http://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/api.php?action=feedcontributions&user=Otto&feedformat=atomFlexible Survival - User contributions [en]2024-03-29T10:13:53ZUser contributionsMediaWiki 1.29.0http://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Rocket_Propelled_Shenanigains_-_RPLOG&diff=1331948Rocket Propelled Shenanigains - RPLOG2019-08-18T00:10:03Z<p>Otto: /* Date */</p>
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<div>=Participants=<br />
* [[Ebreus]]<br />
* [[Kalsouthpaw]]<br />
* [[Kamryn]]<br />
* [[Lilliana]]<br />
* [[Magnus]]<br />
=Date=<br />
Saturday August 17, 2019=Log=<br />
<div></div><div title="Magnus"><p>&quot;LAAAAADIIIIIIES AND GENTLEMEN! Welcome to the first ever Fairhaven Airobatics JetRace! With the advent of personalized flying machinery, we have had several paths to take this miraculous new methods of transportation! Use it responsibly and refine it for the benefit of the wide masses, or...&quot; the fennec&#39;s foot falls as sparks fly out from behind the platform he stood on &quot;OVERCLOCK THE FUCK OUT OF THEM AND RACE AND SUPERSONIC SPEEDS, RISKING LIFE AND LIMB FOR THE HELL OF IT!&quot; he&#39;d scream out with vivid enthusiasm. The event seems to have gathered quite the crowd, and this was ofcourse a problem for the workers, who were down the road, doing their duties... for now. </p><br />
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<p>&quot;But ofcourse, there is a way to make use of this glorious, toe-curlingly, blood-bubblingly fantasma-astical mayhem! Today&#39;s event will ensure our good workers here are saved a hecking lot of effort, as your goal will be, in fact, to not only reach the other end of the track, but retrieve your individually assigned load of materials and tools needed for the work done here today. Crash? Well... you&#39;ll have more important things to worry about than failing your delivery. These things can be volatile.&quot; Magnus winks as his hand waves at the quartette of back-mounted boosters readied for the participants. </p><br />
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<p>Hopping off of his platform, the fox looks between the four contestents and beckons them over to a table set a little off to the side. &quot;The track is easy to follow, I mean it&#39;s marked with flags, stay between the red and the green, don&#39;t even think about cheating either, I have sentries stationed and they&#39;ll radio back if someone tries being a stinker. Additionally...&quot; his fist strikes the hard wooden surface, causing it to open up wide and reveal a small tresure trove&#39;s worth of tools in a hidden compartment beneath. &quot;You have thirty minutes to make adjustments to your pack, if you so wish. Mind, the heavier you are, the harder you&#39;ll turn. Momentum is a bitch. Once you reach the end of the track, you&#39;ll find what you need to pick up ready to lift on a platform just outside the lobby. Take one, and only one. I mean why would you take two? That makes no sense... any questions?&quot;</p></div><div title="Kalsouthpaw"><p>Kalsouthpaw bounces and waves at the the gathering crowd, soaking up the host&#39;s words into his big swirly-tipped radar ears as well as the energy from all the attention of the audience. He cheers, &quot;You&#39;re all in for the best airshow ever!~&quot;, working to drum up hype as he makes his way over to the toolbox - and of course, the boosters. &quot;Oh yeah, how much do the loads weigh? I need to make sure I can actually lift it,&quot; he giggles.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Arriving on the scene to the race as almost definitely the heaviest racer Ebreus couldn&#39;t help but snicker at the Fennec announcer&#39;s performance. He&#39;d stride up to the boosters and tool kits with a big smile on his face as it&#39;s explained that they&#39;d be given time to modify the packs before the start. Grabbing one and a modification kit he says, &quot;This should be fun... assuming nobody collapses a building or three.&quot; chuckling at his own comment. Carrying his chosen pack a few steps away from the supply table and sitting with his back to the other contestants opens up his pack and begins work amping up the power and routing a good deal of it to turning thrusters to counteract his weight.</p></div><div title="Lilliana"><p>Lilliana stood staring at the fox for a good few seconds in silence. Internally marvelling at the chance she had to flex her tinkering muscles here. Her vulpine tail twirled thoughtfully as she stepped up to the booster before her. She glances to the other competitors as they speak and nods in agreement with Kal, &quot;Aye, how much are we going to be hauling?&quot; She adds to the discussion, contemplating how she might get around carrying too heavy a load.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Arriving a little later than the others a neatly dressed snow leopard approaches the platform, her familiar latex form recognisable to those that know her as Kamryn. She gives a slightly nervous wave to the assembled crowd, not having expected quite so many observers for the event. She greets the enthusiastic fennec and the other contestants, in particular giving Ebreus a coy grin. &quot;Weight&#39;s important, but it&#39;s not the only thing - Are we collecting bundles of loose parts, or something more like a large crate?&quot; she asks, picking up the last of the jetpacks from the table to examine it. &quot;The weight distribution might affect how I modify this thing, particularly if you&#39;ve got some sharp turns planned&quot;. She takes her medical bag and rifle off, setting them down and retrieving some items from her own toolbelt to begin work on the pack&#39;s thrusters in an attempt to divert a little of their thrust sideways to improve their lateral stability.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>&quot;Dudes, it&#39;s a case of scap and wires, each case is the same weight, and it&#39;s like... nothing, it&#39;s 20kg.&quot; The fox shakes his head. &quot;Relax, you can all lift it, and if you can&#39;t, then just attach a hook to your pack and let it do the weight carrying. This is a race, not a strength competition.&quot; he&#39;d then hop onto the platform and let his voice boom once more. &quot;Ladies and gentlemen, we need to give our contestants some time to apply the modifications they need, they have exactly...&quot; he&#39;d press down a button on the platform where he stood and a large countdown timer appears right behind him, glowing bright green neon digital numbers as it starts the second by second timer of &quot;THIIIIIRTY MINUTES! I am so happy you were all able to come here today, please make sure to follow the action on our screen over HERE!&quot; his finger flicks over towards the wall behind the crowd, where a large and expensive looking LCD screen resided. &quot;Where a live feed from our stationed sentries will broadcast to you the race as it happens!&quot;</p></div><div title="Kalsouthpaw"><p>The robed blue-furred rodent nods with enthusiasm, the small critter&#39;s lithe frame scampering between his toolkit and his jetpack the moment the timer starts, his question answered. From beneath Kal&#39;s gaudy yellow robe he pulls out a few wires and an additional capacitor, linking it to the reins of the booster. It was the closest thing to injecting nitrous oxide the critter could get without outright running to a store and buying actual nitrous! Every ounce of Kal&#39;s work goes into pushing the booster&#39;s limits: increasing flow rates and disabling any pesky limiters. Finally, he braces the load with some thick climbing gear hooks as tightly to the pack as he can to avoid losing it at potentially breakneck speeds!</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Performing some preliminary modifications as the clock starts the Hellhound reaches the point where changing what&#39;s already there will take him all the further it will in just a few minutes and so with plenty of time to spare Ebreus calls out, &quot;We allowed to add stuff to the packs?&quot; as he plots out just how best to supercharge it if he&#39;s allowed to add another power source.</p></div><div title="Lilliana"><p>Lilliana looks down at the jetpack. She had truly never seen anything like it before. But thankfully it seemed like thrust came out of the one end, and then the backpack went the other way. She grabs some tools and begins opening the device up. If she could, she was planning to help her chances by increases the ease at which she could take those turns, after all, as the fennec said. Momentum was indeed a bitch. She starts with beefing up the system that directs the flow of exhaust, going slow was not as bad as flying full tilt into a wall. She looks over to her other competitors,Abovewho seemed to have a slightly better grasp on the workings of this odd contraption. &quot;Well guys, may the best tinkerer win! Drink on me if nobody crashes.&quot; She says with a chuckle as she sets about attaching large misshapen chunks to direct the flow, her technique appearing far more improvised than calculated. She cut off chunks of the housing where she deemed it not imperative to aerodynamics or structural integrity to possibly save on weight. Finally she added a harness that would sit in front of her chest, leaving her hands free while she carried the load. She pauses intermittently to bash out a bend in the shell here and there as she turns the pack into an unsafe looking monstrosity encapsulating the phrase, &quot;It ain&#39;t pretty but it works&quot;</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Raising a screwdriver in salute to Lilliana&#39;s fox enthusiasm with a smile, the snow leopard focusses mainly on the thrust nozzles of her pack, dividing the apertures in two and cannibalising some ducting from less essential parts of the device to create a source of lateral thrust in addition to the main lifting jets. Knowing Magnus this wasn&#39;t going to be a straightforward race, and with thoughts of the Loop of Kon Garat coming to mind, improving the ability to take corners and perhaps dodge around any unexpected obstacles seemed more useful than raw speed. She taps her comm, apparently causing an object that looks a little like a small metal backpack to fall from her back. Picking it up as a long tail uncoils from it, she opens a panel and removes a small microcontroller, adding it to the jetpack to act as both a method of controlling how much thrust is diverted to the new nozzles, and as a link to her comm. Checking the pack over and letting a brief low-intensity burst of thrust from each nozzle in turn, she checks the timer, relieved to find she&#39;d completed her modifications with even a little time to spare. She picks up the backpack-like object, now revealed to be some sort of drone, and places it onto the jetpack where several spindly legs wrap themselves around various protrusions to secure itself in place. Standing up, she puts the jetpack on and adjusts the straps for comfort, looking like she&#39;s ready to race.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>&quot;I mean, sure?&quot; the fennec answers with a shrug. &quot;You use what you modify and you race as you were when the clock started.&quot; Hopping off of the platform, the fennec adds. &quot;Also no burning, crashing, exploding, causing property damage or inflicting bodily harm to oneself or others.&quot; he then turns towards the crowd and sighs &quot;I know folks, but this ain&#39;t Mad Max. Maybe the bandits out in the wasteland might be up for something more barbaric.&quot; With that, the fennec takes a seat on the platform from before and takes out a jar. &quot;Dear audience, if I can have your attention for a moment, the good folks of Fairhaven have been working hard to make life easier and more pleasant for everyone, as I am sure many of you have done some of this work as well. If you wish to expedite the process of wiring reliable power to the city, well... we need donations.&quot; Behind them, on the screen from before, a large number lights up. &quot;Simply send what you can spare to this bank account ID and we will make sure to put it to good use! No, it isn&#39;t my number, and to prove it, I will make the first donation.&quot; With this, he takes out his comm unit, and makes the hasty deposit of 1,000,000 creds. Once the freecred was sent, a small number appeared beneath, reading 1,000,000. Murmurs spread throughout the crowd, but thankfully the value started to gradually rise as the audience spares what they can. As the clock ticks down, the fennec would hop off of his platform and move over towards the intersection, where four identical circles were drawn. A loud *RING* was heard, announcing that tinker time was up. &quot;TOOLS DOWN! Everyone grab your packs and take your places!&quot;</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Magnus spends 1000000 Freecred for RP reasons.</p></div><div title="Kalsouthpaw"><p>Kalsouthpaw drops his paintbrush with the ringing, having just finished up painting a pair of jagged red stripes across the sides of the pack for aesthetics. The paint was still fresh as the critter straps the jetpack onto and lugs himself to the starting line, grinning from ear to ear at Kamryn, Lilliana, and Ebreus. &quot;Win or lose, what matters is we all put on a good show,&quot; he says, before typing a few numbers into his comm - donating some creds to the pool to show his own support.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Given the go ahead the hound opens up the power source and is just about to fuse two nanite batteries to the power supply when he looks up... five seconds on the clock. Ebreus was good but not add a whole new power source to an unfamiliar device in five seconds good and so he instead quickly closes up the pack for aerodynamics and stores the batteries for later. Grabbing the pack and quickly securing it to his back the hound take up position on one of the circles, crouched down and ready to use the fact of his digitigrade feet to his advantage to spring off the platform the moment the race begins.</p></div><div title="Kalsouthpaw"><p>Kalsouthpaw spends 500000 Freecred for RP reasons.</p></div><div title="Lilliana"><p>Lilliana spends 50000 Freecred for RP reasons.</p></div><div title="Lilliana"><p>Lilliana curses under her breath as the time runs out. Although, she knew she would have tinkered the day away if she had been given the time to. She grabbed her pack, glad to have stripped off some of the weight as she slipped it on her slender frame. The contraption was definitely not something you could sell in a public store at this point, exposed wiring jutted out, held together in bunches of hastily wrapped tape. Most of the remaining metal was dented from personal reshaping treatments and looked slightly scratched and abused. The fins she had attached to aid in turning stability and agility were clearly salvaged from various chunks of unrelated scrap, bolted together into a vaguely streamlined shape. She steps forward with her pack and squats slightly, taking a moment to strap her tail in to avoid any impending burns and donate a bit to the cause. She did work in power so it would have been a bit cold to not help out. With a wiggle of her rear she shouts, &quot;Ready!&quot;</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Kamryn heads over to take her position in one of the free starting circles, adjusting the jetpack&#39;s fit a little as she walks. Nodding to herself she looks up, spotting Kal&#39;s paint job. &quot;Well, you certainly seem to have a flair for putting on a show&quot; she grins, &quot;Let&#39;s hope I can match it in the air&quot;. As Ebreus takes up his place nearby, she again feels a little intimidation from his sheer size as he&#39;s still taller than her, despite being crouched down. The feeling is quickly overcome however, as she knows him better than that. &quot;Either way, I&#39;m sure there&#39;ll be... some kind of celebration afterwards&quot; she adds, sounding a little distracted. Tapping at her comm as she watches the donation counter she joins the others in donating some freecred to the cause, then says &quot;Ready here too. Incidentally, if anything goes wrong and you guys need some medical assistance during the race, comm me - I&#39;ve got a drone loaded with medical supplies if you need it&quot;. With that, she nods to Magnus and focusses her attention on the first set of flags marking the course above them.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p>Kamryn spends 750000 Freecred for RP reasons.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>&quot;Alright ya listen up now, I want a clean race. You shove someone, that&#39;s a DQ. You manage to get them hurt, then you&#39;ll be in a mess of bullshit. The track is fairly short, just follow the flags. There are areas where the paths fork outward but so long as you keep within the marked trails the distance flown should be about the same. Your goal is to reach Zephyr HQ&#39;s rooftop. There you will pick up one, exactly one suitcase and carry it back here, following the flags once again. First one back wins. Simple, right?&quot; His hands clasp together. &quot;On three!&quot; he&#39;d raise his hand, then cast the audience a soft smile &quot;THREE!&quot; Cheeky fox...</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus spends 1111111 Freecred for RP reasons.</p></div><div title="Kalsouthpaw"><p>&quot;If I&#39;m not putting on a show, you&#39;d best think that I&#39;m in need of a doctor,&quot; he replies to Kamryn with a toothy smirk. He could barely see himself beneath Ebreus&#39;s towering shadow, his short stature making it all the more important for him to make this a show - he&#39;d vanish into the background otherwise! He tightens his grip, hears the coy &#39;Three&#39; from the cheeky fox, and bolts off. &quot;Whoop, here we go!&quot; The boosters ignite, the tiny critter surging forward. He used his low mass to his advantage, weaving through street corners and buildings with glee, making it to Zephyr HQ in record time. The hard part was picking up the suitcase. He struggles to tug the suitcase up and latch it to the climbing hooks on his jetpack, costing him some precious time before he can bolt off again!</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Seeing the numbers on the donation board rising as the race is about to begin Ebreus opens up his come, convenient that it&#39;s in his head, and as Magnus says they&#39;ll be going on three he begins to type out his donation and... &quot;THREE!&quot; he hears called. Fumbling with his donation he hits enter with only two more digits than intended and springs off the platform as he hits the gas. </p><br />
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<p>The modifications to his pack being for agility instead of speed the hound spreads his great, leathery, wings and flaps to supplement booster power with muscle power. His size reducing his maneuverability the huge hound focuses on what&#39;s up ahead of him... if there were traps he&#39;d just have to tank them as he preps for each turn well in advance, using his wings to turn him with drag or simply using momentum to &#39;land&#39; on the wall and spring off again in the new direction. Ascending on each straightaway the hound arrives at the rooftop... certainly not first as Kal was impressively swift in the air but to him the suitcase was as light as a balloon and so he was off diving down the side of the tower to build back up momentum.</p></div><div title="Lilliana"><p>Lilliana giggles as she listens to Kal chattering about putting on a show. &#39;Three!&#39; Shouts the other fox suddenly, causing Lilly to curse again and scramble as she ignites her pack with the press of a button, causing it to judder slightly before kicking to life and launching forward. The overcharged beast of a machine throwing the light fox through the air with ease as she clung on for dear life, wooping excitedly, her skirt fluttering aggressively as she regretted her wardrobe choices. She did her best to keep pace with the others but could easily see Kal making good headway upfront, easily darting through the street while Ebreus brutishly leaps off of a building every once in a while. Lilly herself was nowhere near as small as Kal or as large as Ebreus, preferring to stay out of the tighter turns but thankfully not having to do anything to strenuous as she reached the building, most definitely not in the lead. She strugggles with her case, hooking it hastily into the harness she made as she prepares to take off again. She pauses at the building&#39;s edge, admiring the breathtaking view before she kicks the pack into action once more to rejoin the course.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Kamryn thumbs the controls of her jetpack, carefully keeping her long tail out of the way of the plumes of thrust that result. Rising into the air with the full force of her pack directed into vertical lift she takes off with a speed that seems to surprise her, managing to keep pace with the others for a close start to the race. She heads for the city&#39;s rooftops as she follows the marked course, her feline reflexes coming in useful in operating the jetpack&#39;s controls as her quick reactions help her deftly adjust the thrust balance in response to her changing orientation at the tight turns. It doesn&#39;t take long to reach Zephyr HQ, towering above most of the city. She spirals around the remaining height of the structure, marvelling at the view from this height and slightly regretting her inability to fly, even in winged forms. Once at the top she takes aim at one of the remaining packs of supplies, seeing Ebreus&#39;s large form disappear over the side of the roof and knowing she has to pick up some speed to keep up with him and Kal, who was nowhere to be seen. Extending her tail, she slots it through the handle of the case, grabbing hold of it and pulling it into the air along with her without slowing down, aiming herself back onto the course to race back to the finishing line.</p></div><div title="Kalsouthpaw"><p>The blue fluffball moreso throws himself off the building as he finally locks the suitcase on, unable to heft the weight on his own - he had to use the jetpack and momentum to get going again. With the others having caught up soundly due to lost time, he makes his big move. Kal flips the switch he retrofitted to his booster, sending a potent electrical current in motion...come what may, it&#39;d either blow him up or give him the speed he needed. Lady Luck was on his side this day, thankfully! The rockets flare with newfound strength, his robes nearly tearing off his body from rogue G-forces as he launches toward the finish line...able to see the others right on his tail until he passes the last flags at the power station!</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Diving along the side of the Zephyr Tower, thrusting straight down even, Ebreus would only spread his wings at the last possible moment and adjust his course to blast forward just above the roads he&#39;s usually tasked with keeping paved. Rocketing along the hound follows the same rout back, trying his best to keep off the walls and maintain his speed until the finish line it in sight. Kal was already there but second place seemed within his grasp... the hound would again spread his great membranous wings as to slow down and avoid demolishing the finish line area with a great impact which would, sadly for him, allow Kamryn to zip past him in the final moments.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Zooming towards the finish line at full speed in an attempt to catch up with Kal&#39;s sudden burst of speed, Kamryn flips herself over to reverse thrust and bring herself to a stop before she crashes into the wall behind the platform. Slowing enough to brace against the wall with her feet to absorb the rest of her momentum, she pushes back off to land alongside the fluffball and release the case from her tail&#39;s grip. &quot;Congratulations&quot; she says, extending a hand to the winner. &quot;Almost had you there, but not quite. Well done&quot;. She chuckles as Ebreus comes in to land heavily beside them, closely followed by Lilliana. &quot;Close, but I think your size was against you there Eb&quot; she says, slipping off her jetpack to give the two a hug. &quot;How much did we raise then?&quot; she asks the fennec that organised this whole thing and looking up at the display board.</p></div><div title="Lilliana"><p>Lilliana spirals rather inelegantly through the air, wooping loudly as she comes out of the barrel roll feeling slightly dizzy. She saw a pack with some red stripes and another pack with a feline attached to it, but couldn&#39;t make out the details between regaining control of her auto-cannibalised jetpack. She wasn&#39;t winning, she could see that much, but instead took pride in how well her modifications had performed during the race. And it was a lot of fun to swoosh through the sky at break-neck speeds she had to admit. She found herself giggling uncontrollably as she swooshed down low and then fwoomed up to the rooftops, the modified junker wings carrying her swiftly on as she continued. She could see the massive wings of Ebreus somewhere in her periphery as she careened recklessly through the skies towards her destination. She was as it stood a greyish bundle of foxy happiness strapped to a dangerously modified piece of already unsafe equipment, as she came in to land with the box of parts still secured in her harness, a little shaken but otherwise okay. She thudded into the landing zone, not expecting the force as she did, and came to a running stop before plopping down to massage her legs, giddy with adrenaline.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>&quot;Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!&quot; he&#39;d pick up Kalsouthpaw&#39;s hand, and... arm... and whole body in fact. Kal was small, okay? &quot;The winds of fate were with this one today, and I hope you all enjoyed the race! Please enjoy the complimentary buffet table being served... now.&quot; he&#39;d snap his fingers as several drones fly down carrying a large snack and drink-covered table for the guests to enjoy, before zipping away. &quot;Your donations were greatly appreciated, now let&#39;s have a round of applause for our winner and our contestants!&quot; he&#39;d gesture to the lot of the four, before handing Kal a small platinum chip worth several million creds. &quot;Good work, lad. All of you please re-place your packs just there, and feel free to mingle with the crowd.&quot;</p></div><div title="Kalsouthpaw"><p>Kalsouthpaw lands roughly onto the pavement, the weight of the suitcase and the jetpack acting as the only real drag components to his tiny body. He takes a tumble, scratching himself up with a tiny racing heart beating a mile a minute. Despite that, the moment he unstraps himself he spreads his arms wide and exclaims, &quot;TA-DA~!&quot; Amidst the display, he feels the ground leaving him once more, legs staggering and flailing in the air before he realizes he&#39;s being hoisted up by the host. Needing a moment to recover once he gets put back down, he accepts the platinum chip and exhales. &quot;That was AMAZING! AND we get food too! Best race ever! I&#39;ve never seen a big guy move that fast or the fox&#39;s great corkscrews! Where&#39;d you all learn that?&quot;</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Landing heavily as the lightweights finish first and second he&#39;d smile and give the two of them each a firm pat on the back, &quot;Gratz.&quot; he&#39;d says before slipping the pack off and setting it down. &quot;That was a great race.&quot; he says to the other racers before striding over to meet Magnus, &quot;Clever idea for raising some money. Look forward to seeing the city glow from the Moon.&quot;</p></div><div title="Lilliana"><p>Lilliana grins as the competitors exchange congratulations. She places her pack down, almost sad to say goodbye to the modified machine as she turns to join the group. She moves over to Kal to shake his paw, small as it may be, &quot;Well done! I really loved the stripes you added by the way, they were really magnificent!&quot; She gushes, still riding the high of rocket powered flight as she skips over to the buffet table to load up a plate with all the food she could possibly cram into herself. Turning to Kal as he asks about their tricks, &quot;Oh ... *snarf*&quot; She begins, swallowing some food she had shovelled into her mouth already, &quot;Well... It was basically making one side go up and the other go down, and then trying to hold on to my breakfast. Nothing too cool, not like your racing stripes or the big guy literally jumping off of walls.&quot; She says with a broad grin.</p></div><br />
Kamryn turns to the cheering crowd and gives a slightly embarrassed bow, the excitement of the race having put the large group out of her mind until now. Moving her pack back to the area Magnus had indicated, she heads over to the snack table with the others to get something to eat. "That was a good race guys, though I feel like I maybe let things down in terms of putting on a show" she says, acknowledging Kal's inquiry before adding "Maybe we should make it a regular thing to raise funds, or maybe start a jetpack package delivery service?" with a chuckle. With a glance up to Ebreus, she adopts a curious tone and says "From the moon? I really need to explore more - I barely leave the city these days".[[Category:RPLogs]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=The_Floor_is_Sentient_Goo_-_RPLOG&diff=1239220The Floor is Sentient Goo - RPLOG2019-06-08T20:49:09Z<p>Otto: /* Date */</p>
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* [[Ebreus]]<br />
* [[Kamryn]]<br />
* [[Magnus]]<br />
* [[Nena]]<br />
* [[Richard]]<br />
=Date=<br />
Saturday June 8, 2019=Log=<br />
<div></div><div title="Magnus"><p>T&#39;was a fine day to get out there and risk one&#39;s life for the greater good. Or was it for profit? Honestly with Zephyr it was difficult to tell, though today they&#39;d be supplying the transportation for this expedition. The transport in question was an old Wrangler Rubicon with a missing roof and no windows. Still, the old thing was in good condition and did have a windshield. Sand-blasted and mud-caked flaps were telling of its previous use, and to some it may even seem familiar. </p><br />
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<p>At their rendezvous point, right at the edge of the bubble upon the runed road amidst a sun-blasted desert plane, where naught but beige terrain and the occasional tumbleweed were present, would be a familiar fennec sitting on the bonnet of their transport, noisily slurping from a juice box while his free hand was busy playing some sort of strange videogame. He&#39;d kick his legs to and fro, his attire befitting the truly arid and scorching weather, just a shirt and some shorts, both red in color and slightly stained with motor oil.</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>&quot;Ah, it&#39;s you,&quot; Nena says, upon seeing the fennec. Though she&#39;s not her otter or raccoon self today, she&#39;s still got the fluffy tail. Just a different kind. &quot;Figures you would have a hand in this, somehow.&quot; She drops a large crate at her feet and dusts her hands off on her apron. &quot;I&#39;m not sure what &#39;unconventional weaponry&#39; implies, but... Hopefully what I&#39;ve got will suffice.&quot;</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Approaching the meeting point, a shiny looking snow leopard and a slightly shorter and fluffier figure approach. They&#39;re both wearing light armour and are accompanied by a couple of drones hovering by their shoulders. As they draw closer, the snow leopard calls a greeting to the two already present. &quot;Hey there, we&#39;re not too late I see&quot;. Nodding to the fox, she adds &quot;Hi Magnus. Not sure if you&#39;ve met my daughter, Lux. We thought we could both do with getting back on the horse, so to speak, after recent events&quot;.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Reports of a goo-like entity out of the normal weirdness of the bubble... to Ebreus that&#39;d bring back memories, nasty ones, and so the winged Hellhound would soar off to the rendezvous point. After all if it isn&#39;t nightmare fuel than he can relax... and if it is then his help&#39;ll likely be appreciated. Gliding to a landing as the nanites thin in the air around him he comes to a jogging landing and stops not too far from the jeep. &quot;Hey Magnus.&quot; he says, &quot;Back to helping Zephyr for the greater profit I see.&quot; Then looking over tot he others arriving he looks them over, &quot;Hey Kamryn, nice to see you again.&quot;</p></div><div title="Richard"><p>Another figure approaches the impromptu rendevous in the desert, this one... human? No, not quite. As they approach, it&#39;s clear that they haven&#39;t been avoiding the nanites. Their skin is flawless, and they&#39;re testing the edges of some retractable arm-blades on their fingertips, which heal shut before they can bleed. He&#39;s got a weird-looking rifle contraption slung over his shoulder and some belted-together armor made in a Prommie style. &quot;Oh, hey Magnus! Haven&#39;t seen you since... jeez, March, at least.&quot; He looks around at the gathering. &quot;I was told to expect four people. We&#39;re all here from what I can see. What&#39;re we doing out in the desert in June?&quot;</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Catching the squirrel girl&#39;s words with one of those massive ears, the fennec raises a finger in the &quot;one moment&quot; gesture, his juicebox dangling by its straw as he unhands it. With a yip of victory he raises his hands up moments later, having conquered his virtual enemy it seems. &quot;Nena! Nice to see ya, girl. How&#39;s it goin&#39;?&quot; he&#39;d wink and give her a light punch on the shoulder once he&#39;d approached. &quot;Dunno about the weapons, long as it ain&#39;t just bullits&#39;. I&#39;d wager you got the right stuff though. Maybe enough to pass around if anyone else is lacking?&quot; the fox shrugs so deeply that his head levels with his shoulders. </p><br />
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<p>Once Kamryn approaches, the fennec struggles for a moment to pin her name. &quot;You... shit I am awful with names sometimes. You were uhhh... Zen&#39;s, right?&quot; To be fair, the fennec barely knew either Kamryn or Zen themselves. &quot;OH! Now I remember, the whole feral attack debacle. Glad you&#39;re up for some adventurin&#39;!&quot; he&#39;d swing an arm and chuckle. &quot;Lux, hello hello. Nice meetin&#39; ya. Looks like it&#39;s... five, then? Well, alright. Room for one more works I guess. Gonna be a tight squeeze in the car though. Might wanna shrink down a little if&#39;n ya don&#39;t wanna be packed in like sardines.&quot; </p><br />
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<p>Once Ebreus arrives, the fennec listens to his words and shakes his head. &quot;Greater good my fuzzy wuzzy ass. There&#39;s a big cash score for me in this and I got my own shit going on. The salvage we&#39;re expecting to find there is due to assist that... power... suit... armor thing.&quot; his hand wobbles and a sharp raspberry parts his muzzle. &quot;I call it plate-jamas. Not interested either. Shit&#39;s heavy, I travel light.&quot; With that, he&#39;d hop onto the bonnet of their car once more, and leap over the windshield, then turn the ignition key to rev the engine up. </p><br />
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<p>His wee fist smacks the horn and he calls out &quot;COME ON, THEN! We&#39;re losing daylight and all that! Chop chop and all those things!&quot; Once the human approaches however, he&#39;d kick the door of the jeep open and wave. &quot;Come on, Richard! We&#39;re off spellunking the wastelands, ofcourse! I got water and so on already, it&#39;s in the trunk.&quot; before opping back into the driver&#39;s seat. Seems he was eager to get going, but then that was the fennec as always a zoomy little bundle of secrets.</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>&quot;Afraid I don&#39;t have enough to share,&quot; Nena says with a faint smirk. She kicks the lid off the crate and pulls out the one weapon the took up the entire thing. Which isn&#39;t very impressive in its own right, just a flamethrower. She takes a moment to get it sorted out and equipped, tail flicking behind her before straightening back out. &quot;Hi, Magnus,&quot; she says when it is done. &quot;I&#39;m doing alright. Busy, busy... And hello to the rest of you, as well.&quot; She finds a spot out of the way to stuff the crate, before climbing into the jeep. &quot;Geez, this form makes me feel so small now.&quot; Because she is smaller.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Nodding to the demonic hound, Kamryn greets him warmly. &quot;Hey there, it&#39;s been a while&quot;. She looks around and puts her arm around the other girl with her with a slight chuckle. &quot;Don&#39;t worry Lux, he&#39;s not that scary really&quot;. Addressing Magnus again, she says &quot;Yeah, we&#39;re back on our feet again and raring to get out and about&quot;. As the final member of the group arrives and Magnus explains their mission, she adds &quot;Power armour eh? That&#39;s my kind of thing. Research has been stalled for a while now too, last I checked. Be good to get it on track again&quot;. Noticing how keen he is to get going, she stows her and her companion&#39;s gear in the trunk then climbs into the vehicle to join the squirrel. &quot;Come on Lux, I&#39;m sure we can all squeeze in somewhere&quot; she says pulling the girl in beside her.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus smirks a bit as it seems their driver misheard him, didn&#39;t really matter as the &#39;hound climbed into the truck. &quot;If anyone&#39;s lacking in firepower I&#39;ve got a spare shotgun.&quot; he says, &quot;If my suspicions about the scouting reports are correct we&#39;ll need all the shotties we can get our paws on.&quot; Trying not to take up /too/ much space he says, &quot;Yeah... probably would&#39;ve gone a bit faster but it seems like somewhere along the line there was a miscommunication between the development and marketing teams.&quot;</p></div><div title="Richard"><p>Richard shrugs at the hellhound&#39;s words. &quot;Take it from a guy who&#39;s been in the human enclave for the last ten years: just knowing that there are people working on stuff like this gives me hope. &#39;end of the world&#39; my tail-less ass,&quot; he says, glancing around to find a spot to sit in the car. The seats are all taken, and a flamethrower is draped through the middle of the passenger compartment &quot;Uhh... crap. Nena, can you put the flamer in the back? I&#39;ll stand on the console and be the lookout.&quot; He pauses for a moment, then realizes something. &quot;Magnus, what&#39;s the terrain like ahead? This is my first time out of the bubble since there WAS a bubble. I&#39;ve had worse than car crashes, but that was all the way back there,&quot; he adds, hooking a thumb over his shoulder at the distant city.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>&quot;Misco-money-cation, rather!&quot; he&#39;d scoff and shake his head, then slap the dashboard and chyme out! &quot;Dudes check this out! I had this thing fitted with a proper sound system and snagged a memory card to slam a few old tracks onto! I don&#39;t even know where these came from but they&#39;re siiiiick!&quot; he&#39;d let off a jovial yip on that last word as his index finger hastily presses one of the keys on the dashboard. Before long, the system lights up and the sounds of energetic synth starts to resonate around them. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6EVQPiRmZuU) which Magnus happily starts to bob and bounce to. &quot;What&#39;s that Rich? Oh, it&#39;s gonna be a wild one!&quot; he&#39;d cackle &quot;Relaaaaax. You&#39;re in good hands!&quot; he&#39;d wink as he leans back to assist in shuffling things around and helping the human get in. </p><br />
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<p>Once everyone was inside, the fennec adjusts his rear-view mirrors, though it seems to be pointed towards the faces of the folks in the back seats. &quot;Gooooooooood afternoon dear passangers, thank you for flying air Fennec, today&#39;s trip is looking to be a quick trek through the wastelands, please strap in tight as we may be experiencing some turbulence along the way. Also please enjoy our complimentary meal package and free dessert...&quot; He&#39;d then suddenly step down on the gas pedal. The engine ROARS like a mighty beast and dust kicks up wildly behind them, the vehicle darting off, though not quite. Turning for a sharp right, the fox yells out &quot;DOUGHNUTS!&quot; as their transport swirls several times in place, kicking up enough dust to be seen from miles around, before he straightens out their path and fires off into the vast empty desert with his crew onboard.</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>The squirrel maid kicks her heels up as well as she&#39;s able, before frowning. Then, Nena leans forward and sits up in an effort to see over the dashboard. &quot;This sucks. I feel like I&#39;m a kid again,&quot; she grumbles. At least she didn&#39;t take up much space! &quot;Yeah, I dropped the flamer in the back. I don&#39;t want to carry it in my lap anyway for the ride.&quot;</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Kamryn grimaces a little as Magnus fires up his sound system, the music not exactly being to her tastes. The jeep&#39;s sudden acceleration gives her some cover though as everyone hangs on while Magnus exuberantly drives them in circles. &quot;Glad I brought my medkit...&quot; she murmurs quietly to herself, shuffling around to get herself comfortable for the ride.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus grabs ahold of the back of the drivers seat as Magnus spins them. A moment after they actually get under way traveling to the objective he releases the drivers seat and leans back, &quot;Ideally this&#39;ll be a simple salvage operation... if not who else brought explosives?&quot; he asks, &quot;Anyone read the report about a goo creature encountered out of bubble sometime ago?&quot;</p></div><div title="Richard"><p>Wiping dust from the doughnuts off his sweaty skin, Richard pivots as much as he can in his seat towards the huge demon-dog. &quot;That&#39;d be a no on both counts. I&#39;ve got a garage project of an energy rifle and the standard issue laser pistol. No bombs.&quot; He looks down for a moment at his armament, bobbing his head to the music and brushing dust away from the more sensitive bit- Is that a dental X-ray machine on the end of a laser rifle? Does that thing even work? &quot;What&#39;s the deal with the other goo thing?&quot;</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>As they drive along, the group would pass by what appeared to be a long abandoned farmhouse or a ranch of some sort. Several glass bottles remained lined up on the fence some fifty or so feet away, so the fox pulls a pistol out of the glove compartment and offers it to his crew. &quot;Alright, who&#39;s a good marksman! Pop the bottle, earn a prize!&quot; he&#39;d smirk and waggle the device around. &quot;No cheating now. I know you folks and your ooga booga nanite tech. You gonna use this simple as fuck handgun. As for the prize, how&#39;s a million creds sound?&quot; It&#39;d be a hell of a shot to pull off, especially with the limited time and rocky ride. &quot;Tick tock tick tock!&quot; the fox chymes as they get closer and closer to their target, soon to pass it right by.</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>&quot;Pass,&quot; Nena says without hesitation. &quot;I&#39;m more of a hands on kind of girl.&quot; She lifts her hands and flexes her fingers for emphasis, before throwing a punch into her palm. &quot;But, good luck to whoever wants to try, I guess. And yea, I heard about the goo creature. Not sure what to make of it.&quot;</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> &quot;Yeah, I saw the reports&quot; Kamryn says as Ebreus raises the subject. &quot;I didn&#39;t think goo forms were that stable with a decent nanite field. Could be interesting to see, if it&#39;s not too hostile&quot;, adding &quot;And if it is, then I don&#39;t exactly have explosives but I have some grenades that should make it think twice&quot;.</p><br />
<p> As the farmhouse approaches and Magnus sets his challenge, she grins, considering herself a bit of a marksman. &quot;Well I&#39;m more used to using energy based rifles, but I&#39;ll give it a crack&quot; she says, leaning forwards to take the gun from Magnus. Briefly looking it over as she stands up she braces against the front seat, getting Lux to hold her steady. She takes aim and holds her breath, sighting along the barrel, and lets off a single shot at her target.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus smiles as Richard seems interested in hearing about a potential enemy up ahead, &quot;Monstrous thing, super-heated and aggressive... was able to make almost humanoid constructs to attack us, enough of &#39;em a team of the best field-agents still alive, at least in my estimation, had to cut and run or be overwhelmed.&quot; he explains. Taking out his pistol as Magnus puts a million credit prize on the shot he rises to a crouched position in the moving truck, aims, and pulls the trigger... after seeing the result he seats himself and resumes, &quot;Anyway in our fightin&#39; as we retreated from the monster we found it&#39;s weak to thermal nanomagic, shotguns, and explosives.&quot;</p></div><div title="Richard"><p>Richard watches the two other shooters&#39; attempts and listens to Ebreus with interest. &quot;If the same applies to this blob, we might have a good chance. Pass the gun, please? I want a try.&quot; Ebreus gives him the pistol, having already taken a shot, and Richard braces himself on the frame of the jeep to steady his aim for a shot at the bottles...</p></div><div title="Richard"><p>Richard impeccably says, &quot;Hot damn!&quot;</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>&quot;Pfsh, suit yerself!&quot; the fennec snerks as he then hands off the gun to Kamryn. She makes her shot, a valiant attempt, but the bullet swishes past its target. &quot;Oof, well to be fair it was a hell of a crack shot.&quot; When Ebreus takes the pistol, he&#39;d watch closely and blow a soft raspberry, &quot;Tough luck mate.&quot; the fox shrugs and observes as Richard takes the pistol. When the bottle shatters, the fox&#39;s eyes widen. He turns around and gives the human a slap on the shoulder. &quot;GOOD AIM, MATE! I&#39;ll take that.&quot; he then retrieves his pistol and reaches into his pocket to hand the human a platimum chip. &quot;That&#39;ll net ya a million back in town. Good work, lad. Good try everyone else. Sometimes luck&#39;s not with ya I guess.&quot; </p><br />
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<p>Soon, the group would see in the far distance what was the remnants of an industrial settlement still in the making. &quot;Alright fellas. There&#39;s our mark! We&#39;ll be hopping in there, most of it&#39;s rubble but the construction site is untouched... well no. UnLOOTed because something else made its home there.&quot; The group would drive up to the edge of it all. There, Magnus pulls the handbrake but doesn&#39;t get out of the vehicle, or even turn off the engine. &quot;Right, here&#39;s the thing. I gotta guard the jeep. I&#39;ll be in the area and will listen in for the sounds of gunfire. If I hear commotion I&#39;ll circle around this spot specifically. Your jobs? Get in there, smack whatever gets in yer way, snag the valuables and haul em&#39; here. Careful though... last time we dealt with this crud it was under the ground itself. Ebreus here has some sort of magical sense or whatever that helps with that I remember. Anywho, off ya go now!&quot;</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>&quot;I have no thermal nanomagic, but hopefully the flamethrower will work as a substitute. Fire is fire, I&#39;d hope.&quot; Nena carefully props her tail up against the seat and uses it as a pillow to rest her head against for the duration of the ride. When they arrive, though, she heaves a little sigh and hops out of the jeep, pulling out the flamethrower. &quot;Right, let&#39;s see what awaits us, then. Hopefully we can handle it.&quot;</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Having seen her shot go wide and take a chunk out of the farmhouse wall, Kamryn sighs as she sits down again. &quot;Bugger. Well, I&#39;m better from a stationary position&quot; she says with a shrug, hiding her slightly hurt pride as she hands the gun to Ebreus. &quot;Could have done with those freecred too&quot; she says, eventually looking somewhat crestfallen as the human member of the group successfully shatters one of the bottles. &quot;Congratulations&quot; she says, patting him on the shoulder in an attempt to be magnanimous in defeat.</p><br />
<p> Eventually arriving at the target location, she listens to Magnus&#39;s briefing. &quot;Underground? Maybe I can rig up some sensors as a detection grid...&quot; she says thoughtfully as she gets out of the vehicle and retrieves her and Lux&#39;s gear from the trunk. Handing Lux her pistol and checking her own rifle over, she asks &quot;Depends how well your &#39;magical senses&#39; work Ebreus. Think it&#39;d be worth it?&quot;</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus smiles, &quot;I can see heat.&quot; he says as he blinks his thermal vision on, &quot;This thing is a real fireball... I&#39;m bettin&#39; at least second degree burns if it touches you. Makes it easy to know where it is &#39;cause I can see the warm spots it makes in the floor when it&#39;s close to the surface.&quot; With the explanation out of the way he takes a few steps forward and scans the area, &quot;Last time we saw this thing it couldn&#39;t quickly burst out of the ground anywhere it wasn&#39;t already fairly close to the surface... oh and if you see any corpses leave them. It had a predisposition for using bone as the structural support for its constructs corpses could very well be traps.&quot;</p></div><div title="Richard"><p>Richard follows closely behind the hound, frowning at what he hears. &quot;It&#39;s already hot enough to burn us? Great. The weapons we&#39;ve got had better be a lot hotter than that if it&#39;s adapted to heat.&quot; The mostly-human looks around at the abandoned girder and concrete buildings. &quot;Let&#39;s not spend too long inside the buildings or go up too high. If this thing needs structure, it&#39;s not lacking any.&quot;</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>The vast expanse before the team was oddly enough as full as it was barren. The sharp edges of rubble rendered into each other, pallets of grey and white rocks melded with the sandstone below, the only salvation from this sensory deprivation being bars of rebarb and unfinished plumping installation. Cranes were oddly enough still standing tall, albeit rusty and unkept, likely unstable and ready to fall over at a moment&#39;s notice. </p><br />
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<p>Such machinery however was guaranteed to carry within it valuable components... but there&#39;s something to be said about reaching for the low-hanging fruit. All they would hear was the sound of the wind howling amidst the rubble, a depressing sight to behold, what would once have become a bustling trade and manufacturing centre was now a crumbling memory of mankind&#39;s decay. Dread hung low in the air, like a veil of choking fog, invisible and intangible... something was very wrong here. Now, where was that salvage...</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>&quot;What a mess this place is,&quot; Nena says, brow knitting. &quot;If it&#39;s as warm as you say, I&#39;m not sure if I brought the right kind of equipment for this. I&#39;m a little out of my element, maybe. Hard to punch something if it&#39;ll burn me for doing it. I suppose I do have a shotgun if the fire won&#39;t do the work, though. Do you want to take the lead?&quot; She asks of Ebreus. &quot;If you can potentially see it before it hits, you&#39;d probably be the best for it.&quot;</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Kamryn nods. &quot;Fair enough, sounds like you&#39;ve got it covered then&quot;. She taps her comm, sending one of her drones flying high to get an aerial overview of the site with its sensors. Limited by the absence of a nanite field, the results are not as detailed as she&#39;d hoped. &quot;Hmm... my drone&#39;s not exactly running at peak efficiency out here, but it looks like there&#39;s a bunch of tools over there a way, along with some intact pipework&quot; she says, studying her comm display as the drone returns to nearer ground level. Looking around at the rest of the group, she asks &quot;So, should we split up and cover more ground, or stay together in case that goo-thing turns up?&quot;</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus nods to Nina, &quot;Sure, I&#39;ll take point.&quot; he says, &quot;Can anyone put up a Regulation bubble? It&#39;d make this all easier.&quot; Taking a moment to examine the thermal image of the ruins, &quot;Fuck.&quot; he says quietly before raising his voice, &quot;Listen up: The napalm ooze has infested this place.&quot; he says, heavy emphasis on infested, &quot;I&#39;m not seeing hotspots. Instead I see a spider&#39;s web just beneath the surface.&quot; He takes a breath and looks over the salvage, &quot;Okay now... I see a path to the crane. Anyone following me he VERY careful. If you step on one of these tendrils... which I realize you can&#39;t see, it will attack.&quot; he says and carefully makes his way to the crane. Long strides and short hops to carefully chosen spots bring the large &#39;hound to the crane in short order and opening it up he looks it over before looking back to the team, &quot;This one&#39;s in bad condition... at least this part. Going to check the upper components.&quot;</p></div><div title="Richard"><p>&quot;I am *not* liking this,&quot; Richard says. &quot;Dammit. Sticking together seems like the only good plan. Nobody go anywhere that Eb doesn&#39;t.&quot; He follows as precisely as he can in the big dog&#39;s footsteps though the metaphorical minefield, joining him at the bottom of the crane. &quot;Go on up. I&#39;ll say a few steps above the bottom to keep off of the ground,&quot; he says, hooking an arm through the rungs of the crane&#39;s ladder. &quot;Any way we can get over that way safely? I think I saw a set of welding gear in that building.&quot;</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>Nena follows along as she can! For once, her new height comes in handy. It&#39;s easier for a small person to follow in the steps of a large person, than the other way around. &quot;Up?&quot; She sets her free hand on her hip and looks up at the crane. &quot;If we worry about stability, let me know. I&#39;d hazard a guess that I&#39;m the lightest person here...&quot;</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> &quot;Nanomagic&#39;s not really my thing, sorry&quot; Kamryn says, looking around the area. Watching Ebreus dance across the sandy ground, she raises an eyebrow. &quot;Don&#39;t step on the invisible undetectable web of superheated hostile sentient goo... right... Let&#39;s hope my cat-like grace is better than my aim&quot;. Turning to her daughter, she says &quot;Maybe you should stay here with Magnus and the jeep Lux, in case we need medical support&quot;. Looking disappointed and a little anxious, the kitsune girl replies &quot;OK mum. Just... don&#39;t get into too much trouble, and shout if you need backup&quot; and climbs back into the jeep, taking a seat and preparing her medkit in case it&#39;s needed.</p><br />
<p> Kamryn smiles at her daughter, then turns to bounce and twirl across the sand after Ebreus, ending up at the base of the crane. &quot;It&#39;s a little further to the tools, but we&#39;re headed in the right direction&quot;</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus smiles as Richard follows up to him and then reaches up to grab ahold and climb... the sound of metal bending dissuades him, &quot;Yeah, somebody else should probably climb... it&#39;s not my forte and sounds like my weight will be working against me should I try. If you find somethin&#39; I might be able to walk you through out to dismantle it from down here.&quot; He looks out to the ruins again, &quot;I&#39;ll keep watch for any changes in the ooze.&quot;</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>Nena stares up at the crane for another few seconds before shaking her head and starting up it. At least form instincts help a little, there, even if she&#39;s not much of a natural climber. Climbing in a dress isn&#39;t her idea of a good time, but her tail flicks down to balance her and thwart looks both.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Kamryn glances up as Nena begins climbing, quickly looking back down and blushing as she realises what she could see from this angle. &quot;Any sign of valuables up there?&quot; she calls out, watching for any movement on the horizon.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus takes a step away from the crane as he watches out, &quot;Kamryn, which way was it to the tools? If she doesn&#39;t need help I&#39;m thinkin&#39; we should plan our way forward.&quot; he says.</p></div><div title="Richard"><p>Richard pulls a bottle of power gator out and takes a few sips while he waits. &quot;Hang on... we didn&#39;t take any of the water with us, did we? I can spare a bit of this if anyone&#39;s thirsty.&quot; Gesturing down to Kamryn, he asks &quot;Are those tools in the same place as the welding set? I&#39;m all for covering as little ground as we can, here.&quot;</p></div>[[Category:RPLogs]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Deep_Sea_Spellunking_-_RPLOG&diff=1083322Deep Sea Spellunking - RPLOG2019-02-09T22:33:38Z<p>Otto: /* Date */</p>
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* [[Arris]]<br />
* [[Borneo]]<br />
* [[Ebreus]]<br />
* [[Kamryn]]<br />
* [[Magnus]]<br />
* [[Zophah]]<br />
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Saturday February 9, 2019=Log=<br />
<div></div><div title="Magnus"><p>&quot;Of all the bloody days to rain, NOW it decides to do so! Ah well, not like we ain&#39;t gonna get wet today, right?&quot; Magnus would be heard speaking, seemingly to himself. He&#39;d be huddled up under an improvised tent, formed from some cloth and four support struts raised and formed by a quartette of wooden poles. It&#39;s as basic a basic shelter can be, but it served its purpose. Why, keeping the fennec nice and fluffy ofcourse! What else? </p><br />
