Return to Paradise - RPLOG
Participants
Date
8/10/2017
Log
Camped at the entrance to the highway is a human male dressed in overalls, and despite Zephyr giving the call for agents, the man is wearing a Promethian illuminated helmet. He leans against the cab of what looks like a salvaged blue pickup truck and trailer, quite a few panels of it looking like they were eaten through by nanites. As everyone gathers he speaks: "For those who haven't seen me before I'm Smithson and I'll be driving you out to the town of Paradise. Rumor has it that we may have left some salvage and some of the armor plating behind." He then looks to those who were with him the last time he went out. "Any questions?"
Ebreus glides down to the familiar sight of Smithson and his truck, taking note from the air of the agents who appear to be aproaching from the ground. He lands next to the truck in time to hear Smithson introduce himself. He says, "Hi Smithson, glad to be working with you again and thanks for the timely save last time." He then looks around to the gathering agents and adjusts his hight a bit shorter since they are about to be leaving the bubble.
A trip to the highway was nothing less than usual. However, for Mokou as she stepped out onto the path towards that truck, twas anything but usual. Her normal attire gone in exchange for what almost seemed a bulky chemsuit, swaddling her in its matte-blackened grey finish. Upon her back a large metalic box of sorts, a dismal blackish sludge seeming to move through a nozzle by its side. Her steps were heavy, and her smile bleak as she looked up to the human lad in the truck. "Of... course. Glad to be... of help. Questions... No. Nothing for now. Just need... want this to be done and over with." She reached up, scratching at that iron collar sitting upon her throat, a small chuckle given in turn... "Hopefully will be better than the... other parts to this."
Anbessa lets out alight hum as he steps up as well, hand grasping his bow that's carried over his shoulder as he steps up alongside the other agents, glancing over and back at the others who are approaching as well. Though he quickly returns attention to Smithson to nod his head. "Nice to meetcha, I'm Anbessa." The black haired human introducing himself, silver eyes glancing over the others curiously to spot any familiar faces... And he does indeed spot a few, blinking and smiling to Mokou with a small smirk, though he does pause to look over her outfit that makes the human tilt his head a bit. Certainly a new look, and not one he has seen before... Oh well. Though as he stands there, he takes a few moments to fiddle with the straps of his rather hefty looking riot armor. Either this is his first run out with his armor, or he is still adjusting it, though it does look like it fits his body well, alongside he seems to be geared up with some kind've polearm and a bow with a quiver full of arrows.
Pelle flutters over to the meeting place and lands, she looks around and gives a wave to the ones she knows "hello Smithson thanks for last time" she says and shifts to a bigger form and gives ebreus a hug " and hello ebreus" she says and looks at the ones that arrive after her
she is covered in a jumpsuit with an armord west over her torso and reinforced bits to her jumpsuit that the west isn't covering on her back she has her bow and her rocket launcher on her waist she has her chainsaw strapped to it and a small knife with a quiver with a few arrows and around 3 rockets in it the quiver seems to be made specially to carry rockets and over her west is around 3 grenades and a pistol with a 3 mags to it
It was a glorious day, just past noon, with clear skies and a faint wind. The sun shined down upon the earth, feeding it with life sustaining warmth, giving everyone a final glimpse of good weather before winter inevitably rolls in. Indeed, it was a glorious day, a glorious day to take a risk, a wonderful time to be alive and set out to change the world. Onward! Onward to adventure!
Such was the mood of a very jovial jackal as he bounds through the air, his super jump nanomagic carrying him far with every leap! His feet strike the earth with tremendous force, his weight substantial, yet not enough to crack the ground. To feel the wind in his onyx mane, to face the dangers of the outside world, such were the things that made his day... excellent.
T'was time to leave the bubble again, and this time he came armed with an arsenal much different than what he once used. Where he had a chainsword now the canine carried a flamethrower. His submachine gun had long since been substituted by a laser rifle, a pistol of intricate design and function graced his belt, and a dagger laced with the most potent of poisons lay concealed somewhere among his attire.
The jackal seemed a touch different than his usual self, though not from his attire but because of a very distinct new feature his recently upgraded form came equipped with. His right arm was fully metallic, covered by sheets of armor and guarded by a sturdy metal shoulderguard, fingers capped with steel and a pair of lethal looking claws nesting retracted within the synthetic-looking extremity. Where fabric once covered everything on that arm below the shoulder, now nothing resided, likely so as to not restrict its functionality.
His left eye stared intently, focused and ready for anything that may come, while his right was missing entirely! It was replaced by a circular metallic apparatus, a deep crimson lens faintly glowing in place of the missing organ, the cold steel connecting it to his flesh, or rather replacing said flesh rounding his scalp and reaching back all the way to the rear of his head.
- THUD* The jackal lands after his final leap, his fall sudden and loud, shockwave kicking up a bit of dust around him. He rises from a slight kneel and dusts himself off, glances around the crowd and flashes a toothy smile. "Gentlemen!" he greets with a cheery yip, his piercing gaze and red lens focusing on the various faces around, as though he was... scanning... "Hey Eb." he greets his friend, then moves in to wrap his arms around a very well armored fennec fox in what appeared to be a chem suit! He lifts her up and squeezes her for a moment, even though the pack on her back took most of the pressure, then releases her back down onto the ground, "Never thought I'd see you in one of these, but it's nice you're well prepared!" he chirrups happily to her, then averts his eyes towards the human in the group. "Nice duds, bud." he fingerbangs at the man, referencing his riot armor. It was of decent make and covered his body well, after all! Finally, he turns to Pelle, the adorable little mutant now an adorable little puffin... well, for a moment, it seems. "Glad to see you too, Pelle." the canine greets with a mirthful chuckle, and glances over towards Smithson. "Heya Smith! Long time no see! How's the old bird doing?" he asks and pats the hood of their transport.
