The Enemy
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[Z0:3]Gun Nutter.
Posts: 26
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Post by The Enemy on Aug 4, 2010 10:49:59 GMT -5
"I am Memmon, and I am good with just about any gun, especially this shotgun here. I can make exotic ammunition." he says with a wry smile. Of course, I won't tell them about my healing. . . Don't want to get sent into a firefight because of that. .. He stands up straight, looking at the woman handling the recruiting, holding his bike with one hand, waiting for Gabrielle to speak now.
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Lifon
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[Z0:6]
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Post by Lifon on Aug 4, 2010 12:26:47 GMT -5
"I am Gabriella, and I'm not bad with my pistol, and have experience scavenging, mostly in port cities and old abandoned ships. I also have a mutation that allows me to give direct orders to animals, be it to stop their attack or to find something of value. This is easier with pack and hive animals, and the larger the animal is the harder it is for me to control them. Still, I can deter wild dogs and those sorts of things, and even use them to my advantage if need-be."
She decided to go ahead and throw her mutation out there this time. She figured it might be something useful to the employer. She hoped it was, anyway.
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Mikan
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[Z0:1]
Posts: 28
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Post by Mikan on Aug 4, 2010 17:28:45 GMT -5
Reid laughed heartily, the sound crashing like waves upon a rocky craig, at the sample of wit displayed by Nemu. It was a joy to see that some people still had a sense of humor in this dull, spiritless world.
"Oi'm Reid. Reid Gobain. Not from raun 'ere as ye have proobably guessed. Swords ain't de only things oi can make, but they fetch de best coin."
He covered his cart with the fabric again, his fingers clutching and sinking away from it, he exhaled an audible breath. He had no interest for the cold caress of money, but without it, one couldn't survive in the arid plain. He would much rather be happily working away on large projects like making parts for ships and better dwellings for the less fortunate, but people were most interested in killing and stealing from one another, like slimy rats.
Then, the unexpected festivity in one part of the town's market reached his attention, like bird-song to his ears, and, without fail, brought a wide grin to his face. Unconciously, he began to hum along to the singing. Even after the music was over, he felt an overwhelming joy.
"Oi must stop by yir library sometime, if not for de books, den to see yir lovely faces again. But oi must move on nigh... oi see sum merchants who may 'av an interest in me craftsmanship."
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Post by The Nobody on Aug 5, 2010 6:49:37 GMT -5
Player: GUUKAN KITSUNE
Leo and Lea look at one another, Leo shakily because his eyes are blurry. "We must.." Lea starts. "...receive supplies." "We have bullets..." "...to trade here." The twins look at Angel and Kawako and cock their heads. "We will agree..." Leo begins. "...if treatment's private.""Our secret...""...is a secret." They nod at one another. Lea turns to Angel and Leo regards Kawako quietly. Lea walks around Angel, checking her own handiwork silently. Leo stands still silently, trying to will his eyes to clear up on their own. They don't like doctors either, for reasons that will become apparent.
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Post by The Nobody on Aug 5, 2010 8:20:14 GMT -5
Player: CCC
"I don't have a ride." admits the man with the nose. "May I purchase a seat upon yours?" He holds out a gold coin.
"My skills lie in trade, diplomacy, and small repairs. I am fairly good with needle and thread, and would be happy to complete any small repairs you may need along the way."
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Post by The Nobody on Aug 5, 2010 8:21:38 GMT -5
Player: ARIKHikaru and her colleagues stumble across an antique teletypewriter, Teletype ASR 35. Using an adaptor, they hook up the cast iron machine to an old laptop they brought with them to test equipment. Then, using an extension cord, they plug it in and test it with the laptop computer. The machine, which looks similar to a normal typewriter, still works. It can send and send and receive text and every character works. "What do you want for this antique?" Hikaru asks. The trader was glad to get rid of this heavy door stopper. "How does four pieces of silver sound?" "The man was willing to give away this beautiful antique for only four silver pieces?" Hikaru thought. "Four pieces is a good price." Hikaru says then retrieves four silver pieces from her purse and pays the man. She then turns to her colleagues. "Now we need to come up with a way to bring this with us to the computer lab." "I need to see a man about a horse and cart." One of Hikaru's friends says. "Good idea." The fellow colleague at the lab leaves.
