"Thanks a billion. I've been following you" He points at Gwen "For the last 3 days without eating or drinking. YOu need to be more discreet, whatever you are." Scorpio sighs in relief, "Come here little guy!" Out pops little Magyk-Drakyn, Scorpio's max level battle sprite. The drakyn lands on Scorpio's shoulder.
Scorpio decides its safe to follow these mysterious people.
I hope this is not OP
Earlier Pippin asked hunter a question and Ember-break can't move pippin until you respond just an FYI
Auto immediately put two hands on his Argent Peacemaker and his Setenza seeing the new knight, pointing both revolvers at him.
"Just who in the Vog, don't-think-about-don't-think-about-don't-think-about-it, are you?"
"The names Scorpio." he says. Scorpio stares at the knight. "Just who are you?" says Scorpio, transferring his guns barrel from pointing at the group to pointing at Auto.
For some reason, Scorpio's comment struck Gwen as hilarious, and she nearly dropped the Tortodrone laughing. "If it was truly me you were following all this time, then you would have seen me naked and raving mad. You must have been following someone else." She hefted it onto the elevator, which buckled and groaned under the weight. "Now then. Shall we proceed?"
"Certainly." says Scorpio, embarrassed, but keeping his gun level to Auto's chest. (Srry I was kind of going off a thing I prolly should have mentioned. His armor has a stealth bonusish thing. Makes him really stealthy, but can only do it every so often)
Scorpio gets on the elevator, keeping his gun level at Auto.
Hi. I'm new, as it said on the subject. So hi. This is my character:
Name: Ezequiel Lorenz
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Color (only for knights and monsters): White
Race: Knight
Good or evil? Neutral
Personality: Very perky and slightly immature, but is strangely wise for his age.
Armor: White Battle Chef Set with the stats of Gray Feather Set.
Shield(optional): Power Mitt
Weapons: Mighty Great Cleaver and Frozen Great Cleaver
Bio/history: Ezequiel became one of the greatest chefs in Haven almost immediately. He came to Haven after his father and mother told him to go there because it would be safer than the keep they were living in. After he got to Haven, he was asked if he could cook by Biscotti, the head chef of Haven, for he needed a new chef around Haven. Ezequiel replied by making a wonderful salad that could serve almost all of Haven, and he did it in under five minutes. Biscotti gave Ezequiel his Frozen Great Cleaver and his Mighty Great Cleaver as a token of respect for the young chef.
Relations: Mother and father in the clockworks
Twist degree: Keeps some other things of his in a large rucksack, along with food and cooking supplies. Not much of a twist, but is sort of a twist, because you have no clue what is in that rucksack.
Sorry if anything isn't clear. Also from Saucce's fanfic
The group was getting bigger, that just won't do. Beck loaded his rifle and took aim. With Syber reporting back to the council, he was on his own right now, he'd have to be smart. Especially with little miss strong as heck.
Before he fired, he reached on his belt and pulled out a recon cloak, and a small noisemaker. Putting them on his easy access slot in his belt, he returned to his gun.
Moving so he was situated behind the larger group, he raised the rifle and aimed at the lone grim repeater wielder on the lift. He halted his breathing and prepared to cause some disruption.
((EDIT: changed for lack of reaction.))
"I asked first Shadow Lair boy." Auto replied.
"Now, answer me this Snarby, who, are, you?"
"That really depends on your definition of friendly bub. If I had an odd lust towards one of the Apocrean deity, but is currently more focused on surviving, and am more than ready to abandon my 'supposed' fellow knights the second an oppoetunity presents itself, does that make me a 'friendly' knight?" asks Caite in return.
She also fails to confirm whether or not her reply was theoretical or not.
"...Oh, I also forgot. Here's your mask back Daxen-boy. Enjoy the scent of my sweat as it wraps around your face."
Lyn coughed, she felt blood on her lip, she looked at the grass she had used for the whistle. Cradelius Tropicanus, she knew it all too well. You see, Lyn had had a run in with this grass and as she stepped on the elevator she felt lightheaded. "Guys..." Lyn said, but it was too late, the toxins in the grass took over, she hacked and fell over, conking her head on the tortodrone's arm. The toxin wouldn't kill her, she would just fall into a slumber that wouldn't end until the cure was delivered. Meanwhile, Swarmbane tried to take over Lyn's body, but it wouldn't work, the toxin gave her fever dreams, her mind was far to active for him to take over. Lyn was innate.