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<p>&quot;Yes, yes, I know. Aren&#39;t you curious though?!&quot; the fox would exclaim, a wide smile tugging at his lips as he seems to be speaking to no one. &quot;Who knows what could be causing those disturbances! We have to find out! All the better if we do manage to salvage that wreck, but for now just let me indulge in my curiosity.&quot; He&#39;d pause and roll his eyes, then sigh softly. &quot;Well, it&#39;s a good thing I&#39;m not a cat, isn&#39;t it? Now shut your pretty face before I shut it for you when we meet up again.&quot; </p><br />
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<p>He&#39;d pause once more and snicker into one hand &quot;Oh, you know exactly what I&#39;ll shove in there, but let&#39;s not discuss that, the scavvies are coming.&quot; He&#39;d then poke the side of head and tuck his hands behind his back, watching the arrivals with a vibrant gaze and a welcoming smile. There would be a small table under his shelter, covered with basic swimming equipment if anyone needed it.</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>The rain was rather light, but goodness gracious, was the wind a different story all together! Behind the rest of the scavengers, a certain catfish the fox knew judging by that overhead halo could be seen ecstatically running amok in the graces of the cloud tears, dancing and rolling on the ground in the moist nature of the afternoon. In spite of his calm demeanor during missions, the spaz clearly enjoyed rainy days, eventually coming to a halt with an over-relaxed expression. &quot;Okay, I&#39;m done being me,&quot; Borneo says with a delighted purr in his voice.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Arris approaches Magnus&#39; tent, scuba gear rested over her shoulder by her arm, and a cooler full of assorted drinks (mostly beer) held by the other. &quot;Hmmmn. I don&#39;t think I&#39;ve ever came here during the winter.&quot; She snerks lightly as she sets down the cooler, pulling her goggles over her eyes as she starts putting on the scuba gear. &quot;&#39;Fun in the sun&#39; sounds more like &#39;pain in the rain&#39; right about now. Hopefully, today&#39;s expedition won&#39;t be so bad.&quot; She was dressed in her usual swimsuit and a jacket, resting the latter on top of the cooler.</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah has come as a squid girl today to facilitate underwater work, wearing her flame-patterned bikini with webbed gloves and small flippers. She aproaches the tent quickly soon after Arris, carrying what looks like a nanite-crafted toolkit modified for use under water. &quot;The weather won&#39;t matter as much once we&#39;re in the ocean, but it will get really dark, especially as time goes on. I brought a few extra waterproofed flashlights if anyone needs them.&quot; Zophah then gives her mate Arris a hug and stands beside.</p><br />
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<p>Rising from his crouched landing position with a light groan he says, &quot;I</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Walking along the beach from the direction of the path leading from the city, an approximately feline form approaches across the damp sand. Getting closer, it resolves into a snow leopard wearing a thick padded coat and either some kind of scaled leggings or a reptilian lower half. Spotting the group at the makeshift tent she changes direction towards them, approaching with a friendly wave. Heading in under the cover she shakes off some rain, running a hand across her glistening latex head to dry herself off and thinking she never used to dislike rain this much before she became a cat. Seeing a couple of familiar faces around the table she greets Magnus and Borneo. &quot;Hey guys, neighbour&quot; she says with a nod to Borneo before introducing herself to the squid girl. &quot;Hi there, I&#39;m Kamryn. Don&#39;t think we&#39;ve met before, unless I&#39;m just not recognizing your form today&quot;</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>The wind was blowing, yes, and it was in fact raining but it&#39;d take more than that to even slow down Ebreus. Defiant of the weather the grand Hellhound flew on his bat-like wings toward the meeting place... it was only once the &#39;hound came in for his landing and a particularly strong gust of wind caught his wings that nature explained to him just how displeased it was with his defiance. Pulling his wings in close well above the ground the &#39;hound, weighing as much as a small car, impacted the ground with a noteworthy thud and plume of sand around him... which immediately begun to cling to the wet... everything. </p><br />
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<p>Rising from his crouched landing position with a light groan he says, &quot;I&#39;m alright.&quot; as he brushes off what sand he can. Making his way to the small tent as he unpacks his scuba gear from his bag he says, &quot;So a bit of winter diving. Sounds fun... wonder how much the water will fuck with thermal vision if it gets dark.&quot; he says with a light hum.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>&quot;Hey uncle.&quot; Magnus snickers quietly and moves in to give Borneo a quick hug. &quot;You be you, it&#39;s worked out fine so far. Hope you&#39;re ready. We&#39;re going in deep.&quot; His fist would impact the other&#39;s shoulder lightly, before he would turn his attention towards Arris and her keg. &quot;Oh, so you brought booze to warm us up, then! How lovely.&quot; he&#39;d tease and move in to give her a quick kiss on the nose. &quot;You look as voluptuous as ever, I need not worry about your swimming ability, then. You&#39;re practically always ready to dive, always in the wetsuit every time I see you... well, until it comes off.&quot; he&#39;d cast her a wink and turn slowly towards the next arrival. As he turns, she might notice his fluffy tail was gone, replaced instead by a familiar looking fish tail. Seems the fox had taken some notes, eh? </p><br />
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<p>Zophah was nigh impossible to place in that form. Her voice was what gave her away more than anything, and she&#39;d soon find two fennec arms wrapped around her back, the rest of the fox at her front ofcourse. &quot;Thank you. I was hoping someone would bring these. I didn&#39;t have spares.&quot; Standing on his tiptoes, he&#39;d give the squid girl a lick on the cheek, then part from her with a smile. Once Kamryn arrives, he hands her one of the waterproof flashlights Zophah so generously provided, then casts a soft wink her way. &quot;Welcome to the squad. Happy to have another spellunker. We&#39;ll depart in a bit.&quot; Upon Ebreus&#39; arrival, Magnus snickers and greets with a nod. &quot;You tell me, I ain&#39;t got a frickin&#39; clue! My eyeballs are those of yon&#39; regular measly moral. ANYWHO!&quot; his hands clasp together and his foot *THUD* impacts the ground, sharply forcing a small slab up a foot from the ground to elevate him a little. </p><br />
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<p>&quot;You know how I feel about dawdling! Here&#39;s what&#39;s up! The cost of materials! What&#39;s going down! Us, down due 225 degrees southwest of here!&quot; he&#39;d snap his fingers, bringing up a visual manifestation of a rough topgrapical preview of the area. &quot;There&#39;s a powerful current running across here.&quot; the curve representing it lights up in red &quot;We&#39;re gonna dive down and merge with it, see?&quot; Six small dots appear on the map, representing the six of them, gradually making their way to the nearest piece of the curve, before being swept away by it &quot;Aaaaall the way down seven and a half nautical miles along its length, we&#39;ll...&quot; *POP* he makes a loud noise with his lips &quot;...flop out of the current and be but a measly two hundred or so meters from our target!&quot; </p><br />
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<p>Upon the map, the vague location of their goal is highlighted in red &quot;Seven hundred and thirty four meters under the surface, a sunken vessel with a reinforced hull, picked clean for electronics already no doubt but the plating will do just fine for our good folks at big Z&#39;s R&amp;D! SO! Grab what you need!&quot; the illusion vanishes into a cloud of mist and the fox pulls out a face-concealing mask from the pack on his back, attaching it to his muzzle. He&#39;d take out his comm unit and tap it before speaking through the mask &quot;Keep your comms locked and stay together, it&#39;s gonna get dark down there! That&#39;s about it!&quot; With everything said, Magnus would be the first to make a running leap towards the ocean, bounding into the air and rolling twice before making a *SPLASH* and diving under the water.</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>&quot;Going in deep is my specialty,&quot; Borneo giggles softly, waving a paw at Kamryn and Ebreus as a greeting to the two while regarding the others with a simple smile. Listening closely to the fox&#39;s instructions with confirming nods to what has to be done for the mission, his expression becomes somewhat nervous at the mention of staying together since he didn&#39;t know how well anyone else here could swim much less how fast, but snickers as he sees the fox dive in first. &quot;Hey, wait for me,&quot; he cheerfully calls out to Magnus before literally cartwheeling his way into the waters, following behind but barely able to contain his excitement at being in an underwater mission for once.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Arris smiles when the hug is recieved, holding Zophah close as she plants a kiss on her forehead. &quot;I suppose I wouldn&#39;t mind a flashlight, hun.&quot; The light teasing elicits another snicker from her, as Magnus feels his tail getting bumped against by Arris&#39;. </p><br />
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<p>&quot;Hey! Wait up!&quot; She takes a few steps towards the ocean as Magnus jumps in before stopping. &quot;...well, here, Zophah, have this, since I won&#39;t be able to kiss you for a while.&quot; Stepping close, the gator presses her lips against Zophah&#39;s in a deep, passionate kiss, savoring it for a while before pulling away, fitting the breather over her maw, and gracefully diving into the ocean.</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah rumages through her tool box before getting a face full of affectionate and romatic kissing, then returns to pulling out a full face mask. She dashes after the rest of the crew, slipping the mask on and checking the comm system. &quot;That seems awefuly far, are you sure the nanite signal will reach?&quot; She clips her waterproof light to her mask and double checks her kit before closing it up and slinging it over her shoulder.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> &quot;Thanks&quot; Kamryn says as Magnus hands her a flashlight. She unzips her coat to slot it into a free slot on her toolbelt, revealling her partially armoured wetsuit beneath. &quot;I brought my own, but a spare&#39;s always handy&quot;. She drops her bag beside the table, shrugging off her coat and slipping out of her boots before fishing some scuba gear out of her bag, slipping into the harness and securing the straps around her body. Slinging her rifle back over her shoulder along with the now empty bag, she sucks on the mouthpiece of her respirator experimentally, checking it working properly. Looking around at the others, she smiles a little to herself, amused by the displays of affection but feeling a little like the outsider of the group.</p><br />
<p> Tapping her comm to check the link to the others and her gear, she flicks the small floodlights on the shoulders of her diving equipment a couple of times, then does the same with the smaller flashlight strapped to her wrist. &quot;Wait up guys&quot; she calls after those already in the water, starting to move after them. &quot;Just needed to check all my stuff&#39;s working. I don&#39;t want to get caught out by faulty equipment on my first deep dive&quot;. With that, she strides out into the water, divig in as soon as it&#39;s deep enough.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus nods as the smol fox explains their mission, &quot;Shipwreck... sound fun. I do hope you&#39;ve brought salvaging balloons though. Hiking across the ocean floor with large chunks of metal would be... well an easy target for Water Dragons.&quot; he says. As everyone darts off the hound leaps into the air and with the beating of his wings flies over the water as he puts on his mask. Holding it in place, and once he&#39;s certain the water below him is substantially deep, he again pulls his wings, this time to drive into the salty depths. As the water slows his descent the winged hound opens his bright crimson, glowing, eyes and looks out into the infra-red of the sea looking for his companions while scanning for threats.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Under the water, Magnus flashes his flashlight at the others to let them know where he was. He wasn&#39;t the best swimmer, rather he did just okay when compared to those more experienced, but with a sway in his motions and a toned acrobat&#39;s body, one could seldom go wrong in most situations, no? The fox waits for the others to catch up, and pulls out his comm unit. He&#39;d tap the screen to show them all that they were due to head in a very specific direction, then takes point, keeping his eyes on the unit in his hands. It doesn&#39;t take long for the light above them to start dimming, and all they would have is the flashlights in their hands. Thank you Zophah! </p><br />
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<p>Then, just as the fox was making a scene of forming a beard of tentacles out of sweaweed as they swam towards their goal, his flashlight briefly strikes the cold reflective surface of a scaly sea creature&#39;s body. They were not alone down here... the question was, were they being followed, or hunted? He&#39;d flash his light at the others to draw their eyes and gesture with two fingers in all directions, a sign to look around.</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>Taking into account that he wasn&#39;t wearing gear like most of the others, or at least wasn&#39;t equipped with flashlights, Borneo stayed close to Magnus with ease as it become almost painfully obvious he was the best swimmer among the group, easily mistakable for one of the local wildlife from a distance when in motion. He did take precautions noticing that he may&#39;ve been hard to keep track of without said gear, manifesting a something of a quest marker in light humour over his head in the shape of a stylized letter &#39;B&#39;, while doing the same for the camouflaged creatures in the form of a red X to signal danger. A good thing he had gills underneath the neck mane or he&#39;d have more to worry about than just being able to move down here!</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Arris skillfully swims forward, the gator having spent most of her free time swimming in the river east of Fairhaven. Gracefully, Magnus can spot her butterfly stroking ahead, tailfins bobbing with a consistent tempo as she moves. She does periodically stop to adore the wildlife, but for the most part, stays within eyesight of Magnus, eyeing her comm every now and then to make sure she was on track.</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah quickly remembers to &#39;tag&#39; Magnus, Arris, and Kamryn with her biomonitoring sight nanomagic to keep track of them, Keeping a visual eye on Borneo and letting the badass Ebreus take care of himself. She chuckles in her mask every few times Arris looks at the scenery, and either through comm warnings or telepathic nanomagic Zophah makes sure that everyone remains safe.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> With even her feline eyes having difficulty seeing in the low light as the group near the ocean floor, she taps her comm to switch her lights on, creating a pool of almost blueish white light for a few metres in front of her from her shoulder lamps and a harsher beam that reaches a little further from the one on her forearm. She glances around curiously at the glowing symbols appearing over some of the wildlife before recognising them as illusory nanomagic based projections. She chuckles to herself in her mask, tagging several of the blips on her comm&#39;s mapper with the corresponding new floating symbols. Looking up again, she spots the fennec&#39;s warning gestures and starts scanning the surroundings, switching her comm to broadcast mode and saying &quot;Something out there guys? I can&#39;t see anything yet&quot;, thinking she should have checked if the others would be able to hear her before they dived.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>With the aid of Magnus&#39; light it wouldn&#39;t take long for the &#39;hound to find his friends... now for the interesting part: can the hound cheat and use his wings to &#39;fly&#39; through the water? Only one way to find out and Ebreus was going to try it, he spread his wings into the salty depths and he would flap his wings... quite obviously slower and with substantially greater strain in the over eight hundred times more dense fluid. After a few flaps he shakes his head and begins actual swimming, heat-sources such as warm bodies being pointed out to him doubly so between Borneo&#39;s illusory Heads Up Display and his own thermal vision. Though he did his best to stick with the group the hound was first to the ocean floor, by attribute of his density, though as he contacts the floor he springs off of it and resumes swimming until another launch is necessary. As Magnus signals to him with the flashlight and indicates a direction he scans the area pointed in the infra-red spectrum looking for anything to move. *Scanning now... just a moment.* the hound would respond, via telepathy, to Kamryn, and the rest of the party his voice broadcasting in their heads.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Oh hey, a seal. What is it doing out this far? Magnus in his general state of infantile glee would move right in and start to bellyrub the friendly creature. Thankfully it wasn&#39;t seeing the group as predatory, nor as food up for grabs. Some ferals were nice like this, and seeing how the thing&#39;s flippers were wiggling from the thorough scritches it was recieving, seems it was only here to say hello and check things out. Two more would be timidly circling the group, while in the distance, more wildlife was approaching. Parting from the seal, Magnus gives it a quick rub to the head, before swimming back on course. In the distance, the telltale disturbance in the water was made clear, a torrent quite wild, a current quite rapid, the one they would hop onto to reach their destination. It wouldn&#39;t be long now!</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>Borneo couldn&#39;t help but giggle at Magnus&#39;s moment of peace, staying close by and creating a marker resembling a clock overhead to at least give an idea that Magnus was busy with something. Following after him after he had finished the bit of indulgement, he changed his marker back to a &#39;B&#39;, wearing a look of excitement at the torrent as it reminded him of the rapids in the river east of Fairhaven; nothing he couldn&#39;t handle, but one he felt eager to explore as he had never traveled through one in the ocean before. He continued to play around with his markers, pinpointing their &#39;ride&#39; with a symbol resembling a whirlpool from above as he gave off a delighted purr moreso in at least seeing shipwreck that wasn&#39;t near Feesh&#39;s castle for once.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>The others would hear through their comms, spoken in Arris&#39; voice: &quot;Is that giant whirlpool-looking thing the place we need to go to?&quot; The gator treads water in place, giving the seal a headpat as well as it passes by her. &quot;Well, if the forces that be wanted to make their important location look important and daunting, they certainly succeeded.&quot; If given the OK, she would resume swimming, starting to approach the whirlpool.</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah readies herself for the ocean current, still keeping watch over everyone and ready for problems. She conserves her energy for the most part, as her understanding of ocean swimming is that it will take a lot of work to get to the wreckage.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> &quot;Picking up a couple of blips on sonar, quite big&quot; Kamryn broadcasts rather urgently to the group, unslinging her rifle as she turns. &quot;One to the north, one to the south, both heading this way&quot;. She glances round to try and see which of the others heard her, switching off her shoulder lights for the moment. &quot;They&#39;re moving slowly though, not sure if they know we&#39;re here yet&quot;. Peering into the darkness along her rifle sights with just the illumination from their flashlights, she adds &quot;If that whirlpool is where we&#39;re going, it might be a good idea to head there quickly&quot;</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Continuing to leap, swim, land and repeat the large Hellhound would use his time swimming to survey the environment until spying something... unfortunately thermal didn&#39;t work quite so well in the depths as it does on land but whatever it was he had found was big. Unable to make out a clear silhouette or spy any identifying markings Ebreus would resort to telepathy *Something big over here.* he&#39;d say, *Take a look* he would add and in show his view of the creature to everyone... though with the limitations of nanomagic this would be done one at a time. Starting with Zophah, then Borneo, then in order of proximity to himself. *Borneo&#39;s helping keep us on track, don&#39;t worry about the images.* he&#39;d reply to Arris as he admires the playfuless of the seals for a few moments while passing them by. With Kamryn saying their is a second one he&#39;d reply *Two? We should be careful.* he says</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Alas, even with all this forewarning, too few flashlights go out. Before the group could reach the rapids, from the north and the south two heads pop up amidst the darkness. Water Dragons! They looked... not that threatening, really. Down under the water they were like big floaty blubber butts. They kept their paws turcked in for the most part, swimming using those long dexterous tails of theirs as much as their webbed fingers and toes to paddle gently through the water. One was standing in their way though, and moving to block their path regardless of any attempts to swim around it. The other noses Borneo&#39;s back with its snoot, a curious glimmer in its eyes evident. It lets off a soft trill and tries to nibble on his tail. Now, how to handle this...</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>Borneo&#39;s ears twitch at the image presented, looking back to see Ebreus then at the creature shown before marking both, the hellhound with a red symbol resembling fire and the creature with a blatant question mark, sighing to himself quietly about how much he needs to keep track of. He let his attention wane and was caught off-guard by the water dragon, turning his head curiously as he lets the water dragon nibble at his tail, blinking slowly then reaching over to rub at the chubby sea dragon&#39;s snout with one paw and attempting to scritch under its chin hile giving off a pleasant yet weird purr. Seeing both creatures were water dragons, he marks the both of them with white exclamation marks, though he looks rather confused at how to proceed past them without straight up shifting himself to a larger size then carrying them off elsewhere.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Arris spots the exclamation marks, turning around to drift over towards the sea dragon. Once close enough, she reaches a hand out, stroking at the head of the feral as she notes the plushy rump it sported with a light snerk. &quot;Hah, these ones are pretty cute looking, don&#39;t you think?&quot;</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Though they don&#39;t pose much of a threat at the moment, the dragons are delaying the expedition. So Zophah uses her telepathic nanomagic to inform everyone &quot;I&#39;m going to make an illusion, don&#39;t follow it no matter how good it looks.&quot; She then shuts off her other nanomagic for now while creating &#39;the most tastiest treat&#39; with her suggestive illusion nanomagic, sending it off in full view of the dragons and then darting off into the wide ocean.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Kamryn lowers her rifle as the situation turns out to be somewhat less tense than she&#39;d expected. Keeping it ready just in case but pointed down to appear unaggressive, she slowly approaches the water dragon nibbling on Borneo, reactivating her shoulder lamps to get a better look. Watching as the other dragon follows Zophah&#39;s distraction away from the group, she feels quite hungry herself, shaking her head to regain her focus. &quot;You know, this guy could be quite handy if we can keep it friendly. I bet it could lift a fair amount of hull plating for us if anyone has any suggestions on how to tame it&quot;</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus hums as the two show themselves to be water dragons. He swims alongside the one nipping at Borneo looking it over and taking notes on its form to help him identify water dragons more easily next time. Though as the mental communication comes from the scientist fox... now turned squid that there&#39;d be illusory bait he averts his eyes being fully aware of how good an illusion could be made. Instead he makes his way closer to the front of the group. He hums as Kamryn suggests brining the big guy along, *Sounds like a plan, could certainly get more salvage with the big guy... I tend to TKO feralls and haul &#39;em back when workin&#39; with the Prommies... anyone have a gentler touch?*</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Magnus extends one hand towards the illusion, his eyes sparkling and his ears flitting down as he regards &quot;Mother of all cookies...&quot; he whispers in his mask, unsure if anyone could even catch that. Once the illusion fades into the distance however, he shakes his head and rubs his eyes. &quot;Oof~&quot; he&#39;d grunt. Glancing back towards the dragon nibbling Borneo, the fox shrugs deeply and flashes his light at the others. He&#39;d raise two fingers and tap his wrist with them, time to move on! No dawdling. If they&#39;re doing something, it better be now.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>To save some time, the fox then reaches into his pack and pulls out a sturdy looking synthetic rope. He would hand a part of it to each and every one of his party members, then hook a thumb towards the rushing current they&#39;d be riding. It should be pretty obvious the reasons for this, they didn&#39;t want to be separated in there, after all. He&#39;d then motion for them to secure the rope wherever was most comfortable, for him being around his waist. He was a small fox, after all.</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>Borneo listens to the chatter going on, then nods to Magnus when he quickly gets the point, wrapping the rope around the base of his tail. Looking at the water dragon, he takes a moment to cease his illusions with a telepathic [Sorry] to his squadmates, instead focusing on toying with the near-entirety of the dragon&#39;s senses. Pulling his tail away from the other, he makes it seem that he left behind an effective clone of himself swimming away from the dragon towards the illusory treat that Zophah had manifest only to practically become one with it as he would appar to be what the aquatic dragon would want, while the real Borneo quickly heads in the opposing direction, ending his own illusory playtime once he was far away enough to not be spotted by the nibbler. [Go, go, go, go,] he telepathizes while clearly in a hurry to avoid being seen entirely, hoping his trick had worked but not checking to make sure; there just wasn&#39;t enough time for that!</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>With a nod, Arris takes the rope and ties it around her waist. &quot;Ready whenever you guys are.&quot; She gives it a tug, before passing it down towards Zophah and motioning for her to tie herself as well. &quot;Hah, you&#39;d better put your good &#39;rope skills&#39; to use, Zoph.&quot; She lets off a snicker.</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah pulls a smaller cargo belt from her toolbox and wraps it around her waist. It won&#39;t be comfortable, but it will be more secure. &quot;You would know, honey.&quot; She replies to Arris, in a manner that sounds like she&#39;s teasing with her tounge sticking out. Zophah then hooks Magnus&#39;s rope to the belt and double checks all of her other gear is secure before confirming everyone else is ready as well.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Kamryn puts her rifle back over her shoulder as she takes the rope offered by Magnus. With a nod, she ties it around her waist, also knotting a couple of extra loops just along from her to use as handholds in case the main loop slips as they ride the currents. She works quickly on hearing Borneo&#39;s telepathic message, then glances curiously between the gator and squid, wondering if the remark about her rope skills was what she was thinking it was and making a mental note for a less precarious occasion. &quot;Ready here, let&#39;s get moving before either of them come back again&quot; she says, a little dissappointed they aren&#39;t taking the water dragon with them, but knowing her idea would have been a longshot at best.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus would take the cord as it&#39;s passed to him and tie it around his waist before passing it on to the next person. As the dragon moves off he shakes his head, *Oh well... easy come easy go.* he telepathizes *Still we&#39;re perfectly able to succeed without needing a water dragon. Ready* he adds as everyone sounds off.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Floating at the edge of the rapidly flowing tunnel, it was like a worm in the deep ocean, rapid flowing and carrying in it a great deal of sealife and debris. Using this would be a dangerous thing, most certainly among the more pearilous venture to experience under the waters. Magnus reaches out and grabs the nearest hands he could reach, that of Kamryn and Borneo. He&#39;d let go for a moment to mime &quot;On three... One, two, three!&quot; he&#39;d then grab hold again, and pull the others into the rapid stream! </p><br />
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<p>It was like leaping into a twister, the sudden acceleration so jarring it drew the air out of Magnus&#39; lungs. The group is tugged and twisted, battered with debris and smacked by all sorts of sealife as they twist and flail in the rushing stream. All but Borneo manage to sustain at least some blunt injuries. Thankfully nothing proved large or heavy enough to result in knockouts, but the better part of a fifteen minute rush of water later, Magnus pulls everyone out of the stream with a great deal of effort, and a lot of waistline pain to show for it. </p><br />
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<p>Once they&#39;re in the quiet waters once more, he runs a hand over his rebreather and sighs into it, the frontal guard cracked, having barely managed to save the tubing behind it. Had he been smacked just once more by something, the device would have failed, and he&#39;d have been in quite the shituation. Looking around the group, he would flash his light at them with one hand, the other rubbing his bruised arm.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Arris attempts to dodge out of the way of most of the debris, but ends up being hit regardless - letting out a groan as she rubs at her bruised abdomen. Once the group is out of the stream, she lets out a sigh, feeling at least a little dazed with the rapid acceleration from the rapids. &quot;Guh... please, tell me there&#39;s no more.&quot; Her flashlight shines around through the waters, the gator looking around at her surroundings.</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>Borneo makes use of his illusions again to highlight everyone&#39;s positions by means of using the rope before they&#39;re taken into the stream, in which he treats the rush of speed as nothing more than an exciting rollercoaster ride - not that he&#39;s ever been one on in this day and age, mind you! </p><br />
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<p>The catfish makes a game of the situation for himself, dodging to and fro out of the way out the debris, only getting bapped along the tip of his tail by a bit of debris by the time everyone&#39;s out. &quot;I wanna do that again,&quot; he purrs heavily. &quot;I&#39;ll have to start visiting the deeper parts of the ocean from now on...~&quot; Looking towards the others, he visibly winces at Magnus&#39;s situation with the cracked rebreather, waving a paw over to everyone else with a nervous laughter. &quot;...Without folks tied to me, haha...&quot;</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah reorientates herself and double checks her gear before checking every one else. Using telepathy nanomagic she says &#39;If we loose any gear I&#39;ve got one spare breathing mask and in emergency I can use nanites to go without breathing. I&#39;ve also got the gear to cover one major injury, but I&#39;d prefer not to use up any supplies.&#39; She draws on her repair nanomagic and mends Magnus&#39;s rebreather first. She then draws on her phoenix dedication to produce fiery feathers, which despite being under water still burn like flares. She uses these feathers to heal what minor injuries are sustained.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Tumbling out of the undersea current in a tangle of rope, Kamryn struggles to regain her bearings as Magnus pulls the group into calmer waters. Falling back against the sandy ocean floor, she lies still for a few moments, getting her breathing back under control as her head swims from enduring the chaotic tumbling along their journey. After a few moments as Magnus&#39;s flashlight passes over her, she sits up groggily. &quot;Mnggh... well, that was something&quot; she says, adding &quot;Everyone OK?&quot; as she looks around, wincing. Noticing one of her shoulder lamps is out and the other is flickering she taps the inactive one a few times then reseats it in the mounting, eventually coaxing it back to life and stabilising the other one in the process. Under the increased light, she sees Magnus nearby and the damage to his rebreather. She unties the rope around her waist and crawls over to him, not willing to try standing up just yet. With a look of concern, she gently rubs a finger over the crack, assessing how bad it is. About to reach for a tube of nanite based sealant gel in her toolbelt, it becomes unnecessary as Zophah&#39;s nanomagic creates a pleasing warmth in her various bruises and Magnus&#39;s equipment repairs itself before her eyes. She nods to Magnus, making eye contact to be sure he&#39;s OK, then rolls onto her back with a sigh to give Zophah a thumbs up.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus would pull his wings in close to avoid them catching any debris as he is pulled into the slipstream... the hound had lucked out, swimming with a strong current wasn&#39;t that different than flying with a strong wind and so the hound, in spite of his size, dodged well enough back and forth with the current until it came time to exit... seeing the group begin to duck out of the current he&#39;d swim out as quickly as he could before accidentally dragging anyone back in with him. *That was fun.* he&#39;d agree with Borneo, *But right now we&#39;ve got a job to do* Setting foot on the sea floor again he scans the surroundings looking for the wreck... they were here to find a large ship and strip it right? How hard could finding one of those be?</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Not hard at all, as the vessel was in plain sight for everyone just a short swim away. The down ship was a military recon vessel, small but armored just enough that it can withstand gunfire without suffering holes in its hull. With a nod and a thumbs up, Magnus gives Zophah and Kamryn aquick hug, before swimming towards the wreck. Seems the only patch of workable hull left was on the starboard side, everything else long since having decayed away under the salt water and decay brought about by the various sea life. It wouldn&#39;t be easy to remove the plaiting, however. Magnus reaches into his pack and places a small charge on the surface, one easily notable as an air baloon charge to float their patch of salvage up quickly once it&#39;s dislodged, but first it would have to be removed from the vessel somehow...</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>Borneo watches Zophah handle the repairs to Magnus&#39;s rebreather, shamefully remembering he has the same power until he notices that his playful use of illusions have gone away, swimming over to stay close to Ebreus as he still recalls the hound has Regulation to make use of as the lot head to the vessel. He tilts his own head as he watches Magnus, then raises a finger as he asks, &quot;Is this a job for Sculpting or a job for Ebreus to be our resident blowtorch?&quot;</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Arris begins to float around the hull of the ship, stroking the water with her tailfins to move around. &quot;Hm. So, where do we start...?&quot; She takes a glance at Magnus. &quot;...oh, you have some balloon thingies? Not enough to lift the whole boat, I take it.&quot; She swims around the boat, looking for a hatch or a door or something to get inside of it.</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah pulls out the last and largest toll of her kit: a compact oxy-fuel cutting torch. She swims over to the shipwreck and starts drawing on her sculpting nanomagic to weaken the welds between the metal plates and the ship, then takes a minute to ignite the oxy torch. &quot;This will take a bit, go ahead and get started.&quot;</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Recovering enough to stand, Kamryn gets up and glances around the group again before looking over at the sunken vessel. She follows Zophah over to the wreck, assessing the best place to start work as the squid lights her cutting torch. &quot;Well, hopefully the corrosion will have weakened the superstructure too&quot; she says, &quot;That should make detaching bits of the hull easier&quot;. Finding handholds amongst the cracks in the hull, she climbs up towards a larger hole. &quot;I&#39;ll start from up here. Got plenty of tools if anyone needs anything&quot; she calls over the comm, fishing some items out of her toolbelt as she heads inside to work on the plating.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus looks over the hull, &quot;Nanomagic probably isn&#39;t going to do much to this, even if I were to make a bubble.&quot; he says, &quot;We just need to detach this piece though... who knows maybe we&#39;ll luck out and the ship&#39;s old enough that it was riveted together instead of welded.&quot; he says with a light chuckle as he hops atop the piece. Looking around the large wreck he ads, &quot;Just focus on where it&#39;s directly connected to other parts and this shouldn&#39;t take too long.&quot; he says as he finds one such part and begins testing the connection, &quot;Here</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus looks over the hull, &quot;Nanomagic probably isn&#39;t going to do much to this, even if I were to make a bubble.&quot; he says, &quot;We just need to detach this piece though... who knows maybe we&#39;ll luck out and the ship&#39;s old enough that it was riveted together instead of welded.&quot; he says with a light chuckle as he hops atop the piece. Looking around the large wreck he ads, &quot;Just focus on where it&#39;s directly connected to other parts and this shouldn&#39;t take too long.&quot; he says as he finds one such part and begins testing the connection, &quot;Here&#39;s one.&quot; he says and once someone&#39;s on that point he moves to the next point and calls it out drawing attention to every connection he can&#39;t break without a welding torch.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>It takes a little effort, but within the span of a half hour if not less, the salvageable materials are extracted and sent on their way up towards the surface. Many would argue that a swim back so long would take days, if not weeks to accomplish, however let&#39;s just say that the prospect of high-value salvage attracts those willing to offer their services for a slice of the pie. Their transport was assured, and the team returns home victorious from thier underwater escapades.</p></div>[[Category:RPLogs]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Deep_Sea_Spellunking_-_RPLOG&diff=1083321Deep Sea Spellunking - RPLOG2019-02-09T22:32:13Z<p>Otto: /* Date */</p>
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* [[Arris]]<br />
* [[Borneo]]<br />
* [[Ebreus]]<br />
* [[Kamryn]]<br />
* [[Magnus]]<br />
* [[Zophah]]<br />
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Saturday February 9, 2019=Log=<br />
<div></div><div title="Magnus"><p>&quot;Of all the bloody days to rain, NOW it decides to do so! Ah well, not like we ain&#39;t gonna get wet today, right?&quot; Magnus would be heard speaking, seemingly to himself. He&#39;d be huddled up under an improvised tent, formed from some cloth and four support struts raised and formed by a quartette of wooden poles. It&#39;s as basic a basic shelter can be, but it served its purpose. Why, keeping the fennec nice and fluffy ofcourse! What else? </p><br />
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<p>&quot;Yes, yes, I know. Aren&#39;t you curious though?!&quot; the fox would exclaim, a wide smile tugging at his lips as he seems to be speaking to no one. &quot;Who knows what could be causing those disturbances! We have to find out! All the better if we do manage to salvage that wreck, but for now just let me indulge in my curiosity.&quot; He&#39;d pause and roll his eyes, then sigh softly. &quot;Well, it&#39;s a good thing I&#39;m not a cat, isn&#39;t it? Now shut your pretty face before I shut it for you when we meet up again.&quot; </p><br />
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<p>He&#39;d pause once more and snicker into one hand &quot;Oh, you know exactly what I&#39;ll shove in there, but let&#39;s not discuss that, the scavvies are coming.&quot; He&#39;d then poke the side of head and tuck his hands behind his back, watching the arrivals with a vibrant gaze and a welcoming smile. There would be a small table under his shelter, covered with basic swimming equipment if anyone needed it.</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>The rain was rather light, but goodness gracious, was the wind a different story all together! Behind the rest of the scavengers, a certain catfish the fox knew judging by that overhead halo could be seen ecstatically running amok in the graces of the cloud tears, dancing and rolling on the ground in the moist nature of the afternoon. In spite of his calm demeanor during missions, the spaz clearly enjoyed rainy days, eventually coming to a halt with an over-relaxed expression. &quot;Okay, I&#39;m done being me,&quot; Borneo says with a delighted purr in his voice.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Arris approaches Magnus&#39; tent, scuba gear rested over her shoulder by her arm, and a cooler full of assorted drinks (mostly beer) held by the other. &quot;Hmmmn. I don&#39;t think I&#39;ve ever came here during the winter.&quot; She snerks lightly as she sets down the cooler, pulling her goggles over her eyes as she starts putting on the scuba gear. &quot;&#39;Fun in the sun&#39; sounds more like &#39;pain in the rain&#39; right about now. Hopefully, today&#39;s expedition won&#39;t be so bad.&quot; She was dressed in her usual swimsuit and a jacket, resting the latter on top of the cooler.</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah has come as a squid girl today to facilitate underwater work, wearing her flame-patterned bikini with webbed gloves and small flippers. She aproaches the tent quickly soon after Arris, carrying what looks like a nanite-crafted toolkit modified for use under water. &quot;The weather won&#39;t matter as much once we&#39;re in the ocean, but it will get really dark, especially as time goes on. I brought a few extra waterproofed flashlights if anyone needs them.&quot; Zophah then gives her mate Arris a hug and stands beside.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>The wind was blowing, yes, and it was in fact raining but it&#39;d take more than that to even slow down Ebreus. Defiant of the weather the grand Hellhound flew on his bat-like wings toward the meeting place... it was only once the &#39;hound came in for his landing and a particularly strong gust of wind caught his wings that nature explained to him just how displeased it was with his defiance. Pulling his wings in close well above the ground the &#39;hound, weighing as much as a small car, impacted the ground with a noteworthy thud and plume of sand around him... which immediately begun to cling to the wet... everything. </p><br />
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<p>Rising from his crouched landing position with a light groan he says, &quot;I</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Walking along the beach from the direction of the path leading from the city, an approximately feline form approaches across the damp sand. Getting closer, it resolves into a snow leopard wearing a thick padded coat and either some kind of scaled leggings or a reptilian lower half. Spotting the group at the makeshift tent she changes direction towards them, approaching with a friendly wave. Heading in under the cover she shakes off some rain, running a hand across her glistening latex head to dry herself off and thinking she never used to dislike rain this much before she became a cat. Seeing a couple of familiar faces around the table she greets Magnus and Borneo. &quot;Hey guys, neighbour&quot; she says with a nod to Borneo before introducing herself to the squid girl. &quot;Hi there, I&#39;m Kamryn. Don&#39;t think we&#39;ve met before, unless I&#39;m just not recognizing your form today&quot;</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>The wind was blowing, yes, and it was in fact raining but it&#39;d take more than that to even slow down Ebreus. Defiant of the weather the grand Hellhound flew on his bat-like wings toward the meeting place... it was only once the &#39;hound came in for his landing and a particularly strong gust of wind caught his wings that nature explained to him just how displeased it was with his defiance. Pulling his wings in close well above the ground the &#39;hound, weighing as much as a small car, impacted the ground with a noteworthy thud and plume of sand around him... which immediately begun to cling to the wet... everything. </p><br />
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<p>Rising from his crouched landing position with a light groan he says, &quot;I&#39;m alright.&quot; as he brushes off what sand he can. Making his way to the small tent as he unpacks his scuba gear from his bag he says, &quot;So a bit of winter diving. Sounds fun... wonder how much the water will fuck with thermal vision if it gets dark.&quot; he says with a light hum.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>&quot;Hey uncle.&quot; Magnus snickers quietly and moves in to give Borneo a quick hug. &quot;You be you, it&#39;s worked out fine so far. Hope you&#39;re ready. We&#39;re going in deep.&quot; His fist would impact the other&#39;s shoulder lightly, before he would turn his attention towards Arris and her keg. &quot;Oh, so you brought booze to warm us up, then! How lovely.&quot; he&#39;d tease and move in to give her a quick kiss on the nose. &quot;You look as voluptuous as ever, I need not worry about your swimming ability, then. You&#39;re practically always ready to dive, always in the wetsuit every time I see you... well, until it comes off.&quot; he&#39;d cast her a wink and turn slowly towards the next arrival. As he turns, she might notice his fluffy tail was gone, replaced instead by a familiar looking fish tail. Seems the fox had taken some notes, eh? </p><br />
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<p>Zophah was nigh impossible to place in that form. Her voice was what gave her away more than anything, and she&#39;d soon find two fennec arms wrapped around her back, the rest of the fox at her front ofcourse. &quot;Thank you. I was hoping someone would bring these. I didn&#39;t have spares.&quot; Standing on his tiptoes, he&#39;d give the squid girl a lick on the cheek, then part from her with a smile. Once Kamryn arrives, he hands her one of the waterproof flashlights Zophah so generously provided, then casts a soft wink her way. &quot;Welcome to the squad. Happy to have another spellunker. We&#39;ll depart in a bit.&quot; Upon Ebreus&#39; arrival, Magnus snickers and greets with a nod. &quot;You tell me, I ain&#39;t got a frickin&#39; clue! My eyeballs are those of yon&#39; regular measly moral. ANYWHO!&quot; his hands clasp together and his foot *THUD* impacts the ground, sharply forcing a small slab up a foot from the ground to elevate him a little. </p><br />
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<p>&quot;You know how I feel about dawdling! Here&#39;s what&#39;s up! The cost of materials! What&#39;s going down! Us, down due 225 degrees southwest of here!&quot; he&#39;d snap his fingers, bringing up a visual manifestation of a rough topgrapical preview of the area. &quot;There&#39;s a powerful current running across here.&quot; the curve representing it lights up in red &quot;We&#39;re gonna dive down and merge with it, see?&quot; Six small dots appear on the map, representing the six of them, gradually making their way to the nearest piece of the curve, before being swept away by it &quot;Aaaaall the way down seven and a half nautical miles along its length, we&#39;ll...&quot; *POP* he makes a loud noise with his lips &quot;...flop out of the current and be but a measly two hundred or so meters from our target!&quot; </p><br />
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<p>Upon the map, the vague location of their goal is highlighted in red &quot;Seven hundred and thirty four meters under the surface, a sunken vessel with a reinforced hull, picked clean for electronics already no doubt but the plating will do just fine for our good folks at big Z&#39;s R&amp;D! SO! Grab what you need!&quot; the illusion vanishes into a cloud of mist and the fox pulls out a face-concealing mask from the pack on his back, attaching it to his muzzle. He&#39;d take out his comm unit and tap it before speaking through the mask &quot;Keep your comms locked and stay together, it&#39;s gonna get dark down there! That&#39;s about it!&quot; With everything said, Magnus would be the first to make a running leap towards the ocean, bounding into the air and rolling twice before making a *SPLASH* and diving under the water.</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>&quot;Going in deep is my specialty,&quot; Borneo giggles softly, waving a paw at Kamryn and Ebreus as a greeting to the two while regarding the others with a simple smile. Listening closely to the fox&#39;s instructions with confirming nods to what has to be done for the mission, his expression becomes somewhat nervous at the mention of staying together since he didn&#39;t know how well anyone else here could swim much less how fast, but snickers as he sees the fox dive in first. &quot;Hey, wait for me,&quot; he cheerfully calls out to Magnus before literally cartwheeling his way into the waters, following behind but barely able to contain his excitement at being in an underwater mission for once.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Arris smiles when the hug is recieved, holding Zophah close as she plants a kiss on her forehead. &quot;I suppose I wouldn&#39;t mind a flashlight, hun.&quot; The light teasing elicits another snicker from her, as Magnus feels his tail getting bumped against by Arris&#39;. </p><br />
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<p>&quot;Hey! Wait up!&quot; She takes a few steps towards the ocean as Magnus jumps in before stopping. &quot;...well, here, Zophah, have this, since I won&#39;t be able to kiss you for a while.&quot; Stepping close, the gator presses her lips against Zophah&#39;s in a deep, passionate kiss, savoring it for a while before pulling away, fitting the breather over her maw, and gracefully diving into the ocean.</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah rumages through her tool box before getting a face full of affectionate and romatic kissing, then returns to pulling out a full face mask. She dashes after the rest of the crew, slipping the mask on and checking the comm system. &quot;That seems awefuly far, are you sure the nanite signal will reach?&quot; She clips her waterproof light to her mask and double checks her kit before closing it up and slinging it over her shoulder.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> &quot;Thanks&quot; Kamryn says as Magnus hands her a flashlight. She unzips her coat to slot it into a free slot on her toolbelt, revealling her partially armoured wetsuit beneath. &quot;I brought my own, but a spare&#39;s always handy&quot;. She drops her bag beside the table, shrugging off her coat and slipping out of her boots before fishing some scuba gear out of her bag, slipping into the harness and securing the straps around her body. Slinging her rifle back over her shoulder along with the now empty bag, she sucks on the mouthpiece of her respirator experimentally, checking it working properly. Looking around at the others, she smiles a little to herself, amused by the displays of affection but feeling a little like the outsider of the group.</p><br />
<p> Tapping her comm to check the link to the others and her gear, she flicks the small floodlights on the shoulders of her diving equipment a couple of times, then does the same with the smaller flashlight strapped to her wrist. &quot;Wait up guys&quot; she calls after those already in the water, starting to move after them. &quot;Just needed to check all my stuff&#39;s working. I don&#39;t want to get caught out by faulty equipment on my first deep dive&quot;. With that, she strides out into the water, divig in as soon as it&#39;s deep enough.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus nods as the smol fox explains their mission, &quot;Shipwreck... sound fun. I do hope you&#39;ve brought salvaging balloons though. Hiking across the ocean floor with large chunks of metal would be... well an easy target for Water Dragons.&quot; he says. As everyone darts off the hound leaps into the air and with the beating of his wings flies over the water as he puts on his mask. Holding it in place, and once he&#39;s certain the water below him is substantially deep, he again pulls his wings, this time to drive into the salty depths. As the water slows his descent the winged hound opens his bright crimson, glowing, eyes and looks out into the infra-red of the sea looking for his companions while scanning for threats.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Under the water, Magnus flashes his flashlight at the others to let them know where he was. He wasn&#39;t the best swimmer, rather he did just okay when compared to those more experienced, but with a sway in his motions and a toned acrobat&#39;s body, one could seldom go wrong in most situations, no? The fox waits for the others to catch up, and pulls out his comm unit. He&#39;d tap the screen to show them all that they were due to head in a very specific direction, then takes point, keeping his eyes on the unit in his hands. It doesn&#39;t take long for the light above them to start dimming, and all they would have is the flashlights in their hands. Thank you Zophah! </p><br />
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<p>Eventually, they&#39;d reach the steep slope that was the ocean floor, and Magnus would sink down to start hopping across its surface, using his buoyancy as a means to pretend he was in low gravity. He&#39;d stride widely and do a few flips along the way, flashing his light to and fro as they went along. Seaweed riddled the bottom here, long strands of green surrounding them from every which way, clams and other common things visible here and there, an anomony here, a starfish there... it was astounding how alive this place was given the situation on the surface. </p><br />