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Post by jeanetteisabelle on Aug 10, 2010 15:29:37 GMT -5
Player: Arik
Deputy Pointer switches to a citizen band. "Beautiful Mind, this is Deputy Pointer. Do you read me? Over."
As Hikaru was listening to the police scanner, one of the colleagues at the university computer lab hands her a CB radio. "Your husband is calling for you."
Hikaru receives the radio and pushes the button. "This is Beautiful Mind. What's your 10-20? Over?"
"I'm driving by Mountain Creek Lake. Over."
"Patrolling with a set of golf clubs, are we?" Hikaru laughs. "Over."
"No, I'm on Mountain Creek Parkway approaching the university. Over."
"Roger. You're patrolling with a fishing pole instead. Over."
Arik chuckles. "Now, now, you know I have not caught a fish in a day in my life. Over."
"That won't stop you from trying. Over."
"The reason I'm calling is because I'm hearing a lot of chatter over at the market." Arik pauses. "What can you tell me? Over."
Hikaru was in position to see and hear everything going on in front of the clinic. "A man, woman and a set of twins, a boy and a girl, were brought to the clinic in the market district. There was some comotion in front of the clinic but the situation appears to be under control now. Over."
"How are you and your friends managing at the market? Any luck? Over."
"Oh, yeah. We managed to secure a teletypewriter for the computer we're building." Hikaru answers. "Say, suppose a certain cowboy takes his little darling to dinner at the Sundown Saloon? Over."
"I think I can swing that. I'll pick you up at the university. Deputy Pointer out."
"10-4."
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Post by Benny the Bear on Aug 13, 2010 19:26:43 GMT -5
Yura was getting somewhat antsy, what with kawako's disappearing act, since he wanted to get a move on, preferably with everyone accounted for. But no sooner than Yura gestured his arm to the side, thinking "vy you do zis?", he noticed a man come up and over to him, from the side. He appeared to be dressed like much of the fuzz around town, and an offering of a light immediately registered him as a goodguy in Yura's book, and so decided to hear him out.
"Ve obtain only one missia and eet shood brink lov and pisa to ze vorld!" Yura proudly proclaimed, after hearing Bill's offer "But ve wood be heppy akseptink eny odd vorks for fundashuns to our reazon." Yura was finally feeling quite in charge, but a travelling caravan needs not travel much to be of any profit and so Yura proposed additional terms to the man in uniform. "Alas, becose uncumfortable sircumstances, my troopa shood take leaf, only I can geeve you wiz our radio frekuency so ve can have a talk zis by air, if it approaches for you." Yura then proceeded to pull out a plastic case, with scribbled notes inside with indecipherabley written text, pulled a page out, and proceeded to write the radio frequency down, checking the back of the case to make sure it was right "Let's see.. one four zero period one five"
As he wrote down the number, Yura noticed Bill taking notice of Edwin and replied light-heartedly "Ho, do not pey eny attenshun, ze dibil viz us." and handed Bill the note.
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Post by Shani on Aug 17, 2010 7:07:45 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry for the wait. Also, Mem used with permission))
Memmon could make exotic ammunition? Intriguing. And Gabriella could control animals and even deter wild dogs? Even more intriguing. Mirka smirked at the couple ― and she was now certain the two were a couple, and nodded in approval. Her half-smile vanished, however, when the most bizzare statement she had ever heard coming from a trader reached her ears: "I don't have a ride."
Mirka spun around to face the man with the nose. He didn't explain why he didn't have a ride, he just... didn't have a ride. "So, let me get this straight. You work as a kurva trader, but you have no kurva vehicle? How do you transport your wares? Where do you even keep them ― in a magic satchel?" she exclaimed, throwing up her arms dramatically.
