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Jonathan Jackson I hate those things. Every sunrise, the autocannons bark bark bark and the klaxons blare, so loud I'm surprised it doesn't wake up the rest of the sleepers. So regularly you could set your watch by them...if they still existed. I don't know who installed them or why they installed them way back when--sure they're useful now, but what were they thinking before the aliens broke everything?! The sound that comes after sounds...strange, though. Not the usual dogs barking and stuff. I slide out of the cot, slip on my jacket, grab a pistol and head out to see--a girl? She's younger than me, what the hell is she--oh god. "Hey, kid!" I call out from a hiding spot, behind a wall where neither she nor the automated guns can see me. I try to ignore that I don't sound much older than her. "What are you doing over here? It's not safe!" quote:Look: Man (probably closer to "boy"), scrounge wear (old suit), young face, scared eyes, rangy body Davin Valkri fucked around with this message at 03:23 on Jul 16, 2014 |
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Jonathan Jackson I can hear the rattle rattle of the girl moving about in her hiding spot; I don't even need to look up to see that she's pointing a gun in my direction. Her voice his shaking, though. "Kid," I continue yelling with cupped hands, staying down out of sight. "I'm going to assume that you don't want to kill me if you don't have to! I don't know if I can turn off the thing that shot ya, but maybe I can come over and have a look! But I can't risk doing that until you put the gun down! Do you trust me, kid?!" I peek up over the wall of my hiding spot, showing my face, and stash away my handgun out of sight. "Kid? Can I come over without getting shot?" I'm going to manipulate her to try and get on her good side. Then I can go over and have a look, maybe lead her out of the fire zone if it comes to that. Rolling +Hot (which should be +1, but I flubbed the syntax here): [21:32:38] <Davin_Valkri_BISHIE_LOVER> !r 2d6 [21:32:38] <Krysmbot> Davin_Valkri_BISHIE_LOVER, 9 = 9 That should be 2d6+1, so I rolled a 10
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 12:00 noon, xp 0/5 Huh...I thought the autocannons would have done worse to her arm. Maybe they've degraded? Either way, at least her arm's better than it could be. From what my father told me about these things, she's lucky her arm hasn't been shot off! "Hey, don't worry, kid, everything's going to be alright," I tell her as I kneel beside her, trying to sound comforting. "Listen, I think I can get something for your arm, and I don't think we should stay out here in the open...you can look at your radio inside, right?" I shift my weight to pull her up by her uninjured arm. "You think you can move? I can carry you if you want--those things won't shoot at me." Unless they try to shoot at her while I'm bringing her in...well, let's hope it doesn't come to that. That's totally a cue to have it come to that, by the way.
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 12:00 noon, xp 0/5 "She's not a hostile, dammit!" I yell at the autocannons, even though it won't do any good. It's surprisingly easy moving around with the little kid on my back...although the little dancing laser sights provide an awful lot of incentive! If I can just get her past the doorways and into the bunker proper everything will be fine...for a certain definition of fine. I mean, she won't be shot at by automated turrets, at least. Maybe. Hopefully. Did Father install any automated guns on the inside? "Just keep hold of your thing and hang on to me!" I call up to the girl as I start running faster. Almost certainly the autocannons will go "hell with it" and take a shot soon, and if I'm not out of the way... ...ugh...agh...my head...my...my head...I don't need this now! Ungh! Just gotta...focus...the door's right there...come on, Johnny, come on! Time to get the heck out of the kill zone and Act Under Fire (literally!) Act under fire AND Open brain (+Cool, +Weird): 2d6+2 9 2d6+1 7 two twist hits...interesting.
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 1/5 Everything's going to be fine kid, everything's going to be--GAH! Argh...the autocannon must have decided they had a good shot and fired! Hit me right in the shoulder blades; I flew the last six feet or so into the bunker from that shot! My armor took most of it; it barely looks scratched, but still...gragh...it hurts. I'll take that harm. I pull her in a few more yards before setting her down on the concrete floor and dropping to my knees myself...I don't like getting shot at and shot and...oh god... There's so many people out there...so many...why are they all here?! What do they want from me?! I'm not my father, he didn't tell me a drat thing! What am I supposed to-- That alien again...I know what XCOM called him now..."Sectoid Commander"...that's the name...theft, theft, everything is theft... He was just a kid...my age, maybe even younger...we knew nothing about each other, we could barely understand each other, and yet we got together because otherwise we'd both be alone...and then some rear end in a top hat with a sawn-off double barrel came along and stole his...and I found myself standing over two...I didn't want to...why'd he even...?! It was all my fault I didn't see the shotgun and he shoved me out of the way when it-- GAH! I realize I've managed to curl myself up against the wall and almost pound my brains out against it. The girl is staring at me like I'm insane, and I probably am. And...wait...are the guns still firing? What are they shooting at now?! "I'm alright, I'm...Could you wait here? I'm going to see who else is out there, just...check on your radio, alright? I think there's some spare parts in there. Can you do that?" I point to a closet as I pull myself up, pat the girl on the back, and walk back to the bunker entrance. I don't trust those guns anymore, so I'm just going to try and see what I can from the doorway. I just wish it wasn't so loud... Great, the house is turning into a warzone. Let's get some intel...What's going on out there?! (Read a Sitch, +Sharp): 2d6+1 6 Or not! At least I mark xp. ...just make it stop...just...everyone stop shooting, please!
