Spidophile
Red showed Lisa the piece of paper and pointed to the ceiling, gesturing for Lisa to shush.
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While all sorts of interesting things were going on around him, Roderick was more than content to take a nap in the shade of Max's firetruck. After all the commotion with the plague-cows the night before, Roderick had been too on edge to get any proper rest and had only managed to relax enough to pass out recently. If anyone were to need Roderick's help, a simple nudge would be more than enough to wake him.
OOC sorry for the delay, my sleep schedule's messed up beyond all and I've been trying to fix it. I know this is a cop-out post, and I'm sorry about that, but it's just a way for me to let the lot of you know that I'm still interested in playing (promise I'll get something more substantial up tonight or tomorrow). Oh, and School's started and thus has been taking up a good chunk of my time.
THE SLORG!
Goldilocks raised an eyebrow, but shut up; however she did not make any move besides placing her hands on her hips, looking up at the ceiling vent, and waiting.
... And waiting...
... Aaand waiting.
Until finally she just couldn't take it any more. "Would you two idiots get a grip? If there really was someone in this house coming to attack us, don't you think something would have happened by now? What are we under attack by, the essence of molasses?" Goldilocks asked rhetorically, tired of sitting around waiting for something to happen that wasn't happening. "We don't have time to be playing hide and seek with imaginary opponents; I'm going back to the vehicles to see about getting a move on" she told them, turning and heading back towards the front door, "hurry up or I'll suggest that we leave you behind!"
Meanwhile outside, the situation hadn't changed much; Arthur stomped about through the overgrown grass to one side of the house, insisting that something was, "right around here, made that buzzing noise, I swear." Finally though there was a noise that others would hear; a quick metallic tink! of two metal things having a minor but quick impact with each other, and it came from the top of the firetruck. Right as it happened, Arthur had wheeled around that way. "There it was again, with another noise. Come on, somebody else heard that this time, right?" he asked, moving back towards the truck.
"I heard something, but I'm not sure what it was" Garnet replied, since she was right next to the firetruck. "Emerson did you hear any-... Emerson?" As she turned to ask the gnome, since he was up on the truck where the sound had come from, she noticed that the gnome was no longer there. Garnet began looking around for any sign of the tiny man, but wasn't seeing any.
edited 18th Sep '14 9:42:49 PM by FirockFinion
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Sandwich Summoner
"uh... sorry." Israfel, or rather, Rafaella apologized, while letting the kid go. "You're just that adorable. What's your name, little one?" She said, in a more subdued stance, kneeling so the kid could see her face to face.
Spidophile
"I'm Sophia. Who are you? Weren't you at Crownpoint for a little bit?" the observant Sophia asked, remembering Rafaella the dancer.
Meanwhile, Red just shrugged and walked back to the truck.
"Alright, but if some crazy ass rednecks start chasing us later, don't blame me."
Earl, having finished bathing (or as close as he could get without proper sanitation materials and/or showers), got up and began cleaning his gun.
"Listen, can we hurry this up?" he asked everyone rudely. "I'm kinda itchin' to get to Virginia to get my pardon."
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THE SLORG!
"Oh no, crazy rednecks? Whatever would we do about that this time? I suppose we can always hope that their leader will have a bunch of grenades strapped to his own chest just like last time" Goldilocks said sarcastically as they exited the house and stepped back over to the vehicles, in time to hear Earl's statement. "Yes, it's high time we get moving. A demon lord isn't going to be stopping for baths or sitting around in empty houses" she loudly agreed in a critical tone.
"Has anyone seen Emerson? He was just here" Garnet asked, still looking around for the gnome.
"We can worry about that later; right now, we're leaving" Goldilocks told the young mechanic.
"But- what if he's not actually in any of the cars? We don't want to leave him behind" Garnet said worriedly, starting to move around the back of the firetruck.
"He knows which way we're going and can just follow the road there; we'll have to stop at least for a while at the safe town later, which will give him the time to catch up" Goldilocks pointed out, grabbing Garnet's arm and stopping her. "Besides, out of all of us, Emerson has the best chance of staying alive out here; yes, even better than me" she continued, and ushered Garnet into the van. Garnet mumbled some more complaints, but allowed herself to be led into the vehicle.
...
As the dust was settling, a few feet off to the side of the road, in the edge of the overgrown field, a conversation was continuing. "Seems your tale is true after all, cabinet dweller. As impossible as it is to believe."