"You don't even have a... a horse? A cart? A bike?" Memmon simply raised his hand and said in a rather dull tone "I have a bike." Mirka gestured with her hands at Memmon in agitated confusion, "He has a bike!"
The short-statured man seemed at least a little fishy in Mirka's eyes, but with Yura in a hurry to leave and the man being desperate enough to part with a gold coin, she gave in; the girl planted her face into the palm of her hand defeatedly, "I'm just going to pretend you got robbed. You can sit in the front with us."
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Post by The Nobody on Aug 17, 2010 14:27:01 GMT -5
Player: CCC
"I had a horse." claims Albert. He removes his hat and holds it to his chest, bowing his head. "It... it died." After a very brief pause, he quickly replaces his hat on his head and continues "And, of course, I cannot stay in the city where poor Dobbin died, can I? There's just... I see his little horsey face peering out of every shadow, I keep thinking he's right behind me... I really need a change of scenery."
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Post by The Nobody on Aug 22, 2010 14:33:02 GMT -5
- One-four-oh-dot-one-five. - Chaffer read the numbers aloud to make sure he's got it right. - Thanks.
The guard put the paper into his pocket and fetched his own notebook.
- Too bad you're leaving so soon. If you still decide to spend a night in the city I can give you a good discount, sort of a pre-payment. Anyway, we'll contact you tomorrow morning. Oh, and by the way. Where are you going after Charleton and what's your trade? I mean, do you prefer to transport goods, find stuff, shoot things?
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Post by The Nobody on Aug 24, 2010 12:30:07 GMT -5
Player: ARIK
Mr. Gardener, the colleague from the university who arranged transport came back in a horse-drawn wagon. "Will this do?" Mr. Gardener asked with the reins in his gloved hands. "It's a front-wheel-drive vehicle with two horses under the hood." He could have milked a bad joke for all its worth but he stopped there.
"That's very good." Hikaru says. "Could you give us a hand with the computer terminal?"
With everyone surrounding the teletypewriter on all sides, they moved it behind the wagon before setting it down to reserve the burst of energy needed to lift it in.
"Professor," Mr. Gardener says to Hikaru, "you can step aside now. We can take it from here."
Approaching from three sides, Hikaru's colleagues lift the teletypewriter into the wagon.
From the wagon, Mr. Gardener calls out to Hikaru. "Professor! Are we heading back to the university now or are we looking for more parts for the computer we're building?" During the entire time, they were in range to be seen and heard by a person definitely interested in computers.
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Vap
Full Member
[Z0:2]{Zoologist and Resident Crazy}
Posts: 168
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Post by Vap on Aug 24, 2010 14:49:36 GMT -5
"No trouble, they'd be easy to catch up to anyways." Kawako grins before sticking both gloved hands in her pockets, trying to feel around for something. "Err, stupid gloves." Obviously the gloves were in the way since they were so heavily padded. Falconer gloves maybe? It was evident however that she was uneasy about removing them, but it was needed.
With a soft gruff she finally took the gloves off, revealing the frightening hands beneath. They.. sort of looked like human hands, though they were slightly larger and more boney, the skin being heavily calloused and gray colored which made them look exactly like a pair of bird feet despite having five fingers. Even her nails were different, being thick and pointed like deadly eagle talons.
"I'm usually too fast t' get hit, so I don't use medical stuff too often, so I'll spare what I got." Kawako digs back into her pockets, pulling out a few individual 2x4 medical gauze and what appeared to be two travel size painkillers. "You two can put these t' good use, yeah?" The items were handed to Leo and Angel with those intimidating hands, though her intentions were good enough with that light smile.
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Post by The Nobody on Aug 30, 2010 11:20:38 GMT -5
Player: SINCLAIR
Fox took the medications and nodded. "We go back," he told Angel, who was only too happy to oblige.