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 2/5 It's so loud I don't even notice I'm staring at a blank metal door! And that that hit hurt me more than I thought--I've left a trail of blood down the hallway. At least it makes finding my way back to the girl easier...and...she's...shotgun...she saw it too, didn't she. "Listen, kid," I tell her with a slightly trembling voice. "I...think I know what you saw. And I have no idea why you saw it. And...I...god, how do I put this." I place both hands on my temples and pace a bit. "I promise I won't let that happen to you. If we see someone with a gun, I'll shoot, and you run, alright? Now...uhm..." I look at her wounded arm. Is it getting worse? "...let's try to find someplace where we can look at your arm, alright? Come on, up..." I motion towards the emergency exit. There's more rooms that way, and if whoever's shooting outside breaks down the door we can leave that way. "Let's hope we can find, I dunno, a sink or something? Some bandages, antiseptic..."
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 2/5 Aaah, stop screaming at me, I don't need this now! "Look, I didn't mean...okay, okay, bad choice of words. Not literally 'find', I know where the bathrooms are, I mean like...I'm not..." *CRASH* "Come with me if you want to live!" I shout instinctively, grabbing her arm and racing for the inner halls.
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 2/5 "You see," I exclaim to the girl as I shut the door inside one of the clinically clean first-aid stations--it's not the main medbay, that's still locked up for me, but it'll do--and examine the bright green box with white cross mounted on the wall, "I know where I am! Now let me just..." The cabinet is padlocked, but apparently twenty years haven't been kind to it, and all it needs is a short *tug* to come apart in my hands. And now I can... ...uhm... Okay, adhesive bandages, that's a good start, but I need...uh...oh god, where's all the NORMAL first aid kit stuff?! Can I just throw meld around like it's just another antiseptic? She is injured pretty bad, but would this help or make it worse...? "Hey, could you hold onto these?" I hand some adhesive bandages to her under my arm as I continue to search for something that isn't meld based. "So, uh, question. What do you know about, um, something called Meld?" If I'm lucky, she's already used this, and I can open one of these bottles and give it to her safely. I mean, she's maybe twelve and she's taking this pretty well, all things considered, right...?
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For Ronwayne's, Shogeton's, and KPrime's sake, I'm going to quickly answer "bleeding mostly stopped." There's still enough drops of blood here and there to form a coherent trail if they want to pursue, but it's not as blatantly obvious as it was earlier.
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 2/5 Oh, crud. It couldn't have been that easy, could it. "Oh, meld's an...it's an old world thing," I tell her, smiling to hide my issues. "Nothing to worry about!" I roll one of the little meld containers on the shelf between my fingers, licking my lips. I don't want to be responsible for a little girl losing her arm...but I ALSO don't want her to suddenly grow a third eye or, or have to depend on it for the rest of her life or have a bad reaction or... "hehe" Did that girl just laugh? No, it's not her voice, it's older, tougher...and it's not coming from her... "You alright there, Johnny?" ...it can't be! I spin out of the first aid station and look up and down the hall. The only person who ever called me "Johnny" was--! "Need some help?" Tammy?! Is this the meld or-- This is how Jonathan voluntarily Opens his Mind--he hears his sister's voice! Probably from meld contamination or something. I'm so original  Anyway, let's Open Johnny's Mind; is giving meld to a 12 year old girl a good idea? Help me with the meld, Tammy! (Open Mind, +Weird): 2d6+1 10
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 2/5 Tammy...it's nice to see her again, even if I know it isn't really her. But as I look at her, and shudder a bit when she mentions the first time meld, I realize that, wait a minute, she never...my appearance hasn't changed from the time I was in the tube, but has she-- Okay, no time to think about that, the hostiles are here and--wait, what?! "Dad?!" I exclaim in shock. "I've been running from your dad this whole ti--" I catch the last word in my throat as at least two guns point directly at me; by some meld-granted reflex, my own pistol is out, but pointed at the wall. Crap. "Anne, tell them not to shoot me," I whisper, before placing my back against the first aid cabinet and sliding my hand up the wall. She can't use the meld, but if this goes south, I might need it... "I...I think there's been a massive misunderstanding here," I tell them in between big deep breaths. "A massive, massive misunderstanding. I'm not a loving creep, I've had no intention of harming her, and I can tell you right now, if you harm me, this bunker will turn you inside out. Now, your kid needs medical attention or she's going to need an amputation. I think I can maybe help you leave without getting shot, but I can't do that if you put another bullet in me, so why don't we all just put away our guns and...?" Okay, so papa wolf and his buddies are here! Time to beg for life! Don't shoot me! (Manipulate, +Hot): 2d6+1 9 Uh...take an XP if you don't harm me?