"I do not quite dwell in cabinets lately, being an exile. Are ya' too daft to reel-eyes that, field runner?"
"I realize that we have you outnumbered two to one!"
"Oh? And if ya' knew why an exile would be an exile, ya' would know why that does not help ya' much here!"
"Please, calm down, both of you. Mister Emerson, most exiles I know aren't exactly keen on risking their lives to help others; is this mission these big folk are on really so important?"
"I got exiled because of trying to hold my honor; not by breaking it. But aye, were the big folk to fail, the whole of this realm would become demon territory." Three gnomes, one of which the group knew well, walked out of the field and onto the empty road. "Ach! And now thanks to ya' tackling me off their truck, the big folk left without me!" Emerson complained, casting a glare at the other two gnomes.
"I don't see what the problem is. It's not like demons want us dead; we could just work for them" the first of the other two gnomes said, folding his arms; as a Human he would be an older teenager or possibly very early twenties, making him a little ways younger than Emerson.
"That is true, but it would not exactly be ideal" the third gnome pointed out to her younger colleague; as a Human she would be a middle aged woman, a bit older than Emerson. "As long as we are not involved, any result would probably still be in our favor" she added.
"Or ya' could try not being a bunch of pansies and come fight! What are ya', gnomes or a bunch of flimsy fairies?!" Emerson said challengingly, raising his 'sword' slightly, which had been drawn the whole time.
"I can't say a war march of the whole clan would necessarily be in our best interests, especially on such short notice" the middle aged of the pair said, while the younger sneered back at Emerson, grasping his hands on some kind of bo-staff weapon made from a chopstick. "But we will pass word along to the rest of the clan as soon as possible, and I will see to it personally that this gets passed along to the other clans" she told Emerson.
This seemed to placate Emerson into lowering his own weapon again. "Ach, I suppose that is the best I can hope for. Thank ya'" Emerson muttered.
"Ordinarily I wouldn't even contemplate doing such a thing for an exile, but an event that would cause a demon and an angel to work together is not something to be taken lightly. This is not being done for you" the middle aged woman clarified to Emerson, causing him to frown slightly. "You better go catch up with your big folk, Emerson Cabinet Three Cabinets Down From The End Cabinet. They are already gaining ground, and we have work to do" she concluded as some way of bidding him farewell. The three gnomes then went off in near blurs of movement; Emerson in the direction the vehicles had gone, the other two into the fields to go past the house and off to wherever the rest of their clan was...
edited 21st Sep '14 10:19:19 AM by FirockFinion
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Eat my dust!
Recon was dozing off in the truck, like usual. He seemed to be sleeping more than fighting these days.
"SAID CLOUD TO THE CARTOON PONIES AND UNICORNS WITH PICTURES OF FLOWERS ON THEIR ASSES. A DURR HURR HURR." ~Game Spazzer
Sandwich Summoner
"yes, I was. I'm Rafaella... a singer." Rafaella nodded and smiled. "Nice meeting you." She added. She would have said more, but then the call to jump on a vehicle made her roll her eyes and return to the truck with a slight furrowed expression. She did stay like this while they were travelling, arms folded.
THE SLORG!
A number of hours passed, fairly uneventfully; the most notable thing was when Flyer suddenly mentioned feeling sick and as if he was about to throw up. He was quickly forced to ride outside on the roof with Arthur, where he proceeded to not throw up; apparently it was just some simple stomach ache.
Finally as the mid afternoon was coming about, the town came into view ahead as they rounded another bend through the forest. There was no gate, so the party could see right through on to the street where plenty of people were moving about in a hustled panic, gathering what they could carry in preparation to leave; out another way presumably, since nobody was coming out this way from the town. While there was no gate, there was a trio of obvious town guards standing ready near the road, whom eyed the oncoming vehicles with some worry and a bit of astonishment, and motioned for them to stop at the edge of town.
As they came to that stop, Clark once again saw an opportunity for his profession to come in handy and possibly understand and be understood by these guys better, since he had been a town guard; so he decided to quickly step out and move forward. "Wasn't expecting to see people coming down this road today. Did you guys come from Crownpoint?" one of the guards asked before Clark could speak up.
"Yeah, but they just got attacked pretty hard; barely made it out ourselves, and I don't know if anyone else did" Clark answered, and glanced at the people packing up on the street. "What's going on here?" he asked himself, with a motion to them.