Auto sheathed one gun and took the mask back.
"Where's my suit?
And are you coming onto me still?"
Gwen sighed and shook her head when Lyn collapsed to the ground. "Tsk tsk tsk! Silly girl." She knelt beside Lyn, placed her hands over her forehead, and focused. The warmth of luminous power trickled through her arms and collected at her palms, where it began to visibly glow. When Gwen felt that there was enough of it, she gently pushed it into Lyn's forehead. With pressure applied through her nails and fingertips, she guided the light into the affected areas of her brain.
The final stage would be the hardest. Once she finished collecting all the poison in Lyn's body, Gwen forced it to pool at her neck. She then reversed the flow of telekinetic force and drew up the poison into her own body, where it could be destroyed.
Dizzy and at the brink of unconsciousness, Gwen dropped to the ground and rolled wearily onto her back.
I can only wonder why I continue to help these people... she mused as the sweet darkness of sleep overtook her.
Caite looks at Gwen healing. She raises an eyebrow at it a gain, but doesn't really react much to it overall, and turns to Auto.
"Your suit? Somewhere over there, I put it behind a rock, don't remember which one. And coming onto you? Please, don't flatter yourself. Also, I'd like if we could reach the elevator today, if possible."
Coryn groaned. "There goes our strongest person. Alright, Caite, daxen , you two take the Torto up. Ill take these two nappers next." He turned to Scorpio.you can follow us after that."
The Hunter stepped off the elevator, taking in the sounds of working gremlins. He turned to Pippin. "See, we survived! Now, Luke, Yuuki, come with me. We gotta find the local Overseer. Pippin, take these crowns and go get us some supplies."
By the way, I'm not going to enter Ezequiel into the play until the time is right.
"Well, I'm glad to see that my reputation precedes me." Scorpio takes a sniff of the air. "Oop. Well we have company. I CAN SMELL YOU!" He yells, before he. "Sorry, I have something to do" Says Scorpio, casually towards Coryn. He fires in a cone in Beck's general direction. @Colray you can choose if Beck gets hit or not
Also sorry once again I won't really be on during the day. Also, about Coryn and Nyroc, isn't that from Guardians of Gahoole?
"Good. Glad your not coming onto me." Auto muttered, going to look for his suit.
[@Whyna
We may run into Fenririous Vexer if you're still participating in the RP. Just so you know... We weren't ignoring you, it's just that none of our knights were in your vicinity, so I personally assumed you were doing a solo-arc before meeting any other knights.]
Pippin:
Pippin took the currency from the Hunter and inspected them for a moment. Based off of the weight, it'd be around (Insert appropriate amount of crowns for provisions here).
'I guess I'll just take my best guess as to what "Some Supplies" means... Jeez, it's like he handed me a blank grocery list with unknown quantities.'
"No time to rest, huh? I don't really mind, but..." Pippin grimaces as she smells the air, "I don't think any food they sell here will be very... Edible."
'Well... Not for Knights anyways. Too chewy, not enough liquid is put into most Gremlin-made foods. I'll have to redo any meals that I get for provisions...' Pippin sighs to herself, then continues.
"I'll do what I can. Where are we meeting up after I've gotten what we need?"
OOC: I don't really care. Just enough to get whatever supplies.
The Hunter looked around. "Don't worry. I'll find you."
Coryn grinned at Auto. "You sure about that?"
"I never understood females or love. I don't even remember most of my memories and my real name. I just had a note saying it was a family thing, something in the genes." Auto muttered dismally. "I always remember people, but not events." He found his suit and donned it before putting on his mask.
"I am the Kat!"
Pippin:
Pippin nods and runs off into Emberlight, but pauses at the sight of two diverging routes.
When the technology of the Clockworks started going haywire, it would only be natural to install separate routes into safe-havens -- just in case one of the routes gets blocked or comes under siege by Swarm influence.
Pippin takes a small side-route, and heads off to what is presumably a Gremlin Marketplace judging by the volume as she approaches it.
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[Depending on how long we stay here, I might just give Pippin her own private side-story. Also, I hope it's alright that Emberlight isn't the same as it was; I figured it'd be better if the town had changed a bit to accompany any Haven-escapees and had adjusted to the events which transpired in Haven. It'll also give new opportunities for meeting people/things.]
(What do you think the distances are? Between beck and the group?)
(P.S. It's a lot.)