She grasped his hand tightly as he started to walk north, still holding Betsy leveled at the deputy.
Leo wobbled suddenly. Trying to catch his balance he threw his hands around. The boy grabbed the edge of Fox's jacket. Lea was immediately at his side.
"We must..." Leo forced the words.
"... rest for a while," his sister's voice was just as low, but more worried. "Some water..." "... would be good."
"I'll be right back." Rico ran for the clinic.
Fox eyed the children. He didn't trust them, not fully at least, but they did help Angel and for that they earned his gratitude. He unfastened a canteen from his belt and gave it to the girl, who quickly unscrewed it and took took a long sip before handing it to the boy. He drank rapidly for a few moments before handing the container back to Lea, who closed it and returned to Fox. "Thank you." they said in unison. "We are feeling..." "...much better now."
Angel looked at the feathered stranger with gratitude. She was interested in another mutant, in her bird-like features... But Fox was wary. Angel could sense this not only through the touch, but through all his body language. While the children were drinking, Angel spoke to the other girl. "Thank you. We'll do the rest ourselves." The words were hardly audible.
"Can we..." "...go with you?" the children asked as soon as the guards was out of earshot. Leo sat on a nearby stone, with Lea supported him.
"We don't trust..." The girl started, "... local medics. We just need..." her brother continued with an effort, "... some time to rest. Without people asking where..." "... are our parents. We won't be..." "... Much of a burden. We can even..." "... pay, if you want".
Fox taxied them for a moment. His utmost concern right now was to get Angel to safety. These two could help and seemed sincere enough. Suddenly something spoke to him. It wasn't any of the children. Not in itself anyway. The new voice seemed to say 'trust them'.
"Who are you?" he asked, drawing strange looks from the children. Angel was already accustomed this part.
'Trust them. They can help. They need YOUR help. WE need your help.' The voice seemed to come from one of the children, but their mouths were still.
The man looked at them once again. "Come," he finally said.
"Hey, wait!" Rico shouted. The guard ran back from the clinic, holding two bags and a waterskin. He caught up with the group when the twins were already on their feet.
"Wait... Here, take these. Some medicine and cold water." The waterskin was indeed, very cold to the touch. "To cool down the head. Sorry it happened so. Hope you'd have a good time in the city, anyway."
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Post by jeanetteisabelle on Aug 30, 2010 20:33:40 GMT -5
Hikari, one of the young ladies with Chihiro, spots Hikaru and others from the university.
"Please excuse me." Hikari says to her friends. The young lady with blond hair and glasses approaches Hikaru. "Good afternoon, Professor Pointer. Is that a teletypewriter?"
"Good afternoon, Hikari. Yes, this is a teletypewriter." Hikaru answers.
"I have never seen one of these before."
"This machine, designed to make early computers more user-friendly, is older than I."
"Are teletypewriters slower data entry devices?"
"Yes, they are; I wanted a computer people could easily use using components which, theoretically, can be built using resources we have. Ideally these simple devices can be built in a factory. If not, they can be built in a machine shop."
"There will be so few computers built. Isn't better to build faster though less than user-friendly computers? After all, those who use them would know how to enter data through punch cards."
"This is largely true which is why either method may be used."
"Any prospects for anything faster than drum memory?"
"No, not in this medieval world." Hikaru sighs and then changes her tone. "By the way, I read your paper on the small business economy. With you working at a bakery, you are in position to feel the pulse of the everyday people."
"That's only because I attend the register. I don't do the hard stuff. There are people who come in at five o'clock in the morning and are on their feet all day."
"And you maintain their books." Hikaru smiles followed by a light chuckle. "I'm reminded of 'Everyday People' by Sly and the Family Stone."
Hikari looks at Hikaru, wondering what she meant by that.
"It contains a line. . . . It's play on words."
Note: This is a collaborative work between myself and Arik.
Jeanette Isabelle
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