"So it is true then. Word is a U.N.A.M. scout plane got sent over there and found the place wrecked; now there's talk about a deceiver in the area, and something about the VHG having a confirmation of it heading East. We can't be sure what's going on, but what we know is that if Crownpoint's been taken out, we could be next, so everyone here is packing up and going North. You're welcome to come too; figure it's the safest direction to be going right now" the guard explained at length.
"Uh, no thanks we've got our own plans. I don't suppose you guys would happen to have a trade caravan in town?" Clark responded, and went ahead with the obvious question.
The guard shook his head, "nah, but if you need to trade supplies, feel free to ask around. We've got people of our own trying to ask around for certain things before we head North, and not everybody can carry all their stuff, so I'm sure you could get some offers if you try."
"Ah, thanks... Are you all going North?" Clark decided to ask, mainly out of curiosity.
"Every resident is, to my knowledge... There's some NCC folk in town though, and I'm not sure what they're planning but I don't think it's coming with us. There's a few other types as well, but I think they're all coming with us" the guard answered. With that, he motioned for them to come on into the town proper; a slightly tensed Goldilocks relaxed now that it seemed they weren't going to be tested.
"Alright, well, we're going to be waiting around for a while to see if Emerson shows up anyway, so why don't we all go ahead and see about getting anything we might need" Goldilocks suggested to everyone, and glanced about the firetruck a bit, before spotting Jeff; more specifically, the one gun he had, still borrowed from Israfel. "Jeff, you still have that same problem with guns you did before?" she asked him after moving over beside him.
"Uh, yeah?" Jeff answered in a confused tone.
"Then come on, let's get you something that won't jam on you" Goldilocks said, tugging on Jeff's arm as she hopped out of the firetruck. Jeff looked less than enthusiastic about the notion of going off with the demonette alone.
Arthur hopped off the top of the truck and went walking off, muttering about 'going for a walk'. Counter went off to look for possible trades. Coline also went off, nearly dragging Clark with her and saying something in French that got Clark to look both very confused and very intrigued. (If he's paying attention, Recon would catch something about buying underwear.) Flyer didn't go anywhere yet, but from the way he hopped off the truck and stood slightly away, it seemed like he was planning on it. Garnet stayed behind, intending to wait for Emerson. And Jacob obviously stayed behind, looking about as arrested as one could be without handcuffs on.
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"I'm sure he'll be back," Max said to Garnet. "You want to try making a mounted cannon for the truck? Or fixing the van? That'll take your mind off of things."
Orion looked around the town to see if anyone seemed like they were having a fire sale.
Spidophile
"Hear that Sophia? We're about to do some trading. Anything you want?" Red asked his daughter who was looking around the town wide-eyed.
"Something to hurt demons with." Sophia answered resolutely, a stern expression on her little face. Red grimaced a bit.
"I was thinking more along the lines of a book or something." he said. Sophia sighed. It didn't look like her father was going to let her pursue her demon-hunting desires anytime soon.
"OK. A book would be fine. Maybe a board game too. I'm getting bored with playing just checkers and Go Fish all the time." she told her father. Red nodded his head at her requests and, taking her hand, started looking around town for families with children (preferably unarmed families). He was hoping to trade either the shotgun or Lynn's rifle for some clothes for Sophia, a board game, books, or anything else entertaining and/or necessary for children. He also kept his eyes out for any pets. It was common in Apocalyptic times for families to abandon their animal companions when forced to go on the move and Red, seeing how much Sophia liked Thor, thought a pet would be a good idea for Sophia. After losing her mom, a pet would hopefully cheer her up.
Earl, on the other hand, decided to look through any abandoned buildings to see if he could find anything of worth without spending money. If not, he'd see about acquiring some food provisions for the trip.
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Rafaella stretched so slightly, instructing her cherub to remain firmly by Jacob's side, but telling Jacob he was free to roam for the time being. On sight of the bird. She got out of the truck from a jump, clearly amused by the chance of shopping. She really needed some stuff for the sake of masquerade, such as new clothes (the current ones had been reduced to a ridiculous miniskirt) and some kind of musical instrument. Walking through the campament, her honed dominion senses locked up on the little girl once more, and decided she would have her share of cuteness right now.
"Sophia!" She called from behind. "Are you going to do shopping, too?"