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 2/5 "Well, go on then," I motion to Anne. "Your father wants to see you." I watch her walk with a bit of regret. Lucky her, to have a father that cares for her in this mess. Even when everything wasn't blown up by aliens, that wasn't exactly common. I'd know...wait, there's one other person pointing a gun at me. I try to focus on her, but the pressure building in my head isn't helping-- "Jamie--GAH!" Alright, let's do it! Should I start asking questions or should you? Or should the MC?
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Works for me. I'm going to say Jonathan is too dazed to even react properly to getting bumrushed into the wall. As to the question...hey, while we're on the subject, what do you remember of your own family, Jamie? Do you think they're still alive? Davin Valkri fucked around with this message at 03:08 on Jun 17, 2014 |
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 2/5 Don't call me Inheritor. I want nothing to do with this legacy. I never did. I just want to find my sister, get everybody else out of the tubes, and then... ...and then... Gods, I don't know. Find someplace where I can lock this gun up and never have to pull it out. Not likely, but a kid can dream, can't he?
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 2/5 And just like that, it's over. I feel myself come back--it's like waking up from the meld tubes again--and find myself pinned to the wall by a semi-invisible man with a gun?! "Aaaagh! Let go! Get off!"
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 2/5 Combined with...whatever just happened with Jamie, the sudden chokehold is almost too much. I think the only reason I'm still breathing is because of the meld--the gunman would have crushed my throat otherwise. I slide to the floor, gasping for air. "Of course I *gasp* I know what it is," I answer him in between breaths. "It's meld. *gasp* I've only been living in the stuff for a couple decades or so..." I finally stand up, leaning against the wall. "And you, uhm...well, some of those things have needles on them. I was looking for something to help your friend's daughter over there," I motion towards Anne and the shotgun guy. "but the only things in there that aren't meld are some bandages. So, uh..." I shrug. "Don't suppose any of you have some burn bandages or antiseptic, do you?"
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 2/5 "It's old xeno stuff. I think it's...nano-something or other. I don't know everything about it."
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 2/5 I can see what the girl's dad is doing, and my blood chills as I reach out to try to intervene. "No, wait! Stop--!" Too late! The moment meld hits meat, I feel some vary familiar hands over my mouth...and my chest...and my legs...and my eyes!...and then my body moves in ways that I certainly can't! When the darkness lifts, there's no more first aid room, no more girl or girl's dad or half-invisible man or Jaime. Just me and the bunker servicing ductwork... ...and a moving blob of meld? Wearing a jacket?! "What the hell?!" I find myself saying aloud, immediately attracting the attention of the blob...and whoever the blob was following. poo poo!
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 2/5 Why does everybody want to shoot me today?! Like a trained goddamn hunting dog the meld blob points me out, and for the second time in twenty minutes someone points a gun in my direction. "If you shoot me," I scream from inside the tube, "the automated defenses will kill you! Put your gun away and I'll come out!"
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 2/5 "Okay, okay, I'm coming out, just let me..." I slide my way out of the vent...and promptly hit my head on the lip of the opening. "GAH! Agh..." As I shake my head, I look at the woman. X-COM. X-COM?! They're still around?! Crap, crap, crap, how much does she know about EXALT?! "So, uh...nice pet?" I say, trying to be nonchalant as I motion towards the fricking moving Meld!
