult or just making an advisement, she still had some good points.
Mincaldenteans wrote:“Where in Fek'lhr do you all think you’re going?” The portly warrior asked gruffly, having stayed outside with a few more of his men while he polished off the rest of the bloodwine for the targ hide canteen. He wiped his whiskers with his forearm, a belch muffled by it but the odor was enough for Mezran to make a low rumble, or perhaps it was the question that annoyed him more.
Glaring at the old warrior, Mezran responded impatiently while putting his weapons away, “Where we please! Where else!?”
“We have more caves to to burn those yIntagh'pu out of existence, you cannot leave now!” The old man said with a huff, fussing over his worn leather glove while he was at it.
“Then as I told the young pup in there, deal with them, we’ve had our fill and we have slain more of those vermin that half the guild out here! Our actions are worthy of song and drink! Now be on your way, or I’ll feed you to the scum myself!”
The old man chortled, thinking it a joke and perhaps it was given how cuddly and innocuous the creatures were, “As though they have a taste for Klingon flesh!”
“They will from you!” Mezran said, a snide grin forming and gained the captain a mumbled curse from the old man who shook his head, seeing no reason to pursue the matter any longer.
Not wasting another moment with the newcomers, the tribblegroup left and began their march back to the city. Mezran hummed a few songs he knew of as they marched back which soon turned out to be a one man chorus as his voice coincided with the stomping of his boots and the swing of his arms in dramatic performance for a few verses. He didn’t know if his voice was any pleasant and the warrior was too elated for a day well spent to care. The saving grace being his weapons were sheathed lest he faced two cultists and a conservator to which he truly knew not of their true potential if they got annoyed. The heat had lessened considerably, like a blanket that managed to capture the fading warmth of a body, fleeting yet comfortable, and thus their hike back to Varth was quicker than usual.
The city was busy as usual, but with the sun setting to the east, (yes east, because Qo’Nos is odd like that), its residents were moving at a different pace as though the energy in them were waning and not so frazzled as it was earlier in the morning. The little ones however ran around with the same vigor they had this morning, some with fake swords and spears and the adults were torn from chastising their children or doing business with merchants. Dotting the streets were warriors from all corners of the homeworld, also returning to their stations while some kept vigilance in maintaining the city's security. Varth’s Chosen already had its doors open to a few that had made it back before them.
The old crone was standing outside.
“So, got tired of fighting the parasitic filth did you? Maybe you’ll do better in Kahless’ campaign, its less strenuous than fighting a horde of fur, I hear, much easier challenge for the sorry lot of you.”
Mezran glowered at the woman, he bared his teeth in a sharp smile, “This must be your usual charm, how else could you have been matriarch of this place for this long.”
The crone chuckled, shaking her head, “Inside, inside, there’s food and drink to be had. Our next campaign against the vermin won’t begin for another two cycles and we have bounty to divvy up.”
“Good!” Mezran cheered, he turned to face his companions, “Come, my friends! Let us feast!”
Though the captain looked forward to a good meal and a stiff drink, the Klingon would find a twist – a pang – of… what was it? Guilt? Sadness? He didn’t know how to classify it, only that he knew by the end of the night, when the moon was at its peak, they would be gone.
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by Monfrox » Wed May 28, 2014 4:11 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
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by Germanic Templars » Wed May 28, 2014 4:20 pm
The BranRiech wrote:Oh boy . . .
Natiya had no idea that she'd get any choice in the matter, and thought to herself for a few seconds. If she was going to have a set of armor, it would obviously be her favorite colors. "Hmm, well the colors should be easy enough, but I'll need a runthrough of the materials I could choose from." She nodded in understanding. "The main color should be blue, same as my clothes right now, and then with the detail coloring as white and black."
She looked through the Holo-pad, trying to decipher what was on it.
by Giovenith » Wed May 28, 2014 4:26 pm
by The BranRiech » Wed May 28, 2014 4:37 pm
by Torsiedelle » Wed May 28, 2014 4:41 pm
by Monfrox » Wed May 28, 2014 5:01 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Germanic Templars » Wed May 28, 2014 6:39 pm
The BranRiech wrote:Taking the screen into focus, Natiya sighed, too many choices. "For patterns? Hmm, I like the second option, with each piece of armor outlined, and then for the chest, I'd like it a bit form-fitting, if possible . . ." She blushed slightly at that, figuring she could wear a vest over it or something. "Then probably something a bit medium on the shoulder pads, and then light on the knee-pads."
She looked to Aleki, wondering if he approved.
by The BranRiech » Wed May 28, 2014 7:12 pm
Germanic Templars wrote:Aleki nodded. He would approve whatever she choose.
"You mean like zhe digital patterns?" The German asked as he typed some stuff in onto his data pad. Instantly the suit on the monitor showed that of a digital chest piece with blue on it with some shades of black and everything between the two.
"Zhis work, ya?"
by Germanic Templars » Wed May 28, 2014 8:29 pm
The BranRiech wrote:Germanic Templars wrote:Aleki nodded. He would approve whatever she choose.