(OOC: Wrapup for Matt)
Matt sighed, pondering on what to do. He would get an ever better article if he pressed forward, but the material they had was too important to not have it clutched tightly to his chest. So much for saving the world, Matt. He thought to himself. But maybe this way, in the sidelines, could help more than he was already doing. Jacob's words gave him something to ponder. And so he left with the other caravan, presumably to where he could reach the GPS.
Chiquita grumbled as she dragged her backpack through the assorted people. She couldn't believe her luck. She had been fired. All because some stupid gringo had gotten ill from eating her lovely prepared chili. These North americans had very delicate tastes. Rat was yummy, grubs even more so. But noo, they had to throw up it all. She really needed a new source of income, right now. And right then, a new bunch of people appeared. Hopefully she could have more luck this time.
So, she wrote a sign with dirt on a cardboard for all of them to see, and put herself besides it on display. "GUN FOR HIRE". The sign said.
edited 24th Sep '14 12:23:08 AM by AtomicNut
THE SLORG!
"I don't have stuff for a cannon, or even fixing the van, really" Garnet replied to Max; she didn't seem inclined to leave the cars to go looking for such things any time soon, either.
Orion would find fire sales alright, but none of them looked like things that were particularly useful. One lady was offering a whole collection of glass miniatures, enough to fill a decent sized cabinet, for only about a hundred bucks, while another guy was selling off a bunch of paintings at only a dollar or two each. (Anyone can get one without having to spend a point, or spend a point and get a bunch.) The most practical looking fire sale was a guy selling throwing axes, again at only a few dollars each. (Same as the paintings.)
Red could find families, but finding anyone who was unarmed, let alone a whole family of unarmed people, was a tall order in this day and age. Lots of people had at least a pistol, and just about everyone who didn't have a gun at least had some kind of melee weapon on hand, even if it was improvised. His trade however, was easy as pie; soon as it was clear that he was offering a gun for things as simple as board games and books, he got plenty of offers. In fact, he got caught between two dads trying to make competing offers for it.
The first (Apparently a single dad of two teenagers and a pre-teen.) offered Snakes and Ladders, a travel set of chess, (with pieces that stuck to the board via magnets) and the book Odd Thomas. The second (Who had his wife and two fairly young children.) offered Monopoly, the first two books of the Harry Potter series, and a caged cockatiel. (Apparently a Female named Essy.) As Red, Sophia, and Rafaella all went the same way, Flyer went with them, walking casually just a few paces behind with his hands in his pockets as he glanced around at everything going on.
Speaking of the dominion, Rafaella would see for her own attempted shopping, would see a man with three instruments lined up for sale or trade: a saxophone, a piccolo, and bass guitar. For clothes, there was a woman hollering that she had clothes for sale, and was holding some up; the problem was that they looked like they were probably her spare clothes, and if so, they would probably be too small for Rafaella currently, as the lady was both shorter and just in general smaller than the dominion. (Nothing a shifting ritual circle couldn't sort out, but then her current clothes would probably be too big.)
Earl meanwhile, apparently still had yet to learn that buildings in an occupied town, even the ones not being used, were typically well stripped of anything useful by now. The best he found was a random item that somebody had left because they couldn't take it with and hadn't managed to sell it: a couch. It didn't have any cushions on it, but otherwise it was still in okay condition. After that, looking for food didn't go too well either; most of the people around were actually trying to trade for food, not vice versa. Still, he did find one man who was offering canned pasta for spare ammo.
Back at the truck, Goldilocks exited with a hesitant Jeff, intent to go looking for a gun, until she spotted the teenager with the cardboard sign, and went up to her. "What do you mean by gun for hire? You mean you're selling one?" Goldilocks asked, that particular part of English lingo having slipped past her.
"It means she's for hire, as a mercenary" Jeff said after a moment of nearly face palming.
"Oh! Well in that case, what kind of job are you up for? Just caravan guarding or would you be up for something a little more dangerous?" Goldilocks said, not missing a beat and donning a smile, "and would it being for a good cause make a difference to you?"
"Remember those earlier days after you had received the light, when you endured in a great conflict full of suffering. Sometimes you were publicly exposed to insult and persecution; at other times you stood side by side with those who were so treated. You suffered along with those in prison and joyfully accepted the confiscation of your property, because you knew that you yourselves had better and lasting possessions. So do not throw away your confidence; it will be richly rewarded."