As soon as he fired, Beck had moved, he watched the remnants of the cone think weakly against the ground. Autogun weaponry have little to no accuracy long range. He activated his recon cloak and brought his rifle around again. He tilted his head at the faint shout he could hear, smell? Over that long of a distance? He rolled his eyes and prepared to fire again.
(That's a bit cheap, automatically knowing where I was, especially after all the care he took not to be noticed.)
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Luke stuttered to a halt as he watched pippin leave.
"Now everyone is leaving? We're losing force!"
"Keep, you are NOT dying on me! You promised me those special noodles as well!" Ishpea says, Flinging Keep onto her shoulder.
And of course, attempts to launch herself away.
"What... huh? One of you guys had the cure?" Lyn asked, she looked at Gwen, "What happened to her? The same thing? Crap. I can make a cure with some of the grass and some slime cores, zee cores would effect her the quickest, unstable after that," Lyn thought of what else she would need, "I'd also need a mortar and pestle and some form of tea pot like item, anyone got any of the stuff I need?" Lyn looked around hopefully, she would help Gwen long before she starved, hopefully...
Running and resting was all the knight known as Diemios had known for a while. He found the Swarm to be particularly persistent in their chases on him, never tiring, never slowing. This was the seventh group in three days.
Diemios checked the clip of his Obsidian Carbine as he swiftly moved about a Clockwork Tunnel. Full. Perfect for what he planned. He held down a secondary energy trigger on the Carbine, letting it charge as the sounds of the Swarm Gremlins tailing him grew louder. Fully charged. Here went nothing. He rounded a corner, hiding behind a wall to make sure the Gremlins didn't see him.
Then they arrived, a group of about eight, their black skin and magenta eyes standing out against the blue of the background, and their Strikers looked ready for the taste of his blood.
He aimed and released the trigger, a surge of tentacles firing out and hitting several of the gremlins as several more shadow bolts aimed at each Gremlin until they went down, quickly shifting over to another until he was empty. Then he holstered the Carbine, quickly replacing it with his prized Griffin, quickly firing out several more shots and felling two more Gremlins. There were three left, snarling at him in anger over their wounds.
The Griffin went away, replaced by his hulking Lionheart Honor Blade. He moved in fast, intercepting an incoming overhead swing as he positioned to create a large hole in it's chest.
As the stab went through, another Gremlin threw his Striker at Diemios. He blocked it with the Gremlin's corpse, using his sword as a bat to fling it at the Gremlin, knocking him to the ground. As the Gremlin attempted to get his dead partner off of him, he was decapitated by the huge blade. One remained.
The Gremlin came in fast, forcing Diemios on the defensive, parrying several blows with sword and shield. When he saw an opportunity, however, he held up the blade defensively with only one hand, while the other hand came in for a surprise uppercut to the Gremlin's chin, forcing it's head back. Bingo.
With one quick slice, the Gremlin was cleaved down the middle, black fluid spilling out from the corpse as they all disintegrated into nothing.
Diemios wiped the black fluid off his mask, rolling his neck a little.
"Messy. Always messy." Diemios muttered as he flicked the goop off his guantlets.
He headed forward, as the hum of the elevator could be heard. Time to get back to his camp.
Just an FYI as said in post 171 in the discussion thread, Scorpio spent a good half of his life as a feral animal. He can smell you bro. THe snarbolax is a dog times about maybe at minimum 10. Thats a lot more feet. This is becoming one upmanship, so im gonna let u do ur thing
[Strom can finally move again! Yay! I would've moved sooner, but I was still wondering how I'd handle Grell not moving as well... I'll just assume that he recovered from the whole dropped-while-in-motion thing, and decided to make his own way to the camp. Or hid. Either works.
Holy Snipe, it's been over 100 posts since I've moved Strom.
As an aside: I'm going to assume Isphea is just running back to the camp with Keep, and didn't do any other more... Time-Consuming actions near the now growing swarm-influenced area where Keep was hit. I also just noticed in post #280 I said that the circumference would double or triple, I actually meant to say its radius. Geometric and mathematical terms aren't my forte, my bad.
I'm also going to start a self-contained arc in the Marketplace. As soon as any of the people who're with Hunter speak up about Pippin being missing for a while, I'll do something to have her move back. Or give some sort of excuse.]
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Strom:
When Strom arrives at the now 12m wide Swarm-Circle where his Swarm-Drill had been fired. He pauses and examines the scene. He takes an astute observation to the ground -- which is devoid of any form of crater or Void-Black Swarm-Matter. This could only mean one thing.