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<p>Then, just as the fox was making a scene of forming a beard of tentacles out of sweaweed as they swam towards their goal, his flashlight briefly strikes the cold reflective surface of a scaly sea creature&#39;s body. They were not alone down here... the question was, were they being followed, or hunted? He&#39;d flash his light at the others to draw their eyes and gesture with two fingers in all directions, a sign to look around.</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>Taking into account that he wasn&#39;t wearing gear like most of the others, or at least wasn&#39;t equipped with flashlights, Borneo stayed close to Magnus with ease as it become almost painfully obvious he was the best swimmer among the group, easily mistakable for one of the local wildlife from a distance when in motion. He did take precautions noticing that he may&#39;ve been hard to keep track of without said gear, manifesting a something of a quest marker in light humour over his head in the shape of a stylized letter &#39;B&#39;, while doing the same for the camouflaged creatures in the form of a red X to signal danger. A good thing he had gills underneath the neck mane or he&#39;d have more to worry about than just being able to move down here!</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Arris skillfully swims forward, the gator having spent most of her free time swimming in the river east of Fairhaven. Gracefully, Magnus can spot her butterfly stroking ahead, tailfins bobbing with a consistent tempo as she moves. She does periodically stop to adore the wildlife, but for the most part, stays within eyesight of Magnus, eyeing her comm every now and then to make sure she was on track.</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah quickly remembers to &#39;tag&#39; Magnus, Arris, and Kamryn with her biomonitoring sight nanomagic to keep track of them, Keeping a visual eye on Borneo and letting the badass Ebreus take care of himself. She chuckles in her mask every few times Arris looks at the scenery, and either through comm warnings or telepathic nanomagic Zophah makes sure that everyone remains safe.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> With even her feline eyes having difficulty seeing in the low light as the group near the ocean floor, she taps her comm to switch her lights on, creating a pool of almost blueish white light for a few metres in front of her from her shoulder lamps and a harsher beam that reaches a little further from the one on her forearm. She glances around curiously at the glowing symbols appearing over some of the wildlife before recognising them as illusory nanomagic based projections. She chuckles to herself in her mask, tagging several of the blips on her comm&#39;s mapper with the corresponding new floating symbols. Looking up again, she spots the fennec&#39;s warning gestures and starts scanning the surroundings, switching her comm to broadcast mode and saying &quot;Something out there guys? I can&#39;t see anything yet&quot;, thinking she should have checked if the others would be able to hear her before they dived.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>With the aid of Magnus&#39; light it wouldn&#39;t take long for the &#39;hound to find his friends... now for the interesting part: can the hound cheat and use his wings to &#39;fly&#39; through the water? Only one way to find out and Ebreus was going to try it, he spread his wings into the salty depths and he would flap his wings... quite obviously slower and with substantially greater strain in the over eight hundred times more dense fluid. After a few flaps he shakes his head and begins actual swimming, heat-sources such as warm bodies being pointed out to him doubly so between Borneo&#39;s illusory Heads Up Display and his own thermal vision. Though he did his best to stick with the group the hound was first to the ocean floor, by attribute of his density, though as he contacts the floor he springs off of it and resumes swimming until another launch is necessary. As Magnus signals to him with the flashlight and indicates a direction he scans the area pointed in the infra-red spectrum looking for anything to move. *Scanning now... just a moment.* the hound would respond, via telepathy, to Kamryn, and the rest of the party his voice broadcasting in their heads.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Oh hey, a seal. What is it doing out this far? Magnus in his general state of infantile glee would move right in and start to bellyrub the friendly creature. Thankfully it wasn&#39;t seeing the group as predatory, nor as food up for grabs. Some ferals were nice like this, and seeing how the thing&#39;s flippers were wiggling from the thorough scritches it was recieving, seems it was only here to say hello and check things out. Two more would be timidly circling the group, while in the distance, more wildlife was approaching. Parting from the seal, Magnus gives it a quick rub to the head, before swimming back on course. In the distance, the telltale disturbance in the water was made clear, a torrent quite wild, a current quite rapid, the one they would hop onto to reach their destination. It wouldn&#39;t be long now!</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>Borneo couldn&#39;t help but giggle at Magnus&#39;s moment of peace, staying close by and creating a marker resembling a clock overhead to at least give an idea that Magnus was busy with something. Following after him after he had finished the bit of indulgement, he changed his marker back to a &#39;B&#39;, wearing a look of excitement at the torrent as it reminded him of the rapids in the river east of Fairhaven; nothing he couldn&#39;t handle, but one he felt eager to explore as he had never traveled through one in the ocean before. He continued to play around with his markers, pinpointing their &#39;ride&#39; with a symbol resembling a whirlpool from above as he gave off a delighted purr moreso in at least seeing shipwreck that wasn&#39;t near Feesh&#39;s castle for once.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>The others would hear through their comms, spoken in Arris&#39; voice: &quot;Is that giant whirlpool-looking thing the place we need to go to?&quot; The gator treads water in place, giving the seal a headpat as well as it passes by her. &quot;Well, if the forces that be wanted to make their important location look important and daunting, they certainly succeeded.&quot; If given the OK, she would resume swimming, starting to approach the whirlpool.</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah readies herself for the ocean current, still keeping watch over everyone and ready for problems. She conserves her energy for the most part, as her understanding of ocean swimming is that it will take a lot of work to get to the wreckage.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> &quot;Picking up a couple of blips on sonar, quite big&quot; Kamryn broadcasts rather urgently to the group, unslinging her rifle as she turns. &quot;One to the north, one to the south, both heading this way&quot;. She glances round to try and see which of the others heard her, switching off her shoulder lights for the moment. &quot;They&#39;re moving slowly though, not sure if they know we&#39;re here yet&quot;. Peering into the darkness along her rifle sights with just the illumination from their flashlights, she adds &quot;If that whirlpool is where we&#39;re going, it might be a good idea to head there quickly&quot;</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Continuing to leap, swim, land and repeat the large Hellhound would use his time swimming to survey the environment until spying something... unfortunately thermal didn&#39;t work quite so well in the depths as it does on land but whatever it was he had found was big. Unable to make out a clear silhouette or spy any identifying markings Ebreus would resort to telepathy *Something big over here.* he&#39;d say, *Take a look* he would add and in show his view of the creature to everyone... though with the limitations of nanomagic this would be done one at a time. Starting with Zophah, then Borneo, then in order of proximity to himself. *Borneo&#39;s helping keep us on track, don&#39;t worry about the images.* he&#39;d reply to Arris as he admires the playfuless of the seals for a few moments while passing them by. With Kamryn saying their is a second one he&#39;d reply *Two? We should be careful.* he says</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Alas, even with all this forewarning, too few flashlights go out. Before the group could reach the rapids, from the north and the south two heads pop up amidst the darkness. Water Dragons! They looked... not that threatening, really. Down under the water they were like big floaty blubber butts. They kept their paws turcked in for the most part, swimming using those long dexterous tails of theirs as much as their webbed fingers and toes to paddle gently through the water. One was standing in their way though, and moving to block their path regardless of any attempts to swim around it. The other noses Borneo&#39;s back with its snoot, a curious glimmer in its eyes evident. It lets off a soft trill and tries to nibble on his tail. Now, how to handle this...</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>Borneo&#39;s ears twitch at the image presented, looking back to see Ebreus then at the creature shown before marking both, the hellhound with a red symbol resembling fire and the creature with a blatant question mark, sighing to himself quietly about how much he needs to keep track of. He let his attention wane and was caught off-guard by the water dragon, turning his head curiously as he lets the water dragon nibble at his tail, blinking slowly then reaching over to rub at the chubby sea dragon&#39;s snout with one paw and attempting to scritch under its chin hile giving off a pleasant yet weird purr. Seeing both creatures were water dragons, he marks the both of them with white exclamation marks, though he looks rather confused at how to proceed past them without straight up shifting himself to a larger size then carrying them off elsewhere.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Arris spots the exclamation marks, turning around to drift over towards the sea dragon. Once close enough, she reaches a hand out, stroking at the head of the feral as she notes the plushy rump it sported with a light snerk. &quot;Hah, these ones are pretty cute looking, don&#39;t you think?&quot;</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Though they don&#39;t pose much of a threat at the moment, the dragons are delaying the expedition. So Zophah uses her telepathic nanomagic to inform everyone &quot;I&#39;m going to make an illusion, don&#39;t follow it no matter how good it looks.&quot; She then shuts off her other nanomagic for now while creating &#39;the most tastiest treat&#39; with her suggestive illusion nanomagic, sending it off in full view of the dragons and then darting off into the wide ocean.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Kamryn lowers her rifle as the situation turns out to be somewhat less tense than she&#39;d expected. Keeping it ready just in case but pointed down to appear unaggressive, she slowly approaches the water dragon nibbling on Borneo, reactivating her shoulder lamps to get a better look. Watching as the other dragon follows Zophah&#39;s distraction away from the group, she feels quite hungry herself, shaking her head to regain her focus. &quot;You know, this guy could be quite handy if we can keep it friendly. I bet it could lift a fair amount of hull plating for us if anyone has any suggestions on how to tame it&quot;</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus hums as the two show themselves to be water dragons. He swims alongside the one nipping at Borneo looking it over and taking notes on its form to help him identify water dragons more easily next time. Though as the mental communication comes from the scientist fox... now turned squid that there&#39;d be illusory bait he averts his eyes being fully aware of how good an illusion could be made. Instead he makes his way closer to the front of the group. He hums as Kamryn suggests brining the big guy along, *Sounds like a plan, could certainly get more salvage with the big guy... I tend to TKO feralls and haul &#39;em back when workin&#39; with the Prommies... anyone have a gentler touch?*</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Magnus extends one hand towards the illusion, his eyes sparkling and his ears flitting down as he regards &quot;Mother of all cookies...&quot; he whispers in his mask, unsure if anyone could even catch that. Once the illusion fades into the distance however, he shakes his head and rubs his eyes. &quot;Oof~&quot; he&#39;d grunt. Glancing back towards the dragon nibbling Borneo, the fox shrugs deeply and flashes his light at the others. He&#39;d raise two fingers and tap his wrist with them, time to move on! No dawdling. If they&#39;re doing something, it better be now.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>To save some time, the fox then reaches into his pack and pulls out a sturdy looking synthetic rope. He would hand a part of it to each and every one of his party members, then hook a thumb towards the rushing current they&#39;d be riding. It should be pretty obvious the reasons for this, they didn&#39;t want to be separated in there, after all. He&#39;d then motion for them to secure the rope wherever was most comfortable, for him being around his waist. He was a small fox, after all.</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>Borneo listens to the chatter going on, then nods to Magnus when he quickly gets the point, wrapping the rope around the base of his tail. Looking at the water dragon, he takes a moment to cease his illusions with a telepathic [Sorry] to his squadmates, instead focusing on toying with the near-entirety of the dragon&#39;s senses. Pulling his tail away from the other, he makes it seem that he left behind an effective clone of himself swimming away from the dragon towards the illusory treat that Zophah had manifest only to practically become one with it as he would appar to be what the aquatic dragon would want, while the real Borneo quickly heads in the opposing direction, ending his own illusory playtime once he was far away enough to not be spotted by the nibbler. [Go, go, go, go,] he telepathizes while clearly in a hurry to avoid being seen entirely, hoping his trick had worked but not checking to make sure; there just wasn&#39;t enough time for that!</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>With a nod, Arris takes the rope and ties it around her waist. &quot;Ready whenever you guys are.&quot; She gives it a tug, before passing it down towards Zophah and motioning for her to tie herself as well. &quot;Hah, you&#39;d better put your good &#39;rope skills&#39; to use, Zoph.&quot; She lets off a snicker.</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah pulls a smaller cargo belt from her toolbox and wraps it around her waist. It won&#39;t be comfortable, but it will be more secure. &quot;You would know, honey.&quot; She replies to Arris, in a manner that sounds like she&#39;s teasing with her tounge sticking out. Zophah then hooks Magnus&#39;s rope to the belt and double checks all of her other gear is secure before confirming everyone else is ready as well.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Kamryn puts her rifle back over her shoulder as she takes the rope offered by Magnus. With a nod, she ties it around her waist, also knotting a couple of extra loops just along from her to use as handholds in case the main loop slips as they ride the currents. She works quickly on hearing Borneo&#39;s telepathic message, then glances curiously between the gator and squid, wondering if the remark about her rope skills was what she was thinking it was and making a mental note for a less precarious occasion. &quot;Ready here, let&#39;s get moving before either of them come back again&quot; she says, a little dissappointed they aren&#39;t taking the water dragon with them, but knowing her idea would have been a longshot at best.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus would take the cord as it&#39;s passed to him and tie it around his waist before passing it on to the next person. As the dragon moves off he shakes his head, *Oh well... easy come easy go.* he telepathizes *Still we&#39;re perfectly able to succeed without needing a water dragon. Ready* he adds as everyone sounds off.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Floating at the edge of the rapidly flowing tunnel, it was like a worm in the deep ocean, rapid flowing and carrying in it a great deal of sealife and debris. Using this would be a dangerous thing, most certainly among the more pearilous venture to experience under the waters. Magnus reaches out and grabs the nearest hands he could reach, that of Kamryn and Borneo. He&#39;d let go for a moment to mime &quot;On three... One, two, three!&quot; he&#39;d then grab hold again, and pull the others into the rapid stream! </p><br />
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<p>Once they&#39;re in the quiet waters once more, he runs a hand over his rebreather and sighs into it, the frontal guard cracked, having barely managed to save the tubing behind it. Had he been smacked just once more by something, the device would have failed, and he&#39;d have been in quite the shituation. Looking around the group, he would flash his light at them with one hand, the other rubbing his bruised arm.</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Arris attempts to dodge out of the way of most of the debris, but ends up being hit regardless - letting out a groan as she rubs at her bruised abdomen. Once the group is out of the stream, she lets out a sigh, feeling at least a little dazed with the rapid acceleration from the rapids. &quot;Guh... please, tell me there&#39;s no more.&quot; Her flashlight shines around through the waters, the gator looking around at her surroundings.</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>Borneo makes use of his illusions again to highlight everyone&#39;s positions by means of using the rope before they&#39;re taken into the stream, in which he treats the rush of speed as nothing more than an exciting rollercoaster ride - not that he&#39;s ever been one on in this day and age, mind you! </p><br />
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<p>The catfish makes a game of the situation for himself, dodging to and fro out of the way out the debris, only getting bapped along the tip of his tail by a bit of debris by the time everyone&#39;s out. &quot;I wanna do that again,&quot; he purrs heavily. &quot;I&#39;ll have to start visiting the deeper parts of the ocean from now on...~&quot; Looking towards the others, he visibly winces at Magnus&#39;s situation with the cracked rebreather, waving a paw over to everyone else with a nervous laughter. &quot;...Without folks tied to me, haha...&quot;</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah reorientates herself and double checks her gear before checking every one else. Using telepathy nanomagic she says &#39;If we loose any gear I&#39;ve got one spare breathing mask and in emergency I can use nanites to go without breathing. I&#39;ve also got the gear to cover one major injury, but I&#39;d prefer not to use up any supplies.&#39; She draws on her repair nanomagic and mends Magnus&#39;s rebreather first. She then draws on her phoenix dedication to produce fiery feathers, which despite being under water still burn like flares. She uses these feathers to heal what minor injuries are sustained.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Tumbling out of the undersea current in a tangle of rope, Kamryn struggles to regain her bearings as Magnus pulls the group into calmer waters. Falling back against the sandy ocean floor, she lies still for a few moments, getting her breathing back under control as her head swims from enduring the chaotic tumbling along their journey. After a few moments as Magnus&#39;s flashlight passes over her, she sits up groggily. &quot;Mnggh... well, that was something&quot; she says, adding &quot;Everyone OK?&quot; as she looks around, wincing. Noticing one of her shoulder lamps is out and the other is flickering she taps the inactive one a few times then reseats it in the mounting, eventually coaxing it back to life and stabilising the other one in the process. Under the increased light, she sees Magnus nearby and the damage to his rebreather. She unties the rope around her waist and crawls over to him, not willing to try standing up just yet. With a look of concern, she gently rubs a finger over the crack, assessing how bad it is. About to reach for a tube of nanite based sealant gel in her toolbelt, it becomes unnecessary as Zophah&#39;s nanomagic creates a pleasing warmth in her various bruises and Magnus&#39;s equipment repairs itself before her eyes. She nods to Magnus, making eye contact to be sure he&#39;s OK, then rolls onto her back with a sigh to give Zophah a thumbs up.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus would pull his wings in close to avoid them catching any debris as he is pulled into the slipstream... the hound had lucked out, swimming with a strong current wasn&#39;t that different than flying with a strong wind and so the hound, in spite of his size, dodged well enough back and forth with the current until it came time to exit... seeing the group begin to duck out of the current he&#39;d swim out as quickly as he could before accidentally dragging anyone back in with him. *That was fun.* he&#39;d agree with Borneo, *But right now we&#39;ve got a job to do* Setting foot on the sea floor again he scans the surroundings looking for the wreck... they were here to find a large ship and strip it right? How hard could finding one of those be?</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Not hard at all, as the vessel was in plain sight for everyone just a short swim away. The down ship was a military recon vessel, small but armored just enough that it can withstand gunfire without suffering holes in its hull. With a nod and a thumbs up, Magnus gives Zophah and Kamryn aquick hug, before swimming towards the wreck. Seems the only patch of workable hull left was on the starboard side, everything else long since having decayed away under the salt water and decay brought about by the various sea life. It wouldn&#39;t be easy to remove the plaiting, however. Magnus reaches into his pack and places a small charge on the surface, one easily notable as an air baloon charge to float their patch of salvage up quickly once it&#39;s dislodged, but first it would have to be removed from the vessel somehow...</p></div><div title="Borneo"><p>Borneo watches Zophah handle the repairs to Magnus&#39;s rebreather, shamefully remembering he has the same power until he notices that his playful use of illusions have gone away, swimming over to stay close to Ebreus as he still recalls the hound has Regulation to make use of as the lot head to the vessel. He tilts his own head as he watches Magnus, then raises a finger as he asks, &quot;Is this a job for Sculpting or a job for Ebreus to be our resident blowtorch?&quot;</p></div><div title="Arris"><p>Arris begins to float around the hull of the ship, stroking the water with her tailfins to move around. &quot;Hm. So, where do we start...?&quot; She takes a glance at Magnus. &quot;...oh, you have some balloon thingies? Not enough to lift the whole boat, I take it.&quot; She swims around the boat, looking for a hatch or a door or something to get inside of it.</p></div><div title="Zophah"><p>Zophah pulls out the last and largest toll of her kit: a compact oxy-fuel cutting torch. She swims over to the shipwreck and starts drawing on her sculpting nanomagic to weaken the welds between the metal plates and the ship, then takes a minute to ignite the oxy torch. &quot;This will take a bit, go ahead and get started.&quot;</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Recovering enough to stand, Kamryn gets up and glances around the group again before looking over at the sunken vessel. She follows Zophah over to the wreck, assessing the best place to start work as the squid lights her cutting torch. &quot;Well, hopefully the corrosion will have weakened the superstructure too&quot; she says, &quot;That should make detaching bits of the hull easier&quot;. Finding handholds amongst the cracks in the hull, she climbs up towards a larger hole. &quot;I&#39;ll start from up here. Got plenty of tools if anyone needs anything&quot; she calls over the comm, fishing some items out of her toolbelt as she heads inside to work on the plating.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus looks over the hull, &quot;Nanomagic probably isn&#39;t going to do much to this, even if I were to make a bubble.&quot; he says, &quot;We just need to detach this piece though... who knows maybe we&#39;ll luck out and the ship&#39;s old enough that it was riveted together instead of welded.&quot; he says with a light chuckle as he hops atop the piece. Looking around the large wreck he ads, &quot;Just focus on where it&#39;s directly connected to other parts and this shouldn&#39;t take too long.&quot; he says as he finds one such part and begins testing the connection, &quot;Here</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus looks over the hull, &quot;Nanomagic probably isn&#39;t going to do much to this, even if I were to make a bubble.&quot; he says, &quot;We just need to detach this piece though... who knows maybe we&#39;ll luck out and the ship&#39;s old enough that it was riveted together instead of welded.&quot; he says with a light chuckle as he hops atop the piece. Looking around the large wreck he ads, &quot;Just focus on where it&#39;s directly connected to other parts and this shouldn&#39;t take too long.&quot; he says as he finds one such part and begins testing the connection, &quot;Here&#39;s one.&quot; he says and once someone&#39;s on that point he moves to the next point and calls it out drawing attention to every connection he can&#39;t break without a welding torch.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>It takes a little effort, but within the span of a half hour if not less, the salvageable materials are extracted and sent on their way up towards the surface. Many would argue that a swim back so long would take days, if not weeks to accomplish, however let&#39;s just say that the prospect of high-value salvage attracts those willing to offer their services for a slice of the pie. Their transport was assured, and the team returns home victorious from thier underwater escapades.</p></div>[[Category:RPLogs]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=A_Bum_Deal_-_RPLOG&diff=1037296A Bum Deal - RPLOG2019-01-05T23:03:59Z<p>Otto: /* Date */</p>
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* [[Anagram]]<br />
* [[Cerris]]<br />
* [[Ebreus]]<br />
* [[Kamryn]]<br />
* [[Magnus]]<br />
* [[Nena]]<br />
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Saturday January 5, 2019=Log=<br />
<div></div><div title="Magnus"><p>T&#39;was high noon in the city if Fairhaven, far from the reaches of the Zephyrian strongmen, at the edge of the city where law was subjective and survival hinged on one&#39;s own prowess. The clouds hung low above them, slowly rolling over the skies, obscuring the already limited sunlight and bringing with them all the more frigid cold. In these times it is easy to forget the problems of the city, but for those more opportunistic and clever, these dangerous field would come not as threatening, rather they&#39;d be laced thick with potential for gain and advancement. </p><br />
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<p>It is human nature to rebel against the state of affairs, to demand more in exchange for less in the absence of ramifications, a word given to this unique characteristic. Greed, the insatiable craving for more material or otherwise things, a core flaw so prominent it is the driving force of countless evils. Even today, after the world had all but ended, even in the dawn of a new world unlike anything before, those less inclined to follow societal rules would linger in the shadows, sometimes organize to better thair ill-gotten gains. </p><br />
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<p>Today however, one fennec with a knack for scouting had secured Zephyr&#39;s RND team some much-needed materials. Well, he hadn&#39;t secured anything yet, to do so implies they are in his possession, however he had tracked down a deal that they can seal! Sitting at the steps leading into a luxurious casino just there, where the city ended and the wildlands started, chatting idly with one of the burly doormen, Magnus the little fennec fox awaited those brave and clever enough for a quick briefing on what they were expected to do.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Gloomy... an excellent descriptor for the weather and coincidentally the best time for dealing. Bright and shiny or a depressing downpour wouldn't do for dangerous deals. No you need a particular balance between miserable and optimistic for the desperate optimistic types and dangerous dealers to meet where they would deal. Knowing this the large Hound, Hellhound in fact, strode down the way toward to casino as today it was time to make such a deal. Clad in his usual duds reminiscent of a character from a media likely few in the world who&#39;re still sane would recognize, not wanting to draw any due suspicion of being a dealer rather than an optimist, he says, &quot;Good day, gents.&quot; to Magnus and the bounder with a greeting nod once he&#39;s close. *Can we trust this guy or should I keep everything to myself?* he asks telepathically.</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>Between the ruffles and the stockings and the fur, short though it may be, and the duffel coat worn over it all, Nena wasn't feeling the chill much. Not to an uncomfortable enough degree that she lets on, in any case. Taking a moment to adjust her scarf and flick a bit of ash off of her cigarette, the otter maid comes to a stop at the foot of the stairs. No words, just a nod of greeting and a cool lean against a nearby object and a folding of arms.</p></div><div title="Cerris"><p>Cerris strides up to the casino, an equally burly man, but one that has painstakingly cultivated an air of opulence, style and shall we say...class to him. Or at least that is what he was going for when he created this look. Tearing away his canvas hooded poncho, he tosses it into a corner and dusts himself off to make certain he isn&#39;t wrinkled. </p><br />
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<p> It&#39;s not easy to get people to ignore the fact that you are beyond olympic level weight lifting when you one sidedly decide you should take actions on a political and financial level just because you believe yourself cunning and goodlooking. </p><br />
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<p> But pushing his personal desires aside, he is present, imposing and exactly the kind of guy one would have expected to se in a casino prior to nanites. Recognizing Nena, he gives her a thumbs up and a large grin, then folds his arms over his chest waiting to see how things are gonna start off.</p></div><div title="Anagram"><p>The kemomimi german shepherd that is Anagram walks up to the group, shirtless to show off his many tatoos and completely unfazed by the cold. He stands tall with a swagger, like the world belonged to him. Following behind Anagram is an actual german shepard dog, heeling to his master as Anagram whistles for him. &quot;What is the details of this arrangement?&quot; Anagram asks Magnus.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Entering the room while trying to ignore the quiet growl behind her from the german shepherd security guards, a bipedal snow leopard enters and looks around curiously. Glad of her warm jacket on the journey over to the location specified in the message she&#39;d received, in the warmth of the casino it&#39;s now a little too insulating so she unzips it, revealing a little more of her figure. She looks a little uncomfortable in this place, but judging from the rifle on her back is prepared for various possibilities. Spotting the contact for the mission she heads over to Magnus and the group around him, offering a warm smile and a friendly nod as greeting.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>There was a strangeness to Magnus today, his hands and legs covered in gloves and shoes, unlike he&#39;d done so in the past. It was safe to assume that it&#39;d gotten so cold what his wee paw pads were too frigid for comfort&#39;s sake, however... that wasn't all. There was a look in his eyes, that once soft mischievous gaze now glinting with intelligence, and a hunger difficult to put into words. Regardless, he... sounded all the same. His tone was chipper and his smile just as genuine. </p><br />
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<p>The fox lets his gaze wander among those that&#39;d arrived. Yes, a hearty pack of multi-talented agents. Luck would be on his side once more, perhaps? &quot;Heya fellas!&quot; He&#39;d greet with a jovial yip. &quot;Welcome to the Carnal Pleasures Casino. Unfortunately, we are here on business today! No time for the ahem... pleasures.&quot; the lad casts them all a wink before hooking a thumb towards the door. </p><br />
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<p>&quot;Our contact is called Mister Finch. He&#39;s a local businessman and entrepreneur, operating a multitude of businesses in the area. It seems that a company of his scavs have procured some rare minerals that may well be quite useful for Zephyr&#39;s research and development effort. Now then!&quot; The fox would stomp on the ground with a loud *thud* from one shoe. &quot;Mister Finch is not a man looking for more wealth. He has plenty of this already. Rather he has informed me via proxy that his requests may be esoteric in nature. He has assured me that there will be no demands for anything humiliating or mind-breaking.&quot; </p><br />
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<p>A wave of the hand follows &quot;Nonetheless I have reasons to believe that his lackeys and even underbosses, as loyal as they may be, are still given some liberties, in addition to, much like any other sentient folk, being able to be coerced. What will happen is we will enter through these here doors, and meet with this person, see their demands and negotiate for the goods. If all goes well, we will have ourselves a lot to take back.&quot; </p><br />
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<p>&quot;The name&#39;s Milo. I&#39;ll be overseeing the negotiations today.&quot; Their white-fluffed fuzzball of a contact snickers, his glance wandering over Anagram, lingering for a moment longer than on anyone else it would seem, a brow raised once he identifies him, but no words uttered about it just yet. Pouring some tea into every cup one by one, Milo takes his own and sniffs from it. &quot;Mmmmm, jasmine. Just the right leafs for a calm and civil discussion.&quot; His brows furrow as he peers around the room, locking eyes with Anagram as he utters. &quot;I trust it will be polite, and civil?&quot;</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus focuses his attention on the Poodle as they&#39;re called over to him. Staying close to the group Ebreus walks up to the seats prepared as the bellow summons a fox bearing tea. He smiles politely as he takes the cup offered to him and takes a seat. &quot;Nice to meet you Milo.&quot; he says, &quot;I&#39;m Ebreus. Nice to see someone take the time for some good pleasantries even if the occasion is business.&quot; *Gettin&#39; the sense the puffball ain&#39;t an act. Z level security, flamboyance turned up to 11, and a butler? He&#39;s driven by his ego... bettin&#39; it&#39;s a fragile one to.* he relays to Magnus, Anagram, and Kamryn *So hardball or butter?*</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>&quot;I certainly hope so,&quot; Nena murmurs in reply, taking up the offered tea. She knew first hand appearances could be deceiving, so the sight of the poodle is not all too surprising to her. Her attention is more focused on her fellow service-oriented individual, at least, for as long as the butler is in the room. Her thick tail twitches idly, side to side, as she takes in the room. Who would make the first move? Would it be the poodle? One of her own party? Or... Nah, she doesn&#39;t feel like beating around the bush much, and opens with, &quot;What&#39;s a guy like you looking to get out of this anyway?&quot;</p></div><div title="Cerris"><p>Cerris smiles and relaxes into his seat as Barry pours his tea making the fox take extra time to count sugar into it slowly so as to give him time to really take in the room, lazily stirring the tea with a ring-laden digit despite the heat. By his estimation the poodle talking was pretty comfortable in his position which told him that they were already being screwed over or the guy felt nothing could go wrong. Subtle manipulation of nanites has the tea in the cup vanishing slowly due to the process of desiccation caused by Cerri&#39;s digit present in the cup. </p><br />
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<p>&quot;Nothin to worry about...keeping the peace is what I&#39;ve been known for since before there was an established police force. None present look like they&#39;ve had to take a Woodfield Prison grade time out, so I&#39;m certain everything will be just fine! So why don&#39;t we lay it all out slowly and leisure work our way into the main event?&quot; Certainly some could by intimidated by this all american soldier cum prison warden, but he doubted that was going to be an issue, but it never hurt to toss a few cards on the table just to be sure everyone was on the level.</p></div><div title="Anagram"><p>Anagram is unphased by the poodle&#39;s intimidation, replying in a gentlemanly manner like a professional speaking with another professional: &quot;I am glad that you would prefer a civil conversation. No doubt you are intelligent enough to understand what we have come for, and have prepared in advance a means for which we can procure it.&quot; He pings the room with Nanite Scanning nanomagic, then telepathically informs the group &#39;Someone in the other room is keeping an eye on us with biomonitoring nanomagic&#39;. Anagram takes his cup of tea, but never drinks from it.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Having never met any of the group before, Kamryn glances over at the agent their host seemed to be addressing his question to, realising they&#39;d clearly encountered one another before in less friendly circumstances and briefly regretting not arriving sooner to get to know a little background of the people she was working with today. Happy to let others take the lead for now until she had more information to work with, she approached the desk. &quot;Greetings, I&#39;m Kamryn&quot; she says with a noticeable accent, extending her hand towards the poodle for a handshake. &quot;Nice to meet someone so civilised&quot; she says indicating the tea set before them. She takes a seat, giving a friendly smile to the fox butler as he pours her a cup, the aroma of the tea causing her tail to sway a little more, then she looks to Erebus, a little unfamiliar with his method of covert communication but knowing he was probably right.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>&quot;Only the finest!&quot; he answers Ebreus! &quot;This is a place of business after all! Now then, speaking of which let&#39;s cut to brass tax.&quot; Once the otter in the room speaks up, he&#39;d raise his finger and point right at her. &quot;AHA! There&#39;s the important questions being asked by the more... ah, unlikely of folks.&quot; What was THAT supposed to mean?! &quot;Right.&quot; His hands meet the desk before he&#39;d cross them before himself and rest his muzzle atop them, propping his elbows against the desk in turn. </p><br />
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<p>Leaning forward a little, his gaze would wander among those present in the room. &quot;We require an asset of comparable value that would assist us in our endeavors. Say... one of you may be able to... I don&#39;t know, leak a few patrol schedules, or perchance provide our scouts with armaments of unqiue design and quality?&quot; Blunt, no... but supplying a crime lord&#39;s lackey with information they can use against the peacekeepers, or worse yet with firearms to use to strengthen their influence... how does that sound?</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus smiles a bit wider as he receives a the desired response from the poodle... only to have law enforcement mentioned directly to the representative of a criminal kingpin. Oh well, he&#39;d certainly blundered at least as hard in the past, time to get to working on product acquisition, *Hmm... what do you think? Give them currently correct patrol routes?* he telepathically asks Anagram. &quot;Certainly a fair prince for what we&#39;re after though I do have to ask for some more specifics in regards to the armaments. Particularly preference of engagement range. I&#39;d hate to provide the best knives in the world to someone for a sniper duel.&quot;</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>Nena adjusts her glasses. That didn&#39;t seem like a big deal to her, but she didn&#39;t exactly have unique armaments, so that was out. To be the unlikely one was something pleasing, though she doesn&#39;t let it show. &quot;Now, I&#39;m no one of any consequence or authority, clearly. I am just a humble maidservant, but we know how to train an eye for detail. I spent a lot of time in the city doing nothing but loitering, and I see much in my errands. I know when and where the gaps are in patrols, and with the life I had lead previously, I know a thing or two about slipping around them. I could probably part with that information,&quot; she muses.</p></div><div title="Cerris"><p>Cerris loses none of his amusement as he gestures to Barry for a refill to his cup despite it having never gone anywhere near his mouth. It was actually in his favor to have the underworld accidentally blending his influence with that of the police. &quot;This is a fact, I am quite comfortable with being escorted out of bullet filled bloodbaths..and that particular propensity for survival, penchance for violence and access to a force of individuals that patrol alongside or counter to that of the corporations means that I have been in and out of everyone&#39;s territories and housed mutants that have lived in the territories of those you seek. I&#39;m willing to provide transcripts from prison interrogations and other informations gained from aprehending and reconditioning violent mutants across the west coast. Or would that be distasteful?&quot;</p></div><div title="Anagram"><p>Anagram could of course supply weapons to the poodle, but antagonizing law enforcement causes problems, not just for Finch&#39;s crew but for his own as well. Going around the law can be ignored. Fighting through it brings too much attention. As for the info, Anagram does his dealings in Eureka, not Fairhaven, so that info would be too costly for his own. But there are things he does know. &quot;I&#39;d agree that trouble with law is not something you&#39;d want, so how about info on supply runs coming into Fairhaven? I know of a caravan that makes regular trips and often comes back with the more exotic foods like pre-P-day scotch, and might even have rarer foods like still-wrapped twinkies.&quot;</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Kamryn listens to the poodle speak, growing a little concerned at the implications of his request but latching on to the words &#39;currently correct&#39; in the hellhound&#39;s message, fully aware of how often the patrol routes change. She places her hand on Nena&#39;s shoulder as the otter mentions being of no consequence, giving her a very slightly concerned look as she wonders if she actually believes it or if it was just a dig at Milo&#39;s remark towards her.</p><br />
<p> &quot;I do have some experience of weapon design&quot; she says, gesturing to the rifle on her back slowly, mindful of the doberman guards and not wanting her actions to be misinterpreted as a hostile act, &quot;though since that&#39;s more of a hobby I can&#39;t necessarily guarantee their quality&quot;. In an attempt to offer an alternative, she adds &quot;I do have access to the schematics for some more advanced medical tools and supplies though - even with the nanites healing can always be improved, and it might result in downtime from any... unfortunate incidents with patrols... being considerably reduced if that&#39;s something you or your superior might be interested in&quot;.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>As the words come in one by one, so does Milo lean back in his chair and cast a glance around them, one by one as they make their offers. His expression remains neutral, his ears perked and his eyes half-lidded. He would pause and rub one eye before casting a glance down at something beneath his desk. Moments later, he&#39;d look back up at his guests and cast a very faint smile. &quot;I am liking what I am hearing, however I am no fool. Nor do I believe you know what you claim you know.&quot; The poodle huffs and casts a sideways glance towards Nena. &quot;However! I do think we can do some business. You will get half of your piece right now, up-front in exchange for the information. Once we have done what we will with it, then and only then will we dispatch a courier to deliver the second.&quot; He&#39;d lean back and cross his arms. &quot;These are my terms.&quot; His glance then moves over towards Ebreus, the one who&#39;d been oddly innert during all this. &quot;Two of you are not very convincing however, about what you can offer. How can I trust any of you? Hmmm?&quot; He&#39;d then cross his arms once more and turn around in his chair, casting his back at them. &quot;I&#39;ll need something to hang onto in case you fail to deliver.&quot;</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>Nena lifts her shoulders in a shrug, and folds her hands in her lap. &quot;You don&#39;t have to believe me. What I know or don&#39;t know doesn&#39;t change depending on if it is believed or not,&quot; calmly speaks the otter. &quot;That&#39;s the nice thing about facts. If you do not want that information though, that is another matter, one that is outside my ability to control. Someone else will want it, I am sure.</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus glances to each of his compatriots as they make their offers. He narrows his eyes as the poodle tries to play it hard, &quot;I get it, not trusting anyone, it&#39;s a good practice that generally produces good results.&quot; he says in an as agreeable tone as he can, &quot;So, I&#39;m sure with the resources at your disposal your men have checked each of our backrounds and provided you with the bulletpoints before you said first said hello.&quot; he continues his tone slowly growing neutral. &quot;So I won&#39;t bore you by reiterating my association with the very best when it comes to armaments. Instead how about I ensure the armaments are of the best possible quality, we provide the information, and in exchanger for the collateral we get payed in full now?&quot; he finishes with his best devils deal tone.</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>Nena lifts her shoulders in a shrug, and folds her hands in her lap. &quot;You don&#39;t have to believe me. What I know or don&#39;t know doesn&#39;t change depending on if it is believed or not,&quot; calmly speaks the otter. &quot;That&#39;s the nice thing about facts. If you do not want that information though, that is another matter, one that is outside my ability to control. Someone else will want it, I am sure. Hopefully not a competitor.&quot; She smiles sweetly, innocently, tail curling around her ankles. She didn&#39;t have any collateral to give, anyway, so the negotiation was largely out of her court, now.</p></div><div title="Cerris"><p>Cerris flips his cup over to rest opening side down on the saucer in question &quot;Trust is qa hard won card on a two way street. I can always simply invite some of your young turks along to my place for a sleep over and let them see firsthand what secrets are to be found after a little gossip and interrogation. Or you can simply reject things straight up and we part ways.&quot;</p></div><div title="Anagram"><p>Anagram makes no excuse or counter to the poodle&#39;s acusations. They both know the other&#39;s reputation, so if Anagram got riled up on something so trivial it would do nothing but undermine his advantage. It makes no difference that his offer wasn&#39;t taken, the securing of the material is the reason for the deal and if he doesn&#39;t have to sacrifice anything then all the better. So Anagram keeps the same cool swagger he had from the begining.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Kamryn drinks her tea, shuffling awkwardly in her chair knowing her offer was one of the weaker ones. Deciding her hellhound associate seems to be far better at negotiating than she was, she remained silent for a while to see how Milo would respond to his latest offer, wondering if there was anything else she could offer in case it was turned down.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>The canine pauses for a moment, then tilts his head. This was a good deal, there was no denyign that. &quot;Very well.&quot; He&#39;d then turn in his chair once more and face the group. Extending one hand towards the Hellhound, he would look among the others should their hands meet. Once Cerris speaks up, the poodle huffs and shakes his head. &quot;Your bravado earns you nothing!&quot; He stomps on the desk and scowls deeply. &quot;My men are going nowhere near you and your detainment cells. This is the last warning you&#39;re getting.&quot; he pulls his hand away from Ebreus and growls. &quot;The deal remains, but I suggest you all leave before I change my damn mind!&quot; Seems Cerris has pushed a little too far, though in the process, he and Ebreus had pushed juuuust enough that Milo would accept their terms and want to end this as quickly as possible. With that, one of the guards moves into a room off to the side, retrieving a briefcase full of something quite heavy. The others meanwhile would push the group out and towards the exit. Should no struggling occur, they&#39;d get the case and have the door slammed behind them... however...</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>Ebreus looks at Cerris as they try to intimidate the criminal underboss he was just about to open his mouth when Milo shouts at him. Rising to his full, nine feet tall, hight and making toward the door as the goons proud him that way he moves, keeping an eye on the case and when its presented to them taking it. Standing safely outside, the door slammed behind them he lifts the case up and takes a look at it, without opening it, before saying telepathically *Cerris, I&#39;d be ranting at you right now... BUT we have the case and we gave them NOTHING. Ballsy move but it worked.* to everyone. After a few moments pass he then adds, *Hold the celebration. We should make sure it&#39;s not just full of concrete... or a bomb first. Anagram?* he adds and extends the case to the Shepheard.</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>&quot;What&#39;s in the case?&quot; Nena asks as they&#39;re all shoved out. &quot;We should check it, yeah. If we&#39;re getting the short end, that&#39;s unfortunate but nothing I can really do about it. It would still be nice to know, though,&quot; she says, scooting a little further away. In case it is a bomb, and all. She doesn&#39;t want to ruin her new coat.</p></div><div title="Cerris"><p>Cerris is truly the best at playing the bad cop despite never having once been a cop! Apparently being a heavy handed marine officer with a love of violence, old cliches and access to a prison has it&#39;s weight tat one can throw around as a counter balance to the more subtle plans used by others. Amusingly enough he&#39;d played the perfect foil despite not being privvy to the secret communication going on, simply relying on his empathic/empathetic read on the situation. So walking out after straightening his clothing, actively ignoring the efforts of those around to accelerate him he pauses only to offer Ebreus a tolerant almost paternal smile as he waits to see the outcome of the combined efforts. &quot;So...how was the tea?&quot;</p></div><div title="Anagram"><p>Anagram says nothing, risking nothing and hoping that Cerris doesn&#39;t mess things up further. He sets his unused tea down on the table, then makes his way out of the room, offering the smallest of polite bows on his way out. He holds out a hand for the case as Ebreus hands it to him and goes through the motions of checking the case itself and its contents. Once everyone is away, he turns to Cerris and looks them strait in the eye. He didn&#39;t need to read Cerris&#39;s mind when he spoke curtly: &quot;You make a terrible bad cop.&quot;</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> Relieved to be leaving the tense situation Kamryn lets the guards propel her out without a struggle, although given their size and number it&#39;s unlikely that the result would have been any different if she had. &quot;Surprisingly good&quot; she says in response to Cerris&#39;s question about the tea, &quot;though not my favourite blend&quot;. She looks at the case as Anagram checks it over, saying &quot;Perhaps we should open it here. That way if it does go boom, we&#39;re not the only ones it&#39;ll take out&quot; as she glances back at the door to the room they&#39;d just left.</p></div><div title="Magnus"><p>Once they&#39;d left the office, several more canines would appear from the nearby doors, the fox boy from before in tow. &quot;Ebreus, Anagram. This way, the rest of you, take your case and leave. The boss is in a rotten mood.&quot; They&#39;d give them all a wave towards the exit, then take their place in front of the door leading into the poodle&#39;s office. Meanwhile, two more dogs would push Ebreus and Anagram towards another room off to the side. There, they&#39;d face interrogation and set up the exchanges agreed upon. As for what is exchanged? Weeeeeeell...</p></div><div title="Ebreus"><p>For Ebreus&#39; part in the engagement he&#39;d create a new set of laser rifles, his own special design: short barrel but quite accurate sturdy enough that they&#39;d be hard to intently break... and a flaw in the heat dissipater that would cause it to overheat after just enough use that they could be sure it was working properly.</p></div><div title="Anagram"><p>Anagram is a man of his word. He goes as he is led, giving a few short wistles to his dog to heel with him. Anagram gives over the information that he offered without hesitation and without deceit, but makes it abundantly clear throught the conversation that actions have consequences and what those might be. He even speaks in a professional manner: this isn&#39;t an interogation, this is a buisness trade.</p></div><div title="Nena"><p>Nena rubs at the back of her head, brushing fingers through her mane of hair. &quot;Could have gone better I think, but could have gone worse. He is a bit of a touchy person, huh?&quot; She returns her hands to her pockets, tail flicking. Of course, she had enough to work with now. Enough to seek opportunity in other places, perhaps at the expense of the organization they just finished treating with.</p></div><div title="Cerris"><p>Cerris shrugs, he felt he totally nailed the roll of antagonist and if he knew folks were hating on his suit he&#39;d be hurt about it, but instead he simply smiles for Kamryn and says &quot; I&#39;m glad I&#39;m not the only one that had fun at the little poodle tea party!&quot; Certainly he&#39;d have to push further into the underworld, for they clearly didn&#39;t know what they were dealing with and he certainly wasn&#39;t going to pass up a chance to have more gunfire, sex and explosions entered into his recently less than constantly dangerous life.</p></div><div title="Kamryn"><p> &quot;Yeah&quot; Kamryn says, agreeing with Nena. &quot;That could certainly have gone... differently&quot; she adds after a moment, feeling her own efforts had not really helped matters. &quot;We&#39;d probably better head out like he said, I guess those two can take care of themselves in there&quot; she says with a nod to the door Erebus and Anagram had entered. &quot;And I think I could do with a slightly stiffer drink if anyone wants to join me at a bar somewhere&quot;</p></div>[[Category:RPLogs]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Introduction&diff=1036648Otto/Introduction2019-01-05T17:30:13Z<p>Otto: </p>
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Born and raised in eastern Europe, Octavlian Dimitrov Petrov-Sokolov was born to a modest middle-class family that owned a small workshop in town, Otto's upbringing was actually quite uneventful. His youth was spent helping his father managing and working for the family business, all the while following through on his dream to become an engineer. Mathematics, physics, technical mechanics and electronics were always a strong suit of his, following through each with high grades, he nearly saw himself finally achieve his dream with a doctorate in engineering, but was cut down mere months away from his goal by the events that transpired in February of 2008. <br />
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Many years had passed since his awakening, and many grievances were had over the loss of his old life, his family, his friends, his future, everything. During the darkest months of his life, he struggled to adapt, falling victim to many mutant aggressors and manipulators that promised an easy solution, or a distraction from his sorrows. While he refuses to go into detail of his ordeal, he gladly shares how he had managed to eventually douse his grievances by latching onto his old passions. With all the new equipment and resources at his disposal, seemingly endless potential granted by the very nanites that'd uprooted his life, he made a slow but steady recovery, finally putting his past behind him, where it belonged. Eventually, he would adopt a new name, and start a new life with the organization that played the biggest role in his recovery, RSX Solutions.</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=File:Doa.png&diff=1036645File:Doa.png2019-01-05T17:22:01Z<p>Otto: </p>
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[[RSX Operative]]<br />
[[Odin (dedication)]]<br />
[[Ixchel Jaguar]]<br />
[[Coyote]]<br />
[[Weapon Master (dedication)]]<br />
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<div>[[Dusk Dragon]]<br />
[[RSX Operative]]<br />
[[Odin (dedication)]]<br />
[[Ixchel Jaguar]]<br />
[[Coyote]]<br />
[[Weapons Master]]<br />
[[Phoenix]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Dedication&diff=816845Otto/Dedication2018-05-25T22:25:02Z<p>Otto: Created page with "Dusk Dragon RSX Operative Odin Ixchel Jaguar Coyote Weapon Master Phoenix"</p>
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[[RSX Operative]]<br />
[[Odin]]<br />
[[Ixchel Jaguar]]<br />
[[Coyote]]<br />
[[Weapon Master]]<br />
[[Phoenix]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Infobox&diff=816844Otto/Infobox2018-05-25T22:23:35Z<p>Otto: </p>
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Place of Birth: ???<br />
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Gender: Male<br />
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Primary Form: Coyote<br />
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Faction: Prometheans<br />
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Primary Combat Role: Hell Raiser (Buffer, Big Hitter, Damage over Time)<br />
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<div>=Participants=<br />
* [[Ebreus]]<br />
* [[Edel]]<br />
* [[Fenris]]<br />
* [[Otto]]<br />
* [[Phosphorus]]<br />
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31/3/2018<br />
=Log=<br />
<div></div><br> <br><div title="Otto">T&#39;was early in the morn in the quest valley by the woodlands where our story had left off last, some ways down the main pathway leading through the forest, secluded away from the hustle and bustle of the post-apocalyptic cityscape, far from the server and far from the powers that be, the small farmstead was almost scenic, in its own way. Naught but the gentle chirping of the crickets disturbed the peace, and it would be very easy to nod right off... <br />