As the priest, a middle aged, lanky man with balding white hair, recited the bible passage, the squad of seven zealots kneeled in front of him, lined up side to side with their heads bowed in prayer. The priest's outfit was typical of the profession as people knew it before the apocalypse; except for the sword sheathed on his left hip, and the long-barreled revolver holstered on his right hip, which was typical of the profession now. The zealots could be mistaken for a SWAT team or squad of military soldiers, if not for their clothes and armor being stark white and having the occasional emblazoned cross; there was no mistaking soldiers of the New Catholic Church. (Except for members of the VHG, occasionally.)
Once the priest finished reciting, he snapped his held bible closed and got it hooked to one of his belt loops. The zealots all simultaneously gave an, "amen" then got to their feet. Other people on the street were watching the scene, some with respect, others with mild apprehension.
"I'm sure you've all heard by now that there is a deceiver on the move through these lands" the priest said, getting some nods from the zealots. "Well as it so happens, we are supposed to be convening with a paladin here today. We will be attempting to confirm if there is indeed a deceiver here, and I'm certain the paladin will join us" he continued, getting some more affirming nods from the zealots.
"Our last received orders said we would convene with him at a church, and this is the only one in town. Therefore we will remain here until this paladin arrives" the priest stated simply. With that the squad started to disperse a bit, but made sure to stick within sight of the church, now on the lookout for the paladin.
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Deciding that it might be a good idea to see what he could do about getting some new gear, Roderick wandered in the same direction as Orion to see what was up for sale. The paintings didn't seem terribly useful unless someone wanted to burn them and the glass miniatures were right out. The throwing axes, however, were right up Roderick's alley. Approaching the man, Roderick grinned and said "Hi there! I see you're selling throwing axes. I just happen to have a pair of heavy duty throwing knives that I'm sure you could sell for a fairly decent price. I don't suppose you'd be willing to trade four of your axes for these beauties?" With that, Roderick drew both of his knives and presented them to the axe seller.
Harry had spent the past three days making his way to where he'd been ordered to meet up with an NCC Zealot squad and the priest leading them. The journey in question hadn't been too arduous, thanks to the occasional friendly driver who'd allowed him to hitch a ride. The last hour or so, on the other hand, had been spent walking towards where he'd been told to meet his NCC allies.
Upon arriving in town, Harry chose to ignore the dozens of people fleeing and instead made his way straight to the church, where he'd been told he'd find the priest and his zealots. Naturally, Harry's turned out to be correct when he spotted the familiar sight of white NCC body armour. Upon reaching the church, Harry walked to the priest and said "My name is Paladin Harry Churchill. I was instructed to meet you at this location where I was told you'd be waiting for me to arrive, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."
edited 24th Sep '14 5:50:13 PM by Eachiunn
Spidophile
Red decided to go with the Dad who had the cockatiel. The ex-boxer had told the man that the rifle had only one bullet left in it and the owner of the bird had retracted the two books from his offer. In Red's mind, this seemed pretty fair. In reality, he was just eager to get rid of that particular firearm. This was the same gun that he had accidentally killed Jeff Red's brother Jeff. Not Lisa's squeeze. with and it brought Red too many painful memories of his brother and Lynn.
"If you got nothing else against the gun, I'd say we're about ready to make the trade." Red told the man before asking the fellow father if there was anything he needed to know about taking care of a female cockatiel. The boxer remembered hearing something about female cockatiels being more gentle than the males but that was the extent of his knowledge of the avians.
Sophia was busy looking at Essy, a grin on her face. Then she noticed Flyer walking behind them.
"Hey - isn't your name Flyer? Are you Garnett's boyfriend?" the girl asked Flyer as bluntly as only an eight year old can.
Meanwhile, Earl was disappointed yet again by his lack of a significant find. One of these days, he'd have to find something eventually. Regardless, the UNAM conscript decided to look around town for any citizens that were alone (and preferably armed). Maybe he could do some recruiting. Though Earl was glad that the party was rid of the two lycans, he still recognized that their absence meant they could use some extra firepower.
edited 13th Oct '14 10:16:14 PM by FantasyLiver
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While Jeff didn't facepalm, Chiquita did in his stead. Baffled at the sheer stupidity of the bystander, she drew her hand to her face in an audible smack, eyes peeking at the woman from between her fingers.