'Ɨŧ ₥ɇŧ ɨŧȿ ₥aɍҟ, ŧħɇn.'
'It met its mark, then.' Strom silently bows his head. But the eye within his helm pulses within, heat and pain being brought forth only to be ignored by the one it is trying to influence.
Strom takes a couple of moments to set up Swarm Eyes within a 50m radius, only to find no Knights in the vicinity.
'... Ŧħɇɏ aɍɇn'ŧ đɇađ. Øɍ aŧ łɇaȿŧ nøŧ ałł øf ŧħɇ₥.'
'... They aren't dead. Or at least not all of them.' Strom "breathes" out slowly, or makes the noise of breath due to his facial features being replaced with a large Magenta eye.
A breath of pity? Annoyance? ... Thankfulness? As these questions probe Strom's mind, he quickly refocuses. If the Swarm was reaching to his thoughts, he would need to avoid any strenuous confrontations, or risk becoming a puppet to forces he still did not fully understand.
Strom then returns to his examination of the ground. It was becoming increasingly swarm-infested. Lines of black and balls of magenta flowed freely... But there was a sleight disturbance in the ground. Strom approaches it, then crouches, allowing his Swarm eye to focus in with deadly precision.
A boot mark. Probably the start of a leap, or run -- likely for a large gain in momentum. Whose tracks it belonged to -- either a Swarm infested soul or a fleeing knight -- made no difference. There was nothing else to go on. Strom rushes in the direction of the boot mark, systematically making a line of 4 Swarm Eyes (2 to his left, 2 to his right) as he ran, replacing them after every 10 or so paces. With his vision multitasking, while still retaining vision of what's in front of him, Strom has the sight of a lined search-party as he rushes after Keep and Isphea.
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Pippin:
After a bit of wandering, Pippin finds the source of the noise she had been following all this time. After passing through a pair of Archways, with Gremlin and Knight Sentries standing guard watchfully, she finds herself in front of what can only be described as a large mash-up of Large Scrap Plates and tarps made into a large Dome. It would have to be at least two times the size of the Hall of Heroes back in Haven -- perhaps not in height, but definitely in land-area.
When Pippin enters the wide shelter-like building, her hears are instantly assaulted by shouts of deals, haggling, and just plain old loud conversation. It would be a huge pain to find anyone in this mess...
"Man... I really should have pushed for a place to meet up. I'm going to end up being the one looking for Beardy, not the other way around." Despite the sound of annoyance in Pippin's voice -- which was practically a whisper when compared to the shouting masses -- Pippin finds herself with a smile on her face.
When was the last time she had witnessed such an uproar? Such energy in the air? The kitchens during her training were all that came to mind.
Pippin slaps her hands against both sides of her face twice before walking into the crowd to a popular looking stand, which held some good-condition (if not slightly used) canteens, used for carrying water and other drinks. There was no time to get sentimental, there would be time for that on the road; for the time being, Pippin needed to get supplies for the journey to... Wherever they were heading next.
This shellform is losing its potency. I'll have to transfer to a new one at the next opportunity. Initiating mental reboot. Awaken.
Gwen opened her eyes to the peaceful darkness of nighttime skydome. She raised her arm to her forehead and laid it there at the onset of a raging headache. "Ugh. I really do need a new one." She attempted to sit up, only to find that the servo mounted on her right arm had broken. "Great. Just great. Guess I need new power assist motors too."
The nearby shuffling of grass caught her ears, and she turned around to find Lyn. "Oh. Hello," she groaned, still feeling under the weather from the poison. "What are you still doing here?"
(I'm assuming Auto is also carrying the Torto)
"This... is.... nothing! An..... ultimate.... existence such.... as I....! WOULD NEVER YIELD *gasp* TO ANY *wheeze* MATERIAL OBJECT!"
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Whe Isphea ran off with her partner, Escha had elected to stay behind. The phantom was coming now, and she had to do something fast. There was no choice, she couldn't possibly produce enough nanobots in time.
Escha was forced to dispel her invisibility, she uses the nanobots used to maintain her cloak to create a chemical chain reaction in the air. The surrounding air ripples and lightwaves distort.
As soon as Strom enters the field that Escha had produced, everything should flash freeze and she would hopefully manage to have given Isphea and Keep some time.