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 2+1?/5 "Jonathan," I say instinctively, her introduction making old world habits take over. "So you're...wait, what?!" And now they're gone. "I...I didn't lose any wars! I've never fought in any wars! And I know the guy you're talking about and I haven't seen forty of his friends! There's two of them at best! And..." My voice starts getting panicky. "And I don't know what's here that would let you fight a drat war! The only thing in this place is tons and tons of Meld!" I leave out my friends, still in the tanks...and the glowing paths turn on "And I...and...what...? I didn't, why would these things turn--?" Okay, what just happened here? Reading the sitch. [18:41:37] <Davin_Valkri> !r 2d6+1 [18:41:37] <Krysmbot> Davin_Valkri, 6+1 = 7 What should I be on the lookout for?
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 3/5 "So you aren't going to stun me, fill me with drugs, and vivisect me?" I say, not realizing how dumb that must sound. "Huh. I guess Dad was wrong about..." And then Invisible Man bursts into the room. "poo poo, poo poo poo poo! Hide me!" I immediately run to Valkyrie's side and...it's not cowering, I swear, it's, uh...covering my head from the crazy blob of Meld! What the hell is wrong with it?!
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 3/5 That...pretty much matches everything my dad told me about X-COM. I stop cowering. "Wait...how do you know Dr. Vahlen?" I call to the invisible man. "You didn't...did you work for X-COM? Are you with her?!" I suddenly take a big step back away from them, and towards the Meld blob. And then I take another step away from the Meld blob--it's wearing the drat jacket! "Son of a..., is that what this is about?! You want to burn humanity to the ground again just to get back at the aliens?!" Reading Ammar and Valkyrie. Tell me what I want to know... [14:43:10] <Davin_Valkri> !r 2d6+1 [14:43:12] <Krysmbot> Davin_Valkri, 7+1 = 8 I hold one for future questions.
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 3/5 "Yeah, alright, sure," I call out, trying to suppress my panic and giving a glance and a nod at Jaime--at least I have some idea where she's coming from, even if she talks like someone from way before my time!--and point at the moving Meld. "Let's start with Meldy the Meld Dog here! What the heck is it, and why is it wearing XCOM labelled stuff?!"
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 3/5 "That's...not...what I meant! Why is it moving? Why is it reacting to people? Who turned this stuff into a dog?!"
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Jonathan Jackson Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 3/5 So Dad wasn't just a follower, he was in charge of this whole thing?! That explains so much...wait a minute. "Dad's still here?" I exclaim out loud. What else did that computer say...oh gods. "And there are aliens coming?! Ah, what did you XCOM people do?!"
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I'm happy with a time skip as well. Just don't lose Meldy.
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Hah, I don't really have any "strategic" Hx to give out. So I'm going to give it to Dave. I've seen the lengths he'll go to to protect his daughter. Stat highlighting will come after everybody else has doled out Hx.
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The time advance is about when the new aliens land, right? Sure, why not. Also I can't defrost my friends until I get an advance, so...
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I think my highest is now a tie between Jamie and Dave. Jamie did it last time, so Dave, highlight for Jonathan. I'm at 3xp.
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Jonathan Jackson Bunker -> Outside Bunker Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 3/5 Why isn't this thing working?! Ugh...it's no drat use. The computer's not working, half the doors are locked, I can't even tell if the rest of the people are okay, I can't find my father's location, nothing. Heck, the only reason I can still access the library is that I dropped a book in the doorway by accident and it jammed the door open. I can't do anything here. And since the locals know I'm here, I'm a sitting duck. Nobody's tried the defenses yet, but it's just a matter of time. Especially now that aliens are out and about. Somebody's going to try to find shelter, find me, and...bang. I need to...I'm going to go into that local town, try to figure something out. For some reason I've been hearing bits and pieces of...a radio broadcast over the intercom? I don't remember it having any access to the outside world, but maybe there's someone out there who still knows how a radio works. And if they can do that, maybe they can help me, with all this. There's nothing for it. I put on my gun, grab some water purification tablets and a full bottle, take a deep breath, and push open the front door.
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Jonathan Jackson Bunker -> Outside Bunker Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 3/5 Bullet casings...dropped guns...blood stains...dead bodies?! Dear gods, the aliens must've...all the bodies are aliens. But there's some piles of ashes around...I don't want to think about it. Who's that way off there, though? They aren't shooting, and they haven't called for me to drop my gun or anything yet...wait a second, were they in the bunker?! I pick up the pace and head up to them, keeping my gun safely away from everything else.
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Jonathan Jackson Outside Bunker Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 3+1/5 I need xp, I'll take it! I'll be honest, I'm walking through this battlefield like it's...well, like it's some tourist place. Gettysburg or Antietam or Vimy like that, battles that were--such a long time ago--fought between humans on a massive scale. I gawk at the bodies, at the militiamen, at the blood seeping into the dirt--I pretty much do everything that says "I don't belong here". Then I see someone familiar...and then, something familiar. "Meldy? Valkyrie? Ah!" I pretty much stop and watch her come down to meet me. This is her terri--um, home. I'm the, ah, "guest" here. Better let her take the lead.