"You mean like zhe digital patterns?" The German asked as he typed some stuff in onto his data pad. Instantly the suit on the monitor showed that of a digital chest piece with blue on it with some shades of black and everything between the two.
"Zhis work, ya?"
"Yes, wonderfully."
Natiya smiled at her idea, her mind's creation, that this was a unique set of armor that she would be receiving. Of course, she probably never had enough money to ever repay this to Aleki, but it was amazing that he was willing to do this for her. She simply loved visiting Aleki's homeworld with him, and this was just extra fun, but she was definitely interested as well.
"And now you guys make it? I'm a bit new to this place." She asked politely.
by Tiltjuice » Wed May 28, 2014 8:55 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Mincaldenteans wrote:“Where in Fek'lhr do you all think you’re going?” The portly warrior asked gruffly, having stayed outside with a few more of his men while he polished off the rest of the bloodwine for the targ hide canteen. He wiped his whiskers with his forearm, a belch muffled by it but the odor was enough for Mezran to make a low rumble, or perhaps it was the question that annoyed him more.
Glaring at the old warrior, Mezran responded impatiently while putting his weapons away, “Where we please! Where else!?”
“We have more caves to to burn those yIntagh'pu out of existence, you cannot leave now!” The old man said with a huff, fussing over his worn leather glove while he was at it.
“Then as I told the young pup in there, deal with them, we’ve had our fill and we have slain more of those vermin that half the guild out here! Our actions are worthy of song and drink! Now be on your way, or I’ll feed you to the scum myself!”
The old man chortled, thinking it a joke and perhaps it was given how cuddly and innocuous the creatures were, “As though they have a taste for Klingon flesh!”
“They will from you!” Mezran said, a snide grin forming and gained the captain a mumbled curse from the old man who shook his head, seeing no reason to pursue the matter any longer.
Not wasting another moment with the newcomers, the tribblegroup left and began their march back to the city. Mezran hummed a few songs he knew of as they marched back which soon turned out to be a one man chorus as his voice coincided with the stomping of his boots and the swing of his arms in dramatic performance for a few verses. He didn’t know if his voice was any pleasant and the warrior was too elated for a day well spent to care. The saving grace being his weapons were sheathed lest he faced two cultists and a conservator to which he truly knew not of their true potential if they got annoyed. The heat had lessened considerably, like a blanket that managed to capture the fading warmth of a body, fleeting yet comfortable, and thus their hike back to Varth was quicker than usual.
The city was busy as usual, but with the sun setting to the east, (yes east, because Qo’Nos is odd like that), its residents were moving at a different pace as though the energy in them were waning and not so frazzled as it was earlier in the morning. The little ones however ran around with the same vigor they had this morning, some with fake swords and spears and the adults were torn from chastising their children or doing business with merchants. Dotting the streets were warriors from all corners of the homeworld, also returning to their stations while some kept vigilance in maintaining the city's security. Varth’s Chosen already had its doors open to a few that had made it back before them.
The old crone was standing outside.
“So, got tired of fighting the parasitic filth did you? Maybe you’ll do better in Kahless’ campaign, its less strenuous than fighting a horde of fur, I hear, much easier challenge for the sorry lot of you.”
Mezran glowered at the woman, he bared his teeth in a sharp smile, “This must be your usual charm, how else could you have been matriarch of this place for this long.”
The crone chuckled, shaking her head, “Inside, inside, there’s food and drink to be had. Our next campaign against the vermin won’t begin for another two cycles and we have bounty to divvy up.”
“Good!” Mezran cheered, he turned to face his companions, “Come, my friends! Let us feast!”
Though the captain looked forward to a good meal and a stiff drink, the Klingon would find a twist – a pang – of… what was it? Guilt? Sadness? He didn’t know how to classify it, only that he knew by the end of the night, when the moon was at its peak, they would be gone.
It took everything in Ha'nS' power to restrain himself from slapping the fat Klingon. A softly mumbled "für fucken willen" escaped his lips but the sound failed to catch anyone's attention. Mezran's... marching song? Is that singing? Is he dying? What the hell?... noise was tolerable right up until Dolf joined in. The younger cultist didn't know the words and the resulting din was like nails on a chalkboard to Ha'nS' ears. He focused on ChryS instead, occupying his mind with naughty thoughts as they hiked back to town.
Ha'nS figured the fat Klingon would corroborate any tales they told that night. His primary concern was a good meal, some strong drink and perhaps wooing ChryS under an alien moon. The old crone's words brought those imaginings down a bit. Campaign? To kill innocent fuzzballs who were only doing what came natural? Yet this wasn't his planet or people and it wasn't his choice to make. He was accountable to himself and to the avatar he worked for. What others did wasn't his concern as long as they held to their principles and acted with honor.
"A feast is in order. Thousands died by our hands," Ru'hOff barked and clapped Mezran on the back. He leaned closer and whispered, "It's a pity we can't liberate a few barrels before we go."
by The BranRiech » Thu May 29, 2014 4:43 am
by Terintania » Thu May 29, 2014 8:33 am
by Germanic Templars » Thu May 29, 2014 10:47 am
The BranRiech wrote:She obviously wanted some Graphene, but Natiya knew better. If Aleki was fine with it though, she'd certainly take that option sooner than all the others, though the first one seemed fine enough, just probably shouldn't get near some electricity then. She figured she'd consult Aleki in this case. "So wait, which type is your armor made from, or is it something different? I'd like the Graphene, but I don't seem too keen on the cost very much unless you are."