Meanwhile, with her cloak gone, Escha was a sitting duck. Escha quickly dives down to an area beyond the swarm infection's reach. There was some grass around, so she had some cover to hide behind.
The elevator made it's casual hum as it descended through the maze of connectors below. The air around the elevator darkened to a near pitch black as the elevator slowed to a stop.
A group of knight sized candles lit up the entryway. The one place he knew even the Swarm would be a little weary to attack. A Candlelight Keep. His new home since the whole mess started.
He walked through the dark. These Grimalkins had learned he wasn't an invader from the other Kats down here. They were smarter than they let on, Diemios noticed, though he could still see their spectral forms wearily watching from a distance.
The Kats also floated by. A decent chunk of them, he found, were from Moorcroft, so they were actually quite friendly, albeit with quite morbid personalities.
Eventually he arrived at his little nook, a sleeping bag with a candle next to a row of ancient books, which he browsed through to find that most were in a very foreign language.
He sat down on his sleeping bag while his little Black Kat Seraphynx wandered in, nuzzling Diemios's side. He had to say, with all that was going on, and his own attire, many would call him a Kat fanatic.
He pulled out a bag, sifting through it.
"I got a little something for you while on my supply run." Diemios said as he rubbed the Battle Sprite's head with one hand. He pulled out a small Divine Orb, and the features on the little Sprite's face perked up as it's claws grasped at it.
Once Diemios handed it over, the little Kat Sprite gobbled it up with pleasure while Diemios himself lifted up his mask a little and ate some of the Wolver meat he'd gone for. A little on the crispy side, but it was better than nothing.
"Plans. Plans." Diemios mumbled softly, pulling out a small holographic pad. "Need to find survivors next. We have enough food to last for a while, so even if we can't find anybody, we can still stay here for a while."
The Seraphynx nodded in agreement as it finished the orb.
"Emberlight?" Diemios pondered to himself. "Swarm could directly access it through elevators though. Unless they locked it? It would probably be the first place Knights would go. Moorcraft's too offputting for most, and the Gremlins down there can be friendly enough."
He tapped his own chin for a moment. "Might be worth checking out. Big risk though. Could end badly."
The battle sprite nuzzled him again, purring.
"I know, Kit, I know." Diemios said, scratching the sprite's neck. "Okay, we can try. but don't blame me if things go south."
Diemios got up on his feet, stretching. True rest would come later. Suicide might come first, as he and his battle sprite wandered back towards the elevator.
Coryn sat not far from Gwen and Lyn. "Well, looks like both sleepers have awoken. Come on you two, we'd best be going. Ahhh...this will be an elevator ride to enjoy...two beautiful girls, close quarters." He winked, before walking over to them. "Need any help?"
The Hunter turned to Luke and Yuuki. "Alright, keep your eyes open for a local Mender. She's blind, but she can definitely help us." He started walking into the town. He turned to them. "Welcome to Stonefield Borough!"
Coryn suddenly tumbled down on top of Gwen, having just now discovered that she had tugged at his wrist. He now found himself staring deep into a pair of bright silver eyes that giggled and laughed at him, as if he had stumbled over his own two feet (instead of being dragged down by a pretty girl). "Yes," Gwen decided at last, "this is going to be an elevator ride to enjoy. One hot guy, very close quarters." She pushed him off with a chuckle and got to her feet.
"All right, let's get going. Our enemies won't exactly be waiting for us."
OOC: Stupid auto-correct.
Caite eyed the back and forth between the two with eyes that seemed to scream out,
'What the goddamn hell you motherfcking little shit, a fcking lady is over here carrying a heavy fcking piece of shit, how dare you flirt in her divine face.'
"Either pick a side and carry, or I will castrate you and feed your balls to my Drakon," threatens Caite.
And then the elevator finally starts going up.
Gwen laughed aloud and took the Tortodrone from Caite's hands, trying to compensate for the broken arm-servo. "All right, all right, no need to get angry. Besides, you can't castrate me; I don't have- wait, maybe I do. Shall I check?"
(Well, that escalated quickly)
Hearing commotion of some sort, Jiston primed his Nitronome, and walked towards the source, still dragging the Wolver corpse.
"As if any one of you could get anyone!" Auto said laughing, after the Torto was taken off him.
"Escpeically the males in this group."
(Plus, with the inconsistent posting between you and I, I think its best to just drop it.)
Activating his cloaking device, Beck decided to retreat, maybe he could get Syber to return with some manpower.