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Yet having riled up the highwaymen up the road, the adventurers knew better than to bunker down and just sleep the night away without putting someone up there to keep an eye, or rather an ear out for any trouble. This was not Otto, ofcourse... the wee fennec was busy tending to the jeep he&#39;d parked within the barn, accompanying the rest of his team and spending the hours tending to the engine, buffing out the dents and checking for damage after that gunfight they&#39;d gotten into. <br />
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Praised be the gods, two flat tires was the worst of what they&#39;d suffered, and Otto was able to relax in the driver&#39;s seat, with his laptop in his lap. He seemed awfully nonchalant, even well distracted by what he was reading about in the faint glow of his computer&#39;s screen. Sleep seemed to elude him, but he was holding up alright nonetheless. In fact, he seemed quite happy! After having traded a weapon to the owner of the farm they stayed at, the team had managed to acquire some decent salvage from the barn they&#39;d stayed in. <br />
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Indeed, within the trunk of the jeep was a collection of solar panels, the lot with questionable usability, but surely at least some of them were of use to the research lab, right? One could hope so...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris is seated in an attitude of meditation, though the occasional snore emanating from the tubby tanuki puts the lie to that. He dozes pleasantly, waiting for his turn on watch.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel has been in far worse situations. This was barely on the radar. As such, she shibanuki has no problems sleeping. She found herself a little safe corner nook to tuck herself into after her first watch and promptly went right to sleep.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus managed to find a nice spot to lay down and rest, not risking removing his armor, while he waits for someone to wake him up because the bandits are attacking. Behind suitable ballistic cover against as many angles as he could get while still being in an area that he could fall asleep in.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Calmly, from the second floor of the house, Phosphorus scans the tree line, trying to make out moving shadows from the scope of her sniper rifle. She&#39;s largely unsuccessful, despite the zoom. However, as soon as she hears voices outside, she sighs, picking the rifle up and throwing the strap of the sniper rifle over her shoulder, and pulls her SMG from her rucksack, slapping the bolt into place. She quickly makes her way down the stairs, unfolding the stock of the weapon and raising it to a ready stance, ready to meet the intruders, and preparing to &#39;sound the alarm&#39; with the rapport of gunfire.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Otto meanwhile was none the wiser. He expected a warning of some sort so he merely kept himself busy with his laptop. That is until those massive ears picked up on gunfire somewhere in the distance... He blinks a few times and raises his brows, then looks over towards Phosphorus, noting she was ready to rumble. &quot;Trouble?&quot; he asks, head tilted but hands ready to make a knife-filled pin cushion out of anything that threatened their haul. &quot;You folks wanna check that out? I don&#39;t. I have a jeep to guard.&quot; he shrugs, then looks back at his computer screen and continues to browse lazily, albeit his ears were now perked all the way up, tilting slightly every so often like radar dishes, scanning for danger.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris is totally awake. And was meditating, thankyouverymuch. <br />
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The burly tanuki hops to his feet with surprising alacrity, his short spear seeming almost to materialize in his hand. &quot;There was a scream!&quot; he says, and charges out into the night, ready for action.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">&quot;Hmmm?&quot; Edel sits up and stretches her arms. &quot;Trouble? If they&#39;re causing trouble for the kindly family that let us stay here, well... I am not going to let them face it alone.&quot; She pushes herself up, grabbing her equipment. &quot;Best get to it, then.&quot; She brushes her hair back and sets out into the night.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus&#39; ears perk up on his sleeping head as they detect the commotion in the distance but alas hearing distant commotion isn&#39;t enough to wake the huge hellish hound and so he stays laying upon the ground in his makeshift safe area. His shotguns in range to be grabbed at a moments notice but alas not yet grabbed as their owner snoozes. <br />
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Then as the Tanuki yells closer to him he hums, &quot;Hmm?&quot;, as he stirs he opens his eyes lightly and looks around then it registers that the second yell was in fact one of his friends and he grabs his shotguns and rolls to a crouching position. &quot;What&#39;s going on?&quot; he calls out looking around and ready to fire on anything that comes too close.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus makes some quiet hand motions, gesturing towards where the source of the gunfire is. It&#39;s best if they can retain a bit of silence, to get a slight element of surprise. She drops her stance a bit, ready to fire. She glances backwards, over her shoulder, attempting to gesture so that half of them could go around one side, and the other half go straight into the door. Divide and conquer, and all.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">T&#39;was night pitch black out there, the flickering of the lights within the farmhouse hinting at the commotion within, shouts easily audible but indiscernible through the open window on the first floor... at least for now. Telltale lights scan the area near the road past the house, two more thugs immediately visible, both patrolling the area with their rifles at the ready. It is unclear how many more men there are, but this is definitely starting to look more and more like a raid on the farmhouse. Oddly enough... the two men approach one another and begin to converse. This would be a good opportunity to strike while they&#39;re distracted, or... perhaps sneak by if bloodshed is to be avoided. Perhaps someone stealthy and perceptive enough could listen in on their chat? It was hard to tell what was around the other end of the house, however. One would need to peek around the corner to tell...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris pads forward in the darkness, hoping there is nothing in the grass to trip him up or hurt his feet. He moves quickly toward the men, ears perked and listening. His initial reaction to draw a weapon gives way to discretion and he hosters it nearly as quickly as he pulled it. He does, however keep his hands loose and free for some good, old fashioned fisticuffs. He kind of has an idea of clonking the goons heads together like in the movies should they catch sight of him.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel is short enough as it is, and she keeps low as she moves into the night, her dark attire assisting her in her skullduggery. Similarly, she draws near the thugs. If she could hear them, great. If not, they could be dispatched.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus glances about until he spies Phosphorus. He nods as he sees the gestures and nods as he rises from the area he was sleeping in and makes his way over to the exit to begin flanking them. He activates his bubble and begins scanning the area around the farm with his thermal vision watching for any attempt to flank them while those with flashlights may be distracting the attention of most of them, looking back periodically toward the others to ensure he hasn&#39;t been detected.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus puts her PDW away, utilizing yet another set of straps to keep it from wobbling, bringing her assault rifle back to the ready position. She peers down the sights, a reflector sight making it a bit easier to see in the dark of night. She moves around to the side, glancing at Fenris and Ebreus due to their lack of subtlety, keeping her rifle barrel locked on one of the flashlights, roughly where the body would be, continuing to maneuver herself closer to get a better look. As soon as they&#39;re distracted, and she has a clear sight picture, she&#39;d open fire.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The alarm was raised the moment Fenris triggers a barrage of gunfire in his direction. The tanuki had managed to evade death, but his aggressors were coming fast with their rifles raised, focused on the nuki&#39;s hiding spot. &quot;Come out, ye furball! The boss is gonna love making a right fine pelt outta yer hide, he is!&quot; the man growls and lets another few rounds fly, thankfully unable to hit Fenris from where the nuki was. <br />
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As for Ebreus... well, only he knew what was going on at his location, seeing as he was the only one to peek around that corner. One could hope that things were going their way...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris does his best to stay behind cover, a hand clapped over an oozing, but clean wound on his shoulder. <br />
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The tanuki grimaces at the wound, but at the mention of a pelt, his grimace turns into a wicked little smile. He reaches up to take hold of a low branch or knot in the tree, the goes a bit cross-eyed in concentration. His form becomes a little indistinct and his features flatten out as he utilizes his tanuki magic to turn himself into a heavy fur coat, hanging on the tree. <br />
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A strange plan, but it seems to make sense in Fenris&#39;s head.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel frowns softly. Unfortunate, but Fenris&#39; loss is her gain. With the thugs focused elsewhere, she is free to stalk from behind. A throwing knife is drawn and aimed at the backs of one of them, letting it fly with a flick of her wrist while in the same motion she reaches to draw her sword.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus smiles a sinisterly as he can as the when the flashlights are shown upon him. He points his pistol-grip shotties at the two pointing their rifles at him and with the hellish flames surrounding he sees the two aiming at him and opens fire ready to pump buckshot into their chest cavities then shouts in the direction of the lights, &quot;Surrender or die!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus, too, maneuvers to the back. Once she has a clear shot, she fires a rapid burst at each of the standing targets, aiming for the sides and back, quickly cycling through targets to maximize the surprise advantage she had. She glances over to Edel, noting the knife blade embedding itself in one of them, then simply shrugs and continues onwards. She notes they have body armor vests on, which is why she specifically aimed for the rear and sides - they typically don&#39;t have plates for rifle-grade threats, and would only help against pistol-grade ammunition. Not that she was concerned about penetration - her rifle would likely pierce the front, too.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">With all the patrolling thugs occupied and the otherwise quiet farmstead turned into a warzone, it was beyond clear that whoever was inside the house was well aware they were up against some serious opposition. One could only hope that things were not going to go to hell in there. Time was short, and a little common sense might be enough to remind the team that their actions had consequences...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris realizes, as he assumes the form of a fine fur coat hanging from a tree, that this was really not helpful in this situation and berates himself internally for not having a team mentality. The hanging fur coat quickly becomes a tanuki once more and he peeks around the tree he is covering behind to watch one of the thugs fall. <br />
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The burly tanuki hisses in pain, as his non-pelt status allows his wound to start bleeding again. He swallows the pain and charges out of his hiding place and toward the house. All of this can only have put the family inside in danger. There was a kid in there!</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel decides -not- to draw her sword, upon seeing the little impact the knife had. As soon as her target starts to turn, she lunges in quick and low, going for the grapple and to minimize effective rifle maneuvering. One hand goes for the rifle, the other for the face as she pivots to the side, trying to separate weapon from wielder.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus charges forward toward the riflemen as he holsters one of his shotties and summons an infernal power from his hands wretching a fragment of the souls of the two bandits from their bodies. He closes as best he can to them and introduces his knuckles to the face of the closes bandit.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus watches the first one go down with a short burst from her rifle, maneuvering the barrel to quickly reacquire on the second target. She holds fire, noting how close Edel is, not wanting to have any friendly fire incidents. She moves closer, planning to enter the house and make sure nobody is hurt.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Having taken another scrape, this time to the leg, Ebreus still manages to disable one of his attackers, and then smack down the other. Edel&#39;s takedown works like a charm, her sheer strength and expertise in hand-to-hand disarming and disabling her aggressor entirely. Alas, as Phosphorus goes to check on who&#39;s hurt, her legs carry her quickly, but not quickly enough to intercept the pair of bandits leaving the house. To her horror, she spots the corpse of the farmer they&#39;d traded with through the door, moments before it is engulfed in flames. <br />
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The interior lights up in a spectacular fireball, likely caused by an intense accelerant of some sort, the entirety of the first floor immediately engulfed in fires so intense it was painful to even get near the door! The two that she spots dashing out the door make a rapid sprint for the exit, aiming to disappear into the night. There would be nothing left of the farm, soon... the flames licking up the walls, the wooden structure not standing a chance...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">&quot;NO!&quot; Fenris cries, accelerating toward the farmhouse. Obviously the first floor was lost. . . but the kid&#39;s room was upstairs, right? <br />
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The tanuki takes an acrobatic leap, trying to fling himself up onto the roof, looking for a window and any desperate chance that there might be survivors that he could help!</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel knocks her foe to the ground and flips the rifle around to level it at the prone thug. Just as she&#39;s about to start an impromptu interrogation, the farmhouse going up in flames catches her eye. &quot;Congratulations, you just got a lot more valuable to me alive.&quot; She takes a step back, though the rifle remains leveled at the thug. &quot;Get up, and do not make any sudden moves. Where is your group holed up and how many are you?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus snarls as a shot catches his leg from one of the two he&#39;s dealing with and channel&#39;s the pain-induced anger into the carry through to knock the unlucky bandit clean unconscious with his one punch. As his armor begins to med his wound he grabs ahold of the nauseated compatriot of the now unconscious bandit and holds him in a headlock, off the ground, using the poor fool as a shield against his friend&#39;s gunfire. <br />
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As the building goes up in flames he tightens his grip on the bandit he&#39;s holding and pulls him backward as he looks around for more lights. He snarls, &quot;Where da fuck the fire come from?!&quot; to his teammates as moves and looks up at the not-burning second floor.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus quickly drops her stance, spotting the two running out of the building, taking a deep, measured breath and firing at the targets, letting off precise, single shots to try to take them down. She&#39;s indifferent to the corpse. Staying in this area was a risk. Not relocating after hostiles were proven to be nearby was a risk. She also has a strong distaste for organized banditry, so that makes pulling the trigger very easy, here. Not that she would&#39;ve hesitated, anyways.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The structure is quickly engulfed in flames, the interior and exterior alike turning the wooden building into a bonfire. Fenris would do well to let it go... lest he wanted to become barbecued chicken. What he finds... is for him to share, or not if he wishes, though what he&#39;d find down is Edel interrogating a very disabled bandit, and Ebreus gripping an unconscious one, using him as a human shield. The remaining one alive was looking very sickly, and stumbles over his feet in his attempt to get away... <br />
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&quot;What are you gonna do to me, eh? Kill me? Go ahead. When the boss finds out about this he&#39;ll want me dead anyway, not like there&#39;s easy living out here outside the gang, might as well kill me now and save me the trouble of starving or being flayed by the boys.&quot; the man growls in response to Edel. It was clear he wasn&#39;t going to talk... yet... <br />
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A loud honking sound is heard, Otto having started up the engine and grabbed what he could from the barn to bring back. &quot;WHAT DID YOU DO?!&quot; he yips, then honks again to draw the others&#39; attention. It was clear the fennec was not looking to hang around the area anymore...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris has seens enough. <br />
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The tanuki swings himself nimbly down from the roof and makes his way to where Otto waits with the car. He eases himself into the front passenger seat and waits quietly. <br />
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&quot;We already lost the only thing here worth saving,&quot; he says, then waits for the others, watching the flames forlornly.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">&quot;Kill you? No, I won&#39;t do that.&quot; Edel keeps the rifle pointed at him regardless. &quot;I am not even going to hurt you. Not physically.&quot; She looks towards the burning building again, jaw setting, before jerking the rifle towards the jeep. &quot;Let&#39;s go. We&#39;re going to take a ride, you and I.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus drags the unconscious bandit back to where Edel is interrogating the disabled one then drops him, &quot;How the fuck did you even do that?!&quot; he questions, gesturing to the inferno of a building, he demands of the conscious bandit. He looks to Otto then to Fenris, &quot;... fuck...&quot; he says. He sighs and looks back to the bandits, &quot;They did this...&quot; he accuses and as Edel goes to bring the bandit into the jeep the climbs in, &quot;We&#39;re going to have to pre-empt this happening again.&quot; he says.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;Right then.&quot; Phosphorus sighs and checks her magazine, placing it back in her chest rig and swapping it out for a fresh one. &quot;We should move, find an alternate route back. Pushing for a hunt right now would be unwise, especially in a forest. Too many hiding places. Best just to leave them alone, I think. We blew our best chance of successfully pulling everything off as soon as we engaged them the first time, instead of waiting to do it on our terms.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;What? What do you me-&quot; and then it hits him... Otto&#39;s ears droop down once the news strikes, that the farmer that&#39;d took them in was gone. &quot;Say no more...&quot; the fennec sighs and shakes his head, then revs the engine and waits for the others to get in. Leaning out the window, he honks the horn again and yells out loudly &quot;COME ON! THIS FIRE IS LIKE A FUCKING BEACON, ATTRACTING THINGS FROM FAR AND WIDE! GET IN AND LETS&#39;S GO BEFORE WE HAVE MORE SHIT TO DEAL WITH!&quot; he yells out once the others climb in. The last thug casts her a sneer and a defeated frown. &quot;Better listen to your buddy there. But fine... I hope my skin&#39;s really worth something to you.&quot; he growls and rises with his arms behind his head, then heads towards the jeep.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris has nothing to say as they travel and asks Otto to drop him off at the city limits. &quot;I&#39;ll pitch in for damages on the jeep,&quot; he promises, &quot;I just don&#39;t want to go by the Z right now.&quot; Otherwise, he is very introspective.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">&quot;Sure it is,&quot; Edel says, climbing into the jeep after guiding &#39;her&#39; thug in at gun point. &quot;Once upon a time, I would have shot you on the spot. That was the old me. This is the new me, and the new me doesn&#39;t do executions or torture. I just want to help you make this right.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus leans into the bandit, &quot;Besides, for the time being, you&#39;re more useful alive&quot; he says, though ready to break his bones if he tries something on the ride back. He then looks forward to the front of the Jeep, &quot;Yeah, guess we&#39;ll head home for now. They&#39;re not getting away with this.&quot; he asserts. He angrily hufs and continues, &quot;We can&#39;t let banditry run amuk if we&#39;re going to rebuild.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;Starve them out. The bandits aren&#39;t going to go away by charging into the forest, trying to be a hero. You tried to be a hero earlier, and look where that got us.&quot; Phosphorus notes, frowning, climbing into the vehicle with her rifle in hand. She flicks the safety on, and drops it to hang from her straps, taking the time to repack the magazine as they ride back. Important to keep up on maintenance.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;Who&#39;s this?!&quot; Otto raises a brow once he spots their prisoner. &quot;Oh, whatever. Just keep him in check.&quot; he sighs, and once everyone had entered the jeep, he floors it all the way back to the bubble, not stopping for anyone, or anything. It&#39;d be a long and bumpy ride, but they&#39;d arrive just at the crack of dawn to deliver their solar panels.</div>[[Category:RPLogs]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Farmstead_Salvage_Hunting_-_Pt_2_-_RPLOG&diff=735556Farmstead Salvage Hunting - Pt 2 - RPLOG2018-03-19T04:42:25Z<p>Otto: /* Log */</p>
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<div></div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Thanks to Edel&#39;s technical aptitude, one of the tires is quickly patched, and though slightly deflated, still usable at least enough to last them the trip back, and then some if they&#39;re lucky! The other tire is thankfully replaced with their spare, and the group&#39;s long-eared driver of the day could be found in his seat, rummaging through his pack. <br />
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He soon pulls out a pair of club sandwiches, and offers one to the hard working woman that&#39;d ensured they would not be walking home with their haul. &quot;Gotta keep our strengths up, right?&quot; Otto winks as he takes a bite out of his own sandwich, noting that they were... kind of dry, actually. Ham on mayo was a winning combination, though this one needed something. Somebody pass the ketchup? <br />
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As for Phosphorus and Ebreus, they&#39;d headed off to search for Fenris, that tumbling wildman of a tanuki. Whether or not they&#39;d ran into him by now was a mystery, though given that the path was clear while the party had made their way through still in the jeep, the odds were in their favor. Alas, the harshness of winter was such that dusk came early, and with the sun soon to set entirely, time was of the essence. Spending the night out in the open was not a good idea... was it?</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris tumbleweeds his way along the road, humming the &quot;rawhide&quot; to himself as he goes. How far ahead had they gotten?</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel dusts her hands off and stands. &quot;Well, not the worst I have had to take care of. Couldn&#39;t let a good car go to disrepair though. Wouldn&#39;t be very mechanic...ly of me.&quot; She perks her ears and turns, looking towards Otto and the food. &quot;You will never find me turning down a free lunch,&quot; she grins, accepting with a smile. &quot;Thank you.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">While she eats, she turns her attention towards the drone giving it a once-over, trying to figure out what she&#39;d need to do with it once she finished her sandwich.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus strides down the road, off to one side, in the shade provided by the trees against the diminishing sunlight. Hardly seeming bothered by the impending darkness he makes his way forward toward the humming Tanuki and their prisoner, with shade and relevively light footsteps his attempt at being stealthy as they go.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus stalks along the side of the road at a rapid pace, stance slightly dropped, rifle at the ready, ears flicking and twisting as she listens for signs of the tanuki. Her footsteps are rapid, metered, but light, stepping over branches and dry patches of leaves, thankful for the setting sun and the cover it&#39;d provide. The quicker they get Fenris and to the farm, the better.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">T&#39;would not take long for the trio to reconvene, the tumbling tanuki eventually running into Ebreus and Phosphorus as he rolls downhill towards the jeep. The only sounds in the area were those of the rustling leaves, a soft wind carrying with it the scents of the woodlands. Otto meanwhile had finished his sandwich way over yonder where the jeep resided, the fennec sitting upon the roof and peering out into the distance, his eyes struggling to adjust and make out something. &quot;Hey Edel? I think we might be nearby...&quot; he murmurs softly such that only she could hear. Reaching into his pack once more, Otto pulls out a pair of binoculars and flicks a switch upon them, removes the lens caps and peers out into the distance. Now all they needed is to get the group back together...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Upon catching sight of the others, though it is a mystery how he could keep track of anything, bouncing along like that, Fenris rolls to his feet and gives a cheery wave. &quot;Do you have any snacks?,? he asks pleasantly, still jogging as he makes his way forward.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">&quot;Close&quot; Edel asks with a raised brow as she finishes her own sandwich, looking over her shoulder for a moment before turning her attention back towards the drone. &quot;To the farm you mean? That&#39;s a blessing. Hopefully we won&#39;t be greeted with more guns.&quot; She sets her duffle back down, rifling through her tools as she sets to work seeing if she can do anything with the drone.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus smiles as he spots the Tanuki approaching them... though it&#39;s hardly a feat even in the darkness as Fenris makes an effort to be seen, waving at them. Ebreus remains in the shadow of the trees, &quot;Nice to see you&#39;re okay, Fen.&quot; he says, &quot;Where&#39;s the one you... tackle-rolled?&quot; He then feels through his pockets before adding, &quot;No snacks, sorry.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;I have some emergency rations in my rucksack. A protein bar or two.&quot; Phosphorus says, looking at Fenris with a bit of a wary eye, lowering her rifle when they run up against Fenris. Point not at friendlies, and all. She peers over Fenris&#39; shoulder, peering into the falling night, wishing she had NVGs. As it stands, she peers anyways. &quot;Come on. We have to get back. Did you hear any noises on your way down here?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The fennec shrugs lightly and hops back into the driver&#39;s seat, pulling out his laptop as he leans back against the backrest and starts to browse through his music folder. Soon, daft Punk starts to play, something about circumnavigating the globe? The beat was catchy and easy to bob to, the massive ears of the fox swaying with the motions of his head. He jams out and simply awaits, certain that the rest of the team had things well handled.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">&quot;No snacks?&quot; Fenris asks incredulously, &quot;Even Baldy McBeardface had snacks! Not good ones,&quot; the tanuki gives a rumbling belch, and thumps himself twice on the chest, &quot;But any port, or vodka, in a storm.&quot; The burly coon-dog&#39;s ears twitch. <br />
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&quot;The bandit is fine, I left him back on the road,&quot; he says, suddenly lowering his voice and breaking into a surprisingly graceful, silent jog, waving to the others to join him, &quot;But it sounds like his friends have decided to join us.&quot; The big guy is not sticking around.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel did not bring a great collection of salvage with her to work with, but she was no stranger to drones, and she had her tools. While Otto got the music playing, she let herself get lost in her work. It was when she felt most at home. Her tail wags behind her, absently to the beat as she tinkers.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus shrugs when Fen repeats the no snacks line and his attention is soon caught by the glimmer of flashlights nearby. &quot;Hmm... a prisoner might&#39;ve been useful but it&#39;d slow us down.&quot; he says in response to being told the Tanuki just left the prisoner by the road, alive. He turns and moves through the shadows, thankful his armor isn&#39;t that ridiculous pattern of grey and vibrant red he once saw labeled as &#39;uban camo&#39; following suit with the Tanuki, &quot;Yeah... we&#39;ll want cover when we deal with them.&quot; he comments as they retreat.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;I&#39;m not confident in our ability to hold a prisoner while trying to set up a defensive position. We need to keep moving.&quot; Generally speaking, Phosphorus was dressed in neutral tones of grey and black, fashion having taken a backseat to the practicality of most ballistic gear. She drops lower, spotting the flashlights, raising a finger to her lips, and making a few hand gestures back up the road. No time to lay traps, mines. No matter, anyways.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Be it thanks to skill or just a touch of dumb luck, the party manages to creep their way back to the jeep, the sun shining its final rays by that point, the frigid night fast approaching, cold winds sweeping in to make their venture just a touch less enjoyable. Thank the stars though that they&#39;d managed to avoid getting spotted, and with the group back together, Otto manages to fire up the engine once more. He awaits for everyone to say their hellos, then hop back in so that they might make it to the farm at least. &quot;You weren&#39;t followed, I trust? I don&#39;t like this. We&#39;ll end up having to drive back in the pitch black of night... or bunk in the car, or... the farm?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">&quot;Oh,&quot; Fenris says, heaving himself into the passenger seat and making shooing motions, &quot;We were almost definitely followed.&quot; The big tanuki grins, seemingly unperturbed by the cold night air. &quot;I&#39;m all for a campout!&quot; he says, &quot;I could probably make us a decent dinner with Edel&#39;s help!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel offers a nod of greeting to the others. &quot;Glad you could make it back, and in one piece at that.&quot; She gives the drone a pat. &quot;I have done what I could with it. Try not to get it shot up again though. Without parts, I can only do so much, you know? It should work though, I think.&quot; She flashes a smile and climbs back into the jeep. &quot;I spend enough time camping outside of the bubble I do not mind.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus returns alongside Fenris. He smiles wide when Edel tells him his drone has been repaired and via his NICE-com give it the turn-on and fly command to see the drone rise. &quot;Yeah, I&#39;ll do my best to keep it from taking any more shots, thanks Edel.&quot; he says then to the damaged mechanical drone he says, &quot;And I&#39;m going to have to improve your armor before the next mission.&quot; He looks back to the road behind them and nods in agreement with the Tanuki, &quot;I saw light, probably from flashlights. If they don&#39;t know where we are they&#39;re looking for us... camping at the farm might be the best course of action.&quot; he says.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;We&#39;ve already engaged them. There&#39;s no backing down, now. I&#39;ll try to set a few explosive traps along the road, in case they have vehicles. We&#39;ll need a lookout, too...&quot; Phos says, once in the vehicle, trailing slightly behind Ebreus and Fenris. She starts getting her armor back on in the jeep, putting plates back where they should be, and strapping weapons back in. &quot;Unless someone else has a better idea, that is.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;Yeeah, well... let&#39;s hope Edel&#39;s right and we don&#39;t run into more gun nuts out to pop a bullet into our skulls. It&#39;s getting pretty dark, folks.&quot; Otto turns on the headlights and revs the engine, before setting off towards the farm in the distance. Before long, they would find themselves pulling up alongside the ruined fence that once separated the farmstead from what was once a road to be used by vehicles like theirs. Oddly enough... there was something off about the building in the distance. One thing was easy to discern, but... &quot;Keep your eyes and ears open, I don&#39;t like this.&quot; Otto warns, his fur practically standing on ends as he peers out at the structure not fifty feet away.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris stand up in his seat, leaning up and over the top of the jeep to look toward their destination. ?You were sure that no one lives here?? he asks, ears perked and eyes bright, &quot;Those bandits on the road don&#39;t come here?&quot; Having said it out loud, it seems odd the question did not come up before.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">&quot;I do not like anything I do not have familiarity with. I cannot say I have come here in my trips.&quot; Edel takes a moment to readjust her camo via nanomagic, before looking out of the window. &quot;Shall I go and scout it out? Or did you have something else in mind?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;I have my sniper rifle, yes. But we need to hurry: We can&#39;t both watch behind us and the building at the same time. I suggest we straight up knock on the door, as is relatively polite. Nobody answers? It&#39;s ours.&quot; Phosphorus says, extricating the rifle from its resting place, pushing the door open as they stop at the farmstead. She takes a few glances about for anything overtly fishy, then shakes her head. &quot;No time to waste.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;That&#39;s what the scouts reported. Keep in mind that&#39;s not a guarantee. If there are people in there, just... be careful, alright? Try to reason with them if you can.&quot; Otto warns, before turning off all the lights and killing the engine. He then turns on a small flashlight and tucks it into his ear such that it was pointing straight ahead. While it wasn&#39;t immediately needed, he did appreciate the extra light hitting the pages of his tome once he cracks it open. Leaning back, Otto reaches into his pack and passes Ebreus his binoculars. &quot;Here ya go. Remember to give em back once yer&#39; done.&quot; the fennec yips, then settles in to enjoy his reading. Whatever they were planning to do, was up to them, it seemed.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris perks up his ears and alights from the jeep. &quot;I am good at knocking on doors!&quot; the tanuki says, &quot;Polite is my middle name!&quot; He pauses before hopping the fence. &quot;It isn&#39;t really,&quot; he says, &quot;It&#39;s a metaphor.&quot; He moves to hop the fence, then stops. &quot;Not a metaphor,&quot; he asserts, &quot;A turn of phrase. Whatever.&quot; He then turns and lightly hops the fence and starts to make his way across the field, fat tail bobbing behind him. He starts to hum a little tune as he walks.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">&quot;Knocking. Well then, I will let someone else do that. I will try to approach out of sight, in case someone is watching, it might be best if they do not have an accurate count of our numbers,&quot; Edel says, making her way across the field in a less direct fashion, far to the side of Fenris&#39; direct gait. And checking for landmines, after last time...</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus takes the binoculars and examines the house, &quot;See that Phos, someone on the second floor.&quot; he says to the sniper-panda. He looks up from the binoculars at Fenris as he exits the jeep and goes to hop the fence. It takes him a moment to register just what the Tanuki is doing then he looks to Phosphorus as Edel steps out, &quot;Mind if I borrow that that smoke &#39;nade? Fen might need some cover if he&#39;s just going to stroll right up.&quot; he says and readies himself for whatever happens as the Tanuki approaches the house.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;Thrown that close, it will cause serious damage to the house and to Fenris. It&#39;s a WP smoke grenade.&quot; The panda clarifies, letting the rifle hang from its straps and pulling out her revolver. Much better for this sort of range. &quot;I doubt these are hostiles. Even if they are with the group... well, I don&#39;t think we should be taking hostages.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The figure in the second story window disappears and some commotion could be heard from behind the front door. Thumping of feet and precautionary shouts muffled by the old wooden walls, the structure oddly enough in fair condition despite all that&#39;d happened. As Fenris approaches, things go silent, and all that&#39;s left is the faint flickering lights within the structure&#39;s interior, gently leaking out the windows~</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris takes note of the commotion inside the building. Looks like there are tenants after all. The burly tanuki takes his time making his way to the door. He brushes off his robes, looks around at his surroundings and frowns a little. He sticks out his tongue in concentration and his clothes blur. When they come back into focus, he is wearing a plaid shirt, cowboy hat and heavy, leather belt. <br />
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&quot;Hello the house!&quot; he says, smiling pleasantly and rapping gently on the door, &quot;Anyone home? Sorry to bother you after dark!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Once Edel feels close enough, she goes prone in the field, letting whatever foliage there might be, coupled with her outfit, do the rest. She could wait til something happened, one way or another.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus tenses up as Fenris reaches the house and waits for the response. He takes a measured breath as he prepares to lend what support he can to his ally should those inside the house not be friendly. Leaning close to the metal door of the jeep he watches.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus pushes the visor of her helmet down, opening one of the doors of the car and taking cover behind it, peering at the door with revolver in hand. She&#39;s sufficiently covered behind the door that the weapon isn&#39;t obvious, but her helmet sure is. &quot;Hm. I sure hope being &#39;polite&#39; works. I&#39;d have to have to jump to breach-and-clear.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Thankfully, it would seem that Fenris was onto something with his approach, the tanuki greeted after a long delay, by someone slowly cracking the door door open and peering through to observe him at the porch. &quot;W-who... what do you want?&quot; asks the voice, unsteady and shaken, clearly the eye of an unmutated human just behind that wooden portal.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris raises his white hat and smiles at whoever it is behind that door. &quot;Hello!&quot; he says warmly, &quot;My belt buckle says Big Boy! My friends and I didn&#39;t realize anyone was living here. I really am sorry to bother you, but it is dark and we were hoping that maybe you might have someplace we could bunk up for the night and plan our next move?&quot; <br />
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The tanuki swings his small satchel around and produces a smoky bottle of something. &quot;We would be happy to share what we have with you,&quot; he says, &quot;Or maybe give you a hand around here in return.&quot; He smiles broadly again at the door and sticks his thumbs in his belt again, waiting for a reaction.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel remains on the ground, but it seems Fenris is getting a good enough reception, so she turns her eyes to the house instead, looking it over. If it was in good shape, that was impressive after all these years.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus watches as the door opens and Fenris remains unharmed. In the absence of an immediate attack on Fenris at the front door he does a once over of the building before returning his attention to the doorway.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus nods, and sticks her revolver back in the holster, stepping out from behind the car door, closing it, and approaching the door behind Fenris, hooking a finger beneath the ballistic visor and pulling it up, leaving her face unobstructed. Best to be forthcoming.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The voice that answers is distinctly male, tired and weak much like the eye peering through the door. &quot;You folks are far away from home, aint&#39;cha?&quot; the man huffs as he slowly opens up the door. He quickly reveals to be carrying a handgun in his right hand, kept pointing down for the time being. His hazel eyes dart around the exterior, peering at the darkness, though he seems to fail to notice Phosphorus or the others right away. His attention returns to Fenris, &quot;You mentioned a &#39;we&#39;. Who else is with you, and why are you folks here anyway? Y&#39;all lookin&#39; to barter or just need shelter? Psh, fucking winter&#39;s going on forever.&quot; the man sighs deeply. <br />
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&quot;You said a cuss word.&quot; sounds off behind the man, his attention snapping back to where a child, a young boy no older than ten stood. &quot;Who&#39;s the fluffy one?&quot; he asks, prompting only a foot stomp and a barking order from the older gentleman. &quot;Kyle! Get back upstairs, darnit! Now!&quot; With a pout and a peek over one shoulder, the child moves off to ascend the stairwell leading into the second floor, though he doesn&#39;t go all the way, rather lingering right at the top, too curious for his own good. Turning back to the tanuki, the man sighs deeply and rubs his nape. &quot;We ain&#39;t got much in terms of hospitality, the last gang that passed through here weren&#39;t very friendly, as it turned out.&quot; he pulls back his shirt, revealing the scar marking a gunshot wound inflicted gods knew how long ago. &quot;So pardon me if I ain&#39;t feeling too inclined to let you stay.&quot; Even so, there was a desperation in the man&#39;s eyes, and perhaps a glimmer of hope. &quot;But... I know you lot from over yonder, always out and about lookin&#39; for this or that. You folks might be able to help me out plenty, and I think I might have something you&#39;d like to get yer hands... er-paws, whatever on.&quot; <br />
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Once Phosphorus approaches, he gives her a look over and tightens the grip around the handle of his pistol, though his smile does widen just a touch once he spots the armaments she was carrying. &quot;Hmmm, y&#39;all are armed, then...&quot; he clears his throat and nods nervously, &quot;Good... good, always good to be safe out here. So uh... any others in yer group?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">&quot;Yep!&quot; Fenris says pleasantly, giving a smile and a wave to the kid, &quot;There are,&quot; the tanuki stops and counts on his fingers, &quot;Five of us, all different sorts. But we really don&#39;t want to fight. I&#39;m sure that we would all be happy to lend you a hand. Maybe make a trade.&quot; <br />
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The tanuki is aware that they are here for something specific, though he is a little foggy on the details. &quot;Mind if our friend out on the road drives the car up?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel pushes herself up once things are deemed to be friendly, rolling her shoulders. She makes her way over, her own armaments sheathed and away, offering a cheery wave. &quot;Yes, yes, we do not want to make any trouble for you folks out here.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus smiles as it seems that the bandits aren&#39;t in the building and with him now sitting with only Otto inside the Jeep he shrugs and steps out, closing the door behind him. &quot;Guess I&#39;ll walk up and say hello as well since it seems to be working.&quot; he says and holsters his shotgun-pistols. He adjusts his visor so his face is visible and tries to not look evil as he approaches the house.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;I... I think we should be upfront.&quot; Phosphorus glances at Fenris, then at the man, rubbing her face a bit and shuffling the larger of her two rifles off to the side. She speaks to the man, again, levelling her gaze with his. &quot;We may have had a slight run-in with one of those gangs. They&#39;re searching for us. Our intel said this place was empty - it was obviously wrong. We would like to trade for supplies, scrap, and salvage... but I think the impending threat is more important. If you must turn us away, fine. I think we can control the road from further down... but we&#39;ve inadvertently made you a target by even stopping here. For that, I apologise. But... I think we might be able to make a slight show of force, here, and scare the gang away, once and for all, if they decide to keep searching.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The man&#39;s eyes go wide once he hears Phosphorus&#39; words, his gaze panicked and teeth gritted once he processes what he&#39;d been told. &quot;God... FUCKING damn it! Those bastards are still in the area?! Grah!&quot; he growls loudly, as well as a human could, at least. &quot;Ain&#39;t gonna survive another attack once those motherfuckers come knockin&#39; for more food! Unless...&quot; his glance wanders back to the mutants, an idea seemingly forming in his head. &quot;Don&#39;t you worry about us none, we can hold our own, or rather we WOULD if we had the tools to do so. You folks look properly armed, so tell you what...&quot; he puts his hands together and his pistol away. &quot;I&#39;m willing to part with a lot for just one, maybe two decent rifles, or even pistols, just something to give to each of the family so we don&#39;t have to rely on one measly handgun alone. I mean, most of what I got&#39;s rusted or worn... I got an old&#39; engine block out back, a couple o&#39; tires, some spare solar cells...&quot; he shrugs &quot;Ain&#39;t too keen on giving up our food or water though, family has to eat after all.&quot; he crosses his arms.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris does not hesitate for even a moment. The big tanuki twists his bag around once more and produces a pair of surprisingly large items. The first is a bolt action rifle that has obviously seen some wear and tear, but is still in good condition. The second is a broad headed axe that seems to glow, ever so slightly, as long as you don&#39;t look directly at it. Then he reaches into a holster on his gun belt to produce what looks like a child&#39;s sci-fi ray gun. He takes all three objects and sets them there on the porch. &quot;And I don&#39;t mind sticking around to help,&quot; he says pleasantly, &quot;It is the neighborly thing to do.&quot; The big tanuki sticks his thumbs back in his gun belt and looks around at the house. &quot;You folks been here long?&quot; he asks.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">&quot;I do not have any spare firearms on me, but if I have the parts I can make them. Parts and time. I am willing to help you defend the place, too, if you want.&quot; Edel rubs at the back of her head. &quot;I can&#39;t turn away from people that might be in need, or in danger. I have a family of my own, after all. It wouldn&#39;t sit right with me.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus nods as the man formulates a plan and says he&#39;d be willing to trade weapons for pretty much whatever they wanted except the bare necessities. &quot;Glad to hear that our visit isn&#39;t disastrous.&quot; he comments as Fen sets down a set of weapons. He calls his three combat drones to him from the jeep as he continues, &quot;I think I could spare a few hand grenades. I&#39;d also be happy to help fend off the bandits while we&#39;re here.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;As much as you may... I think I&#39;d feel bad leaving you all without at least some protection. I have a sniper rifle - if you would help me get onto the roof, or into the highest window, I think I could thin the numbers a bit. I was going to lay mines, but... well, you guys are here, and all, so.&quot; Phosphorus says, glancing about. She&#39;d have the range advantage by a fair amount, if she managed to get a decent vantage point. A hill would be ideal, as well as being able to rotate positions or flee, but... well, you make do.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;Oh, this will do just fine.&quot; the man&#39;s expression lights up, his hand reaching for the rifle as he picks it up and gives it a look over. &quot;Yeah, I reckon we can keep a good watch with this bitty right here. She looks dang accurate, must have a hell of a kick though. Easy enough to use though.&quot; he shrugs and glances at the other two weapons offered by the tanuki. &quot;We ain&#39;t got no use for no exotic stuff there. Bullets is all my family really understands. None of those &quot;pew pew pew&quot; space guns or anything. How do you even reload those anyway? I don&#39;t wanna know. The rifle&#39;s a good start! I reckon my older boy will make good use of it during the graveyard shift or when he&#39;s out hunting.&quot; <br />
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Once Edel speaks up, the man raises a hand and says politely, &quot;I much appreciate that erh... ma&#39;am?&quot; he casts a confused and apologetic look her way &quot;But erh... my family ain&#39;t all that kindly around strangers. I reckon we should just do our business and you should just be on your way. But thank ya kindly nonetheless.&quot; he leans the rifle over his shoulder and looks about the group &quot;You folks ain&#39;t tellin&#39; me what you want in exchange. I ain&#39;t takin&#39; nothing pro-bono from you mutant sort.&quot; his brows furrow as he lets his finger play over the rifle&#39;s trigger. <br />
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Glancing over to Ebreus, his eyes are drawn over to the flying drones and takes a step back into the house. &quot;Do ya mind? Those things ain&#39;t too safe-lookin&#39;.&quot; the man huffs, then locks eyes with Ebreus. &quot;Ain&#39;t looking to blow no bastards up. I told ya what I want. Rifles, pistols. You wanna go tussle with the thugs on yer&#39; own, I ain&#39;t gonna stop ya! What I said earlier remains as is nonetheless.&quot; <br />
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Then Phosphorus chymes in... and the man slumps his shoulders, looking somewhat defeated. &quot;You folks and your persistence...&quot; one could practically see the fatigue in his eyes, though... and he seems to be thinking it over. &quot;Tell you folks what... alright. You wanna be so generous, fine. There&#39;s scrap and some useful salvage worth a damn in the barn out back, and it&#39;s plenty high that you can have a good vantage point. I usually have my eldest up there, but he&#39;s come down with something nasty, still in bed upstairs.&quot; he sighs deeply and shakes his head &quot;But it don&#39; matter either way. Here.&quot; he reaches into his pocket and tosses Phosphorus a key. &quot;There&#39;s a padlock on the door. Open her up, spend the night in there if you want, it&#39;s warm and there&#39;s plenty o&#39; hay to sleep on, the good stuff&#39;s in there. Okay? I&#39;ll hang onto the rifle.&quot; he pats the bolt-action beauty he&#39;d been handed. &quot;You can have your driver or whatever pull in there too. Should be a big enough door to fit it, unless you folks came here in a fuckin&#39; tank or something.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris smiles at the man. &quot;I&#39;m glad you like it!&quot; he says, collecting the unwanted weapons and stowing them once more, &quot;I hope it treats you well!&quot; The big tanuki scratches his belly thoughtfully. &quot;I know we were here looking for something specific,&quot; he muses, &quot;Solar panels, maybe?&quot; He shrugs, &quot;I&#39;m just along for the adventure.&quot; He looks around at the house. &quot;We were told this place was abandoned though,&quot; he says, ?Which is obviously not true.&quot; <br />
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The burly tanuki bows low to the man of the house. &quot;Thank you for your kind hospitality,&quot; he says, then smiles and waves again at the boy on the stairs. &quot;I?ll get Otto!&quot; He turns and bounds away across the field, waving toward the jeep.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">&quot;Thank you. As for what we want in return, we were hoping to just... Open up trade agreements. Mutually beneficial. My offer to help though is regardless of answer. Trying to help people is what I do,&quot; Edel answers plainly, looking off in the direction of the barn. &quot;But, we&#39;ll see what we can do.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus nods after the man rejects his grenades. &quot;Alright.&quot; he says, &quot;I&#39;ll call our jeep.&quot; he steps away from the front door and signals to Otto, waving and going so far as whistling if it seems like is message isn&#39;t being detected, and has his drones move a bit further from the house as requested. He then returns to the front door. &quot;Thanks for bein&#39; civil with us. I know we don&#39;t exactly look as human as we did before all this madness began.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus nods as she takes the keys, placing them into one of the pouches on her vest for the time being. She shifts her sniper rifle closer to the front, releasing the barrel into the ready position, chambering a round. Good to go. The panda glances over to Edel, noticing them looking at the barn, and, again, raising her eyebrow inquisitively. &quot;Feel like taking a rotating watch? It&#39;d ease the pain of trying to stay up all night.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The man nods and hooks a thumb over his back. &quot;You folks holler if something goes awry. Or, you know... pop a round or two in the air. I&#39;ll be on standby. And for the love of all that&#39;s holy, I hope I ain&#39;t makin&#39; a mistake trustin&#39; you lot. You seem alright enough, but... you ain&#39;t the first. That&#39;s all I&#39;m sayin&#39;. Name&#39;s Rainer, by the way.&quot; he nods, before closing the door behind himself, leaving the team to head off towards the barn at their own pace. As for Otto? He had already fired up the jeep, and was pulling into the farmstead. It was pitch black outside already, the car&#39;s headlights being the only source of illumination now. It was a miracle they worked...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris trots along to the barn with the others. &quot;Just for the record,&quot; he says with a smile, &quot;I am a Tanuki, not a mutant.&quot; He was sort of looking forward to camping out in the barn. But there were definitely questions about all of this that needed answers.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">&quot;I an help, I suppose, but I will be honest with you. Keeping watch is not my... Specialty. I will try to stay awake for it, but uh. Let&#39;s say it&#39;s probably best if I take first watch because once I&#39;m asleep no promises I won&#39;t fall back asleep,&quot; Edel says with a grin, setting off for the barn.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus shrugs, &quot;We&#39;ll take shifts. You can have first watch Edel, guess I&#39;ll get second.&quot; he says. He looks over to the barn and the jeep then says, &quot;We should probably get prepared.&quot; and with that he makes his way over to the jeep.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;Suppose I get third, then...&quot; Phosphorus mutters. &quot;I don&#39;t need any more gear up there besides the sniper rifle. We can&#39;t have everything loaded up in the rear: We&#39;ll just get rushed, and it&#39;s all over. Need something to slow them down, or engage closer,, or... It&#39;s supposed to be a sniper&#39;s nest, you see...&quot; She shakes her head. Tactics discussion a little bit later, maybe. It&#39;s not like it&#39;s her literal job or anything, no siree. &quot;Right then.&quot;</div>[[Category:RPLogs]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Bad_Times_at_the_Factory_-_RPLOG&diff=733050Bad Times at the Factory - RPLOG2018-03-17T02:24:51Z<p>Otto: /* Log */</p>
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<div>=Participants=<br />
* [[Ciana]]<br />
* [[Ebreus]]<br />
* [[Lizzie]]<br />
* [[Meenah]]<br />
* [[Otto]]<br />
=Date=<br />
16/3/2018<br />
=Log=<br />