Turning back to the lively clerk, she smiled.
"My apologies if this is taking longer than usual." She grinned, blushing still.
by The BranRiech » Thu May 29, 2014 11:26 am
by Cerillium » Thu May 29, 2014 12:19 pm
Terintania wrote:Nex had remained silent as they got the door open and planned and whatnot, simply looking around and taking everything in. After a while, though, he spoke up,"Am told me some new information. He said that the nanites come at dawn and dusk, every day. So that's another thing to keep in mind as we travel." With that, he simply leaned against the wall and looked around. He seemed willing to help if anyone had a task for him, but didn't seem to know of anything to do currently, so he just stood there.
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by Germanic Templars » Thu May 29, 2014 2:27 pm
The BranRiech wrote:"Well, I'll definitely take the Graphene, but if that's not possible, then I'll take the first one." Natiya smiled. Her mind was made up about it, and she finally figured she would get her armor. "Oh, Aleki. I really appreciate this."
She turned back to the Man behind the counter.
"Thanks to you too."
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by Mincaldenteans » Thu May 29, 2014 4:38 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:"A feast is in order. Thousands died by our hands," Ru'hOff barked and clapped Mezran on the back. He leaned closer and whispered, "It's a pity we can't liberate a few barrels before we go."
Tiltjuice wrote:"We can't?" ChryS said, mindful of Ha'nS' eyes on her but not sure what to do about it. She lowered her voice. "Do you still have infinite pockets? I could throw a distraction, if you want."
by The BranRiech » Thu May 29, 2014 6:01 pm
by Germanic Templars » Thu May 29, 2014 8:07 pm
The BranRiech wrote:"I think I'd like to have the Auto-cooling system just so I'm not flooding the suit with sweat and whatnot, and probably the . . . Uhm . . . What's the Kinetic Barrier all about?" She asked, interested by the idea. The other ones turned her off of them though, if she was trusted with a Jetpack, then society had failed her somehow, and she'd probably just end up hurting someone with it.
Her smile betrayed none of this though.
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by Primordial Luxa » Thu May 29, 2014 9:28 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:Primordial Luxa wrote:"Each part of his body is compressed and combined into that powder." Primordial said walking back to the books "One specks his thumb, another his neck, another his shoulder. I have to find the chemicals that can heal him and then I can use the rites of the Lurker to bring him back."
Naomi pushed aside thoughts of Aegis reforming missing a thumb or an eye simply because someone forgot to scrap the flake from the cauldron. It was an unsettling feeling.
"Lurker? Bones is going to help?"
Her eyes scanned the room in expectation of an old and familiar face squeezing out from between two books. Maybe he was hiding under a desk or in someone's pocket. But no, that was foolish. He hadn't been by in a long while. She embraced the painful twinge that pierced her heart and let out a soft sigh. "I suppose not, huh?"
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Fvaarniimar » Thu May 29, 2014 9:54 pm
Cerillium wrote:And so it was by a freak occurrence of circumstances and a hell of a lot of GM godmoddery that several people all attempted to open the door at the exact same time. The sound of clattering dice caused the dog to lift his head. He studied the small blackish cubes as they skipped across the hard surface of the GM's home office and, without even so much as saying 'please', he grabbed the top percentile the moment it dropped to the floor. Thus, everyone was spared great sorrow because, without that all-important die, everyone managed to make the saving throw.
(The dog couldn't care less and was more concerned over the rough manhandling he received the moment his owner thrust a finger into his sharp-toothed Pomeranian mouth to pry the die out again. Damn dog.)
Sterling's magic unlocked the door just as Bran and Marcus lashed out with their legs. The result was the door swinging open with a bang and nearly hitting Nick as he dropped from the vent. Bran and Marcus tumbled forward into the teller area. Luckily for everyone else, Varona wasn't spooked and didn't accidentally discharge her weapon and FUBAR was actually watching the door-busting efforts and thus didn't register any untoward threat at the loud sound.
Because I really did try to kill some of you. Call it spite. Call it whimsy. You should all send dog treats to Keba in gratitude.
Bran and Marcus had a better view of the teller area now. The space hadn't seen traffic in some time and it was apparent that people fled quickly. Money littered the floor and several drawers were still open. A set of keys had been dropped and was covered in a dusty layer. One of them was bound to unlock the door marked Private.
Marcus took the keys and unlocked the door. It opened onto a rather dark hallway where the employees had a lounge, the management had offices and, of course, the safe was located. The safe was a behemoth which contained lock boxes; the main door was ajar (because the die is soaking in soapy water); the inner area much too dark to see into. Little if any natural light crept past the teller area.
The lad peered at Bran and then at the companions still in the bank lobby. "Do we set up camp?" His mind was now dwelling on the fact that something had averted the nanites from exploring the bank and he wondered if it was as unoccupied as it seemed.
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