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"Stonefield burrow?" Luke looked around, it seemed ok, untouched by the swarm... Yet.
He moved right, pushing lightly through there crowd and avoiding the chatter of merchants. Ahead of him, a small general store stood, it was old and rusted, with one of its supports rusted through. But customers were entering it.
(I'm guessing we are at the town Ember-Break describes?l
Strange, the elevator was being used. Whether that was a good or bad sign would soon be determined. The occasional word or two managed to make it's way through the grinding of gears.
"As..."
"...anyone...."
".......males...group"
Whatever beings were on it were clearly capable of speech, to a certain extent, but in his focus, Jiston carelessly dropped the primed Nitronome in his right hand. Unable to do anything, he watched it spiral ((no pun intended)) into the gears powering the elevator below. Silence followed, maybe the gears neutralised it somehow?
His answer was a flash of blue light followed by a loud "BOOM"
I was only describing on specific area -- the merchant-dome-thing. Seeing as Pippin went a different direction than the group Luke is in, the chances of any locations I post about influencing the group is quite small... So long as they don't come running to look for Pippin, that is. If the town's changed to accommodate new Knights coming to seek refuge, then Emberlight would probably have the same features as a sort of "intermediate city".
I'm sure there's an actual term for what I'm meaning, but I don't know what it is; what I mean is that Emberlight would have become a spot where Knights could stop by to gain provisions -- but due to the high population would find it difficult to find a bed to sleep on. That won't stop knights from sleeping on the streets -- safe streets are better than Swarm-infested jungles after all -- but it just means that the "Visitor-status" to "Resident-status" is REALLY out of whack. This would result in some different buildings being made, like the Merchant-dome.
If there were enough survivors that made it to Emberlight... Perhaps there'd even be a Training Camp of sorts? A Militia built for the purpose of taking back Haven? Who knows.]
EDIT: To put in Pippin things.
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Pippin:
"These things are... Just slabs of metal." Pippin inquires as she looks at one of the "Canteens" put on display. She tossed the object into the air and let it fall back down, as if to prove that it was far too "heavy" to be an empty canteen.
"Wh-- I assure you, Miss! These are high quality goods!" The man across the counter almost instantly reached out and tried to snatch the merchandise away -- only to find that Pippin's Grip Mods were far stronger than an out-of-shape Knight like him could ever hope to take away. The merchant had been eager to allow her to take a closer look at the item -- but was now in a cold sweat.
"Eh? Seriously?" One of the onlookers spoke out, looking down at his newly bought canteen. "Hey! If that's true, give me a refund y'cheating snipe!" Another spoke up, until the group around the merchant had gone into a small uproar -- which really wasn't all that loud compared to the rest of the room.
"First of all, there's no refunds -- and don't even think about running my stand down! Or Security will run you through!" Despite his shouting, the merchant had become even more nervious, it seems.
"But... I-I swear! The guy I bought these from promised that these goods were secure! I've even used one myse--" The merchant is cut short after the Canteen Pippin had been holding flew at his forehead, bouncing off with an audible "Tunk"
"Well... It's clear that this guy isn't going to let even a single crown out for his faulty goods -- let alone admit that they're fake..." Pippin shrugs, then looks around. 1, 2, 3... 6 people had bought canteens here. "And seeing as there's no refunds... That leaves you guys at a loss." With that, the men around her groan in disappointment, a couple of curses were lost to the still-growing sound in the room.
"But," Pippin points one finger up, as if she had remembered something, "I just so happen to be on the lookout for plates. And while these... things aren't ideal, I could take them off your hand for..." She looks to the merchant stand. 1'000cr each.
"100 -- no, 150 crowns per one." With that, the men's eyes practically shot out of their heads.
"Wh-- That's not even 1/5 of the price we paid!" One blurts out. "Yeah! What makes you think that we'd --" Pippin cuts the second man short with a finger placed less than an inch from his mouth.
"Well, most plates here would be worth... What... 5-20 crowns? Heck, I could take scraps off of Machines in the Clockworks and make them myself. I'm offering you guys a deal, here... 200cr for the faulty product?" She then looks over at the merchant, who was now practically cowering behind the counter, "Or none, and you get to keep a fancy paperweight."
After the transaction was finished, Pippin took a "complimentary bag" from on top of the counter, piled the Canteens within it, and walked through the crowd again -- ignoring the grumbling of the men behind her.