<div></div><br> <br><div title="Otto">T&#39;was a damp and rainy day at the edge of the bubble, where one fennec was situated just at the edge of the bubble, seated in the front seat of a familiar jeep. The old girl looks like she&#39;d seen better days, or rather the front bumper looks as though it&#39;d taken a few too many bumps, though given the age and state of things, was it really surprising. Still a closer inspection would reveal some bumper work having been done, the vehicle overall in decent condition save for the overall aesthetic of it. <br />
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As for Otto himself, the fennec looked rather tired with those bags under his eyes and his vacant expression. He stares blankly out the window and into the vast expanse beyond, seemingly lost in thought, distracted by gods knew what. The doors to the vehicle remained closed, windows rolled up tight to keep the cascade of water out, but alas... no heating. Seems the AC unit was on the fritz.</div><br> <br><div title="Meenah">Meenah was running along the beaten path that lead to the edge of the bubble, she&#39;d heard rumors it wasn&#39;t very safe out here. Most recently though word had been groups of scavengers were going out to salvage and to be honest she wouldn&#39;t ming have a part of it herself. There was plenty to be said for other things she could be doing though, like sitting back at her apartment resting from a hard weeks work. Although the mousette seemed much more inclined to take as little rest as she could get and instead take this time to assist whomever she may meet out here. Who knows she might even find something useful right? <br />
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These were the kind of thoughts occupying the mousettes mind as she approached the jeep, was this their ride? Was she REALLY the first one here? The mousette astonished, could not help but survey her surroundings as the rain pittered and pattered around the surrounding area.. It was only after a half-haphzard look around that she shuffled to the front of the jeep with all her equipment and dropped a single dufflebag to tap on the window. She had a feeling of eery familiarity from the fennec inside, but not...it couldn&#39;t be... &quot;Hello?&quot; She gently questioned before motioning for the patron of the vehicle to roll down the window, as she had MANY questions.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus was hardly bothered by the damp rainy-ness of the day as he brought along his powered hazmat suit... what RSX marketed as &#39;Power Armor&#39; and might well some day actually become power armor. He strides up to the familiar jeep and fennec, and the unfamilair mouse. &quot;Hello.&quot; he says to the mouse girl as he makes his way up to the jeep, then, &quot;Hey Otto.&quot; as he reaches the jeep.</div><br> <br><div title="Ciana">Ciana slowly flew from the distance into view of the people nearby the jeep, giving light waves to Ebreus and Meenah and landing next to Otto as she hugged her master. &quot;Ottie! It&#39;s been forever, how have you been?&quot; A purple drone followed her, giving a few beeps of greeting as the fox landed.</div><br> <br><div title="Lizzie">Lizzie was only somewhat familiar with the particular job, more heading out by the request of Otto and her own desire to get a bit of fun scaving and doing whatever done. Nothing like helping out a friend after all. As she approached the area she just started to shake her head with a slight sigh. &quot;Goddamn it. Pick a fuckin&#39; body or some shit so I can recognize ya easy you fuckin&#39; asshole.&quot; She grumbled albiet goodnaturedly.<br />
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Adjusting the pack on her back she eyed the other folks who had arrived and continued to ignore the rain. &quot;This everyone goin&#39; on the fuckin&#39; job? The name&#39;s Lizzie for those of ya who might not fuckin&#39; know it. I think I recognize at least a couple of ya but uh, fuck if I don&#39;t remember everyone.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The fox looks rather spaced out for a few moments more, before the familiar tone of one... two... three, nay... four familiar voices! His eyes adjust just in time for him to catch Ciana&#39;s glomp-tackle, a giddy giggle passing him once he squeezes the other fennec and gives her a peck on the cheek, &quot;Hiya sweetie.&quot; Otto greets with a wide smile, before releasing her. &quot;What are you doing here? I had no idea you were interested in these sorts of things!&quot; he notes, before casting a nod and a wave to his more hellhoundish friend, &quot;Yo Eb. I had a feeling you&#39;d not want to miss this.&quot; <br />
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Hopping out of the jeep, he stretches out and shakes his muzzle, letting the rain wash away some of the drowsiness as he peers at Meenah and tilts his head a little. &quot;Oh, maybe this will remind you.&quot; Otto notes and winks at her, a tug to her tail and a peck to her lips given, leading into a swift squeeze and a subtle cup of the rear, before Otto parts from her with a soft giggle, only to come face-to-face with Lizzie. &quot;There you are!&quot; he yips excitedly. &quot;God fucking damn it, Liz. About time I saw you on one of these! Anyway!&quot; he clasps his hands and scurries to climb onto the jeep&#39;s bonnet. <br />
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&quot;Everyone get inside, we&#39;re gonna be heading off to check out a ruined fabrication facility of sorts. Scouting reports indicate it should be a smooth, safe ride all the way there, though what we find once in the damn place is... well, a mystery. I hope you folks know your machines, cause I&#39;m not gonna be joining you.&quot; the fennec announces, before swinging over the edge of the driver&#39;s seat window and into his seat. He sounds the horn and yells out. &quot;Well, come on then! Get in before you get soaked! We have a job to do!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Meenah">Meenah was helpless to the gropey fennec who took a liberty by tugging her tail, eliciting a muffled response from the mousette into the quick peck on the lips delivered by him as well... She huffpuffs as he takes subtle pawful of her butt before strolling off with confidence to the next patron...Normally she&#39;d be drowning him in questions but this all seemed like a lot so she&#39;d figured he&#39;d explain on the way or something. <br />
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All outside thoughts of hers dropped as she picked up a few key words &#39;Everyone get inside&#39;, it wasn&#39;t long before she was sliding into the passenger seat and positioning the two bags she&#39;d brought with her, at her feet. The mousette barely waiting for Otto to finish speaking before she rolled down the passenger window to shout softly at him as he came close to finish. &quot;It better be safe!! If we hit a land-mine you&#39;re gonna owe me a lot more than dinner Otto!!&quot; Obviously the mause was doing her best to sound serious although it was hard to tell with how widely she was grinning. Seconds later she was ducking her head back into the jeep and rolling up her window, not long after she took to sorting her equipment some and drying off her flamethrowing with a soft rag she kept in the pocket of her uniform. </div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus smiles as he sees the flying Fennec and her purple drone arrive for the mission and silently calls his own four combat drones. Two build for attack, a medic, and flying shield. As his drones come to him and the he hears the human he turns to see the source of the impressively foul mouth. &quot;Seems like it.&quot; he says when she asks if thats everyone, and Otto tells them to get in. He climbs into the jeep, &quot;Heh, you&#39;ve got some sort of involvement with pretty much everyone in Fairhaven, don&#39;t you Otto?&quot; he says seeing Otto knows everybody who&#39;s shown up. He settles into taking up a large amount of the back of the jeep and says, &quot;I don&#39;t recognise you two. My name&#39;s Ebreus, nice to be working with you.&quot; to Meenag and Lizzie, a simple formality.</div><br> <br><div title="Ciana">&quot;Just seeing what I could do for my master. It has been a while and all.&quot; Ciana turned her head as the flurry of fowl language erupted, sighing lightly. &quot;Name&#39;s Ciana. Nice to meet&#39;cha all.&quot; As Otto called everybody in the jeep, the smolfox rushed to the driver-passenger seat, going through her things as her drone beeped quickly to Ebreus in greeting and flew into the car. &quot;Everybody have their shit?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Lizzie">&quot;Eh, suck a dick Otto. I fuckin&#39; came as soon as I could find my vibrator. Also as soon as you had one of these goddamn things at a time I could drag my ass down to slide inta this shit. I only know some shit &#39;bout machines but if anythin&#39; gets in the way I got my fuckin&#39; cannon of a rifle here ta blow any bitches we find to kindom fuckin&#39; come.&quot; Lizzie laughed, sliding into the jeep and doing her best to shrug off the rain once inside. &quot;Nice ta meet cha Eb. By the way Otto, you owe me a big fuckin&#39; cock when this is done or I&#39;m gonna shove my boot up your ass. Anyway, I got all the shit I need.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The fennec snickers softly and casts Meenah a sultry glance, one laced with mischief and joy. &quot;Well, I&#39;m glad we have a doctor in the group, just in case someone does end up losing a leg, or gets their legs burned to a crisp, isn&#39;t that right, Eb?&quot; the lad casts Ebreus a knowing glance and a soft smile, before turning back towards the steering wheel. Reaching for his pack, he pulls out a laptop and hands it to Meenah, &quot;Play us some music, hon! I got lots in there, though it&#39;s all pre-P-Day stuff. Just pick any funky beats to lighten up the mood? This damnable...&quot; *thud* the fox strikes at the malfunctioning radio present in the jeep with his fist &quot;...piece of rubbish is still on the fritz. I swear... if I can ever get one of these puppies for myself, it&#39;ll be in prime working order within a week, if not less.&quot; the fennec sighs wistfully and shakes his head. <br />
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&quot;Sometimes that&#39;s more of a curse than a blessing, Eb. Anyway...&quot; the fox turns the key to the jeep and revs the engine. It rumbles into life and roars as he presses down the gas pedal. &quot;Glad you decided to come as less of a hulk, Eb. We&#39;ll need the space and the weight capacity to carry what we find, if we find something worth bringing back. For all I know it could all be rust, but you never know until you look, right?&quot; the fenenc shrugs, then sighs deeply and rolls his eyes at Lizzie&#39;s comments. &quot;Well, we wouldn&#39;t want to get your boot dirty, would we?&quot; he snickers and leans over to give Ciana a lick on the cheek. &quot;Just try to stay safe, alright? Like I said, you won&#39;t be with me, you&#39;ll be with them. All I am gonna do is guard the jeep.&quot; <br />
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That said, &quot;Too late to think about your shit, folks!&quot; he shifts into gear and floors the gas, with a wild screech as the tires grind against the floor, the engine roars and the group departs at a rapid pace towards their destination. &quot;SO!&quot; Otto yips enthusiastically &quot;We will be there in no time at all, god I love driving in the rain, if you folks have any questions, now&#39;s the time. Otherwise... enjoy the beats!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Meenah">The mousette barely finishes positioning her gear and taking count of everything she&#39;d brought with her before Otto presents her with his laptop and the choice of what music should be playing on the way there. Her thin digits danced a path across the keyboard until she found a song that she liked and thought wasn&#39;t TOO corrupted. IT was of course &#39;Gimme Shelter&#39; by none other than The Rolling Stones, a jazzy interlude starting to fill the jeep as it built towards a rock-styled beat and soulful lyrics. After setting the song she turned it up just enough to where people weren&#39;t shouting over eachother and started to hum along. <br />
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Meenah seems to barely notice the glance he tossed her way, cheeks reddening and ear-tips turning a familiar shade of pink...Although it didn&#39;t last, she was soon clearing her throat and focusing on the road ahead as the surrounding fellow passengers conversed. Apparently not much a talker considering the only person she&#39;d addressed so far was Otto, although she did bother to toss a firm glance at Lizzie as she kept spewing filth from her mouth. The mousette hesitating for a moment before giving Otto a questioning glance and asking, &quot;Do you know everyone around here or what? Pft, maybe you should run for mayor...&quot; She joked tossing a casual wink his way before back over her shoulder at the crew that&#39;d assembled for this very odd salvage mission. &quot;And why would anyone burn their legs off? If anyone is burning peoples legs off It&#39;ll most likely be me doing the burning and hopefully not too excessively...&quot; She squirms in her seat, bags of gear shifting, clanking and clinking with every little movement.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus sighs as the foul mouthed human keeps it up. &quot;You know if you save that for a few well places death threats you can get a lot out of those threats.&quot; he comments, then turns his attention to the driving Fennec. &quot;Yeah... learned a bit from that.&quot; he says, in response to the comment on being burned. He chuckles lightly as the mouse comments on the burning.</div><br> <br><div title="Ciana">As Otto threw the laptop to Meenah, Ciana began to speak, &quot;If there&#39;s any We-&quot;, before being cut off by the music. She sighed lightly, humming to an upbeat tune of her own as the car started and subsequently began moving.</div><br> <br><div title="Lizzie">&quot;You&#39;re damn right.&quot; Lizzie laughed at Otto&#39;s return quip, just flipping off Meenah at the sharp glance and sticking her tongue out at the mousette. The tunes were rather nice and she bobbed her head with the ongoing music and tapped her foot to the beats as they sped off through the rain bouncing around towards the fab facility. She didn&#39;t have any questions herself, not currently at least, and was rather content to just chatter and rock out as they moved towards their target. &quot;Pfff, who is makin&#39; death threats? Last I checked warnin&#39; somebody &#39;bout a boot up their backside wasn&#39;t quite the same as pointin&#39; a gun towards there head. Damn, people are fuckin&#39; sensitive.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The fennec casts a subtle apologetic glance around, before resuming his bobbing in time with the tunes. Soon, a familiar ruined cityscape would come into view, drawing ever nearer as the group advanced in their trail, the road bumpy due to its worn state, potholes frequent every few feet, though it was nothing the jeep&#39;s suspension couldn&#39;t handle. <br />
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As they enter the post-apocalyptic ruins, the state of disarray and chaos becomes readily apparent, buildings mostly collapsed, looted and left to crumble with age, any signs of their past function left subtle, if not completely unseen. What few structures remained upright already had their windows shattered and doors kicked in, picked clean by wandering thugs, no doubt. <br />
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&quot;Really makes you appreciate what we got back home, eh?&quot; Otto comments as they move towards their target, just a few more turns made before he hits the brakes, the jeep rocking from the sudden deceleration. To their left was the barren wasteland, nothing to see, nothing to do there, but to their right stood a half-ruined structure, ready to collapse on itself any moment now, the rest naught but a pile of rubble. Otto gestures towards the poorly remains and sighs &quot;Here it is. We&#39;re looking for a way into their underground facility, though odds are it&#39;ll be covered in rubble. Have a good look around, and try not to be very destructive about it. That thing looks like it&#39;s ready to collapse, and I&#39;d rather it doesn&#39;t do so on your heads, folks.&quot; the fennec warns &quot;I&#39;ll be here with the car.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Meenah">The mousette took some time to fully absorb their new vast wasteland surroundings, crumbling looted buildings and-- AGH EEK....POTHOLES APLENTY! The mousette was boucning around like a tumble-weed in her seat, eyes widening as not before too long the car came to a very sudden hault. Meenah was hasty in gathering her things, quickly pulling her flamethrower from its&#39; carrying bag leaving it to sit in the passenger seat of the jeep. Moments later she was pushing open the door and stepping out slinging her bag full of medical supplies and an assortment of other things over her shoulders. <br />
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Once she was on her feet and she was sure she had everything she turned around and ducked into the car to deliver a firm smooch to the fennec-drivers lips. &quot;Otto make sure this piece of crap doesn&#39;t break down, I don&#39;t want to get stuck here IF I come back!~&quot; She teases him with her demise before sliding back and slamming the door shut. She fastens the straps of her backpack and lifts up her flamethrower with one arm, lighting the pilot light with the other. &quot;Alright, I&#39;ll try not to burn this place down, but no promises!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus sighs as the human clearly misunderstands him, &quot;No.&quot; he says, &quot;I mean that profanity is better served for use in death threats.&quot; he corrects. He grins and says, &quot;A few well placed threats can be more effective than a gun to the head anyway.&quot; As the jeep comes to a halt he steps out and says, &quot;Yeah, even makes places like Hotel Oblivion look nice...&quot; then he looks back into the jeep and seeing his drones sitting motionless on the seats, &quot;So anyone have Regulation NM or am I providing the bubble for this operation?&quot; he asks.</div><br> <br><div title="Ciana">As the jeep stops, Ciana hugs Otto and gives a small lick to his cheek as she hops out of the car. &quot;Sorry to say that I only have Biochem, Eb. I&#39;d help if I could, really.&quot; Her drone flew out of the car soon after, their assault rifle extended as it beeped a few times. &quot;Saint is itching to shoot something, so shall we get going?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Lizzie">&quot;Eh, maybe but this is just how I fuckin&#39; talk. Tryin&#39; ta see a shrink and shit ta cut it down but results are mixed.&quot; Lizzie says, shrugging and giving the flamethrower a bit wider berth in the small jeep as it moves to the sudden stop and jumping out as quick as she can after. Stretching and holding her rifle at the rest she gives Otto a sidelong glance. &quot;So good you ain&#39;t goin&#39; in then Otto? I seem ta recall you have a rep for blowin&#39; up shit like this. I aon&#39;t got any regulation either so I&#39;m hopin&#39; you&#39;re gonna hold that fuckin&#39; shit up.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;Not this time. I gotta watch the rustbucket.&quot; Otto snickers and shivers lightly as he feels the familiar sensation of a foreign signal kick his nanites back into gear. &quot;Sadly, I can&#39;t stay here. I&#39;d feel better if I took the jeep somewhere safe. You never know what might happen, so I&#39;ll be leaving you folks here to tend to the work.&quot; he announces as he puts his laptop away and turns off the music. &quot;Just fire a gunshot into the air to summon me. I&#39;ll hear it.&quot; he snickers and wiggles his massive fennec ears. &quot;Trust me, I can probably hear a pin drop from across town with these.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Meenah">Meenah turns to the group with big buck tooth&#39;d grin, holding her flamethrower tightly to her body as she walked around the back of the jeep and towards the building. &quot;I can host a bubble but if I do I wont be able to focus enough to perform medical duties, at least to a full capacity. I can still stitch someone up if they get hurt real bad... But...&quot; She trails off and stars to tap her paws together looking at the group. &quot;I&#39;ll put it to a vote if I have to, after all majority rules right? But I really think we should take caution over this sort of matter. Try not to make any noise unless we have to...We don&#39;t want to draw un-wanted attention right?&quot; </div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus nods as Ciana and Lizzie both explain that they don&#39;t have Regulation Nanomagic. He shrugs, at least he has it. As Otto explains that he has to take the jeep to a safe distance he nods, &quot;Well I guess you do have to keep the ride safe... it&#39;d be a pain to have to lug all our loot back on foot.&quot; he says and puts up a bubble as he looks to Meenah, &quot;I&#39;ll just take care of the Bubble. I&#39;ve got a filiment kit &amp; everything so it&#39;ll be 40ft, and we shouldn&#39;t have undue distractions on our medic.&quot; he says as his drones come to life and fly to a perimiter around him. He looks to the building then says, &quot;Being quiet would probably be prudent.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ciana">Ciana watches as her drone flies out of the car when Ebreus puts the mini-bubble up, giving a hum of interest. &quot;Forgot that drones and all didn&#39;t work outside the bubble. And, Meenah, I&#39;ve got your back. I did bring a medkit and all for a reason.&quot; The drone gives a few beeps, extending its&#39; gun in preparation as it gives a bitcrushed fanfare for Ebreus.</div><br> <br><div title="Lizzie">&quot;I&#39;ll scout out front. If anyone I should be the first asshole ta get their ass shot. It&#39;ll do less ta me than any of you assholes out here.&quot; Lizzie chuckled, stepping forward with her rifle at the ready and heading towards the building. &quot;Just ask Otto if ya have any qualms &#39;bout that shit. First fuckin&#39; inside, right where he wishes he was eh?&quot; She snickered, giving Otto a wave and starting the trek with practiced motions, stalling as she spots an odd small hole and backing up from it for a second. Raising up her rifle she points towards it and checks through the scope to get a better look at the odd thing there.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The fennec sighs softly and rolls his eyes. &quot;I&#39;ll be around. You know how to summon me. Just, take care, alright?&quot; the fennec warns as he shuts the doors behind them and revs up the engine, he blows Meenah an airkiss, before driving off, leaving the quartette of agents to their own devices. <br />
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Once Lizzie nears the dent in the otherwise uniformly flat surface of rubble, she could feel it shift and give way under her feet. The entirety of the brittle and barely stable pile starts to collapse in on itself, pooling downwards into the depths of what was a pitch black pit! <br />
Her reflexes and balance sadly fail her and the poor woman ends up falling flat on her rear, taken down into the depths of that pitch black abyss by the crumbling rubble as the very pit widens, its borders expanding and collapsing outwards! She would find herself surrounded by darkness, save for what light came in from the pit above. Her body would be severely bruised, though thank the stars she would not feel anything... broken.</div><br> <br><div title="Meenah">Meenah was quick to step close to the edge-- but not too close she didn&#39;t dare to repeat what she just saw...She stared down into the dark abyss in awe, had they already lost one comrade so fast? The mousette carefully got onto her knees and gazed down into the pit, shouting down into it. &quot;Heeeey?! Are you still alive down there?!&quot; The mousette blew out the pilot light to her flamethrower and gently slid the carry-strap over her shoulder before glancing back at the rest of the group. &quot;Listen, I&#39;m going to jump down and get her and make sure she&#39;s not dead or anything like that. I&#39;m incredibly light so I shouldn&#39;t hit the ground too hard, and who knows maybe she just fell into the entrance we&#39;re looking for!&quot; She offers a hopeful smile before re-fastening the straps of her bag and attempting to jump wrecklessly into the pit one of them had just fallen into.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus smiles as Ciana&#39;s drone comes to life and seems thankful for the bubble. &quot;Don&#39;t worry Otto. If Lizzie is half as good a shot you are we&#39;ll be able to talk or shoot our way out of just about anything.&quot; he says. He looks over to the pit as Lizzie falls in, &quot;Hmm...&quot; he says as he apraches the pit and looks down, &quot;Are you sure that&#39;s wise?&quot; he asks, &quot;Jumping into a pit, Maybe you should have a drone carry you down if you&#39;re light enough.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Lizzie">Lizzie let out a small yelp as she plummets down into the depths of the place, crashing through the rubble down onto the rough floor below. &quot;Ow, fuckin&#39; hell. I&#39;m fine. Just got smacked up a fuckin&#39; bit. I&#39;ll walk that shit off.&quot; She growled, working her way to her feet as the mouse jumps down in and hopefully didn&#39;t land on her. &quot;God fuckin&#39; damn it. Well, gonna have ta drag my ass out of this place eh mousey? You good at climbin&#39; or HEY GOT A ROPE OR SOME SHIT UP THERE?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Even with the rubble surrounding the woman, she is able to worm her way free of its confines and make a valiant effort to right herself, her bruises seemingly patching themselves up on their own little by little, visibly fading into nothingness as she fights the pain. <br />
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The room is pitch black, at least a fifteen foot drop straight down from the shattered ceiling, the interior dusty and long since abandoned. It seems to stretch out forever, even what light comes through the hole above unable to reveal the walls of the chamber. All is silent, save for the calls of the agents, and the rumble of the rubble still shifting about.</div><br> <br><div title="Meenah">The mousette makes contact with the ground with a soft thud and a more than slight ache in her legs...Although the only sound to escape her is a grunt of slight pain. She quickly lifts her flamethrower from her front and flicks the pilot light back on, using it to guide herself around in the darkness until she was next to the emerging Lizzie. &quot;Hey don&#39;t move around too much, let me take a good look at you before we go doing anything too crazy. We have to access you before we can even think of moving on, if you&#39;re badly injured we mine as well have Otto swing back around and pick you up or something...&quot; She scoffs and gives a bit of a grin to Lizzie. &quot;I guess that&#39;s where a cocky attitude gets you though huh? A deep dark pit of bullshit?&quot; She steps towards lizzie trying to get a good look at her in what little light they had.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus looks down into the hole as the human emerges, &quot;Glad to see you&#39;re not dead.&quot; he says. He shakes his head as the mouse suggests having Otto come back, &quot;It&#39;s hardly worth having him return. Just to get her now. Heck might be best to make this our entrince point for the underground structure.&quot; he says.</div><br> <br><div title="Lizzie">&quot;I ain&#39;t hurt that bad. Don&#39;t bust a fuckin&#39; nut &#39;bout it. Just banged up a little and it&#39;s already goin&#39; away.&quot; Lizzie grunts, moving into the light coming in so the mouse could see the clearly fading marks healing inhumanly fast on her skin. &quot;I go first so when shit happens ain&#39;t no one fucked up for more than a little bit. Gettin&#39; my ass beat is kind of what the fuck I do.&quot; She snickered, looking up towards the hole as she pulled herself out of the rubble and stared upward still. &quot;At least I fuckin&#39; found the place right?&quot;</div>[[Category:RPLogs]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Farmstead_Salvage_Hunting_-_Pt_1_-_RPLOG&diff=724843Farmstead Salvage Hunting - Pt 1 - RPLOG2018-03-10T02:47:28Z<p>Otto: /* Log */</p>
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<div>=Participants=<br />
* [[Ebreus]]<br />
* [[Edel]]<br />
* [[Fenris]]<br />
* [[Otto]]<br />
* [[Phosphorus]]<br />
=Date=<br />
9/3/2018<br />
=Log=<br />
<div></div><br> <br><div title="Otto">T&#39;was a chilling, cloudy day on the outskirts of the greater Fairhaven area, where a gathering had been organized in a familiar spot, just at the point where the edge of the bubble met the remnants of the highway leading into the vast expanse beyond. The faint wafting of the wind was all that upset the quietude, gentle breeze carrying with it the chills of a dying winter, but at the very least one could be thankful that it wasn&#39;t raining. <br />
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The familiar sight of the jeep a certain Hellhound had rented a while back greets those willing to partake in an expedition out beyond the bubble&#39;s protective reach, though it was not a Hellhound that leaned over the front of the car, tip-toed upon a tall rock and with his head under the bonnet. A fennec by shape and smell, the only giveaway that it was Otto were those deep, dimly glowing crimson eyes. Seems he was fiddling with the engine block... too distracted to notice anyone approaching right away.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris trots up behind Otto and the jeep, his gear jingling gently as he jogs. The burly tanuki totters to a stop a pace or two from the Jeep. &quot;You got some adventure under that hood for me, boss?&quot; he asks jovially, smoothing down his orange and saffron robes.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel"> Rather than from the city, Edel comes sauntering onto the scene from the direction of the bubble&#39;s exterior. &quot;Engine troubles?&quot; She asks, slinging her duffle over her shoulder. &quot;Need a hand?&quot; She folds her hands behind her head, stretching her back.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus strides toward the meeting place in his new armor. A grin on his face as he goes through his usual out of bubble checks, ticking them off one by one. Shotguns, Nanomagic (as if he could forget somthing surgically attatched to his brain), hand grenades, and his new Messer all accounted for. With his pre-exit checks done he starts into a light jog through the cool winter&#39;s end weather toward the rented jeep, his drones following him. <br />
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Spying the the Fennec and Shiba Inu by the vehicle he jogs up as his combat drones move to a 20ft periminter. &quot;Hello Otto, Edel.&quot; he says and leans lightly against the side of the jeep. He looks over the two of them, the Hellhound crimson eye glow peeking through his lightly tinted visor, &quot;How&#39;s the engine check out?&quot; he asks.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">*bonk* Otto seems to have underestimated the distance between the bonnet and his head, his scalp striking that hard metal surface, prompting him to ack sharply and rub his head, ears folded down as he regards the arrivals. &quot;Hell&#39;s bells... Heya Fen!&quot; he greets, then glances over towards Edel as she arrives. &quot;Oh, just checking the oil.&quot; Otto waves a hand dismissively &quot;You can take a peek if you want, I don&#39;t mind!&quot; he shrugs lightly and leans back over the edge of the vehicle to tinker with something in there. &quot;Hmmm, what&#39;s this...&quot; is heard as a series of odd mechanical sounds follows, a few parts tossed over the fennec&#39;s back as he uh... works? &quot;Bah, that&#39;ll do her good.&quot; Otto finally concludes, hops off of his rock and wipes his oil-stained hands off on a rag he had slung over his shoulder, before tossing that away as well. <br />
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Opening the door, he raises his ears and peeks over the dashboard to peer out through the windshield, before adjusting his seat, a few books placed there to help his shorter stature peer at the path ahead without too much trouble. Oddly enough, his feet still managed to reach the pedals! Neat! Turning the key, he fires her up, the engine coming to a near-instant rumble of motion, before Otto hops back out and looks around for anyone new. &quot;Oh, heya Eb. Glad you could join us.&quot; he casts the mutant a nod and a smile. &quot;Fantastic. OKAY FOLKS!&quot; Otto looks among the group and clears his throat. <br />
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&quot;Reports indicate that there is a mostly untouched farm... you know, with the fruits and the veggies and the meats and aw, you know what I&#39;mma talkin&#39; bout. Anyway! We have reason to believe there are some pretty snazzy looking bits of salvage over there, so it&#39;s our job to head on over, pacify whatever wandering schmucks we might encounter, haul the loot back in and then all go have a pint to celebrate our mediocre accomplishment. Sound about right?&quot; he raises his brows and looks among the group. &quot;Questions will be answered along the way!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel offers a polite wave to Ebreus as she looks over the jeep, shrugging. &quot;If it works, then there is no need. Not much use for old motor engineers these days, what with vehicles all being in pieces. I am used to it.&quot; She rubs at the back of her neck, frowning. &quot;Isn&#39;t it a bit rude to knock over whatever group found and possibly got the place running first? Sounds a lot like raiding to me.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris frowns at the short sum up. &quot;A farm?&quot; he asks, &quot;You don&#39;t have us trying to lay claim to somebody&#39;s home, do you?&quot; <br />
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The tanuki fold thick arms across his broad chest. &quot;If this is a pillaging mission for the Z,&quot; he says, &quot;You can count me out and you may just have to fight your way through me.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus nods as Otto explains the mission and that questions will be asked on the way. &quot;Sounds like fun.&quot; he says before Fenris and Edel raise their concerns. &quot;Raiding probably won&#39;t be called for. Unless they shoot first then we could probably negotiate for the salvage... and if they do respond to visitors with lethal force it might be better for us to shut them down... some less bulletproof people might die if we don&#39;t.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;A farm, heh. If it&#39;s untouched, then there shouldn&#39;t be anybody there to worry about. Hopefully, at least.&quot; Phosphorus remarks, having shown up with minimal fanfare. She came with her standard medium armor kit - helmet, vest, armored trousers, helmet, gloves, boots, rucksack. Weaponry is situation-apropos, too - primarily stuff for moderate to long range. She leans casually against the vehicle, glancing at the others in turn, waiting for the briefing to wrap up.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;Relax. It&#39;s abandoned. We wouldn&#39;t be looting it if it wasn&#39;t.&quot; Otto snickers as he closes the bonnet on the jeep, then slides over the hood and hops into the driver&#39;s seat. &quot;I&#39;m a Prommie anyway, why the fuck would I give two shits and a rat&#39;s ass what big Z want? Most of this was organized at Arborwatch anyway, don&#39;t worry about it. Actually do worry about it, because if it was somebody&#39;s home we&#39;ll likely top by for a cup of tea and conduct a peaceful trade. But seeing as the building we&#39;ve been scouting out shows no signs of life other than the wandering band of thugs... yeeeah, I&#39;d suggest you worry about that instead. As for me? I&#39;ll worry about the rust bucket. Gonna cost me a fortune if she gets damaged...&quot; Otto huffs as he turns the ignition key and gets the engine going. &quot;Hmmm, less like a kitten and more like a... horse with a bad case of the whooping cough. I don&#39;t know what that sounds like... nor do I want to know.&quot; Otto muses as he grips the steering wheel. &quot;Come on, then!&quot; he calls out to everyone, noting Phosphorus&#39; arrival. &quot;Ah! The hero from last time, fashionably late, eh?&quot; he teases and sticks his tongue out at her. &quot;Keep in mind, I said &#39;mostly&#39;&#39;... there&#39;s only so much a scout can see without going in there themselves. But anyway, let&#39;s get going!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">The tanuki&#39;s frown evaporates like it was never there, though he does give Otto an appraising look. Then Fenris grins and shouts &quot;Shotgun!&quot; before flinging himself into the front passenger seat.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">&quot;Well, if it gets damaged, I can help you with that. I was a mechanic &#39;fore P-day. I might work on weapons and armour now, more than vehicles, but I still have the old skills. As long as we are not playing the part of pillagers though, I can help out. As an out of bubble farmer and scavver, myself, though, have to make sure, you know? If I go slinging trouble on others out there, trouble might be done unto me, and I don&#39;t want that.&quot; She brushes her fingers through her hair and climbs into the jeep.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;No such thing as heroes, Otto.&quot; Phosphrous shakes her head, pulling the other door of the jeep open and lodging her rucksack between the two seats, leaving someone else to take the middle slot. It&#39;s a big pack. She moves her rifle to a more comfortable position, making sure that the barrel is pointed towards the ceiling. &quot;If the vehicle is having issues, I might be able to do some minor fixing. We always had to do a little bit of field maintenance if something got fucked.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus climbs into the jeep after Otto explains that the place is abandoned with only waistland raiders usually coming near. His drones follow him into the jeep as he says, &quot;Thugs around the farm? Well we might just get to make the area a bit more safe for scavangers.&quot; he says. He leans back a bit and snickers for a moment, &quot;I might just have to look into any possibility of making and marketing motor-vehicles... maybe even some for in-bubble use. They use to be everywhere before P-Day so might as well see if they&#39;re still a marketable commodity.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The fennec reaches into his pack and shoves a laptop in Ebreus&#39; hands. &quot;Play us some funky beats, Eb!&quot; he calls out before pressing down on the gas pedal, the tires spinning up with a loud screech before they accelerate rapidly and drive off into the distance, leaving a dust cloud in their wake! &quot;Oh yeah! She runs like a dream!&quot; Otto yips happily, unphased by the lack of the bubble&#39;s signal. <br />
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He turns to give the panda a nudge and a smile &quot;Lighten up you grump. You were pretty damn amazing in there. Sure, I didn&#39;t see it, but I heard all about it. Wayda keep your cool.&quot; he winks at her, before making a slight turn, the jeep&#39;s engine purring a satisfying rumble all along the way. &quot;Anyway! If you lot have any questions, now&#39;s the time! Otherwise, enjoy the beats! We should be arriving not long from now!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris has his own feelings about the way things were handled on that last mission, but he keeps them to himself, sticking his head out the window and enjoying the wind in his face and the bugs in his teeth as he takes in the scenery.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">It turns out to be a good thing the big tanuki is in the front with some extra leg room. As soon as the jeep clears the bubble, he starts to gradually expand! Becoming even larger than usual!</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel folds her arms, leaning back in her seat. She was chubby, maybe, but short. She did not take up much room. &quot;And what did Phosphorus do?&quot; She asks, closing her eyes. &quot;Unless you mean back at the mall. In which case I suppose the question still stands. I was tending to Rod at the time, so I missed most of what was going on up front.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">The panda took up a fair amount of space, but this was more due to what she was wearing than her body shape is. Phosphorus ultimately sighs, and leans the forehead of her helmet against the barrel of her rifle, closing her eyes and giving a simple recount of the situation. &quot;Someone had a gun. Someone was provoking them to use the gun. I removed the gun from them.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus looks through the musical options on the computer for a few moments before picking something. He thinks for a moment before asking, &quot;Well do we have an idea of how well armed these &#39;thugs&#39; are suppose to be and are we expecting to be able to extract everything in one go or is this going to be several trips?&quot; As they reach the edge of the bubble his drones drop slightly and an instant later everyone can feel a mini-bubble going up as Ebreus&#39; drones return to their previous altitude. &quot;Mini-Bubble up.&quot; he comments, letting everyone know he&#39;s the source of the bubble.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;Sadly, I have no idea... the scouts didn&#39;t report anything specific like that, but eh... I doubt they&#39;re toting miniguns and rocket launchers.&quot; Otto shrugs lightly and jams out to the tunes of Black Sabbath, even headbanging some! The better part of a half hour passes as the group speeds along the ever-worsening highway, the jeep&#39;s suspension trying and mostly failing to make the ride smooth, those old parts needing some replacing it would seem. Perhaps if Otto owned one of his own, it would be in better repair, but that was besides the point... The landscape changes twice over around them, from a vast desert with no end, to a wide expanse of grassy hills, before they would find themselves having to slow down and follow a dirty path through some densely packed woodlands. <br />
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The path is bumpy and unstable, mostly a dirt road that has long since seen proper use, though still wide enough to fit a car through... just barely. &quot;Oh... no.&quot; Otto sighs once he spots something blocking their way. Nay, not something, someone... A human of all things, dressed in fatigues with a rifle hanging across his back, pure and perfect but filthier in his intentions than all of Zephyr combined. He greets them with a wide smile and a wave of one hand. &quot;Well, well! Nice wagon you have there folks.&quot; the menacing man sneers as Otto pulls the handbrake. <br />
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&quot;Hmmm, you&#39;re some of those freaks from the west, aren&#39;t you? Well, it doesn&#39;t matter. This patch of land belongs to me and my family, and you lot are trespassing.&quot; he folds his arms, a confident, even smug demeanor clear about him &quot;Not to worry, all is forgiven, simply pay the toll and go right on through. Refuse? Well... that&#39;s just plain rude, and we&#39;ll have to teach you some manners...&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris is not really a fan of Black Sabbath, but with his head out the window, he can&#39;t really hear much over the roar of the wind and the rattling of the jeep along the road. <br />
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As the jeep rumbles to a stop, the burly tanuki wastes no time in opening his door and stepping out of the vehicle, rising to stand nearly seven and a half feet tall with brawny girth to match. &quot;Sure!&quot; he says with a pleasant smile on his face. He produces a large package of knock-off oreos from somewhere in his robes and waddles up toward the man in fatigues. &quot;Cookie?&quot; he offers, standing uncomfortably close. Not threatening, exactly, but very big. &quot;I don&#39;t have much, but what I have I share.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel perks an ear and reclines in the back seat, sighing. Just their luck. She would let Fenris- And maybe others, do the talking. She was fully aware that dealing with bandits would be more like to rile her up.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus opens her eyes, but does not move her head. Bandits. She remains visibly calm, though her pulse quickens just a tad. She leans back, peering through the window critically at the man. More importantly, she looks out the window, looking for signs of an ambush. This was all too common, in war, and after the apocalypse. Always someone waiting.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus nods... or his he just headbanging in response to Otto telling him that they don&#39;t know how well the thugs are armed. The bumps and jostles of the poor road conditions hardly phase Ebreus who spends most of the time up until the jeep stops enjoying the music. &quot;Hmm?&quot; he hums as he hears Otto. He peers through the front windshield and seeing the human blocking their path as Fenris gets out to... well be Fenris is all his cool and unusual glory. He opens the door next to him and lets his drones out to establish a perimiter before stepping out with small plumes of nanite fire surrounding him as he rises to his own large standing hight. He glances around the area before settling his attention on the human and saying &quot;Right on both accounts. We&#39;re from the west and we&#39;re, to use the commonly accepted term, mutants.&quot; He stretches lightly now that he&#39;s not confined to the jeep and continues, &quot;I know a lot&#39;s changed but these roads were public, just doesn&#39;t seem right to have a toll with no signs beforehand.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Once the drones fan out, the sounds of gunfire echo through the dense woodlands, one of the machines coming back tumbling and damaged onto the path behind the jeep, the other crashing somewhere deep in the woodlands. The other two drones either remain undetected, or unattacked. &quot;That was a warning. You lot keep your weapons where I can see them or else you&#39;ll be eating lead.&quot; the man warns, his scowl so deep that his brows nearly met his nose. &quot;Tell you what though... I&#39;ll let you pass for the rest of those drones and a gallon of fuel.&quot; the man sneers as he flicks a cookie into his maw. &quot;Mmmm, and these too.&quot; <br />
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&quot;Great...&quot; Otto butts his forehead against the steering wheel. &quot;That fuel will come out of my pocket. But fine, I can pay up for that.&quot; he growls under his breath only so much that the others around the car could hear, though by the looks of that grin spreading on the man&#39;s face, he&#39;d picked up on that too. He goes on to say &quot;So far as me and my family&#39;s concerned, this road&#39;s mine. Now what&#39;ll it be? I&#39;m trying to do you folks here a favor. I can just give the signal and we can loot all y&#39;all&#39;s things, not just the fuel and drones! You know what?&quot; he draws his rifle and glares daggers at them &quot;I think I AM being a tad TOO generous with you. So consider it a limited time offer. You got one minute before I give the signal and y&#39;all are turned to swiss cheese.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris raises a finger and waggles it back at Ebreus. &quot;I am not a mutant,&quot; he admonishes, never turning his pleasant, round face from the brigand before him, &quot;I am a tanuki. There is an important distinction.&quot; The burly tanuki does not step away as the bandit raises his gun. &quot;It is what I am both inside and out,&quot; he explains, his smile never slipping, &quot;It is a way of life as well as my shape.&quot; His little smile becomes a wide grin. &quot;And it comes with some perks!&quot; <br />
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That said, the tanuki suddenly lunges forward to wrap himself around the brigand in front of him before rolling himself into a ball, bandit and all and making like a wrecking ball out of the way of any retribution from the trees.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel knits her brow. This is why she preferred to travel by foot! She keeps her voice low when she grumbles something about degenerate neanderthals. She had none of her things at stake, at least. &quot;I don&#39;t suppose your drones have a self destruct on them, do they?&quot; She asks quietly of Ebreus. &quot;Could give them a proper gift.&quot; Or Fenris could start the show. &quot;Aww hell.&quot; She lays back, clear of the windows, and covers her head just in case.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;There are no heroes.&quot; Phosphorus echos herself from earlier, peering at Ebreus with a wary eye. She growls as she kicks the door open, pulling her smoke grenades and laying down cover to one side of the jeep&#39;s flank, controlling the lines of fire, obscuring the vehicle. The panda takes cover by the smoke, careful not to place herself in the noxious vapors, clicking her rifle&#39;s safety off, watching the opened section of the woods with her gun at the ready. &quot;I have another smoke grenade left. We should get going, and set up a defense further up the road, preferably out of the forest. We&#39;re at a bad spot.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">The moment Ebreus sees his damaged drones a loud growl emanates from his muzzle and the fires around him flair up. He stairs daggers at this petty bandit, totally ignoring Edels words as he draws his shotguns. Seeing the tanuki... do that to the bandit ahead of him he shouts out, &quot;Counter offer: leave your guns, ammo and supplies and walk away with your lives!&quot; He commands his remaining drones to open fire on Humans as soon as they&#39;re detected. He takes cover by the jeep as he prepares to punish them for damaging his drones. &quot;Anyone see them?&quot; he asks those by the jeep.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The man is given but a moment only to let off the first note of a shrill cry, before he is tumbled away at breakneck speeds by Fenris and his tanuki antics. He doesn&#39;t even get a chance to hear what Ebreus had to say, though the large mutant&#39;s words are swiftly drowned out by the cascade of gunfire. Bullets rain upon the jeep, Otto and Edel both ducking for cover, the fennec thankfully small enough to make that easy on himself, and Edel smart enough to dodge a bullet to the head with her swift thinking once Fenris acts. <br />
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The tanuki was long gone, likely keeping the bandit leader pinned and disabled further into the woodlands somewhere, and as for the rest of the team? Hard armor and tactical hiding behind the jeep doors offers just enough protection to ward off gunshot wounds. Adding to that the grenade Phosphorus had thrown forcing a thick blind spot for the enemy marksmen, and the team were given just enough time for Otto to scream out, &quot;GET IN! NOW!!!&quot; he starts the jeep up and revs the engine. They had seconds before he shifted into gear and floored it.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris bounces happily along the road, like a furry boulder until he feels like he has put enough distance between himself and the other bandits. Then he unrolls himself and artfully lands on the burly fellow he had brought along with him. &quot;You know,&quot; he addresses the brigand, who is either badly rattled or unconscious by this point, &quot;That&#39;s a nice uniform. Do you have any with name tags? I like uniforms.&quot; He keeps the man pinned down while he recovers his bearings, ready to pop him one if he struggles too much.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel dresses light. Her bodysuit does not provide much protection, but the vehicle does, at least. She contemplates jumping out, but if they&#39;re moving... She reconsiders. She does take advantage of Ebreus&#39; regulation nanomagic, though, materializing a loose-fitting jumpsuit over her own bodysuit, the pattern and colouration mimicking the woodland around them. Good preparation for when she -does-.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus quickly re-embarks, hail of bullets clattering against the jeep, the panda climbing up into the vehicle with her rifle at the ready, still scanning the open line of forest, ready to start firing again. She would throw her last smoke grenade behind them, once the vehicle started moving, attempting to provide some cover so they can flee safely. &quot;Once we get to the farm,&quot; Phos says, voice level, &quot;We need to set up a defensive area. I have my sniper with me - but some traps would be rather nice, yes.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus continues to growl in fury at the bandits as the hail of gunfire strikes the far side of the jeep. He couldn&#39;t tell if the rounds were jacketed or not in this bullet-storm. He orders the shield drone and medibot back to him, the form or defending the latter to the best of it&#39;s ability, to he as he snags the downed mechanical drone. He tosses the wreck into the Jeep as the functional drones pile in. He pulls the pin from one of his hand grenades and tosses it over the jeep just before popping into the jeep and slamming the door. &quot;In!&quot; he says as he prepares to return fire out the windows.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The man looks as though he is about ready to throw up those cookies he&#39;d had. Too sick to struggle, he mutters and gurgles something incomprehensible under Fenris as the sounds of gunfire come in from the far distance. &quot;Wuh...b...fug-you...&quot; he blurbs and collapses his head back onto the ground, looking rather defeated. <br />
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Meanwhile in the line of fire, Otto pulls the handbrake and the jeep darts off, the tires digging slightly into the ground as the rubber burns against it before departure. Thank the stars, they were all okay. The trio drive right past Fenris and towards the forest&#39;s exit, nearly slamming into the Tanuki on their panicked way out of the woodlands. <br />
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Thankfully, the forest&#39;s edge is but a mere hundred or so feet ahead, and Otto manages to stop the jeep at the side of the road and turn off the engine. &quot;Everyone okay?&quot; he asks and takes a deep breath, his forehead butting the steering wheel. &quot;I think we might have lost one of the tires, but we can&#39;t leave Fen behind either. Anyone wanna go back and find him? I need to check for damage.&quot; he announces as he gets out of the car.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris smiles pleasantly down at his captive, then flips him over and strips him of his fatigues. He rigs up something like a strait-jacket with the trousers, but keeps the coat and other bits and pieces for himself. &quot;I love uniforms,&quot; he says happily, trotting away from the bound and defeated brute, checking through the pouches and pockets he has claimed for himself as he jogs off after the others.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">&quot;I am alright, and I can go back,&quot; Edel volunteers. &quot;I am nimble on my feet, and besides. He is a fellow tanuki, and my friend and champion besides. It would be remiss of me to leave someone behind,&quot; she says, hopping out of the jeep. &quot;Unless you would rather me help with the jeep? Though I can lend my aid to that when I return, too.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;I can also go back. I&#39;m not too great at vehicles, but I do know how to do some basic maintenance tasks. I&#39;ll just need to take off some of this armor, and I should be good to go.&quot; Phosphorus says, peering over at Edel and Ebreus with a raised eyebrow. &quot;I do not think it is safe for anyone to remain alone, however. A lone agent is vulnerable - I would rather none of us be exposed.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus keeps watch for them out the back windshield as Otto high-tails it out of the combat zone. As the jeep comes to a halt he looks down to his damaged drone and sighs. He opens the door he hopped through to escape the hail of munitions and says, &quot;Edel, did you bring any tinkering tools? I have a drone to fix.&quot; as he steps out of the jeep holding his damaged drone. He looks back to the forest then to Edel and Otto. &quot;Or I could go help Fen and you could tinker.&quot; he offers. He then nods at Phos, &quot;So two of us go and two of us stay.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The fennec sighs deeply as he circles the car and notes that yep... they&#39;d lost not just one, but two of their tires, and what was worse is that they had only one spare in the trunk. &quot;Well, Edel... either we&#39;ll have to hike to the farm and hope we find another tire there, or someone here knows how to fix rubber. I sure don&#39;t. Phos makes a strong point though, take someone with ya if yer&#39; going!&quot; Otto sighs and hangs his head dejectedly as he opens up the trunk and retrieves their only spare and a car jack. &quot;Do what you will, be it now or later, I could use your help here. OKAY EVERYONE! We&#39;re taking a break while we get the tire situation sorted out!&quot; Otto announces as he places the jack under the chassis and starts to crank one side up, the one side where they&#39;d taken the most gunfire, and the one side where they&#39;d lost both tires to bullet holes. It was a wonder that the other side had survived, though Phosphorus and Ebreus&#39; interventions were likely what saved them from having four flats rather than two!</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris finishes digging around and examining his new acquisition, depositing his new clothing in his small pack along with most of the things stored in them. He munches down an energy bar he found in a pouch and washes it down with the entire contents of a hip flask filled with either really bad vodka or superior paint stripper and tosses the empty flask into his bag. Then business tended to, the tanuki gives a little hop, skip, and a jump, diving forward and wrapping himself once more into a furry wrecking ball to make his way down the road. <br />