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Jonathan Jackson Outside Bunker Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 4/5 "No, not really," I admit grimly. "Heart of Darkness?" But then she passes by that and cuts deeper into the matter. "...I really am one sheltered little brat, aren't I?" I mumble to myself. "Oh, uh...yeah, yeah. I'm headed for, uh...wherever Dave has set up, I guess. The bunker's on full lockdown, and I can't get anything working again. Hey, have you heard anything like a radio station...?" Do I need to explain what a radio is? Davin Valkri fucked around with this message at 03:15 on Jul 22, 2014 |
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Jonathan Jackson Outside Bunker Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 4/5 "Coast to Coast radio..." I repeat with a hint of bitterness. Here I am, talking with a woman who could be my mother, and we're talking about shared nostalgia. How much of a freakout is it going to be when I find someone my age? "I'll have to find this Witness, then. She broadcasts from town? Does it have, um, a, a radio mast?"
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Jonathan Jackson Outside Bunker Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 4/5 Everyone's staring...should I be happy or sad that most of the attention seems to be focused on Valkyrie? Or at least the meld dog? At least it's easy to move, even through the crowd. How long did it take for all these people to settle here? And did they settle here from choice or lack of other-- "Oh, Witness, right." I nod in Valkyrie's direction. "Um...should I look for anything for you? Because I can't think of anything else I need." She mentioned that Witness has a van, right? Somehow that seemed that it would be an interesting sight here where most people got around by walking. "Uh, so, uhm...has anybody here seen a van?" I don't think it's loud enough to be heard by the crowd, but maybe the closest person? Why couldn't dad have left me something I could use here, instead of a gun?!
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Jonathan Jackson Market Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 4+1/5 Haven't got any barter, but okay then. At least I can mark xp for it. [17:23:06] <Davin_Valkri> .roll 2d6+1 [17:23:07] <skybot> Davin_Valkri: 10 (2d6+1=6, 3) Whoohoo!
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Jonathan Jackson Market Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 0/5, 1 adv Dear god, I know this place! I used to shop here with Tammy and everyone else from school when I was a kid! (Well, younger...biologically...my current situation makes time comparison difficult.) I see Valkyrie walk off into a GAP store--did I really buy a windbreaker once from here?! And a bundle of boxes, broken folding tables propped up on rebar, and dirty fabric booths have sprung up where the farmer's market and food court used to be...god, I was spoiled rotten. I wander the maze of stalls, asking "do you know this van, do you know this van?" like an idiot, until one booth woman actually produces her radio and points out the antenna. "Oh! Uh, thanks, miss...uhm, I never got your name." She looks me over and asks me to buy something...do I really look that rich? I guess this suit is giving the wrong signal, because I'm certain I don't have any money that she'd want! "Uh, hmm. These are some very nice leathers you have here...uh, can I take a moment just to check with someone? I promise I'll come back and buy something nice." I'm buying time to link up with Valkyrie and forward the information to her...if she can buy something for me, so much the better. Manipulating with a promise that I'll come back and get something. +Hot! [21:53:29] <Davin_Valkri> !r 2d6+1 [21:53:30] <Krysmbot> Davin_Valkri, 6+1 = 7 ...I can see it in her eye. She's going to hold me to that, isn't she.
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Jonathan Jackson Market Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 0/5, 1 adv I walk away from the booth, nod my head in agreement and understanding, and turn back into the mall. I need to head back to Valkyrie, but I don't need to go so quickly...this place is so full of memories...memories now...no, it's still full of people, traders, buyers, sellers, but... I'm still in my reverie when I see Valkyrie walking out of the GAP. "Oh, Valkyrie. Hey. I found someone who knows where Witness went. They went, uhm..." He indicates with his arm the same direction as the shopkeep's radio antenna. "That way. Oh, uh, do you use anything special for, um, money around here? I think she wanted to be paid for her info..."
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Jonathan Jackson Market Harm 3:00 (1/6), xp 0/5, 1 adv "Let's hope there is something worthwhile in there..." I say quietly as I fall in behind her. "And...thanks. I know you don't have to do this, but...I just want you to know..." There's really no way to say this without being sappy, is there. "...just...thanks for everything you've done for me these past couple of days. Starting with not shooting me when you had the chance." Maybe ending it on a joke will make it sound less trite?
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