'Hehe... The Canteens were actually in mint condition, and'll serve their purpose well as water holders... The knights around here are easier to trick than I thought.' With a slight giggle among the crowd, Pippin continues on her way to a particularly nice-smelling stand.
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[If anyone wants to make a character that'll meet up with Pippin here, I'm all for it by the way. I'm thinking of making another one myself, if no one does.]
I'm BACK!!!!!!!!!!!
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The two Fenririous stared wildly at each other. One of them inhabited the body of a Dusker and wore a mask that seemed to come fom the Apocrea, but other than that, nothing was worn. The other was near smothered in a cloak that was sewn to his mask which was covered in bandages. The knight who was punched by the naked Vexer was lying on the floor, watching. They were watching each other closely, until the cloaked Vex leaped and threw a strong punch just to be pushed aside by an even more powerful wave of the hand.
Scorpio took a second quick sniff of the air to make sure beck was gone. Instead, he smelled another, different. He smelled of... wolver meat? "I CAN SMELL YOU WOLVER MEAT MAN!" yells Scorpio. Suddenly, he hears.... an explosion? This can't be good thinks, Scorpio. "Hey everybody I just think I heard a... Blast Bomb explosion?" said Scorpio, partly to himself and partly to everyone else.
Also, @Colray this was becoming one-upmanship. I'm really glad you stopped it. Also, the max possible range for your rifle is 1.4 miles. That's by human sniper rifle standards. We need to get ur weapons range.
"Sir, good news," Oracle proclaimed to the shadowy figure standing before him."More knights are joining our ranks. And the remaining knights who have not been infected or joined are yet to know the one who is truly the ringleader." "Any news of the Swarm?" the figure asked. "Nothing yet." Oracle replied. "A pity. Oh well. It is not yet the right time to strike. The next meeting is in two cycles. I hope to see you by then." the figure ended and left the room.
Sadly, I just can't keep track of multiple characters, so I have to drop Ezequiel even thought I never wound up playing him. If you want to play him, just post it in the discussion thread.
Coryn heard the bomb go off, and could hear clangs as the gears for the elevator began to fall apart. He jumped forward, slamming his spear through a hole and into the wall, giving some support to the elevator. "Get off! Forget the Torto!!" He grabbed at Caite's arm, trying to heave her off the elevator.
Auto heard the bomb and saw Coryn, taking his lead and using his leviathan blade to hang off the wall.
"Blast it blast it blast it!"
(Beck uses a Barret M82 Sniper rifle. Effective at 1.1 miles.)
(Ember-Break: ah, all right.)
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Luke peered around at the customers, Blind mender? Where would one be?
Then something caught his eye. Sitting on a rack, stood a book. There was a picture of a sealed sword on it. He moved his way to it, and picked up the book. It was smaller than he'd thought it was, and a little dusty. He opened it, and flipped through the pages. The words were foreign,but pictures showed what looked like the crafting recipe for his Avenger and others like it. His eyes widened as he looked through the materials needed for a divine avenger, he had almost all of them! All he needed was some Sun Silver and two eternal orbs. He took the book in both hands and went to purchase it. Hopefully he had enough crowns.
(I've returned. For now.)
Grell, having taken the brunt of the explosion, as well as the angle he was at compared to Keep and Isphea (he aimed more behind Isphea, leaving him at the side), was launched into the forest. Rolling to a stop quickly, Grell was left sore in his right arm, the recoil from the shot as well as landing on it causing this. Getting up, he sees a lift nearby. "Better... go down to the Clockworks before I'm found by that thing." He began his walk before hearing the lift raise to the surface.
From the lift comes out Meteko and Drace. Upon seeing Grell, they immediately run over to him, but stop once they're close to see his Red Hawk uniform. "A Red Hawk? Grell?!"
"Heh. I guess our fame knows no bounds, even after all this time." Grell set down his cannon. "Who are you two?"
"Drace. I thought the Red Hawks were all wiped out."
Meteko elbows her arm. "Meteko."
"They were all wiped out. But now's not the time for chit-chat." By this point, the Cannon had compacted to a smaller size. Grell put it onto his back. "A Swarm Phantom is on the hunt."
"A Swarm Phantom?" Meteko strokes his chin. "Then again anything can happen here."
Coryn turned to Gwen. "You can spot-weld? What is there you can't do?" He turned toward the elevator, only to see a knight jump out. "Come on with us. We're headed to our base camp, provided it's still standing. If not, well, we can always head to Emberlight."