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Eat your heart out, speedy blue hedgehog!</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">Edel purses her lips. &quot;... As much as I would love to go back, then, strategically speaking, I am better off here to fix this. I do have my tools,&quot; she says, patting the strap of her duffle. &quot;You two make tracks then. Rubber is not the easiest thing to fix, but I can patch one if I hurry, before we lose too much air,&quot; she says, dropping her bag to the ground and unzipping it, ready to get to work.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;Right then.&quot; Phosphorus takes her helmet off, flicking up her visor, undoing a chin and back-of-head strap, and pulling the whole thing off. She tucks a few loose strands of hair back where it should go, setting the helmet in the vehicle, and undoes some of her side plates to her vest, shoving those back into the jeep, too. The panda extracts a roll of duct tape, sealing her pants and jackets&#39; holes closed, to avoid noise. She sticks her revolver and holster, along with her sniper, in there, but keeps her other pistol, and her rifle. &quot;Right. Should I just go alone? We need to be quiet, Ebreus.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus nods as he sets the damaged drone down on the hood of the jeep. &quot;If you can maintain a bubble I can patch tires.&quot; he says. He reaches into the jeep and grabs his &#39;nade pouch then looks to Phosphorus, &quot;I&#39;m ready to get Fenris.&quot; he says as he looks down the road back to where Fenris was. WHen Phos says they have to be quiet he nods, &quot;It isn&#39;t my specialty but I can be quest.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;Okay then. Thanks Edel.&quot; Otto flashes her a smile as he gets to work on changing the less damaged tire, leaving the more complex job of patching the slowly deflating less damaged one to her. &quot;Be careful back there, you two! And I&#39;d listen to Phos, Eb. Would rather we&#39;re not caught with our pants down over here. Kinda can&#39;t go anywhere right now, so if they learn we&#39;re still around and want vengeance... yeeeeah... just, be discrete, okay?&quot; he flashes them a worried smile, then returns to his work.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris bounces and rolls happily along the road, composing a little rolling song as he goes. It goes something like this: <br />
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?Roll! Roll! Roll!&quot; ad nauseum. Fortunately for everyone, he is far too busy doing the actual rolling to sing out loud.</div><br> <br><div title="Edel">&quot;Don&#39;t worry about the drone. I will give it a patch-up free of charge, just let me finish with the vehicle,&quot; Edel says, seeing as she had already started. &quot;I just needed to get it patched before the air ran away. You just worry about getting our five man band back together, eh?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;You&#39;ll want to leave the grenades here, unless you happen to have some more smoke grenades. Doesn&#39;t have to be WP, just something in case we need to run. We&#39;re going to take the forest route - the road is dangerous, too high risk.&quot; Phosphorus says, sternly, peering at Ebreus with a raised eyebrow. She shakes her head and starts heading into the forest - the side that she hadn&#39;t smoked off - her ears peaked and her eyes wary, looking for any sign of the missing tanuki.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus smiles at Edel and says, &quot;Thank you. It&#39;s been with me for quite some time.&quot; he says. He then looks back to Phosphorus with a smile and says, &quot;Oh? Alright.&quot; he says and tosses the grenades back into the jeep. &quot;I&#39;ll need to make some smoke &#39;nades when we get back.&quot; he says.</div>[[Category:RPLogs]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Arborwatch_Manor_-_Fairhaven_School_Fund_Raiser_-_RPLOG&diff=717385Arborwatch Manor - Fairhaven School Fund Raiser - RPLOG2018-03-04T08:27:28Z<p>Otto: /* Log */</p>
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<div>=Participants=<br />
* [[Ebreus]]<br />
* [[Maya]]<br />
* [[Michi]]<br />
* [[Niles]]<br />
* [[Otto]]<br />
* [[Renaria]]<br />
=Date=<br />
3/3/2018<br />
=Log=<br />
<div></div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Various drinks and confectionery line the table off to the side, and the entire estate was seemingly wiped and cleaned to perfection for the event. Sweet aromas of cookies, bacon strips, cake, several kinds of tea, fine wine and other delicious odors waft throughout the air, a few mutants already enjoying themselves here and there, idly conversing with a drink or a snack in hand. <br />
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Meanwhile the host was near the main door, idly conversing with a well dressed feline about the upcoming addition to the city. The place seemed mostly peaceful for now, and the coffers empty... though the event had only just started. Both Otto and his housekeeper paid close attention to the door, routinely coming out to check for new arrivals.</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi made his way up to the door, wearing a nervous smile of anticipation as he made his way past the first door, and stepped up to the second. The husky took a moment to look down at himself and his outfit, frowning a bit and adjusting a few of the items. &quot;I knew I should have made a suit long ago.&quot; He mutters to himself, but finally lifts his hand to knock at the door. Pulling in a comforting sharp breath, he waited for an answer, his tail wagging just slightly with excitement.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus strolls down the stairs to the foyer as the event begins. Wearing his formal suit for the occasion he looks over those who have already arrived. He smiles noting the host and housekeeper are present for the event. He makes his way to one of the table and loiters out of the way.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">It was the feline, of all people, who answers the door, moving in to open the heavy portal, swinging it open and flashing Michi a smile, clearly identifying him. With a light bow, he gestures towards Otto, the hound already on his way to wrap his arms around the husky. &quot;Hi sunshine!&quot; he greets, his tail wagging behind him. &quot;So glad you could come! Please make yourself at home, grab some snacks, mingle if you&#39;d like!&quot; the hound cheers and leans in to peck that cheek. &quot;Oh! You&#39;re here about the school, right? How great is that! It&#39;s so close-by! You won&#39;t have to make that damnable commute any more!&quot; His glance snapping away from Michi for a moment, Otto gives Ebreus a wave and a nod, not sure why he&#39;d dressed so formally, but hey! Anyone looks good in a suit!</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> The nekomata, Maya, has a small suitcase she wheels behind her as she walks up to the school&#39;s opening. She&#39;s dressed primly, her outfit and demeanor showing her to be a librarian. She wears a black waistcoat, black slacks, a white vest, horn-rimmed glasses, and her white hair done up in a bun. She purrs lightly as she approaches the door. &quot;This is for the school opening, correct? I wanted to make a donation from my collection of the Clairmont University Library.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Harold is the one who answers the nekomata, the sharply dressed feline looking quite pleased to see another. He silently nods and gestures towards Maya to come right in and directs her towards Otto, who was still chatting with Michi about things. Closing the door behind them, the housekeeper returns to his duties, offering snacks and refills to folks in the room.</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi gives the feline a nod in greeting. &quot;Hello Harold, n-nice seeing you again.&quot; The husky giggles at the hug though, &quot;Y-yep, really glad this project will be going forward.&quot; His tail was wagging more now, &quot;F-figured I better show up...you know be present, network and all that.&quot; Rubbing his nape, he nods at Otto. &quot;Right.&quot; He glances over to the Nekotama who enters. &quot;Hello, nice to meet you.&quot; He gives her a warm, if slightly sheepish smile. </div><br> <br><div title="Niles">The lone bookshelf on the wall swings open and a curvy bunny steps out. He&#39;s wearing cut off jeans and a black, sleeveless hoodie that also is cut off to reveal his midriff. He stretches his arms above his head before opening his eyes. He blinks in confusion as he scans the foyer. His eyes fall to the hellhound. &quot;Baaaabe. Who are these people? Why are there snacks everywhere?&quot; He says as he goes to a table and grabs a handful of snacks without missing a beat. He nods to the husky. &quot;Hey Michi. How&#39;s it going?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus watched from his position as more people arrive. He snatches a morsel off the table and moves over to the group. &quot;Hello.&quot; he greets. Seeing Otto hug Niles he grins, &quot;Guess you two are familiar with each other.&quot; he says,</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Otto snickers and nods, then looks over towards Maya. &quot;Hello there! Welcome to Arborwatch. I&#39;ll be with you in but a moment!&quot; Otto raises one finger to ask her to wait, then moves over towards Ebreus. &quot;Wow, more folks showed up than I thought, Eb... Pretty crazy eh? Like the suit, but you&#39;re a touch overdressed. Heh~&quot; he mutters quietly as he grabs oe of the cookies within reach, only to have his eyes drawn away by Niles&#39; arrival. &quot;Eh? Oh. You didn&#39;t...?&quot; the hound looks a touch flabbergasted. &quot;I was sure I told you. I am hosting a small gathering to raise funds for a public project in the works.&quot; before turning back towards Ebreus. &quot;Yep. Pretty familiar.&quot; the hound gives Niles&#39; ass a quick pinch and shoots him a wink.</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> Maya bows the other cat, purring softly as she smiles. She gives a nod to the husky and a wave. &quot;Hello there. I suppose I should Introduce myself?&quot; She lets the question hang in the air. &quot;Then I suppose I must. I am Maya Maloney. Librarian of Clairmont Library.&quot; She offers a hand to Michi in greeting.</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi shakes Maya&#39;s hand, smiling at her. &quot;Michael Toft Jensen, or Michi, as everyone calls me. I work for the school in Eureka. Was hoping to lend my expertise to the school here when it opens.&quot; The canine blinks a bit as he hears Niles, but turns to give a shy wave. &quot;H-heya Niles.&quot; The canine shifts a little from foot to foot, the insides of his ears turning a little redder. &quot;How have you been?&quot; He asks the bunny. The husky looks over to the other hellhound, Ebreus and gives him a nod in greeting &quot;Hello, d-don&#39;t think I&#39;ve met you before.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">Niles blinks at Otto before nodding. &quot;Riiiiight. Thaaaaat.&quot; He says slowly before coughing. &quot;That&#39;s today, huh?&quot; He raises an eyebrow at Ebreus before arching his back and yelping as Otto pinches him. He looks at Otto with red cheeks. &quot;So, what kinda project is it?&quot; Then he suddenly turns to Michi. &quot;You mean Michi isn&#39;t actually your name?&quot; The bunny asks incredulously. Then he shrugs. &quot;Doing pretty alright now that I got you and Otto in the same room.&quot; He says and giggles to himself as he munches on more snacks.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus nods to Ottos response. &quot;Yeah, I guess I am... just though a charity get together and my mind defaulted to formal attire.&quot; he says with a shrug. &quot;Oh? I am Ebreus, nice to meet you Michi.&quot; he says, extending a hand to shake.</div><br> <br><div title="Renaria">Renaria would come down from the upstairs rooms, the huntress in a dress that seems to be cut from dark silk, looking like a star-filled sky. The dress compliments her glowing pale skin excellently. She would also have a ring of bright lights around her left wrist, the Bow of the Stars not usually a fashion object, but Ren wasn&#39;t one to show up underdressed. She would take measured steps down to the Foyer, smiling softly and making her way to Otto, planting a quick peck on his cheek and saying meekly &quot;Hope I got it right, usually not one to dress up.&quot; she would look to the other guest, glad to hear some introductions, but staying a bit reserved herself</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> &quot;To be honest, Ebreus, same. Though I&#39;m not just representing myself.&quot; Maya nods a bit, looking to the host. She&#39;s a bit surprised everyone seems to know him quite well, though she&#39;s barely familiar with his name. Her twinned tails wave a bit behindher as she looks over the new entries with curiosity.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Swinging an arm around the huntress, Otto leans in to peck her cheek in return, whispering into her ear &quot;You look beautiful.&quot; before slowly parting from her. &quot;I&#39;ll let the others explain that, sorry. I need to take care of some business. You folks enjoy, the first and second floors are open, explore, poke around all you like!&quot; Otto smiles and turns his attention to Maya. &quot;Miss Maloney, charmed to meet you. You mentioned making a donation?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi shakes Ebreus&#39;s hand, &quot;P-pleased to meet you too.&quot; The husky smiles wryly at Niles. &quot;W-well..it isn&#39;t. Or...well, might as well be these days. Bu my real name is Michael. I d-din&#39;t figure you the type for formal addressing though.&quot; The canine looks over to Renaria, &quot;You have a lot of people living with you here, Otto.&quot; The canine rubs his nape, before looking over to Maya, &quot;I k-kinda wish I brought a suit too...or well...had one now, seeing the people here.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> &quot;Yes. I wanted to donate books to the school, as well as creds. I have spent the last two years collecting books and scanning them to save them from nanite damage. So I have many books captured electronically. I wanted to donate copies of those books. I have the hard drives with me. They are nanite shielded, so the only worry you should have about them is data decay that happens normally with time.&quot; Maya gives a sheepish grin, tapping the suitcase at her feet.</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">Niles is content to just watch the proceedings and munch on the snakes as a breakfast. He shrugs at Michi. &quot;Pretty unfair to spring formality on me.&quot; He says. &quot;I need time to prepare.&quot; He says and giggles to himself again. His eyes raise to Ren as she descends the stairs and an eyebrow raises as Otto kisses her cheek. The bunny nods at Michi&#39;s words. &quot;I didn&#39;t even realize there were bedrooms up there.&quot; Then his ears stand on end at Maya&#39;s words. &quot;School?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;The place has grown, yes. I am considering rebuilding a private wing, kind of like the study, but...&quot; he shrugs &quot;All in due time, sorry...&quot; he turns his attention back towards Maya. &quot;That... that&#39;s wonderful!&quot; he exclaims as he peers down at the case. &quot;Preserved books, these are so rare these days! You&#39;re sure you won&#39;t need these?&quot; he asks and casts her a curious glance &quot;Not to sound ungrateful, no no no! Just, nevermind. Thank you so much!&quot; Otto smiles widely and summosn Harold with a wave, the feline approaching and offering to accept the physical donation from Maya. &quot;How much freecred shall I put you down for, miss Maloney?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Maya">Maya spends 30000000 Freecred for RP reasons.</div><br> <br><div title="Renaria">Renaria would look to maya curiously, but would decide not to pursue. The huntress would try to look relaxed, to little success, she had been busy recently, and would apologize to Michi &quot;I&#39;m just usually overdressed, perhaps my idea was a bit more on the formal side.&quot; she would hum gently to herself</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus smiles as he hears Maya intending to doneate books. &quot;Yeah, it&#39;s always nice to have a good suit.&quot; he says to Michi. He studies Rens dress as she comes down the stairs and chuckles as the comment about bedrooms is made, &quot;There&#39;s a few up there.&quot; he says.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;There are guest rooms up on the third floor, actually. Though Ebreus and company are more like tenants.&quot; Otto clarifies and waves a hand, then snaps his glance onto Niles &quot;Yeah! Isn&#39;t it great?! This event is to make sure the school is well equipped and provided for. With kids growing up so fast, we&#39;ll want them to be well educated for when they start their lives!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">Niles frowns in thought and moves over to examine the books, peering around Otto as he keeps munching. &quot;Hm.&quot; He says and swallows. He looks at Otto with a flat expression. &quot;Yeah, sounds great.&quot; He mutters. Before straightening up a bit and shrugging. &quot;Well, if you&#39;re gonna complain about how you&#39;re dressed, just look at me. Hardly the outfit for a... charity drive, or whatever this is.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi fiddles nervously with his tail &quot;I g-guess so...&quot; The canine smiles softly &quot;S-still...you look fine, d-don&#39;t worry about it.&quot; The canine steps over to one of the tables, getting himself a drink and a few snacks, breathing a little sigh, before turning to look back at the crowd. &quot;Books will add to a good start indeed.&quot; His tail is wagging behind him. He pauses for a moment, thinking a little to himself before stepping over towards Otto &quot;I&#39;d like to donate too...it&#39;s a good cause.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus smiles, &quot;Good to see so many people chipping in. If any of my philosophy books would be helpful your welcome to them.&quot; he says, smiling at the group, &quot;Might be for advanced classes or something.&quot; he shrugs.</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> Maya whispers the cred amount to Otto, smiling a bit. &quot;I don&#39;t know the exact value of the collection, sorry. I hope this is enough to help get things moving a bit better. I want to see some return to former civilization, even if that means just getting people to school.&quot; She nods, and gives a bow.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus spends 100000 Freecred for RP reasons.</div><br> <br><div title="Renaria">Renaria nods to michi, not wanting to impose on the obviously timid canid. The huntress stays toward the the edge of the room for a bit, realizing that she may want to give some herself, perhaps after the party as to not impose. She would allow the others to go to her lover without being predated upon by a talkative huntress.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The hound had known Niles long enough to tell something was wrong there... but that is a can of worms he&#39;d open later in private with the bunny. For now, he was too busy picking his jaw up off the ground once he hears the value Maya intended to donate. &quot;Sweet jumping jehosaphat!&quot; he exclaims as he dots her down, a beep from his comm unit confirming the money transaction. &quot;Th-that&#39;s... well, heh...&quot; he gets a grip before revealing the actual number and clears the value on his comm, then turns to Ebreus and nods, &quot;Thank you, Eb! I&#39;ll dot you down as well, I am sure we can find an excellent use for them!&quot; his glance snaps onto Michi, a warm smile cast as he nods &quot;I thought you might, sunshine. Whisper me the value if you&#39;d prefer to keep it hush hush.&quot; Otto nods and readies his comm unit, his eyes falling onto Ren for a moment... a thought forming in his head, before returning to Michi.</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi gives a thankful nod, leaning in to whisper something at Otto, before pulling back with a warm smile. &quot;B-but...you&#39;ve got lots of guests to attend to, so I-I&#39;ll let you get to that.&quot; The canine leans in and pecks Otto&#39;s cheek, before making his way over to one of the tables, a bit aside from the group of people, sipping his drink.</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi spends 3000000 Freecred for RP reasons.</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">Niles waves a hand and shrugs. &quot;If it means that much to you, I&#39;m sure I have a few freecred kicking around I&#39;m not using.&quot; He watches Renaria as she moves to the side of the room before flinching at Otto&#39;s exclamation. His ears twitch a bit before wondering around to the the drinks table and pouring himself a glass of something.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The hound goes a little wide-eyed once he hears those words, meeting Michi&#39;s eyes for a moment, a worried expression crossing his features. &quot;You&#39;re sure?&quot; he mutters, but deep down the canine knew Michi was dead serious. A soft *beep* from his comm unit, and it was done. &quot;Thank you, sunshine.&quot; he answers warmly &quot;Enjoy yourself, I&#39;ll be here if you want to chat!&quot; That done, he casts Niles a curious, if a touch amused glance, &quot;It means a lot to everyone.&quot; he nods &quot;Are you sure you want to do this? No going back once I push confirm!&quot; Otto chuckles, his tail swaying slowly behind him.</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> Maya headtilts a bit, nodding. &quot;Best of luck to you with this venture.&quot; She heads over to grab some snacks, purring as she grabs some smoked salmon and cheese, nibbling on her food. She looks to the others. &quot;So, i only know Otto and Ebreus, and now Michi.Can I get your names?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">Niles shrugs. &quot;Babe, I can&#39;t remember the last time I spend cred on anything.&quot; He tosses a wink at Otto. &quot;If I need funds, I&#39;ll just pump you. You&#39;ve got a mansion, after all.&quot; He says as he brushes his hands on his pants and moves to get more snacks. &quot;I&#39;m sure whatever I&#39;ve got to throw around isn&#39;t as much as this loaded group.&quot; He says, smiling at Michi before turning to Maya. &quot;Hm? I&#39;m Niles. I live with the hot one overe there.&quot; He says nodding to Otto as he pulls out his comm and taps out a sum to send to the hellhound.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus smiles as he sees Otto's expression at the whispered value of the donation. &quot;Sounds like we can afford to pay some teachers a decent salary.&quot; he comments. He raises an eyebrow as Niles says he lives with Otto but doesn&#39;t comment on it.</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">Niles spends 300000 Freecred for RP reasons.</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi seems to relax a little now that he was out of the spotlight again. He sips his drinks as he glances around, nodding at Maya as she mentions him. He munches a bit on snacks as well, though mostly nibbling on one for a while. &quot;Yeah....this is place keeps impressing me every time.&quot; He looks up to the ceiling and around. &quot;Certainly bigger than my place.&quot; He then raises his glass to Niles &quot;Thank you...the school will mean a lot to many people.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> &quot;It is a nice place. Certainly nicer than mine. I mean, I live out in the bath house by the Den in Clairmont. It&#39;s a small room but it has the perfect bed. took me a while to get the material for it.&quot; Maya purrs softly. &quot;I see. Hot one, hunh. I mean, he is a hellhound.&quot; She chuckles a bit.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;Whatever you say, you hot...&quot; he taps the confirmation into his comm unit &quot;...magnificent piece of ass, you.&quot; the hound teases and casts Niles a sultry wink and a grin. Turning to Ebreus, he clarifies, &quot;Niles has been bunking with me for the winter in the study. So, yeah! I&#39;m actually surprised you two never met.&quot; he shrugs, then sighs softly &quot;Seems like I have a lot of people coming and out these days.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">Niles shrugs with a smile at Otto. &quot;I never did learn the value of money. Is that a lot.&quot; He asks teasingly. Then he giggles and casts a glance at Ebreus. &quot;For the winter, he says. Sure thing, Babe.&quot; He says with a wink at Otto. The bunny grabs a cookie off a table and starts munching it. He shrugs at Michi. &quot;Lots of things mean things to lots of people.&quot; He says noncommittally.</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi nods &quot;Y-yeah...you seem to have a lot of people l-living here. I...didn&#39;t even know that actually.&quot; The canine downs the rest of his drink. &quot;Y-you know what I mean, Niles.&quot; Pouting a bit, he looks down into his now empty glass. &quot;I&#39;d rest easier...knowing my kids will learn something, and n-not have to travel as for to do so.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The hound snickers softly, then looks at the clock. Well, if anyone else wanted to come around, they would have been here by now. Reaching out, the hound grabs a half-filled wine glass and clears his throat, before speaking out loudly &quot;Everyone! I want to thank you for coming by, and for supporting the school with what you&#39;ve given. Every last freecred will go to improving things there, I will make sure of that personally! For now though, please enjoy yourselves, fee free to explore the estate if you&#39;d like. I made a personal promise to myself that I would add 20% to the total sum of the winnings, so...&quot; <br />
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*beep* his comm unit chymes, confirming another cred transaction from the hound&#39;s own coffers, the actual amount undisclosed. &quot;Months, weeks, maybe mere days from now, Fairhaven&#39;s youth will have a safe environment in which to study and grow, build upon that which their parents have, and make the world a better place. Today, thanks to you, yes, YOU, we&#39;ve taken a step in the right direction. It might not seem like a lot! But every little step matters.&quot; Raising his glass up to salute everyone in the room, Otto downs the drink in one swig, then tosses it behind his back, the glass shattering on the ground behind him. He traces Renaria as she wanders back upstairs, taking a note to join her later.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Otto spends 6680000 Freecred for RP reasons.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus nods, &quot;Yeah that is interesting that we haven&#39;t met. Who have you met who lives here, one a more permanent basis?&quot; he asks Niles. Listening to the announcement made by the other Hellhound he smiles and begins an applause seeing the amount that he had donated.</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">&quot;Nobody, really.&quot; Niles says to Eb. &quot;If Otto&#39;s not in it regularly, I don&#39;t care about rooms in this place.&quot; He rolls his eyes and gives a half-hearted toast with the cup in his hand as Otto gives his speech. At the mention that all the rooms are open to the public, Niles looks around. &quot;I dunno, maybe now would be a good time to start exploring.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi sets his glass down and adds to the applause, wearing a proud smile. &quot;And t-than you for being a fantastic host.&quot; The husky just leaves Ebreus and Niles to mingle, seeing that they had something to talk about, so Michi just stay at his table for now, nibbling at snacks.</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> With the announcement, Maya nods. &quot;I think this might be the point where I take my leave. Thank you for hosting, and I hope you have a wonderful evening.&quot;</div>[[Category:RPLogs]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Arborwatch_Manor_-_Fairhaven_School_Fund_Raiser_-_RPLOG&diff=717384Arborwatch Manor - Fairhaven School Fund Raiser - RPLOG2018-03-04T08:26:22Z<p>Otto: /* Log */</p>
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<div>=Participants=<br />
* [[Ebreus]]<br />
* [[Maya]]<br />
* [[Michi]]<br />
* [[Niles]]<br />
* [[Otto]]<br />
* [[Renaria]]<br />
=Date=<br />
3/3/2018<br />
=Log=<br />
<div></div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Various drinks and confectionery line the table off to the side, and the entire estate was seemingly wiped and cleaned to perfection for the event. Sweet aromas of cookies, bacon strips, cake, several kinds of tea, fine wine and other delicious odors waft throughout the air, a few mutants already enjoying themselves here and there, idly conversing with a drink or a snack in hand. <br />
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Meanwhile the host was near the main door, idly conversing with a well dressed feline about the upcoming addition to the city. The place seemed mostly peaceful for now, and the coffers empty... though the event had only just started. Both Otto and his housekeeper paid close attention to the door, routinely coming out to check for new arrivals.</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi made his way up to the door, wearing a nervous smile of anticipation as he made his way past the first door, and stepped up to the second. The husky took a moment to look down at himself and his outfit, frowning a bit and adjusting a few of the items. &quot;I knew I should have made a suit long ago.&quot; He mutters to himself, but finally lifts his hand to knock at the door. Pulling in a comforting sharp breath, he waited for an answer, his tail wagging just slightly with excitement.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus strolls down the stairs to the foyer as the event begins. Wearing his formal suit for the occasion he looks over those who have already arrived. He smiles noting the host and housekeeper are present for the event. He makes his way to one of the table and loiters out of the way.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">It was the feline, of all people, who answers the door, moving in to open the heavy portal, swinging it open and flashing Michi a smile, clearly identifying him. With a light bow, he gestures towards Otto, the hound already on his way to wrap his arms around the husky. &quot;Hi sunshine!&quot; he greets, his tail wagging behind him. &quot;So glad you could come! Please make yourself at home, grab some snacks, mingle if you&#39;d like!&quot; the hound cheers and leans in to peck that cheek. &quot;Oh! You&#39;re here about the school, right? How great is that! It&#39;s so close-by! You won&#39;t have to make that damnable commute any more!&quot; His glance snapping away from Michi for a moment, Otto gives Ebreus a wave and a nod, not sure why he&#39;d dressed so formally, but hey! Anyone looks good in a suit!</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> The nekomata, Maya, has a small suitcase she wheels behind her as she walks up to the school&#39;s opening. She&#39;s dressed primly, her outfit and demeanor showing her to be a librarian. She wears a black waistcoat, black slacks, a white vest, horn-rimmed glasses, and her white hair done up in a bun. She purrs lightly as she approaches the door. &quot;This is for the school opening, correct? I wanted to make a donation from my collection of the Clairmont University Library.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Harold is the one who answers the nekomata, the sharply dressed feline looking quite pleased to see another. He silently nods and gestures towards Maya to come right in and directs her towards Otto, who was still chatting with Michi about things. Closing the door behind them, the housekeeper returns to his duties, offering snacks and refills to folks in the room.</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi gives the feline a nod in greeting. &quot;Hello Harold, n-nice seeing you again.&quot; The husky giggles at the hug though, &quot;Y-yep, really glad this project will be going forward.&quot; His tail was wagging more now, &quot;F-figured I better show up...you know be present, network and all that.&quot; Rubbing his nape, he nods at Otto. &quot;Right.&quot; He glances over to the Nekotama who enters. &quot;Hello, nice to meet you.&quot; He gives her a warm, if slightly sheepish smile. </div><br> <br><div title="Niles">The lone bookshelf on the wall swings open and a curvy bunny steps out. He&#39;s wearing cut off jeans and a black, sleeveless hoodie that also is cut off to reveal his midriff. He stretches his arms above his head before opening his eyes. He blinks in confusion as he scans the foyer. His eyes fall to the hellhound. &quot;Baaaabe. Who are these people? Why are there snacks everywhere?&quot; He says as he goes to a table and grabs a handful of snacks without missing a beat. He nods to the husky. &quot;Hey Michi. How&#39;s it going?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus watched from his position as more people arrive. He snatches a morsel off the table and moves over to the group. &quot;Hello.&quot; he greets. Seeing Otto hug Niles he grins, &quot;Guess you two are familiar with each other.&quot; he says,</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Otto snickers and nods, then looks over towards Maya. &quot;Hello there! Welcome to Arborwatch. I&#39;ll be with you in but a moment!&quot; Otto raises one finger to ask her to wait, then moves over towards Ebreus. &quot;Wow, more folks showed up than I thought, Eb... Pretty crazy eh? Like the suit, but you&#39;re a touch overdressed. Heh~&quot; he mutters quietly as he grabs oe of the cookies within reach, only to have his eyes drawn away by Niles&#39; arrival. &quot;Eh? Oh. You didn&#39;t...?&quot; the hound looks a touch flabbergasted. &quot;I was sure I told you. I am hosting a small gathering to raise funds for a public project in the works.&quot; before turning back towards Ebreus. &quot;Yep. Pretty familiar.&quot; the hound gives Niles&#39; ass a quick pinch and shoots him a wink.</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> Maya bows the other cat, purring softly as she smiles. She gives a nod to the husky and a wave. &quot;Hello there. I suppose I should Introduce myself?&quot; She lets the question hang in the air. &quot;Then I suppose I must. I am Maya Maloney. Librarian of Clairmont Library.&quot; She offers a hand to Michi in greeting.</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi shakes Maya&#39;s hand, smiling at her. &quot;Michael Toft Jensen, or Michi, as everyone calls me. I work for the school in Eureka. Was hoping to lend my expertise to the school here when it opens.&quot; The canine blinks a bit as he hears Niles, but turns to give a shy wave. &quot;H-heya Niles.&quot; The canine shifts a little from foot to foot, the insides of his ears turning a little redder. &quot;How have you been?&quot; He asks the bunny. The husky looks over to the other hellhound, Ebreus and gives him a nod in greeting &quot;Hello, d-don&#39;t think I&#39;ve met you before.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">Niles blinks at Otto before nodding. &quot;Riiiiight. Thaaaaat.&quot; He says slowly before coughing. &quot;That&#39;s today, huh?&quot; He raises an eyebrow at Ebreus before arching his back and yelping as Otto pinches him. He looks at Otto with red cheeks. &quot;So, what kinda project is it?&quot; Then he suddenly turns to Michi. &quot;You mean Michi isn&#39;t actually your name?&quot; The bunny asks incredulously. Then he shrugs. &quot;Doing pretty alright now that I got you and Otto in the same room.&quot; He says and giggles to himself as he munches on more snacks.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus nods to Ottos response. &quot;Yeah, I guess I am... just though a charity get together and my mind defaulted to formal attire.&quot; he says with a shrug. &quot;Oh? I am Ebreus, nice to meet you Michi.&quot; he says, extending a hand to shake.</div><br> <br><div title="Renaria">Renaria would come down from the upstairs rooms, the huntress in a dress that seems to be cut from dark silk, looking like a star-filled sky. The dress compliments her glowing pale skin excellently. She would also have a ring of bright lights around her left wrist, the Bow of the Stars not usually a fashion object, but Ren wasn&#39;t one to show up underdressed. She would take measured steps down to the Foyer, smiling softly and making her way to Otto, planting a quick peck on his cheek and saying meekly &quot;Hope I got it right, usually not one to dress up.&quot; she would look to the other guest, glad to hear some introductions, but staying a bit reserved herself</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> &quot;To be honest, Ebreus, same. Though I&#39;m not just representing myself.&quot; Maya nods a bit, looking to the host. She&#39;s a bit surprised everyone seems to know him quite well, though she&#39;s barely familiar with his name. Her twinned tails wave a bit behindher as she looks over the new entries with curiosity.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Swinging an arm around the huntress, Otto leans in to peck her cheek in return, whispering into her ear &quot;You look beautiful.&quot; before slowly parting from her. &quot;I&#39;ll let the others explain that, sorry. I need to take care of some business. You folks enjoy, the first and second floors are open, explore, poke around all you like!&quot; Otto smiles and turns his attention to Maya. &quot;Miss Maloney, charmed to meet you. You mentioned making a donation?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi shakes Ebreus&#39;s hand, &quot;P-pleased to meet you too.&quot; The husky smiles wryly at Niles. &quot;W-well..it isn&#39;t. Or...well, might as well be these days. Bu my real name is Michael. I d-din&#39;t figure you the type for formal addressing though.&quot; The canine looks over to Renaria, &quot;You have a lot of people living with you here, Otto.&quot; The canine rubs his nape, before looking over to Maya, &quot;I k-kinda wish I brought a suit too...or well...had one now, seeing the people here.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> &quot;Yes. I wanted to donate books to the school, as well as creds. I have spent the last two years collecting books and scanning them to save them from nanite damage. So I have many books captured electronically. I wanted to donate copies of those books. I have the hard drives with me. They are nanite shielded, so the only worry you should have about them is data decay that happens normally with time.&quot; Maya gives a sheepish grin, tapping the suitcase at her feet.</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">Niles is content to just watch the proceedings and munch on the snakes as a breakfast. He shrugs at Michi. &quot;Pretty unfair to spring formality on me.&quot; He says. &quot;I need time to prepare.&quot; He says and giggles to himself again. His eyes raise to Ren as she descends the stairs and an eyebrow raises as Otto kisses her cheek. The bunny nods at Michi&#39;s words. &quot;I didn&#39;t even realize there were bedrooms up there.&quot; Then his ears stand on end at Maya&#39;s words. &quot;School?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;The place has grown, yes. I am considering rebuilding a private wing, kind of like the study, but...&quot; he shrugs &quot;All in due time, sorry...&quot; he turns his attention back towards Maya. &quot;That... that&#39;s wonderful!&quot; he exclaims as he peers down at the case. &quot;Preserved books, these are so rare these days! You&#39;re sure you won&#39;t need these?&quot; he asks and casts her a curious glance &quot;Not to sound ungrateful, no no no! Just, nevermind. Thank you so much!&quot; Otto smiles widely and summosn Harold with a wave, the feline approaching and offering to accept the physical donation from Maya. &quot;How much freecred shall I put you down for, miss Maloney?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Maya">Maya spends 30000000 Freecred for RP reasons.</div><br> <br><div title="Renaria">Renaria would look to maya curiously, but would decide not to pursue. The huntress would try to look relaxed, to little success, she had been busy recently, and would apologize to Michi &quot;I&#39;m just usually overdressed, perhaps my idea was a bit more on the formal side.&quot; she would hum gently to herself</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus smiles as he hears Maya intending to doneate books. &quot;Yeah, it&#39;s always nice to have a good suit.&quot; he says to Michi. He studies Rens dress as she comes down the stairs and chuckles as the comment about bedrooms is made, &quot;There&#39;s a few up there.&quot; he says.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;There are guest rooms up on the third floor, actually. Though Ebreus and company are more like tenants.&quot; Otto clarifies and waves a hand, then snaps his glance onto Niles &quot;Yeah! Isn&#39;t it great?! This event is to make sure the school is well equipped and provided for. With kids growing up so fast, we&#39;ll want them to be well educated for when they start their lives!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">Niles frowns in thought and moves over to examine the books, peering around Otto as he keeps munching. &quot;Hm.&quot; He says and swallows. He looks at Otto with a flat expression. &quot;Yeah, sounds great.&quot; He mutters. Before straightening up a bit and shrugging. &quot;Well, if you&#39;re gonna complain about how you&#39;re dressed, just look at me. Hardly the outfit for a... charity drive, or whatever this is.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi fiddles nervously with his tail &quot;I g-guess so...&quot; The canine smiles softly &quot;S-still...you look fine, d-don&#39;t worry about it.&quot; The canine steps over to one of the tables, getting himself a drink and a few snacks, breathing a little sigh, before turning to look back at the crowd. &quot;Books will add to a good start indeed.&quot; His tail is wagging behind him. He pauses for a moment, thinking a little to himself before stepping over towards Otto &quot;I&#39;d like to donate too...it&#39;s a good cause.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus smiles, &quot;Good to see so many people chipping in. If any of my philosophy books would be helpful your welcome to them.&quot; he says, smiling at the group, &quot;Might be for advanced classes or something.&quot; he shrugs.</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> Maya whispers the cred amount to Otto, smiling a bit. &quot;I don&#39;t know the exact value of the collection, sorry. I hope this is enough to help get things moving a bit better. I want to see some return to former civilization, even if that means just getting people to school.&quot; She nods, and gives a bow.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus spends 100000 Freecred for RP reasons.</div><br> <br><div title="Renaria">Renaria nods to michi, not wanting to impose on the obviously timid canid. The huntress stays toward the the edge of the room for a bit, realizing that she may want to give some herself, perhaps after the party as to not impose. She would allow the others to go to her lover without being predated upon by a talkative huntress.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The hound had known Niles long enough to tell something was wrong there... but that is a can of worms he&#39;d open later in private with the bunny. For now, he was too busy picking his jaw up off the ground once he hears the value Maya intended to donate. &quot;Sweet jumping jehosaphat!&quot; he exclaims as he dots her down, a beep from his comm unit confirming the money transaction. &quot;Th-that&#39;s... well, heh...&quot; he gets a grip before revealing the actual number and clears the value on his comm, then turns to Ebreus and nods, &quot;Thank you, Eb! I&#39;ll dot you down as well, I am sure we can find an excellent use for them!&quot; his glance snaps onto Michi, a warm smile cast as he nods &quot;I thought you might, sunshine. Whisper me the value if you&#39;d prefer to keep it hush hush.&quot; Otto nods and readies his comm unit, his eyes falling onto Ren for a moment... a thought forming in his head, before returning to Michi.</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi gives a thankful nod, leaning in to whisper something at Otto, before pulling back with a warm smile. &quot;B-but...you&#39;ve got lots of guests to attend to, so I-I&#39;ll let you get to that.&quot; The canine leans in and pecks Otto&#39;s cheek, before making his way over to one of the tables, a bit aside from the group of people, sipping his drink.</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi spends 3000000 Freecred for RP reasons.</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">Niles waves a hand and shrugs. &quot;If it means that much to you, I&#39;m sure I have a few freecred kicking around I&#39;m not using.&quot; He watches Renaria as she moves to the side of the room before flinching at Otto&#39;s exclamation. His ears twitch a bit before wondering around to the the drinks table and pouring himself a glass of something.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The hound goes a little wide-eyed once he hears those words, meeting Michi&#39;s eyes for a moment, a worried expression crossing his features. &quot;You&#39;re sure?&quot; he mutters, but deep down the canine knew Michi was dead serious. A soft *beep* from his comm unit, and it was done. &quot;Thank you, sunshine.&quot; he answers warmly &quot;Enjoy yourself, I&#39;ll be here if you want to chat!&quot; That done, he casts Niles a curious, if a touch amused glance, &quot;It means a lot to everyone.&quot; he nods &quot;Are you sure you want to do this? No going back once I push confirm!&quot; Otto chuckles, his tail swaying slowly behind him.</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> Maya headtilts a bit, nodding. &quot;Best of luck to you with this venture.&quot; She heads over to grab some snacks, purring as she grabs some smoked salmon and cheese, nibbling on her food. She looks to the others. &quot;So, i only know Otto and Ebreus, and now Michi.Can I get your names?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">Niles shrugs. &quot;Babe, I can&#39;t remember the last time I spend cred on anything.&quot; He tosses a wink at Otto. &quot;If I need funds, I&#39;ll just pump you. You&#39;ve got a mansion, after all.&quot; He says as he brushes his hands on his pants and moves to get more snacks. &quot;I&#39;m sure whatever I&#39;ve got to throw around isn&#39;t as much as this loaded group.&quot; He says, smiling at Michi before turning to Maya. &quot;Hm? I&#39;m Niles. I live with the hot one overe there.&quot; He says nodding to Otto as he pulls out his comm and taps out a sum to send to the hellhound.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus smiles as he sees Otto's expression at the whispered value of the donation. &quot;Sounds like we can afford to pay some teachers a decent salary.&quot; he comments. He raises an eyebrow as Niles says he lives with Otto but doesn&#39;t comment on it.</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">Niles spends 300000 Freecred for RP reasons.</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi seems to relax a little now that he was out of the spotlight again. He sips his drinks as he glances around, nodding at Maya as she mentions him. He munches a bit on snacks as well, though mostly nibbling on one for a while. &quot;Yeah....this is place keeps impressing me every time.&quot; He looks up to the ceiling and around. &quot;Certainly bigger than my place.&quot; He then raises his glass to Niles &quot;Thank you...the school will mean a lot to many people.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> &quot;It is a nice place. Certainly nicer than mine. I mean, I live out in the bath house by the Den in Clairmont. It&#39;s a small room but it has the perfect bed. took me a while to get the material for it.&quot; Maya purrs softly. &quot;I see. Hot one, hunh. I mean, he is a hellhound.&quot; She chuckles a bit.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;Whatever you say, you hot...&quot; he taps the confirmation into his comm unit &quot;...magnificent piece of ass, you.&quot; the hound teases and casts Niles a sultry wink and a grin. Turning to Ebreus, he clarifies, &quot;Niles has been bunking with me for the winter in the study. So, yeah! I&#39;m actually surprised you two never met.&quot; he shrugs, then sighs softly &quot;Seems like I have a lot of people coming and out these days.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">Niles shrugs with a smile at Otto. &quot;I never did learn the value of money. Is that a lot.&quot; He asks teasingly. Then he giggles and casts a glance at Ebreus. &quot;For the winter, he says. Sure thing, Babe.&quot; He says with a wink at Otto. The bunny grabs a cookie off a table and starts munching it. He shrugs at Michi. &quot;Lots of things mean things to lots of people.&quot; He says noncommittally.</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi nods &quot;Y-yeah...you seem to have a lot of people l-living here. I...didn&#39;t even know that actually.&quot; The canine downs the rest of his drink. &quot;Y-you know what I mean, Niles.&quot; Pouting a bit, he looks down into his now empty glass. &quot;I&#39;d rest easier...knowing my kids will learn something, and n-not have to travel as for to do so.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The hound snickers softly, then looks at the clock. Well, if anyone else wanted to come around, they would have been here by now. Reaching out, the hound grabs a half-filled wine glass and clears his throat, before speaking out loudly &quot;Everyone! I want to thank you for coming by, and for supporting the school with what you&#39;ve given. Every last freecred will go to improving things there, I will make sure of that personally! For now though, please enjoy yourselves, fee free to explore the estate if you&#39;d like. I made a personal promise to myself that I would add 20% to the total sum of the winnings, so...&quot; <br />
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*beep* his comm unit chymes, confirming another cred transaction from the hound&#39;s own coffers, the actual amount undisclosed. &quot;Months, weeks, maybe mere days from now, Fairhaven&#39;s youth will have a safe environment in which to study and grow, build upon that which their parents have, and make the world a better place. Today, thanks to you, yes, YOU, we&#39;ve taken a step in the right direction. It might not seem like a lot! But every little step matters.&quot; Raising his glass up to salute everyone in the room, Otto downs the drink in one swig, then tosses it behind his back, the glass shattering on the ground behind him. He traces Renaria as she wanders back upstairs, taking a note to join her later.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Otto spends 6680000 Freecred for RP reasons.</div><br> <br><div title="Ebreus">Ebreus nods, &quot;Yeah that is interesting that we haven&#39;t met. Who have you met who lives here, one a more permanent basis?&quot; he asks Niles. Listening to the announcement made by the other Hellhound he smiles and begins an applause seeing the amount that he had donated.</div><br> <br><div title="Niles">&quot;Nobody, really.&quot; Niles says to Eb. &quot;If Otto&#39;s not in it regularly, I don&#39;t care about rooms in this place.&quot; He rolls his eyes and gives a half-hearted toast with the cup in his hand as Otto gives his speech. At the mention that all the rooms are open to the public, Niles looks around. &quot;I dunno, maybe now would be a good time to start exploring.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Michi">Michi sets his glass down and adds to the applause, wearing a proud smile. &quot;And t-than you for being a fantastic host.&quot; The husky just leaves Ebreus and Niles to mingle, seeing that they had something to talk about, so Michi just stay at his table for now, nibbling at snacks.</div><br> <br><div title="Maya"> With the announcement, Maya nods. &quot;I think this might be the point where I take my leave. Thank you for hosting, and i hope you have a wonderful evening.&quot;</div>[[Category:RPLogs]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Salvage_Hunting_-_Electronic_Boogaloo_Edition_-_RPLOG&diff=716137Salvage Hunting - Electronic Boogaloo Edition - RPLOG2018-03-03T04:25:17Z<p>Otto: /* Log */</p>
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<div>=Participants=<br />
* [[Cameron]]<br />
* [[Fenris]]<br />
* [[Firecracker]]<br />
* [[Otto]]<br />
* [[Phosphorus]]<br />
=Date=<br />
2/3/2018<br />
=Log=<br />
<div></div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Who could have foreseen that it would be raining when the group was to gather? Someone competent most likely, however this can not exactly be said about the people pushing to have their pet project finished as soon as possible, and one of them was indeed, a rather familiar hound standing where the highway ended, and the vast expanse of empty land stretched before them all. <br />
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Sitting in the driver&#39;s seat of a jeep with his legs hanging loosely out the side, Otto was merrily tending to his favorite time killing activity, fiddling with his laptop, safe from the light drizzle coming down on any unfortunate soul that happened to be walking around outside without some sort of protection. He awaits the willing scavengers eagerly, with a slightly annoyed expression on his face, and his comm unit on mute. Seems something had happened, but that was an entire story of its own...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris does not seem to be particularly bothered by the rain as it drips from the wide brim of his white cowboy hat. The burly tanuki trots amiably along the road to where the Jeep waits. <br />
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&quot;Someone said there was adventure to be had?&quot; he asks as he draws level with the idling vehicle, adjusting the heavy, leather gun belt around his waist. There does not seem to be any gun in it, but it has several interesting pouches, and his sword and spear hang from the harness across his back.</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron had been curious about all this talk about power armour, having come up with several of her own in the past, plus she had been a huge nerd and looking like a space marine was a dream come true for one. So she had gathered up several of her things and set out to join the gather, her tail refusing to settle down at the prospect of fresh salvage. <br />
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She lands with a soft sound, white feathered wings giving one last little flap before they vanish into her back. With the leesser signal she figured they were soon to wake out of it and wings wouldn&#39;t work anyway. Seeing the two large guys already present she gave them both a small wave. &quot;Hello! I am here to help.&quot; Her hand adjusting her pack strap idly.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Firecracker arrives shortly after the others, appropriately singing out, &quot;I&#39;m singin&#39; in the rain! Just singin&#39; in the rain! What a glorious feelin&#39;! I&#39;m happy again!&quot; In she flies from above on her tiny pink pegawings, landing atop the jeep to look towards the others before shaking herself off like a dog, swinging her wings around in little arcs as water is sprayed all over. &quot;Hiya peoples! Someone say something about adventure? I love adventure! I&#39;m Firecracker! What&#39;re your names?!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Out of bubble work was Phosphorus&#39; specialty, her home element, almost. She arrives, moderately armored - vest, trousers, jacket, gloves, boots, helmet. She has a fair complement of weaponry, too, with a handgun tucked into a holster on the front of her vest, and a large revolver in a thigh holster, and the ever-present rifle hanging off to the side, in its straps. She has a large rucksack, probably containing a fair bit of survival gear, ammunition, and emergency rations.<br />
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The panda is seemly unaffected by the rain, rivulets dancing down her otherwise waterproofed gear. She wipes off a bit of water from the front of her helmet&#39;s face shield, already motioning to open the door of the jeep. &quot;Lets get in, get out, aye?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;Hi Fen.&quot; Otto greets once he spots the tanuki, in a dapper cowboy hat no less. &quot;Sure, I guess you could call it that.&quot; he answers once more souls seem to swoop right in, on a pair of white angelic wings, no less! &quot;Cammie, over here! Get in, get in! Damn this weather!&quot; Otto waves for her to climb into the jeep as well. &quot;Is anyone else coming?&quot; he asks himself out loud, only to have his answer served immediately. Ah, there it was, that familiar cheery tone announcing... yep. &quot;Hi Fire.&quot; Otto snickers and reaches out the front door to pluck the pony up by the tail and set her down within the vehicle, away from the frigid cascade. &quot;That makes three! With Fire so tiny though, that leaves a seat empty.&quot; he hooks a thumb to the one remaining spot left in the jeep. &quot;I did ask for three at most, but if someone else shows up, we&#39;ll take them! So, I&#39;ll be your d... oh!&quot; the canine pauses and blinks as he spots another figure approaching. Ah, there she was! How could Phosphorus miss out on something outside the bubble? Well, she couldn&#39;t by the looks of things. &quot;Officer Phosphorus, so glad you could join us.&quot; Otto winks, then waves her over to hop into the jeep as well. <br />
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&quot;So! I will be your driver for the day, folks. We&#39;ll be heading out to explore a small town some ways away from here, there&#39;s a lot of shops and even a warehouse there. Reports suggest that there aren&#39;t many ferals in the area, though there have been sightings of wandering bandits and looters.&quot; the canine taps his forehead &quot;Where there are looters, there&#39;s bound to be loot. My point though, I won&#39;t be coming with you, I&#39;ll just guard the jeep since if I lose this thing, it&#39;s gonna cost me an arm and a leg.&quot; the canine cringes softly and sighs &quot;Anyway, I hope you know your electronics, cause that&#39;s mostly what we&#39;re after, yeah?&quot; <br />
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He turns the ignition key, and revs the engine a few times. &quot;Should be quiet, especially given the shitty weather, but keep an eye out and a weapon within reach, just in case.&quot; the canine warns, then tries to turn the AC on, but the blasted thing was busted. Go figure, right? Huffing to himself, he adjusts the mirrors, or what was left of them, and waits for everyone to get in so that they can head off.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris hauls himself into a seat, leaning a thick arm and his round face out the window. &quot;Adventure!&quot; he calls out jovially!</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron gave the large hound a little smile as she moved around the vehicle. &quot;Hello Otto, always good to see you well.&quot; Thankfully the cat was wearing her usual hoodie, with the hood thrown up to keep her hair and ears nice and dry. The cat trying to get into the passanger seat if she could as she climbed into the jeep as well. &quot;Sounds fair enough, would hate to have to walk back in this weather.&quot; Her hands setting her pack on the floor and lowering her hood to let her ears stretch and flick about freely. &quot;Am all set.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Firecracker makes no objection to being plucked up by the tail and placed wherever she&#39;s put! Though she does then hop up onto the dashboard right above the steering wheel to get a better view of where they&#39;re going. &quot;Hiya, Fenny! Hiya, Cammie! Hiya, Phossy! Hiya, Toey!&quot; she greets each member of the group with a rapid waving of a foreleg before addressing Otto once again. &quot;If we&#39;re goin&#39; out to loot stuff, doesn&#39;t that mean we&#39;re the looters?&quot; she asks with a tilt of her head.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus wordlessly slips the pack off her shoulders as she fits herself in the jeep, wedging it behind the chair in front of her and unzipping one of the front pockets, withdrawing a small plastic box. She pulls the pistol out of her vest, hitting the release button to eject the magazine, and pulling on the slide to clear the chamber, pushing the spare round back into the magazine, beginning to disassemble the weapon and clean it. &quot;Yes. We are scavenging. Necessary evil.&quot; The panda replies curtly to Firecracker, running a small brush down the barrel of the firearm.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">With all four party members in the truck the hound closes the driver side door and steps on the gas, accelerating onward, to adventure! The familiar grounds disappear entirely behind the group as they navigate through the barren wasteland, though Otto does pull out his laptop with one arm and hand it to Cameron. &quot;Cammie, play some funky beats for us, eh?&quot; he flashes her a smile, unable to operate the damn thing while driving, and knowing the cat was familiar with computers. Well, so he recalled from when last they met, at least... &quot;So! Before we arrive, do you folks have any questions?&quot; the hound asks, thankful that they were at least somewhat comfortable in the jeep.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">&quot;You can always call it treasure hunting if that makes you happier,&quot; Fenris says amiably, holding his hat on with one hand as the wind whips his fur around. &quot;What exactly are we looking for?&quot; he asks Otto, finally leaning back inside the jeep, water dripping from his hat as the jeep gets up to speed, &quot;And who exactly are we doing all this for?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron gave a small nod as she let the mouse cursor move around the laptop desk before finding the music player and loading up one of the hounds playlists. The cat definitely giving the list a quick browse over first though before picking one. &quot;Yeah, is always a good idea to know what exactly the employer is wanting us to find, otherwise we might not get what they want or enough of what they desired.&quot; The cat making sure to keep the laptop in her lap as she turned to look at the others.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">&quot;Oh! Treasure hunting! Yaaay!&quot; Firecracker cheers at the idea. &quot;Who has the treasure map? Did anyone bring shovels? How about eyepatches? We can&#39;t have a piratey treasure hunt without eye patches! Or a peg leg!&quot; Once the music comes on, the little pegapone quickly shifts attention to the song instead. &quot;Oh! I know this one!&quot; she chirps happily, singing along with the music and dancing on the dashboard, wigglin her booty all over the place as she hops about to the beat. &quot;Carry on my wayward soOOoon! There&#39;ll be peace when you are doOOoone! Lay your weary head to reeEEeest! Don&#39;tchu cry no mooooore!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus rolls her eyes once the music starts, instead narrowing her eyes and focusing on the ritual of weapon maintence. She carefully oils the moving parts, testing the spring, then fitting the slide back on, and racking it a few times to make sure everything is fitting together well. The panda slips the magazine in, pulls the slide once more, chambering a round, then sticking the firearm back into her chest holster. She sticks the cleaning kit back into her backpack, securely putting it back in place, and zips up the compartment once more.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;Motherboards. Well, generally any kind of high quality circuit boards, really.&quot; the hound shrugs &quot;We&#39;ll spellunk the town and see what we find. Looters generally don&#39;t go for electronics so much as they do for provisions like food, water, medical supplies, ammo, weapons... but that&#39;s not what we are after. Also, strange that you folks don&#39;t already know this. Bah, my klutz of a partner must have not been specific enough...&quot; the hound huffs dismissively and starts to jam out to the beat of the music. &quot;Nice choice, Cam!&quot; he smiles at her. <br />
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The distant shapes of buildings were coming into view. The area was reminiscent of a suburb, granted it was long since abandoned, many of the structures ruined and on the verge of collapsing, the roads unmaintained, cracked and overgrown, the houses long since looted, decrepit and emptied out entirely, much the same for the shops and stores, shattered windows and fallen doors hinting for the past presence of desperate souls looking for a way to survive. &quot;Really reminds ya how fucked up things used to be, huh?&quot; Otto notes with a touch of gloom as he lowers the speed and warns everyone, &quot;Keep your eyes peeled for any potential targets, or dangers...&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris plays his best air guitar in the back seat, since it seems that Firecracker has taken vocals. &quot;BOW nownow NAOW! BOW naow naow NAOW! Ga digga dadigga da!&quot; he sings along with the tinny computer speakers. Despite his wild gesticulations, he stays clear of Phosphorus and her delicate, potentially dangerous work. <br />
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The big tanuki stops his air guitar playing to look out at the ruins &quot;What do you mean, used to be?&quot; he asks, &quot;As far as we know, big chunks of the world are just like this. I&#39;m not really well connected, but I don&#39;t think we&#39;ve heard much from-&quot; he trails off and points a heavy paw toward a large building up ahead. &quot;That one,&quot; he says, &quot;Looks like one of those old RadioHut/Mister Computer tech places. That should have all sorts of stuff. Nothing a survivor out here would need or want inside, I&#39;ll bet.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron gives a little shiver, the hair on her ears poofing out for just a moment before she gave her head a little shake. &quot;Think the best course of action to find computers would be to look for any buildings with more then one floor to them. Chances are if it is a home or office with multiple stories, there is gonna be at least one computer. Either from a home office or a business office. The library could also be a good bet too.&quot; She then looks to see where the large coon was pointing and gave a small nod. That could work as well. Though could be more dangerous. &quot;That is probably a sure shot. Though we should still be careful just in case. Never know if someone decided to hole up in it because people overlook its usefullness.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">The moment their jeep leaves the comfort of the bubble, Firecracker erects a new minibubble with her Distributed and Nanite Manufacturing Nanomagics! At the same time! Then once they reach the city, she keeps her eyes nice and peeled as she looks around to all the new sights to see, zipping from one side of the jeep to the other rapidly as she works to see absolutely everything around her, pointing out each thing for everyone else to share in her enjoyment! &quot;Oh look! Chili for only ninety nine cents! Oh! And buy one get one free CDs! Oh! And free trial male enhancement pills! Oh! And a couplea people in that alley! Oh! And a flower shop! Think they have any tasty flowers in there?&quot; She presses her little face against the window, hooves to either side of her head and tail swishing around behind her excitedly as she focuses on the last thing.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;It won&#39;t go off unless I pull the trigger, you know.&quot; Phosphorus states, shooting a bit of a glance at Fenris. &quot;A round has to be in the chamber, too, which it wasn&#39;t until the very end.&quot; The panda sighs, glancing out the window, at the warehouse, at the buildings. &quot;The computer places are probably the best bet, aye. I guarantee we can find at least some form of circuit board, there. Perhaps even some sort of SoC.&quot; Finding an up-to-date GPU or CPU would definitely be a score.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The jeep halts with a light sway, and Otto gently takes his laptop back, putting it away and turning off the music. He turns off the engine and opens the door, stepping out into the light rain to look around. &quot;Good catch, Fen.&quot; he nods, then primes his own weapons and casts a worried look around. &quot;People in the alleys...&quot; he sighs softly. &quot;Okay, well, this looks like as good a spot as any to start. I&#39;ll stay with the jeep, as I said. You folks...&quot; he shrugs and gestures towards the structure. &quot;Get in, loot, get out, profit. Simple merc work. Stay safe, alright?&quot; Now... how to get inside...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris nods and heaves himself out of the back seat, standing for a moment to appreciate the building in front of him. He tips his hat back a little and sticks his thumbs in his belt. His belt buckle glints in the low light, showing off the stylized lettering that spells out &#39;BIG BOY.&#39; &quot;Nothing for it,&quot; he says, &quot;And no point in waiting around!&quot; The burly tanuki saunters off toward the front doors. First things first, he reaches out and just tries to tug them open.</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron grabs her pack when they roll to a stop. Her head giving a little nod before hoping out of the jeep as well. The kitty is quick to pull her hood up before scurrying towards the computer store. Her eyes narrowing as they glance into the darkened building. The cat letting her eyes take in what ever light is avaiable so she could see in the darkness. Making sure the large coon doesn&#39;t get murked while seeing if the door is locked, which very well might not be, never know how badly in a rush the owner had been to leave.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Firecracker shoots out the window to hover behind the tanuki as he tries the doors. When they don&#39;t open, she &quot;Hmmmmms&quot; aloud and begins looking for a secondary entrance! Up the little pegasus goes, looking down to the rooftop to see if there&#39;s any way to get inside. Not finding what she was looking for, she goes back down to regroup with the others. &quot;Darn! No way to get in!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;Where there&#39;s a will, there&#39;s a way.&quot; Phosphorus notes, stepping out of the vehicle while resecuring her pack around her shoulders. She approaches the door at a bit of a clip, tugging a... rather large revolver out of her thigh holster, pressing it against the door&#39;s lock, gun aiming downwards from the point of entry. This is a common tactic in door breaching -- when a shotgun isn&#39;t available, anyways. &quot;You all may want to cover your ears.&quot; She warns, giving a brief delay before tugging the trigger.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">BANG! The door shakes as the bullet makes short work of the locking mechanism. Weakened to the point of falling apart, all it would take is a firm shove to dismantle the lock and push the door open. Alas, all that noise, Otto looked on in the distance, shaking his head and sighing, now even more on alert than before. &quot;I&#39;m moving the jeep.&quot; he declares and climbs back in. &quot;Next time try to be a little more subtle, we don&#39;t know who&#39;s here!&quot; he adds, then grumbles something under his breath and starts the vehicle up &quot;Fire a round in the air again and I&#39;ll come to pick you up. I&#39;ll be in the area.&quot; he announces through the open car window, then drives off somewhere safe. Odds were that if more gunfire is heard, he&#39;d want to be there to evacuate his team anyway...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris throws up his hands to cover his ears as he turns away from the door. He straightens up and looks at the ruined lock, frowning a bit. &quot;Not how I would have done it,&quot; he admits, &quot;But no use dwelling on it, right?&quot; <br />
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The tanuki opens the door and strides in side before looking sadly over his shoulder. &quot;Might have been nice to be able to lock up after, though,&quot; he observes, then turns his attention to the dim building interior.</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron flinches at the sound of her shooting the gun off. &quot;Woah!&quot; The cat jumping up to glare at the panda woman. Stomping over towards her and looking quite angry, even if the sight was a little humorous given her small size. &quot;Thought you were suppose to be an expert on things soldiery?&quot; Her hand then pointing towards the door. &quot;Cause that was not. Where is your common sense?!&quot; The kitty admonishing the panda for the foolish action. &quot;Now all the shadowy figures Fire mentioned know we are here for sure. And you alerted anyone with an ear in a mile that we are here and ready to be jumped on for shiny new weapons and ammo.&quot; She then stormed after the large male. &quot;And all it would have taken was some quiet finese.&quot; Hummphing a little as she followed him. &quot;Could have opened it quietly too.&quot; Grumbling a little as she had the tools for such a thing in her pack.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Firecracker watches the gun as it goes off, not bothering to take the care to cover her ears in the process. The bright flash and loud noise has the pony blinking a few times to recover her sight. &quot;IS IT JUST ME, OR IS IT -REALLY- RINGY IN HERE?&quot; she asks REALLY LOUDLY, as she flies into the room to land atop Fenris&#39; head and look around. Noting that&#39;s it&#39;s kinda really dark in here, she decides to fix the problem by looking for a light switch! Or maybe it&#39;s just kinda hard to see cause of that blinding light from a few seconds earlier... Who knows! Light switch looking-time anyway!</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;Door breaching -is- a common tactic. For example, if we were clearing this, as soon as the lock&#39;s shot, flashbang goes in, everyong goes in after.&quot; Phosphorus notes, pushing open the cylinder and extracting the empty shell, and replacing it with a fresh one. &quot;I think they knew we were here anyway. That jeep is a gas guzzler - the engine is loud, the wheels not exactly quiet. If anything, this bought us some time. They know we&#39;re armed - they&#39;ll be more hesitant to attack. Now, lets hurry up and get the boards and get out of here.&quot; She presses inside, starting to look about for what they need. If the building is dark, she goes ahead and summons a fair bit of light, with her own bit of nanomagic, while Fire is providing them with a bubble.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The interior is now dimly illuminated by the opening of the door, and the inside of an abandoned office building is visible. The wall flowers had long since died out, dust covering the ground and desks strewn about the various parts of the room. Sadly, not a single scrap of electronics is visible, merely basic furniture such as shelves, a water cooler, the desks mentioned previously, a few office chairs, a waiting sofa, some dusty old folders here and there... whoever owned this place packed up well and left only the bare bones. There are two doors in this room, one to the left of the entrance and one to the right, the left reading &quot;Staff Lounge&quot; and the right reading &quot;Mt. Department&quot;.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris absently wandere around the periphery of the room, tugging on closed shutters to let in somedaylight. He does not seem to mind his pony hat as he saunters over to the Mt. Department door and tries the handle.</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron shakes her head. Maybe, but the panda had just alerted everyone to where they were precisely, as that was much louder then the jeep. And she figured it was a lost cause to point out most people who have vehicles now adays are heavily armoured to keep them. After a moment she heads on over towards the door leading to the MT department. &quot;Vesides, these things have been being eaten by idle nanites and time for the last decade. Wont take much to break it either.&quot; She then gives the Mt door a good yank open when she sees Fenris trying it. Totally helping!</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">While Fenris gets a boop in the snoot by an opening door, Firecracker hops off his head and onto Cameron&#39;s to avoid getting whacked as well. Seeing this room even darker than the last, she once again looks for a light switch to get this place illuminated! A short look around lets her see what she&#39;s looking for and she zips on over and flicks it up to get a little clicking noise, but no light! &quot;Huh, let&#39;s try again!&quot; she says, flicking it down and back up, this time shutting off her Manufacturing Nanomagic and turning on Light to brighten the room. &quot;Ta-daa~!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus glances at Cameron with a raised eyebrow. &quot;If it would make you feel more comfortable, I can set up a defensive perimeter. This is the only entrance, it seems, so I can easily watch it without a problem. Or... I can push forward through the staff room entrance and we can try to get this done quicker. I can do either, without a problem, and I have a few explosives to leave a nasty surprise -if- you&#39;re concerned about an ambush.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The interior of the maintainance department shows some promise, a few old towers visible here and there, likely old computers that were in the process of being repaired or cleaned, but just left there to rot. Thankfully, metal doesn&#39;t rot so easily, especially treated PC towers. The light that the pony provides is just enough to illuminate the room, though not much is really seen from just the doorframe, is it?</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris rubs his nose and looks around Cameron into the room. His ears perk up. &quot;Hey look!&quot; he says, &quot;Computers!&quot; He peers around and nudges the human forward. &quot;Let&#39;s get to it.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron wasn&#39;t all that hard to look around, or over for that matter, she was barely over four feet tall. She then gives the large guy a small nod. Though she soon turns towards the panda. &quot;Do what ever. And laying traps may not be the best idea, we may need to come back here in the future.&quot; She then hurries into her room, a hand unlinging her pack so she can pull out a little black and grey box. &quot;Shouldn&#39;t take too long to remove the boards that we need.&quot; The cat beginning to look over each machine to see what was useable and what was in too rough a shape for them to take back.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">&quot;Yeah! Computers!&quot; Firecracker chips happily as she spots the assembled assemblies, then starting over in their direction to land atop one of the towers. &quot;I don&#39;t see any mother boards around though... Or baby boards!&quot; she says, searching around for those planks of wood!</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus sighs, following along back into the room. She peers at Firecracker, eyebrow raised, approaching the tiny equine and undoing the case&#39;s side panel beneath them, quickly unscrewing the thumb-screws on the desktop and pulling open the panel. &quot;The motherboard is the largest board in the computer, see.&quot; The panda points at the actual motherboard in the case, blowing on the board and peering at the capacitors. &quot;See these little circles? If they&#39;re bulging, the board is probably bad. This one looks alright, so, you&#39;ll want to unplug these cables, unscrew the points here...&quot; Phosphorus, again, points to the points where the motherboard is mounted to the case, and where the cables tether the desktop to the board, &quot;...and, then, pull it right off.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The group wanders into the room, each examining the various towers some more productive than others, though for one of these agents, it would be a reminder to always have a careful look and sniff before entering a new and unfamiliar area. As Cameron wanders deeper into the room, her keen senses give her a small window of opportunity to avoid the consequences of her carelessness, though too small a window, it would seem... <br />
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Behind one of the desks, and out of sight of the others, leaps a wild-eyed and raggedly clothed human, pouncing and lashing out at her with a knife. The blade aimed for her neck instead jabs deep into her shoulder! &quot;FILTHY MUTANT SCUM!&quot; the man shrieks, releasing his knife and drawing a gun from his pocket, he aims it at the closest mutant, Phosphorus. &quot;GO AWAY! AWAY WITH YOUR FILTH! I&#39;LL SHOOT, I SWEAR I&#39;LL KILL ALL OF YOU!&quot; he screams, his hand shaking, his state a frenzied panic as he takes a step back~</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris stops, a pleasant smile on his chubby face as he raises his hands. &quot;I think we would all rather avoid any shooting, friend,&quot; he says amiably. The tubby tanuki practically radiates friendliness. <br />
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He does not lower his hands or advance, but turns his eyes to Cameron for a moment. &quot;Miss Cameron,&quot; he says pleasantly, &quot;Why don&#39;t you make your way back here, that wound could become quite serious and our new friend does not seem to much like company.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron gasps as she falls backwards onto her rump. Thankfully though the wound wasn&#39;t life threaten for the moment. With a wince she held up her good hand to try and calm the frenzied human. &quot;Woah... We mean you no harm!&quot; Thankfully she appeared quite human as her ears were currently hidden beneath her hoodie. And thinking quick she opted to quickly changing it so she wasn&#39;t by hiding her tail in her hoodie as well. And like any good doctor she opts to leave the knife where it is for the moment. Knowing that it will just cause more damage if removed, especially if it has a serrated edge. She glances towards Fenris and gives a small nod before trying to crawl back towards him without triggering the man. Hopefully her very human appearance will make him feel bad for stabbing her. &quot;I can treat it...&quot; Her gaze casting warily to the paniced human.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Firecracker watches Phosphorus intently, listening to her instructions as she hangs her head over the side of the tower to follow her directions. Should be easy enough! Just find some more computers and open then and pull some wires and take the board thingy! Her ear then flicks at the sounds coming from a bit away, getting her to look up at the human shoving his knife into her friend! That just won&#39;t do at all!<br />
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Firecracker stands up tall on her hindlegs, facing the human with the gun as Cameron makes her way away from him on the ground. &quot;Hey! Drop it right now! You don&#39;t wanna do anything stupid, do you?!&quot; she shouts at him, pointing a foreleg directly at him and giving him quite the intimidating glare.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus sighs, hands slightly up in front of her chest as she rolls to her feet. Her face-shield is still down, but she moves slowly to place herself in front of the others. She eyes his gun. A run of the mill 9x19. Probably civillian grade. The panda had trust in her armor - even her face would be protected. It was designed to shrug off a rifle round with a few broken ribs. The panda slowly walks towards the man with the gun, hands still &#39;up&#39;, to other side of her chest. She&#39;s keeping herself a target. &quot;I think you have the wrong group.&quot; Phos states, calmly, steadily. She keeps approaching, slowly, steadily. She&#39;s not rushing, but she&#39;s certainly getting closer. &quot;We&#39;re just here to grab some stuff, and leave. Nothing of value to you will be taken, I promise.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The man keeps trembling, now pointing the gun at Fenris. &quot;I know your kind. Furry fucking liars... DON&#39;T PLAY YOUR MIND GAMES WITH ME, JUST LEAVE!!!&quot; he screams at the top of his lungs, a tear rolling down his cheek as he takes another step back &quot;You&#39;re not gonna get another fucking warning.&quot; he tosses Firecracker a glance &quot;And take your girl&#39;s toy with you, you fucking freaks-STAND BACK!!!&quot; the man tenses up entirely once more, whatever Fenris had done now un-done by the others. &quot;J-j-just take what you want and FUCK OFF!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">&quot;Sure, sure,&quot; Fenris says soothingly, moving forward to stand by Phosphorus. &quot;My friends here are just going to load up some okd computer parts,&quot; he says, easing himself down to sit on the ground, &quot;And I&#39;m going to make some tea.&quot; <br />
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He smiles up at the armored panda, &quot;Thank you for your help,&quot; he says, &quot;I imagine the others could use your supervision.&quot; He takes off his hat and fishes out a little box of tea bags. Replacing his hat, he produces his small pack from somewhere and starts to lay out a small kettle and a tin cup and even a pair of sealed water bottles. &quot;I&#39;ll be fine with our new friend.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron gives a small sigh seeing as things were calming down quite a bit now she opted on getting out of the room and out of the way of any Phosphorus inspired bullets as well. Once outside she pulled her pack to herself and pulled out a few things, namely a medpack. Then with a careful hand she began seeing to her wound. Which involved a scapel and lots of bandages. Thankfully though with her own powers of nano wizardry, she could mend it up quite quickly once the knife was removed from her shoulder.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Firecracker crosses her forelegs over her chest and flares her wings out wide, a whole 6 inches across fully unfurled. &quot;I told you not to do anything stupid. Last warning. Drop it and take a seat with the tanuki.&quot; She simply stands there simmering with heat as she waits for Cameron to make her exit, no need to get her more hurt than she already is.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;I&#39;m not moving as long as he&#39;s armed.&quot; Phosphorus attempts to whisper to Fenris, before glancing over at Firecracker, and rolled her eyes. &quot;Right. Fuck it. Completely sorry about this, Fenris.&quot; The panda mutters under her breath, reaching on pyrotechnic nanomagic to cause a loud series of pops, sparks, and explosions behind the person. She waits for him to react, before quickly attempting to close the distance, knock his arm off to the side, and apply a swift punch to the throat, attempting to get him to the ground, and his arms behind his back. See, before, she would&#39;ve just shot him...</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The man falls to the ground, he struggles and kicks, putting up much more of a fight than expected given how famished he looked. Once he is immobile with his arms behind his back, he glares around the different faces in the room and croaks out &quot;I won-crrh...go down, like my ff--rrrcghk-family... taking you ffrrckrs with me... burn in hell... frreaks!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus emits a very low growl, ears twerking as she hears the distinctive sound of a grenade pin being pulled. She quickly reaches a hand to her vest, pulling a small knife from underneath her pistol holster, yanking the man&#39;s arm out with her other hand, and quickly shoving her knife in the man&#39;s wrist, releasing the blade and wrestling the grenade from the nerve-dead hand. She pulls the man&#39;s arm with great force to throw him to the side, glancing around the room, quickly fixating on one of the many windows in the room, chucking the explosive out of the nearest window as hard as she can. She quickly goes back to attempting to restrain the man, her previously neutral gaze now hardened into one with furrowed eyebrows and a sharp frown. &quot;Merde!&quot; The panda exclaims.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The man shrieks and wails in pain, his deadened hand forcing tears to stream down his face. Without his pistol, and without his hand, he was broken. Weeping and grieving intensely for a few seconds before a thunderous bang shakes the room, shattering all the windows and making a crack in the wall. Phosphorus&#39; throw had made the grenade bounce among the protective steel bars of the window, but thank the stars it&#39;d bounced out and lost its inertia rather than coming back into the room. The shockwave mostly killed by the wall, the worst that happens is the noise forces everyone&#39;s ears to whistle for a while. That much noise was certain to attract a certain hound and the jeep he was driving, though. The poor man, meanwhile... he was restrained, muttering deranged apologies and whispering the name of someone called Sylvia over and over again... broken... hopeless and in a world of agony.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris has not moved from his spot on the floor, only covering his ears for a moment when the explosion goes off. <br />
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The tanuki sighs and gathers up his things, then rises wearily to his feet. &quot;Give him to me,&quot; he says, holding out burly arms for the poor, broken man.</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron gave a small yelp as her work was momentarily interrupted by the loud explosion. Thankfully she had managed to keep her hand steady as she finally managed to pull the knife from her shoulder. The process having required her to cut into her own flesh to ensure the blade did no harm on its exit. Closing her eyes she placed her hand over her shoulder and willed it to close. The cat getting a little panicky at what might be happening to the others in the next room. though she is soon giving a little sigh when she peeks in to check on them.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Right when the pyrotechnics begin, Firecracker launches off the computer she&#39;s on as she engulfs herself in an aura of flames. Before she can get there, Phosphorus has already pinned the man on the ground. The pony halts in midair to hover a few feet from the others, but her ear flicks at the distinct sound of a grenade being primed. &quot;What part of &#39;don&#39;t do anything stupid&#39; did you not understand?&quot; she growls at him while Phosphorus takes care of the grenade situation.<br />
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Then the big boom goes off, rattling the building and breaking all the windows in the area. Firecracker continues hovering calmly, seemingly not caring about the detonation as she makes sure the man has finally given up.<br />
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&quot;Tch, waste of time,&quot; she grunts, putting out her flames and returning to the computers as she lands on all fours once again. Her demeanor quickly shifts from the intensity she was holding right back into the joyous little pony the group arrived with. &quot;WOWIE! THIS PLACE IS A MESS ALL OF A SUDDEN, HUH?!&quot; she shouts as she looks around to all the broken glass and the man Fenris is taking care of. &quot;AND THAT RINGING IS BACK AGAIN TOO!&quot; she notes, rubbing one of her ears with a forehoof before she goes back to looking for those motherboards like Phosphorus showed her!</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The man is left sniveling, too out of it to even notice what was happening around him. He wept and he shivered, closed off to the rest of the world in his little state of terror. As for Otto? He was on his way... in fact! *BEEP* the loud sound of a car horn is heard outside. Huh, he must have been nearby. The good news however is that most all the salvage is intact! Someone should really get to that...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris takes the poor, catatonic man from Phosphorus, will she or nill she. He smiles serenely at everyone, makes a rather rude gesture and carries the broken man out of the room. He will need attention.</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron quickly gathers up her things and stands up. Her pack getting slung up onto her good shoulder. &quot;I think we should just take the whole towers back. Will take too long to remove each and every board. Best to not linger long after what ever is interested in the noise arrives.&quot; She then hurried over towards one of the towers and scoops one up into each arm. &quot;Plus best not to keep our driver waiting right?&quot; Seemed her arm had healed up quite nicely thanks to her powers and Fires little bubble.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Firecracker continues to hop around the room, propelling herself with her wings when necessary to inspect each tower and work at unscrewing their sweet insides! That is, until Fenris starts to take the man out of the room. &quot;Lemme know if ya need help with anything, Fenny and person guy I dunno your name!&quot; she chirps happily in their direction before going back to her search. &quot;Oh! We&#39;re gunna just take the whole things now?&quot; she asks, stopping halfway through unscrewing one of the screws with her mouth as Cameron comes back inside and simply grabs up a couple towers. &quot;Okie dokie lokie then! Let&#39;s go!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;We should get going.&quot; Phosphorus agrees, in her roundabout way. Her vest, her arm, and her visor are somewhat spattered with the man&#39;s blood, eyeing Fenris as the tanuki drags him away. She thinks to pause for a second, and retreive her knife from their arm, wiping it off on the carpet, or a nearby desk, before sticking it back in its sheath. That could&#39;ve gone much better. But, it was either act, or let someone be shot. She preferred to act. The panda gathered up a few towers, stacking the mini towers atop the fullsize ones in a horizontal stack, carrying them all to the jeep. She mutters to herself, before shaking her head again, shooting Firecracker a bit of an unhappy glance.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The hound looks less than amused once he sees what Fenris was helping with. &quot;You have GOT to be kidding me... who is this? What&#39;s with his hand?!&quot; the hound asks, then huffs angrily, &quot;Doesn&#39;t matter, get him bandaged up and load him in the back if you want. Phos? Oh, you found some good stuff!&quot; he brightens up immediately and helps carry some of the towers into the trunk of the jeep. &quot;Come on, come on, get everything you can!&quot; he urges, and once they&#39;ve indeed done just that, grabbing all the towers they could, the hound happily concludes that at least a few of them had usable motherboards among other circuit boards. Surely at least two of them were worth using, right? Slamming the trunk shut, he settles back into the driver&#39;s seat and peers out the window. &quot;Come on, everyone inside!&quot; the hound urges once more. &quot;Did you get that bloke patched up? I&#39;d rather big Z don&#39;t chew me out for getting blood all over the damn seats.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris has no trouble holding the man. There is probably not that much left to him at this point and the tanuki is stronger than his soft appearance would suggest. He gives Otto a friendly smile. &quot;Big Z can choke on my big, magical bells,&quot; he says pleasantly, but stops to tend to the man&#39;s wounds. With the mini bubble that Firecracker is generating, the nanites are no doubt already doing their job in restoring the man&#39;s body, though a few hastily applied and suspiciously sticky poultices stop the bleeding and cause the man to relax. <br />
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Fenris hauls him into the back of the jeep and holds him like a child. &quot;You can drop me off at the Japanese shrine,&quot; he says. The scars on this guy&#39;s mind are going to take a lot more work than his body.</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron helps to load up all their finds before she mounts up as well. Though this time it is in the back along with their prisoner. &quot;Will in a moment.&quot; She then reaches into her pack for her optional rounds for her weapons and pulls one out. She then sticks the guy with it. Turned out to be a sedative. So that he doesn&#39;t try anything should he regain his wit and will to struggle. She then watches the coon work his magic. Observing curiously all the while.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Not really able to carry the towers out on her own, Firecracker instead hops atop the stack of computers Phosphorus makes to hitch a ride back to the jeep. When she sees the dirty look the panda gives her, she tilts her head in confusion and asks, &quot;What?&quot; She then goes on to apologize, &quot;Oh! Sorry I can&#39;t really carry anything! It&#39;s just too heavy!&quot;<br />
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When they make it back to their ride, Firecracker reclaims her position at the front of the vehicle, planting her rumpus down on the dashboard for the ride home while her healing warmth and nanite assistance spreads through the little area.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Serenely, Phosphorus gets into the vehicle, after placing the computers where they should go. She emits a quiet sigh, placing her rucksack between the glovebox and between her legs, withdrawing the knife from her vest and a small whetstone set from her back, beginning to sharpen the knife again. The panda would&#39;ve preferred to avoid violence, contrary to popular belief. But sometimes, a result is inevitable. She slowly drags the edge of the knife along the stone, letting out another, steady exhale, flipping the blade over to tend to the other side. You take care of their weapons, they take care of you, yes. &quot;Tsk.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The hound sighs, a wide smile on his face as he turns the ignition key and revs the engine. He turns back to spot Cameron and Fenris tending to the man, a light chuckle given at the bells comment. Noting the sedative, Otto could only guess what that was, but assumptions and knowing Cameron knew her stuff were enough to lead to an obvious conclusion &quot;Those painkillers or something? Bah, if it keeps him quiet, good thinking. Here. You&#39;re the DJ, right? Maybe some music can help ease the tension.&quot; Otto offers his laptop back to the cat girl, before leaning back in his seat. As Phosphorus gets on, he flashes them all a wide smile &quot;Good work, guys. I&#39;ll make sure you&#39;re well rewarded. I can take you as far as Zephyr, Fen. Can&#39;t go all the way to the shrine, but... I can help you carry this bloke there if you want. Anyway... off we go!&quot; he announces happily and shifts into gear, before pressing down the gas pedal, the tires kicking up dust behind them as they drive off at a rapid speed! It was a good day.</div>[[Category:RPLogs]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Salvage_Hunting_-_Electronic_Boogaloo_Edition_-_RPLOG&diff=716136Salvage Hunting - Electronic Boogaloo Edition - RPLOG2018-03-03T04:23:31Z<p>Otto: /* Log */</p>
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<div>=Participants=<br />
* [[Cameron]]<br />
* [[Fenris]]<br />
* [[Firecracker]]<br />
* [[Otto]]<br />
* [[Phosphorus]]<br />
=Date=<br />
2/3/2018<br />
=Log=<br />
<div></div><br> <br><div title="Otto">Who could have foreseen that it would be raining when the group was to gather? Someone competent most likely, however this can not exactly be said about the people pushing to have their pet project finished as soon as possible, and one of them was indeed, a rather familiar hound standing where the highway ended, and the vast expanse of empty land stretched before them all. <br />
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Sitting in the driver&#39;s seat of a jeep with his legs hanging loosely out the side, Otto was merrily tending to his favorite time killing activity, fiddling with his laptop, safe from the light drizzle coming down on any unfortunate soul that happened to be walking around outside without some sort of protection. He awaits the willing scavengers eagerly, with a slightly annoyed expression on his face, and his comm unit on mute. Seems something had happened, but that was an entire story of its own...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris does not seem to be particularly bothered by the rain as it drips from the wide brim of his white cowboy hat. The burly tanuki trots amiably along the road to where the Jeep waits. <br />
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&quot;Someone said there was adventure to be had?&quot; he asks as he draws level with the idling vehicle, adjusting the heavy, leather gun belt around his waist. There does not seem to be any gun in it, but it has several interesting pouches, and his sword and spear hang from the harness across his back.</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron had been curious about all this talk about power armour, having come up with several of her own in the past, plus she had been a huge nerd and looking like a space marine was a dream come true for one. So she had gathered up several of her things and set out to join the gather, her tail refusing to settle down at the prospect of fresh salvage. <br />
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She lands with a soft sound, white feathered wings giving one last little flap before they vanish into her back. With the leesser signal she figured they were soon to wake out of it and wings wouldn&#39;t work anyway. Seeing the two large guys already present she gave them both a small wave. &quot;Hello! I am here to help.&quot; Her hand adjusting her pack strap idly.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Firecracker arrives shortly after the others, appropriately singing out, &quot;I&#39;m singin&#39; in the rain! Just singin&#39; in the rain! What a glorious feelin&#39;! I&#39;m happy again!&quot; In she flies from above on her tiny pink pegawings, landing atop the jeep to look towards the others before shaking herself off like a dog, swinging her wings around in little arcs as water is sprayed all over. &quot;Hiya peoples! Someone say something about adventure? I love adventure! I&#39;m Firecracker! What&#39;re your names?!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Out of bubble work was Phosphorus&#39; specialty, her home element, almost. She arrives, moderately armored - vest, trousers, jacket, gloves, boots, helmet. She has a fair complement of weaponry, too, with a handgun tucked into a holster on the front of her vest, and a large revolver in a thigh holster, and the ever-present rifle hanging off to the side, in its straps. She has a large rucksack, probably containing a fair bit of survival gear, ammunition, and emergency rations.<br />
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The panda is seemly unaffected by the rain, rivulets dancing down her otherwise waterproofed gear. She wipes off a bit of water from the front of her helmet&#39;s face shield, already motioning to open the door of the jeep. &quot;Lets get in, get out, aye?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;Hi Fen.&quot; Otto greets once he spots the tanuki, in a dapper cowboy hat no less. &quot;Sure, I guess you could call it that.&quot; he answers once more souls seem to swoop right in, on a pair of white angelic wings, no less! &quot;Cammie, over here! Get in, get in! Damn this weather!&quot; Otto waves for her to climb into the jeep as well. &quot;Is anyone else coming?&quot; he asks himself out loud, only to have his answer served immediately. Ah, there it was, that familiar cheery tone announcing... yep. &quot;Hi Fire.&quot; Otto snickers and reaches out the front door to pluck the pony up by the tail and set her down within the vehicle, away from the frigid cascade. &quot;That makes three! With Fire so tiny though, that leaves a seat empty.&quot; he hooks a thumb to the one remaining spot left in the jeep. &quot;I did ask for three at most, but if someone else shows up, we&#39;ll take them! So, I&#39;ll be your d... oh!&quot; the canine pauses and blinks as he spots another figure approaching. Ah, there she was! How could Phosphorus miss out on something outside the bubble? Well, she couldn&#39;t by the looks of things. &quot;Officer Phosphorus, so glad you could join us.&quot; Otto winks, then waves her over to hop into the jeep as well. <br />
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&quot;So! I will be your driver for the day, folks. We&#39;ll be heading out to explore a small town some ways away from here, there&#39;s a lot of shops and even a warehouse there. Reports suggest that there aren&#39;t many ferals in the area, though there have been sightings of wandering bandits and looters.&quot; the canine taps his forehead &quot;Where there are looters, there&#39;s bound to be loot. My point though, I won&#39;t be coming with you, I&#39;ll just guard the jeep since if I lose this thing, it&#39;s gonna cost me an arm and a leg.&quot; the canine cringes softly and sighs &quot;Anyway, I hope you know your electronics, cause that&#39;s mostly what we&#39;re after, yeah?&quot; <br />
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He turns the ignition key, and revs the engine a few times. &quot;Should be quiet, especially given the shitty weather, but keep an eye out and a weapon within reach, just in case.&quot; the canine warns, then tries to turn the AC on, but the blasted thing was busted. Go figure, right? Huffing to himself, he adjusts the mirrors, or what was left of them, and waits for everyone to get in so that they can head off.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris hauls himself into a seat, leaning a thick arm and his round face out the window. &quot;Adventure!&quot; he calls out jovially!</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron gave the large hound a little smile as she moved around the vehicle. &quot;Hello Otto, always good to see you well.&quot; Thankfully the cat was wearing her usual hoodie, with the hood thrown up to keep her hair and ears nice and dry. The cat trying to get into the passanger seat if she could as she climbed into the jeep as well. &quot;Sounds fair enough, would hate to have to walk back in this weather.&quot; Her hands setting her pack on the floor and lowering her hood to let her ears stretch and flick about freely. &quot;Am all set.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Firecracker makes no objection to being plucked up by the tail and placed wherever she&#39;s put! Though she does then hop up onto the dashboard right above the steering wheel to get a better view of where they&#39;re going. &quot;Hiya, Fenny! Hiya, Cammie! Hiya, Phossy! Hiya, Toey!&quot; she greets each member of the group with a rapid waving of a foreleg before addressing Otto once again. &quot;If we&#39;re goin&#39; out to loot stuff, doesn&#39;t that mean we&#39;re the looters?&quot; she asks with a tilt of her head.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus wordlessly slips the pack off her shoulders as she fits herself in the jeep, wedging it behind the chair in front of her and unzipping one of the front pockets, withdrawing a small plastic box. She pulls the pistol out of her vest, hitting the release button to eject the magazine, and pulling on the slide to clear the chamber, pushing the spare round back into the magazine, beginning to disassemble the weapon and clean it. &quot;Yes. We are scavenging. Necessary evil.&quot; The panda replies curtly to Firecracker, running a small brush down the barrel of the firearm.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">With all four party members in the truck the hound closes the driver side door and steps on the gas, accelerating onward, to adventure! The familiar grounds disappear entirely behind the group as they navigate through the barren wasteland, though Otto does pull out his laptop with one arm and hand it to Cameron. &quot;Cammie, play some funky beats for us, eh?&quot; he flashes her a smile, unable to operate the damn thing while driving, and knowing the cat was familiar with computers. Well, so he recalled from when last they met, at least... &quot;So! Before we arrive, do you folks have any questions?&quot; the hound asks, thankful that they were at least somewhat comfortable in the jeep.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">&quot;You can always call it treasure hunting if that makes you happier,&quot; Fenris says amiably, holding his hat on with one hand as the wind whips his fur around. &quot;What exactly are we looking for?&quot; he asks Otto, finally leaning back inside the jeep, water dripping from his hat as the jeep gets up to speed, &quot;And who exactly are we doing all this for?&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron gave a small nod as she let the mouse cursor move around the laptop desk before finding the music player and loading up one of the hounds playlists. The cat definitely giving the list a quick browse over first though before picking one. &quot;Yeah, is always a good idea to know what exactly the employer is wanting us to find, otherwise we might not get what they want or enough of what they desired.&quot; The cat making sure to keep the laptop in her lap as she turned to look at the others.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">&quot;Oh! Treasure hunting! Yaaay!&quot; Firecracker cheers at the idea. &quot;Who has the treasure map? Did anyone bring shovels? How about eyepatches? We can&#39;t have a piratey treasure hunt without eye patches! Or a peg leg!&quot; Once the music comes on, the little pegapone quickly shifts attention to the song instead. &quot;Oh! I know this one!&quot; she chirps happily, singing along with the music and dancing on the dashboard, wigglin her booty all over the place as she hops about to the beat. &quot;Carry on my wayward soOOoon! There&#39;ll be peace when you are doOOoone! Lay your weary head to reeEEeest! Don&#39;tchu cry no mooooore!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus rolls her eyes once the music starts, instead narrowing her eyes and focusing on the ritual of weapon maintence. She carefully oils the moving parts, testing the spring, then fitting the slide back on, and racking it a few times to make sure everything is fitting together well. The panda slips the magazine in, pulls the slide once more, chambering a round, then sticking the firearm back into her chest holster. She sticks the cleaning kit back into her backpack, securely putting it back in place, and zips up the compartment once more.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">&quot;Motherboards. Well, generally any kind of high quality circuit boards, really.&quot; the hound shrugs &quot;We&#39;ll spellunk the town and see what we find. Looters generally don&#39;t go for electronics so much as they do for provisions like food, water, medical supplies, ammo, weapons... but that&#39;s not what we are after. Also, strange that you folks don&#39;t already know this. Bah, my klutz of a partner must have not been specific enough...&quot; the hound huffs dismissively and starts to jam out to the beat of the music. &quot;Nice choice, Cam!&quot; he smiles at her. <br />
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The distant shapes of buildings were coming into view. The area was reminiscent of a suburb, granted it was long since abandoned, many of the structures ruined and on the verge of collapsing, the roads unmaintained, cracked and overgrown, the houses long since looted, decrepit and emptied out entirely, much the same for the shops and stores, shattered windows and fallen doors hinting for the past presence of desperate souls looking for a way to survive. &quot;Really reminds ya how fucked up things used to be, huh?&quot; Otto notes with a touch of gloom as he lowers the speed and warns everyone, &quot;Keep your eyes peeled for any potential targets, or dangers...&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris plays his best air guitar in the back seat, since it seems that Firecracker has taken vocals. &quot;BOW nownow NAOW! BOW naow naow NAOW! Ga digga dadigga da!&quot; he sings along with the tinny computer speakers. Despite his wild gesticulations, he stays clear of Phosphorus and her delicate, potentially dangerous work. <br />
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The big tanuki stops his air guitar playing to look out at the ruins &quot;What do you mean, used to be?&quot; he asks, &quot;As far as we know, big chunks of the world are just like this. I&#39;m not really well connected, but I don&#39;t think we&#39;ve heard much from-&quot; he trails off and points a heavy paw toward a large building up ahead. &quot;That one,&quot; he says, &quot;Looks like one of those old RadioHut/Mister Computer tech places. That should have all sorts of stuff. Nothing a survivor out here would need or want inside, I&#39;ll bet.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron gives a little shiver, the hair on her ears poofing out for just a moment before she gave her head a little shake. &quot;Think the best course of action to find computers would be to look for any buildings with more then one floor to them. Chances are if it is a home or office with multiple stories, there is gonna be at least one computer. Either from a home office or a business office. The library could also be a good bet too.&quot; She then looks to see where the large coon was pointing and gave a small nod. That could work as well. Though could be more dangerous. &quot;That is probably a sure shot. Though we should still be careful just in case. Never know if someone decided to hole up in it because people overlook its usefullness.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">The moment their jeep leaves the comfort of the bubble, Firecracker erects a new minibubble with her Distributed and Nanite Manufacturing Nanomagics! At the same time! Then once they reach the city, she keeps her eyes nice and peeled as she looks around to all the new sights to see, zipping from one side of the jeep to the other rapidly as she works to see absolutely everything around her, pointing out each thing for everyone else to share in her enjoyment! &quot;Oh look! Chili for only ninety nine cents! Oh! And buy one get one free CDs! Oh! And free trial male enhancement pills! Oh! And a couplea people in that alley! Oh! And a flower shop! Think they have any tasty flowers in there?&quot; She presses her little face against the window, hooves to either side of her head and tail swishing around behind her excitedly as she focuses on the last thing.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;It won&#39;t go off unless I pull the trigger, you know.&quot; Phosphorus states, shooting a bit of a glance at Fenris. &quot;A round has to be in the chamber, too, which it wasn&#39;t until the very end.&quot; The panda sighs, glancing out the window, at the warehouse, at the buildings. &quot;The computer places are probably the best bet, aye. I guarantee we can find at least some form of circuit board, there. Perhaps even some sort of SoC.&quot; Finding an up-to-date GPU or CPU would definitely be a score.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The jeep halts with a light sway, and Otto gently takes his laptop back, putting it away and turning off the music. He turns off the engine and opens the door, stepping out into the light rain to look around. &quot;Good catch, Fen.&quot; he nods, then primes his own weapons and casts a worried look around. &quot;People in the alleys...&quot; he sighs softly. &quot;Okay, well, this looks like as good a spot as any to start. I&#39;ll stay with the jeep, as I said. You folks...&quot; he shrugs and gestures towards the structure. &quot;Get in, loot, get out, profit. Simple merc work. Stay safe, alright?&quot; Now... how to get inside...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris nods and heaves himself out of the back seat, standing for a moment to appreciate the building in front of him. He tips his hat back a little and sticks his thumbs in his belt. His belt buckle glints in the low light, showing off the stylized lettering that spells out &#39;BIG BOY.&#39; &quot;Nothing for it,&quot; he says, &quot;And no point in waiting around!&quot; The burly tanuki saunters off toward the front doors. First things first, he reaches out and just tries to tug them open.</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron grabs her pack when they roll to a stop. Her head giving a little nod before hoping out of the jeep as well. The kitty is quick to pull her hood up before scurrying towards the computer store. Her eyes narrowing as they glance into the darkened building. The cat letting her eyes take in what ever light is avaiable so she could see in the darkness. Making sure the large coon doesn&#39;t get murked while seeing if the door is locked, which very well might not be, never know how badly in a rush the owner had been to leave.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Firecracker shoots out the window to hover behind the tanuki as he tries the doors. When they don&#39;t open, she &quot;Hmmmmms&quot; aloud and begins looking for a secondary entrance! Up the little pegasus goes, looking down to the rooftop to see if there&#39;s any way to get inside. Not finding what she was looking for, she goes back down to regroup with the others. &quot;Darn! No way to get in!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;Where there&#39;s a will, there&#39;s a way.&quot; Phosphorus notes, stepping out of the vehicle while resecuring her pack around her shoulders. She approaches the door at a bit of a clip, tugging a... rather large revolver out of her thigh holster, pressing it against the door&#39;s lock, gun aiming downwards from the point of entry. This is a common tactic in door breaching -- when a shotgun isn&#39;t available, anyways. &quot;You all may want to cover your ears.&quot; She warns, giving a brief delay before tugging the trigger.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">BANG! The door shakes as the bullet makes short work of the locking mechanism. Weakened to the point of falling apart, all it would take is a firm shove to dismantle the lock and push the door open. Alas, all that noise, Otto looked on in the distance, shaking his head and sighing, now even more on alert than before. &quot;I&#39;m moving the jeep.&quot; he declares and climbs back in. &quot;Next time try to be a little more subtle, we don&#39;t know who&#39;s here!&quot; he adds, then grumbles something under his breath and starts the vehicle up &quot;Fire a round in the air again and I&#39;ll come to pick you up. I&#39;ll be in the area.&quot; he announces through the open car window, then drives off somewhere safe. Odds were that if more gunfire is heard, he&#39;d want to be there to evacuate his team anyway...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris throws up his hands to cover his ears as he turns away from the door. He straightens up and looks at the ruined lock, frowning a bit. &quot;Not how I would have done it,&quot; he admits, &quot;But no use dwelling on it, right?&quot; <br />
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The tanuki opens the door and strides in side before looking sadly over his shoulder. &quot;Might have been nice to be able to lock up after, though,&quot; he observes, then turns his attention to the dim building interior.</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron flinches at the sound of her shooting the gun off. &quot;Woah!&quot; The cat jumping up to glare at the panda woman. Stomping over towards her and looking quite angry, even if the sight was a little humorous given her small size. &quot;Thought you were suppose to be an expert on things soldiery?&quot; Her hand then pointing towards the door. &quot;Cause that was not. Where is your common sense?!&quot; The kitty admonishing the panda for the foolish action. &quot;Now all the shadowy figures Fire mentioned know we are here for sure. And you alerted anyone with an ear in a mile that we are here and ready to be jumped on for shiny new weapons and ammo.&quot; She then stormed after the large male. &quot;And all it would have taken was some quiet finese.&quot; Hummphing a little as she followed him. &quot;Could have opened it quietly too.&quot; Grumbling a little as she had the tools for such a thing in her pack.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Firecracker watches the gun as it goes off, not bothering to take the care to cover her ears in the process. The bright flash and loud noise has the pony blinking a few times to recover her sight. &quot;IS IT JUST ME, OR IS IT -REALLY- RINGY IN HERE?&quot; she asks REALLY LOUDLY, as she flies into the room to land atop Fenris&#39; head and look around. Noting that&#39;s it&#39;s kinda really dark in here, she decides to fix the problem by looking for a light switch! Or maybe it&#39;s just kinda hard to see cause of that blinding light from a few seconds earlier... Who knows! Light switch looking-time anyway!</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;Door breaching -is- a common tactic. For example, if we were clearing this, as soon as the lock&#39;s shot, flashbang goes in, everyong goes in after.&quot; Phosphorus notes, pushing open the cylinder and extracting the empty shell, and replacing it with a fresh one. &quot;I think they knew we were here anyway. That jeep is a gas guzzler - the engine is loud, the wheels not exactly quiet. If anything, this bought us some time. They know we&#39;re armed - they&#39;ll be more hesitant to attack. Now, lets hurry up and get the boards and get out of here.&quot; She presses inside, starting to look about for what they need. If the building is dark, she goes ahead and summons a fair bit of light, with her own bit of nanomagic, while Fire is providing them with a bubble.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The interior is now dimly illuminated by the opening of the door, and the inside of an abandoned office building is visible. The wall flowers had long since died out, dust covering the ground and desks strewn about the various parts of the room. Sadly, not a single scrap of electronics is visible, merely basic furniture such as shelves, a water cooler, the desks mentioned previously, a few office chairs, a waiting sofa, some dusty old folders here and there... whoever owned this place packed up well and left only the bare bones. There are two doors in this room, one to the left of the entrance and one to the right, the left reading &quot;Staff Lounge&quot; and the right reading &quot;Mt. Department&quot;.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris absently wandere around the periphery of the room, tugging on closed shutters to let in somedaylight. He does not seem to mind his pony hat as he saunters over to the Mt. Department door and tries the handle.</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron shakes her head. Maybe, but the panda had just alerted everyone to where they were precisely, as that was much louder then the jeep. And she figured it was a lost cause to point out most people who have vehicles now adays are heavily armoured to keep them. After a moment she heads on over towards the door leading to the MT department. &quot;Vesides, these things have been being eaten by idle nanites and time for the last decade. Wont take much to break it either.&quot; She then gives the Mt door a good yank open when she sees Fenris trying it. Totally helping!</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">While Fenris gets a boop in the snoot by an opening door, Firecracker hops off his head and onto Cameron&#39;s to avoid getting whacked as well. Seeing this room even darker than the last, she once again looks for a light switch to get this place illuminated! A short look around lets her see what she&#39;s looking for and she zips on over and flicks it up to get a little clicking noise, but no light! &quot;Huh, let&#39;s try again!&quot; she says, flicking it down and back up, this time shutting off her Manufacturing Nanomagic and turning on Light to brighten the room. &quot;Ta-daa~!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus glances at Cameron with a raised eyebrow. &quot;If it would make you feel more comfortable, I can set up a defensive perimeter. This is the only entrance, it seems, so I can easily watch it without a problem. Or... I can push forward through the staff room entrance and we can try to get this done quicker. I can do either, without a problem, and I have a few explosives to leave a nasty surprise -if- you&#39;re concerned about an ambush.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The interior of the maintainance department shows some promise, a few old towers visible here and there, likely old computers that were in the process of being repaired or cleaned, but just left there to rot. Thankfully, metal doesn&#39;t rot so easily, especially treated PC towers. The light that the pony provides is just enough to illuminate the room, though not much is really seen from just the doorframe, is it?</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris rubs his nose and looks around Cameron into the room. His ears perk up. &quot;Hey look!&quot; he says, &quot;Computers!&quot; He peers around and nudges the human forward. &quot;Let&#39;s get to it.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron wasn&#39;t all that hard to look around, or over for that matter, she was barely over four feet tall. She then gives the large guy a small nod. Though she soon turns towards the panda. &quot;Do what ever. And laying traps may not be the best idea, we may need to come back here in the future.&quot; She then hurries into her room, a hand unlinging her pack so she can pull out a little black and grey box. &quot;Shouldn&#39;t take too long to remove the boards that we need.&quot; The cat beginning to look over each machine to see what was useable and what was in too rough a shape for them to take back.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">&quot;Yeah! Computers!&quot; Firecracker chips happily as she spots the assembled assemblies, then starting over in their direction to land atop one of the towers. &quot;I don&#39;t see any mother boards around though... Or baby boards!&quot; she says, searching around for those planks of wood!</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus sighs, following along back into the room. She peers at Firecracker, eyebrow raised, approaching the tiny equine and undoing the case&#39;s side panel beneath them, quickly unscrewing the thumb-screws on the desktop and pulling open the panel. &quot;The motherboard is the largest board in the computer, see.&quot; The panda points at the actual motherboard in the case, blowing on the board and peering at the capacitors. &quot;See these little circles? If they&#39;re bulging, the board is probably bad. This one looks alright, so, you&#39;ll want to unplug these cables, unscrew the points here...&quot; Phosphorus, again, points to the points where the motherboard is mounted to the case, and where the cables tether the desktop to the board, &quot;...and, then, pull it right off.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The group wanders into the room, each examining the various towers some more productive than others, though for one of these agents, it would be a reminder to always have a careful look and sniff before entering a new and unfamiliar area. As Cameron wanders deeper into the room, her keen senses give her a small window of opportunity to avoid the consequences of her carelessness, though too small a window, it would seem... <br />
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Behind one of the desks, and out of sight of the others, leaps a wild-eyed and raggedly clothed human, pouncing and lashing out at her with a knife. The blade aimed for her neck instead jabs deep into her shoulder! &quot;FILTHY MUTANT SCUM!&quot; the man shrieks, releasing his knife and drawing a gun from his pocket, he aims it at the closest mutant, Phosphorus. &quot;GO AWAY! AWAY WITH YOUR FILTH! I&#39;LL SHOOT, I SWEAR I&#39;LL KILL ALL OF YOU!&quot; he screams, his hand shaking, his state a frenzied panic as he takes a step back~</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris stops, a pleasant smile on his chubby face as he raises his hands. &quot;I think we would all rather avoid any shooting, friend,&quot; he says amiably. The tubby tanuki practically radiates friendliness. <br />
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He does not lower his hands or advance, but turns his eyes to Cameron for a moment. &quot;Miss Cameron,&quot; he says pleasantly, &quot;Why don&#39;t you make your way back here, that wound could become quite serious and our new friend does not seem to much like company.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron gasps as she falls backwards onto her rump. Thankfully though the wound wasn&#39;t life threaten for the moment. With a wince she held up her good hand to try and calm the frenzied human. &quot;Woah... We mean you no harm!&quot; Thankfully she appeared quite human as her ears were currently hidden beneath her hoodie. And thinking quick she opted to quickly changing it so she wasn&#39;t by hiding her tail in her hoodie as well. And like any good doctor she opts to leave the knife where it is for the moment. Knowing that it will just cause more damage if removed, especially if it has a serrated edge. She glances towards Fenris and gives a small nod before trying to crawl back towards him without triggering the man. Hopefully her very human appearance will make him feel bad for stabbing her. &quot;I can treat it...&quot; Her gaze casting warily to the paniced human.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Firecracker watches Phosphorus intently, listening to her instructions as she hangs her head over the side of the tower to follow her directions. Should be easy enough! Just find some more computers and open then and pull some wires and take the board thingy! Her ear then flicks at the sounds coming from a bit away, getting her to look up at the human shoving his knife into her friend! That just won&#39;t do at all!<br />
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Firecracker stands up tall on her hindlegs, facing the human with the gun as Cameron makes her way away from him on the ground. &quot;Hey! Drop it right now! You don&#39;t wanna do anything stupid, do you?!&quot; she shouts at him, pointing a foreleg directly at him and giving him quite the intimidating glare.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus sighs, hands slightly up in front of her chest as she rolls to her feet. Her face-shield is still down, but she moves slowly to place herself in front of the others. She eyes his gun. A run of the mill 9x19. Probably civillian grade. The panda had trust in her armor - even her face would be protected. It was designed to shrug off a rifle round with a few broken ribs. The panda slowly walks towards the man with the gun, hands still &#39;up&#39;, to other side of her chest. She&#39;s keeping herself a target. &quot;I think you have the wrong group.&quot; Phos states, calmly, steadily. She keeps approaching, slowly, steadily. She&#39;s not rushing, but she&#39;s certainly getting closer. &quot;We&#39;re just here to grab some stuff, and leave. Nothing of value to you will be taken, I promise.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The man keeps trembling, now pointing the gun at Fenris. &quot;I know your kind. Furry fucking liars... DON&#39;T PLAY YOUR MIND GAMES WITH ME, JUST LEAVE!!!&quot; he screams at the top of his lungs, a tear rolling down his cheek as he takes another step back &quot;You&#39;re not gonna get another fucking warning.&quot; he tosses Firecracker a glance &quot;And take your girl&#39;s toy with you, you fucking freaks-STAND BACK!!!&quot; the man tenses up entirely once more, whatever Fenris had done now un-done by the others. &quot;J-j-just take what you want and FUCK OFF!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">&quot;Sure, sure,&quot; Fenris says soothingly, moving forward to stand by Phosphorus. &quot;My friends here are just going to load up some okd computer parts,&quot; he says, easing himself down to sit on the ground, &quot;And I&#39;m going to make some tea.&quot; <br />
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He smiles up at the armored panda, &quot;Thank you for your help,&quot; he says, &quot;I imagine the others could use your supervision.&quot; He takes off his hat and fishes out a little box of tea bags. Replacing his hat, he produces his small pack from somewhere and starts to lay out a small kettle and a tin cup and even a pair of sealed water bottles. &quot;I&#39;ll be fine with our new friend.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron gives a small sigh seeing as things were calming down quite a bit now she opted on getting out of the room and out of the way of any Phosphorus inspired bullets as well. Once outside she pulled her pack to herself and pulled out a few things, namely a medpack. Then with a careful hand she began seeing to her wound. Which involved a scapel and lots of bandages. Thankfully though with her own powers of nano wizardry, she could mend it up quite quickly once the knife was removed from her shoulder.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Firecracker crosses her forelegs over her chest and flares her wings out wide, a whole 6 inches across fully unfurled. &quot;I told you not to do anything stupid. Last warning. Drop it and take a seat with the tanuki.&quot; She simply stands there simmering with heat as she waits for Cameron to make her exit, no need to get her more hurt than she already is.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;I&#39;m not moving as long as he&#39;s armed.&quot; Phosphorus attempts to whisper to Fenris, before glancing over at Firecracker, and rolled her eyes. &quot;Right. Fuck it. Completely sorry about this, Fenris.&quot; The panda mutters under her breath, reaching on pyrotechnic nanomagic to cause a loud series of pops, sparks, and explosions behind the person. She waits for him to react, before quickly attempting to close the distance, knock his arm off to the side, and apply a swift punch to the throat, attempting to get him to the ground, and his arms behind his back. See, before, she would&#39;ve just shot him...</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The man falls to the ground, he struggles and kicks, putting up much more of a fight than expected given how famished he looked. Once he is immobile with his arms behind his back, he glares around the different faces in the room and croaks out &quot;I won-crrh...go down, like my ff--rrrcghk-family... taking you ffrrckrs with me... burn in hell... frreaks!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Phosphorus emits a very low growl, ears twerking as she hears the distinctive sound of a grenade pin being pulled. She quickly reaches a hand to her vest, pulling a small knife from underneath her pistol holster, yanking the man&#39;s arm out with her other hand, and quickly shoving her knife in the man&#39;s wrist, releasing the blade and wrestling the grenade from the nerve-dead hand. She pulls the man&#39;s arm with great force to throw him to the side, glancing around the room, quickly fixating on one of the many windows in the room, chucking the explosive out of the nearest window as hard as she can. She quickly goes back to attempting to restrain the man, her previously neutral gaze now hardened into one with furrowed eyebrows and a sharp frown. &quot;Merde!&quot; The panda exclaims.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The man shrieks and wails in pain, his deadened hand forcing tears to stream down his face. Without his pistol, and without his hand, he was broken. Weeping and grieving intensely for a few seconds before a thunderous gang shakes the room, shattering all the windows and making a crack in the wall. Phosphorus&#39; throw had made the grenade bounce among the protective steel bars of the window, but thank the stars it&#39;d bounced out and lost its inertia rather than coming back into the room. The shockwave mostly killed by the wall, the worst that happens is the noise forces everyone&#39;s ears to whistle for a while. That much noise was certain to attract a certain hound and the jeep he was driving, though. The poor man, meanwhile... he was restrained, muttering deranged apologies and whispering the name of someone called Sylvia over and over again... broken... hopeless and in a world of agony.</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris has not moved from his spot on the floor, only covering his ears for a moment when the explosion goes off. <br />
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The tanuki sighs and gathers up his things, then rises wearily to his feet. &quot;Give him to me,&quot; he says, holding out burly arms for the poor, broken man.</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron gave a small yelp as her work was momentarily interrupted by the loud explosion. Thankfully she had managed to keep her hand steady as she finally managed to pull the knife from her shoulder. The process having required her to cut into her own flesh to ensure the blade did no harm on its exit. Closing her eyes she placed her hand over her shoulder and willed it to close. The cat getting a little panicky at what might be happening to the others in the next room. though she is soon giving a little sigh when she peeks in to check on them.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Right when the pyrotechnics begin, Firecracker launches off the computer she&#39;s on as she engulfs herself in an aura of flames. Before she can get there, Phosphorus has already pinned the man on the ground. The pony halts in midair to hover a few feet from the others, but her ear flicks at the distinct sound of a grenade being primed. &quot;What part of &#39;don&#39;t do anything stupid&#39; did you not understand?&quot; she growls at him while Phosphorus takes care of the grenade situation.<br />
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Then the big boom goes off, rattling the building and breaking all the windows in the area. Firecracker continues hovering calmly, seemingly not caring about the detonation as she makes sure the man has finally given up.<br />
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&quot;Tch, waste of time,&quot; she grunts, putting out her flames and returning to the computers as she lands on all fours once again. Her demeanor quickly shifts from the intensity she was holding right back into the joyous little pony the group arrived with. &quot;WOWIE! THIS PLACE IS A MESS ALL OF A SUDDEN, HUH?!&quot; she shouts as she looks around to all the broken glass and the man Fenris is taking care of. &quot;AND THAT RINGING IS BACK AGAIN TOO!&quot; she notes, rubbing one of her ears with a forehoof before she goes back to looking for those motherboards like Phosphorus showed her!</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The man is left sniveling, too out of it to even notice what was happening around him. He wept and he shivered, closed off to the rest of the world in his little state of terror. As for Otto? He was on his way... in fact! *BEEP* the loud sound of a car horn is heard outside. Huh, he must have been nearby. The good news however is that most all the salvage is intact! Someone should really get to that...</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris takes the poor, catatonic man from Phosphorus, will she or nill she. He smiles serenely at everyone, makes a rather rude gesture and carries the broken man out of the room. He will need attention.</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron quickly gathers up her things and stands up. Her pack getting slung up onto her good shoulder. &quot;I think we should just take the whole towers back. Will take too long to remove each and every board. Best to not linger long after what ever is interested in the noise arrives.&quot; She then hurried over towards one of the towers and scoops one up into each arm. &quot;Plus best not to keep our driver waiting right?&quot; Seemed her arm had healed up quite nicely thanks to her powers and Fires little bubble.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Firecracker continues to hop around the room, propelling herself with her wings when necessary to inspect each tower and work at unscrewing their sweet insides! That is, until Fenris starts to take the man out of the room. &quot;Lemme know if ya need help with anything, Fenny and person guy I dunno your name!&quot; she chirps happily in their direction before going back to her search. &quot;Oh! We&#39;re gunna just take the whole things now?&quot; she asks, stopping halfway through unscrewing one of the screws with her mouth as Cameron comes back inside and simply grabs up a couple towers. &quot;Okie dokie lokie then! Let&#39;s go!&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">&quot;We should get going.&quot; Phosphorus agrees, in her roundabout way. Her vest, her arm, and her visor are somewhat spattered with the man&#39;s blood, eyeing Fenris as the tanuki drags him away. She thinks to pause for a second, and retreive her knife from their arm, wiping it off on the carpet, or a nearby desk, before sticking it back in its sheath. That could&#39;ve gone much better. But, it was either act, or let someone be shot. She preferred to act. The panda gathered up a few towers, stacking the mini towers atop the fullsize ones in a horizontal stack, carrying them all to the jeep. She mutters to herself, before shaking her head again, shooting Firecracker a bit of an unhappy glance.</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The hound looks less than amused once sees what Fenris was helping with. &quot;You have GOT to be kidding me... who is this? What&#39;s with his hand?!&quot; the hound asks, then huffs angrily, &quot;Doesn&#39;t matter, get him bandaged up and load him in the back if you want. Phos? Oh, you found some good stuff!&quot; he brightens up immediately and helps carry some of the towers into the trunk of the jeep. &quot;Come on, come on, get everything you can!&quot; he urges, and once they&#39;ve indeed done just that, grabbing all the towers they could, the hound happily concludes that at least a few of them had usable motherboards among other circuit boards. Surely at least two of them were worth using, right? Slamming the trunk shut, he settles back into the driver&#39;s seat and peers out the window. &quot;Come on, everyone inside!&quot; the hound urges once more. &quot;Did you get that bloke patched up? I&#39;d rather big Z don&#39;t chew me out for getting blood all over the damn seats.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Fenris">Fenris has no trouble holding the man. There is probably not that much left to him at this point and the tanuki is stronger than his soft appearance would suggest. He gives Otto a friendly smile. &quot;Big Z can choke on my big, magical bells,&quot; he says pleasantly, but stops to tend to the man&#39;s wounds. With the mini bubble that Firecracker is generating, the nanites are no doubt already doing their job in restoring the man&#39;s body, though a few hastily applied and suspiciously sticky poultices stop the bleeding and cause the man to relax. <br />
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Fenris hauls him into the back of the jeep and holds him like a child. &quot;You can drop me off at the Japanese shrine,&quot; he says. The scars on this guy&#39;s mind are going to take a lot more work than his body.</div><br> <br><div title="Cameron">Cameron helps to load up all their finds before she mounts up as well. Though this time it is in the back along with their prisoner. &quot;Will in a moment.&quot; She then reaches into her pack for her optional rounds for her weapons and pulls one out. She then sticks the guy with it. Turned out to be a sedative. So that he doesn&#39;t try anything should he regain his wit and will to struggle. She then watches the coon work his magic. Observing curiously all the while.</div><br> <br><div title="Firecracker">Not really able to carry the towers out on her own, Firecracker instead hops atop the stack of computers Phosphorus makes to hitch a ride back to the jeep. When she sees the dirty look the panda gives her, she tilts her head in confusion and asks, &quot;What?&quot; She then goes on to apologize, &quot;Oh! Sorry I can&#39;t really carry anything! It&#39;s just too heavy!&quot;<br />
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When they make it back to their ride, Firecracker reclaims her position at the front of the vehicle, planting her rumpus down on the dashboard for the ride home while her healing warmth and nanite assistance spreads through the little area.</div><br> <br><div title="Phosphorus">Serenely, Phosphorus gets into the vehicle, after placing the computers where they should go. She emits a quiet sigh, placing her rucksack between the glovebox and between her legs, withdrawing the knife from her vest and a small whetstone set from her back, beginning to sharpen the knife again. The panda would&#39;ve preferred to avoid violence, contrary to popular belief. But sometimes, a result is inevitable. She slowly drags the edge of the knife along the stone, letting out another, steady exhale, flipping the blade over to tend to the other side. You take care of their weapons, they take care of you, yes. &quot;Tsk.&quot;</div><br> <br><div title="Otto">The hound sighs, a wide smile on his face as he turns the ignition key and revs the engine. He turns back to spot Cameron and Fenris tending to the man, a light chuckle given at the bells comment. Noting the sedative, Otto could only guess what that was, but assumptions and knowing Cameron knew her stuff were enough to lead to an obvious conclusion &quot;Those painkillers or something? Bah, if it keeps him quiet, good thinking. Here. You&#39;re the DJ, right? Maybe some music can help ease the tension.&quot; Otto offers his laptop back to the cat girl, before leaning back in his seat. As Phosphorus gets on, he flashes them all a wide smile &quot;Good work, guys. I&#39;ll make sure you&#39;re well rewarded. I can take you as far as Zephyr, Fen. Can&#39;t go all the way to the shrine, but... I can help you carry this bloke there if you want. Anyway... off we go!&quot; he announces happily and shifts into gear, before pressing down the gas pedal, the tires kicking up dust behind them as they drive off at a rapid speed! It was a good day.</div>[[Category:RPLogs]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Hellhound&diff=682119Hellhound2018-02-03T20:58:13Z<p>Otto: </p>
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<div>Perform a blood ritual in the right place and earn the favor of the guardians of Hell.<br />
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==Location==<br />
The ritual site is the Strange Sanctum beneath Arborwatch Manor. Those who reach it may dedicate for 50 Mako.<br />
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==Powers==<br />
Hellhounds can incinerate their foes with the flames of perdition of [[Hellfire]], and can wither their foes by taking bites out of their souls with [[Soul Burn]], while at the same time invigorating themselves. Delicious.<br />
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==Additional Equipment==<br />
All a Hellhound really needs is its fiery wrath and infernal flames to reap the souls of its foes!<br />
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==Thematic Information==<br />
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Mythical canines of folklore, the Hellhounds are often thought to be tasked with tracking down wayward souls and guiding them to the afterlife, along with other important, spiritual duties, such as guarding the gates to hell themselves. They are often associated with fire and brimstone, and, true to the legends, they have some command over the element.<br />
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[[Category:Dedications]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Hellhound&diff=682118Hellhound2018-02-03T20:57:30Z<p>Otto: /* Powers */</p>
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<div>Perform a blood ritual in the right place and earn access to the aether.<br />
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==Location==<br />
The ritual site is the Strange Sanctum beneath Arborwatch Manor. Those who reach it may dedicate for 50 Mako.<br />
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==Powers==<br />
Hellhounds can incinerate their foes with the flames of perdition of [[Hellfire]], and can wither their foes by taking bites out of their souls with [[Soul Burn]], while at the same time invigorating themselves. Delicious.<br />
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==Additional Equipment==<br />
All a Hellhound really needs is its fiery wrath and infernal flames to reap the souls of its foes!<br />
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==Thematic Information==<br />
<br />
Mythical canines of folklore, the Hellhounds are often thought to be tasked with tracking down wayward souls and guiding them to the afterlife, along with other important, spiritual duties, such as guarding the gates to hell themselves. They are often associated with fire and brimstone, and, true to the legends, they have some command over the element.<br />
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[[Category:Dedications]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Hellhound&diff=682117Hellhound2018-02-03T20:55:50Z<p>Otto: /* Additional Equipment */</p>
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<div>Perform a blood ritual in the right place and earn access to the aether.<br />
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==Location==<br />
The ritual site is the Strange Sanctum beneath Arborwatch Manor. Those who reach it may dedicate for 50 Mako.<br />
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==Powers==<br />
Hellhounds can rip open small portals to Hell to scorch their foes with the flames of perdition with [[Hellfire]] and can take bites out of the souls of their enemies with [[Soul Burn]] to invigorate themselves.<br />
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==Additional Equipment==<br />
All a Hellhound really needs is its fiery wrath and infernal flames to reap the souls of its foes!<br />
<br />
==Thematic Information==<br />
<br />
Mythical canines of folklore, the Hellhounds are often thought to be tasked with tracking down wayward souls and guiding them to the afterlife, along with other important, spiritual duties, such as guarding the gates to hell themselves. They are often associated with fire and brimstone, and, true to the legends, they have some command over the element.<br />
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[[Category:Dedications]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Hellhound&diff=682116Hellhound2018-02-03T20:54:58Z<p>Otto: /* Thematic Information */</p>
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<div>Perform a blood ritual in the right place and earn access to the aether.<br />
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==Location==<br />
The ritual site is the Strange Sanctum beneath Arborwatch Manor. Those who reach it may dedicate for 50 Mako.<br />
<br />
==Powers==<br />
Hellhounds can rip open small portals to Hell to scorch their foes with the flames of perdition with [[Hellfire]] and can take bites out of the souls of their enemies with [[Soul Burn]] to invigorate themselves.<br />
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==Additional Equipment==<br />
The Hellhounds are letting to tap into the aether and use their form... do you really want to press you luck enough to ask them to equip you too?<br />
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==Thematic Information==<br />
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Mythical canines of folklore, the Hellhounds are often thought to be tasked with tracking down wayward souls and guiding them to the afterlife, along with other important, spiritual duties, such as guarding the gates to hell themselves. They are often associated with fire and brimstone, and, true to the legends, they have some command over the element.<br />
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[[Category:Dedications]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto&diff=681671Otto2018-02-02T13:45:58Z<p>Otto: </p>
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<div>[[Hellhound]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Infobox&diff=681669Otto/Infobox2018-02-02T13:42:20Z<p>Otto: </p>
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<div>Birthday: May 16th, 1988<br />
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Place of Birth: Unknown Nation - Eastern Europe<br />
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Gender: Male<br />
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Primary Form: Hellhound<br />
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Faction: Zephyr<br />
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Primary Combat Role: Police Officer<br />
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Primary Defense: Evasion & Damage Immunity</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Ciana&diff=642006Ciana2017-11-02T00:37:05Z<p>Otto: </p>
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== History ==<br />
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Born and raised in eastern Europe, Octavlian Dimitrov Petrov-Sokolov was born to a modest middle-class family that owned a small workshop in town, Otto's upbringing was actually quite uneventful. His youth was spent helping his father managing and working for the family business, all the while following through on his dream to become an engineer. Mathematics, physics, technical mechanics and electronics were always a strong suit of his, following through each with high grades, he nearly saw himself finally achieve his dream with a doctorate in engineering, but was cut down mere months away from his goal by the events that transpired in February of 2008. <br />
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Many years had passed since his awakening, and many grievances were had over the loss of his old life, his family, his friends, his future, everything. During the darkest months of his life, he struggled to adapt, falling victim to many mutant aggressors and manipulators that promised an easy solution, or a distraction from his sorrows. While he refuses to go into detail of his ordeal, he gladly shares how he had managed to eventually douse his grievances by latching onto his old passions. With all the new equipment and resources at his disposal, seemingly endless potential granted by the very nanites that'd uprooted his life, he made a slow but steady recovery, finally putting his past behind him, where it belonged. Eventually, he would adopt a new name, and start a new life with the organization that played the biggest role in his recovery, RSX Solutions.</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Infobox&diff=614295Otto/Infobox2017-08-27T16:12:38Z<p>Otto: </p>
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<div>Birthday: May 16th, 1988<br />
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Place of Birth: Unknown Nation - Eastern Europe<br />
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Gender: Male<br />
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Primary Form: Golden Jackal<br />
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Faction: Zephyr<br />
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Primary Combat Role: Frontline Soldier<br />
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Primary Defense: Evasion & Damage Immunity</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Infobox&diff=610102Otto/Infobox2017-08-17T08:12:50Z<p>Otto: </p>
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<div>Birthday: May 16th, 1990<br />
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Place of Birth: Unknown Nation - Eastern Europe<br />
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Gender: Male<br />
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Primary Form: Golden Jackal<br />
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Faction: Zephyr<br />
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Primary Combat Role: Frontline Soldier<br />
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Primary Defense: Evasion & Damage Immunity</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Infobox&diff=582982Otto/Infobox2017-06-15T07:15:23Z<p>Otto: </p>
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<div>Birthday: May 16th, 1990<br />
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Place of Birth: Unknown Nation - Eastern Europe<br />
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Gender: Male<br />
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Primary Form: Otter<br />
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Faction: Zephyr<br />
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Primary Combat Role: Frontline Soldier<br />
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Primary Defense: Evasion & Damage Immunity</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Dedications&diff=582981Otto/Dedications2017-06-15T07:13:59Z<p>Otto: Replaced content with "Phoenix"</p>
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<div>[[Phoenix]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Dedications&diff=582980Otto/Dedications2017-06-15T07:13:40Z<p>Otto: </p>
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<div>[[RSX Operative]]<br />
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[[Ixchel Jaguar]]<br />
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[[Phoenix]] <--- Active<br />
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[[Odin]]<br />
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[[Initiate of Dionysis]]<br />
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[[Coyote]]<br />
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[[Nanite Adept]]<br />
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[[Weapon Master]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Dedications&diff=582979Otto/Dedications2017-06-15T07:13:12Z<p>Otto: </p>
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<div>[[RSX Operative]]<br />
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[[Ixchel Jaguar]]<br />
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[[Phoenix]] <--- Active<br />
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[[Odin]]<br />
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[[Initiate of Dionysis]]<br />
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[[Coyote]]<br />
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[[Nanite Adept]]<br />
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[[Weapons Master]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Infobox&diff=582978Otto/Infobox2017-06-15T07:10:52Z<p>Otto: </p>
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<div>Birthday: May 16th, 1990<br />
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Place of Birth: Unknown Nation - Eastern Europe<br />
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Gender: Male<br />
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Primary Form: Otter<br />
Faction: Zephyr<br />
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Primary Combat Role: Frontline Soldier<br />
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Primary Defense: Evasion & Damage Immunity</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Infobox&diff=574531Otto/Infobox2017-05-28T23:33:28Z<p>Otto: </p>
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<div>Birthday: May 16th, 1990<br />
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Place of Birth: Unknown Nation - Eastern Europe<br />
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Gender: Male<br />
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Primary Form: Coyote<br />
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Faction: Zephyr<br />
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Primary Combat Role: Frontline Soldier<br />
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Primary Defense: Evasion & Damage Immunity</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Infobox&diff=566507Otto/Infobox2017-05-10T11:31:52Z<p>Otto: </p>
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<div>Birthday: May 16th, 1990<br />
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Place of Birth: Unknown Nation - Eastern Europe<br />
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Gender: Predominantly Male<br />
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Primary Form: Coyote<br />
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Faction: Zephyr<br />
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Primary Combat Role: Tank<br />
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Primary Defense: Evasion & Damage Immunity</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Infobox&diff=565876Otto/Infobox2017-05-09T19:48:46Z<p>Otto: Undo revision 565875 by Otto (talk)</p>
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<div>Birthday: May 16th, 1990<br />
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Place of Birth: Unknown Nation - Eastern Europe<br />
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Gender: Predominantly Male<br />
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Primary Form: Coyote<br />
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Faction: RSX Betrayer (Survivor)<br />
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Primary Combat Role: Damage<br />
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Primary Defense: Evasion</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Infobox&diff=565875Otto/Infobox2017-05-09T19:45:33Z<p>Otto: </p>
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<div>Birthday: May 16th, 1987<br />
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Place of Birth: Unknown Nation - Eastern Europe<br />
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Gender: Predominantly Male<br />
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Primary Form: Coyote<br />
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Faction: RSX Betrayer (Survivor)<br />
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Primary Combat Role: Damage<br />
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<div>[[Anti Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Counter NanoMagic]]<br />
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> [[Nanite Sealing Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Focused Disturbance Nanomagic]] <br />
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[[Techno Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Data Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Interfacing Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Awareness Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Translation Nanomagic]]<br />
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[[Electric Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Electrical Assault Nanomagic]]<br />
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[[Earth Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Sculpting Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Basic Construction Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Clothing Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Item Conjuration Nanomagic]]<br />
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[[Thermal Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Cryo Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Fire Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Light Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Sparkle Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Pyrotechnic Nanomagic]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Nanomagic&diff=565873Otto/Nanomagic2017-05-09T09:12:56Z<p>Otto: </p>
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<div>[[Anti Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Counter NanoMagic]]<br />
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> [[Nanite Sealing Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Focused Disturbance Nanomagic]] <br />
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[[Techno Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Data Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Interfacing Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Awareness Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Translation Nanomagic]]<br />
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[[Electric Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Electrical Assault Nanomagic]]<br />
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[[Earth Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Sculpting Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Basic Construction Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Clothing Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Item Conjuration Nanomagic]]<br />
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[[Thermal Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Cryo Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Fire Construction Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Light Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Sparkle Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Pyrotechnic Nanomagic]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Nanomagic&diff=565872Otto/Nanomagic2017-05-09T09:12:28Z<p>Otto: </p>
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<div>[[Anti Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Counter NanoMagic]]<br />
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> [[Nanite Sealing Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Focused Disturbance Nanomagic]] <br />
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[[Techno Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Data Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Interfacing Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Awareness Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Translation Nanomagic]]<br />
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[[Electric Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Electrical Assault Nanomagic]]<br />
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[[Earth Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Sculpting Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Basic Construction Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Clothing Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Item Conjuration Nanomagic]]<br />
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[[Thermal Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Cryo Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Fire Construction Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Light Nanomagic]] <br />
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> [[Sparkle Nanomagic]]<br />
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> [[Pyrotechnics Nanomagic]]</div>Ottohttp://wiki.flexiblesurvival.com/index.php?title=Otto/Portrait&diff=540179Otto/Portrait2017-03-16T07:29:08Z<p>Otto: Blanked the page</p>
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<div>The '''Highway''' Once the busiest travel route of the entire city; now little more than a wasteland of asphalt. Still traveling down this long road leads to many places perfect for exploration and adventure.<br />
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==Map==<br />
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This map is currently the best we have short of the Overworld map. It needs to be updated.<br />
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[[image:Highway.png]]<br />
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==Major Areas==<br />
Clicking on the small maps will lead to a larger version.<br />
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*[[Fairhaven]]: Located in the state of California is the point of first release of the Promethean Nanites, and also the headquarters of Zephyr, who with RSX created the Promethean Nanites in the first place. Fairhaven, along with [[Woodfield]], is the primary location of the Flexible Survival game. The City of Fairhaven is quite large and is also home to many forms of mutants.<br />
*Aassahke Encampment: Located just outside of town, this small encampment of coyotes that call themselves the Aassahke are related to [[Coyote]] only by sharing a similar form. The [[Namidian]] dedication point is here along with a very interesting quest which must be completed to access it. If you aren't careful you may walk away with a mate you weren't planning on having!<br />
*Convention Center: Also located just outside of town, this zone is divided up between the parking lot and the main hall. This place must have been having a Cosplay convention going on when P-day hit or perhaps it just attracted all the mutants here that have strong ties to cosplay? If you search the main hall thoroughly enough you may find a booth with a quest which allows access to the [[Lunar Touched]] dedication!<br />
*The Silver Whip: This establishment is a little further down the highway and offers a place for players to buy and sell items. Looking around the place, though, it is evident that more goes on behind the scenes here for those with the right access. Designed to be a haven for BDSM Enthusiasts, The Silver Whip is certainly a place to go to find a slave, a pet, a master, or a mistress, though the pickup channel will get you more results. Perhaps this would be a good place to meet up to heighten the mood!<br />
*Cassidy Farm: The next stop on the highway is a farm that allows weary travelers to take a break in their living room on their way down the Highway. Farmhands seem to have more access to the farm though!<br />
*Little Blessing Acres: Despite the overworld's map suggesting this location can be reached by walking, the only way to access this garden is from the overworld. Unless it connects to Cassidy Farm of course. This garden is merely an access point to a larger farm if you know the right people. Still a garden full of fruits, veggies, and sunflowers might be just the place you are looking to RP in!<br />
*The Dog Pound: A two story building that screams out danger! From the howls, barks, claw marks, and splintered wood, that is about all you can gather from this place. Truthfully, it's a work in progress and it would be best to check this place out later!<br />
*Weapon Master: Down this path is a small cottage home to Diya The Weapon Master. If you can get him to deem you worthy you gain access to the Weapon Master dedication point.<br />
*Dank Caverns: This is an unusual cave system that seems to strangely resemble something feminine. If you look close enough you may find a lake, a catacomb, or even A hatchery filled with eggs in the honeycombed walls. There be vampiric creatures and rock lobsters here!<br />
*[[River]]: Following alongside the Highway for a good ways, it is a little surprising that there is only one place to access the river. The river is thick with ferals, spans a good distance, and reaches quite a few places of it's own.<br />
*Cat Town: This is a small town and yet it is a haven to those of the feline persuasion. Feline related jobs can be found here and a nice lake to RP at.<br />
*Corn Maze: It's a maze! With Corn! What more could you want!? Maybe a reward at the end? Of course you have to get past all those ferals hidden in the corn first.<br />
*Red Fox Building: Hidden in the middle of the Highway, you can find this Zephyr associated building. This building has 3 rooms open to the public. The first 2 rooms seem to be all work, no play. The third room is a recreation room and, judging by the drains, couches, and sex toys, this might just be a fun place to RP!<br />
*Rolling Hills: The hills are alive with mutants! This zone stretches from the desert to the foothills of the mountains.<br />
*Arborwatch Manor: On the outskirts of the East Forest lies Arborwatch Manor a two story structure owned by Otto and Jill, a close friend, while Harold their housekeeper defends and maintains the estate for them earning himself the right to live there as well. It is still being worked on as perfection is a goal to strive for and odds are theres always a way to upgrade with something better. Once finished it will truly be a sight to see, but for now you may enjoy the dojo, the kitchen, the spa, and the peaceful surroundings of the estate with respect for the owner's.<br />
*Maplewood Retreat: A retreat away from the city, this lodge is just beautiful and in such good condition! Just the thing to get away from it all! The lodge also offers accommodations for those who wish to rent a room.<br />
**Sheephole Valley: Found by travelling through Maplewood Retreat. This valley is home to some strong mutant forms, an unexplained crater, a crumbling watchtower, a cliff, a grassy field, and some mineral pools.<br />
*Strip Mall: This mall is perfect for a stroll on the town. Inside there is a pancake house, a coffee shop, a vintage theatre, Club Radiance, and... an Arcade.<br />
**Arcade: This arcade is pretty expensive to enter; however the mutants here are quite unique! This location Houses not just a bunch of arcade machines, but games of skill, games making use of your whole body, and there's even a ball pit!<br />
*Somnium Arbors: This forest is haunted by a fair amount of mutants hiding within a fog that isn't a fog. It's... really hard to explain. Deep inside, a swirling vortex heightens the mysteries of this forest.<br />
*[[Scrublands]]: One of the few locations where compasses don't work and even a map can fail you. The scrublands go on and on, but if you are persistant and can fight your way past the ferals, you may find that they lead to a few interesting places.<br />
*[[East Forest]]: The area is thick with feral mutants and the forest itself seems to have been infected by the nanites. There is more ahead if you explore deeper inside.<br />
*Sagan Memorial Observatory: This observatory's telescope no longer works, but the memorial for the Space Shuttle Challenger still appears to be in good condition. Further inside it gets more high tech with drones, holographic screens, and a large black obelisk that hums... Its possible to rent a room and there is also a medical aid station if you need to heal your wounds.<br />
*Outside Fairhaven: Its the end of the world as we know it! Ok, maybe its just the end of Fairhaven. Out here the nanites grow weaker and weaker as you near the far edge of the bubble. Once you leave death becomes a real possibility, but the road ends with a collapsed bridge just short of leaving the bubble so you should be fine. Along the way to the edge there are still feral mutants, a fortified farm with no entrance, and a road littered with cars turned coffins ever since P-day when the poor souls inside tried to flee.<br />
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