"...Tetuda chingona"*
She mumbled, her sight gazing a bit more than intended on Goldilocks figure, before audibly sighing in annoyance. "It seems like we have a slight misunderstanding, missy. The ones doing good deeds are those chingacruces* of the NCC over there at the church." She shrugged. "I'm a mercenary. When you say work for a good cause is that you've got nothing to offer to hire me. Plus there's good causes of the sort of no money, and causes of the sort no money plus horrible death. I'm not sure if I even want to ask which one is."
The teenager girl then looked right and left, and then looked at the state of her fingernails. "Regardless, I'm giving you a chance. Make me an offer." She added. This was a game of hook and bait. Chiquita knew so well. In fact getting out of town through this third option, without getting paid didn't sound as bad as going on her own or try to endure the charades of NCC priests. But she couldn't let them know. Not just yet.
Meanwhile Rafaella looked to her surroundings, eyeing the child and father duo. "Uh, nice parrot-thing,Sofia" She said, not very versed in the biology of earthly creatures. She pondered on taking the piccolo, but she would have preferred an instrument she could play while singing in unison. Plus there was the pressing matter of getting clothes.
"Don't you have anything bigger?" Rafaella said to the clothes woman. "At this point even men's clothing will do." She said, always conscious that while the demonette and her would not mind walking nude, there was human etiquette to be upheld.
edited 25th Sep '14 1:38:53 AM by AtomicNut
THE SLORG!
The man Roderick approached raised an eyebrow, noting a flaw in Roderick's pitch. "If these throwing knives are so great, then why do you want to trade them for my axes?" the man pointed out, and shook his head. "I'll trade you one for one, but not two for one" he added simply, tapping the handle of one of his throwing axes against the blade of one of the throwing knives.
Meanwhile, the father Red traded with nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah yeah, sure, uhm... Here, I guess we won't need this" the father said, handing over a one pound bag of bird seed that was about half empty. (So it had about half a pound remaining.) "Just give her a spoonful or two of this, and make sure she has fresh water. Thanks again!" he explained, eagerly taking the gun and started ushering his family away; the two young children started to whine, to which their mother tried to comfort them as they left. The dad however, seemed happy... Maybe happier than should've been expected.
That was about when Sophia suddenly asked her question to Flyer, the surprise of it making him nearly trip and fall forward with a slight yelp. "Me and Mindy? Together? You gotta be bloody joking, right" Flyer said, putting on a nonchalant grin and closing his eyes as he held his hands out palm up in a shrug. "Last time we were alone together, she kicked me in the arm; an arm I'd just hurt in a choppa crash no less. I'd sooner date a-"
"EEEEE!"
"-What in the fu-"
"EEEEE! EEEEE!"
"-ell is that?!" Flyer clamped his hands over his ears as Essy screeched loudly at a high pitch, just as the family Red traded with rounded a corner and went out of sight. The little bird continued to screech obnoxiously about once every ten seconds at random; perhaps this was why the dad was so eager to get rid of her.
Just across the street, where the screeching was still audible but not quite as ear piercingly loud, the woman who had been yelling about selling clothes put a hand on her chin in thought at Rafaella's question. "I've got some of my older sister's clothes too; you look about the right size for them. Got about four shirts but only one pair of pants; how about 120 and they're yours" the woman offered. (2 points.)
Earl's search for lone, armed people to possibly recruit was not going well; he found people who were armed and alone all right, but each one he asked made it clear they had no intentions of going anywhere but North. Earl was starting to wander towards the church by random chance though...
Back over near the firetruck, Goldilocks bit on her lip for a moment as she regarded Chiquita with a raised eyebrow. "I didn't say there'd be no payment; I asked if a good cause made any difference. I can't give you a lot up front, true, but I can guarantee there will be a lot of money after the job is done" Goldilocks said, and started to fish out her money to count it.
"If you're still alive at the end" Jeff muttered, folding his arms and glancing away.
Goldilocks paused in her counting, and turned halfway to face Jeff. "I'm sorry, did you have something you wanted to say?" Goldilocks asked him through grit teeth, in that rhetorical tone that basically meant 'shut your trap or else.'
Jeff turned his head to face Goldilocks and scowled. "It's not fair to hire people without them knowing what they're getting into, so yes" Jeff said, punctuating his emphasis by stepping his foot onto Goldilocks' foot, getting a slight yelp from her as he pushed past her to face Chiquita. "You know what a deceiver is right? Because we're trying to stop one and save the world" he told the Mexican girl, as behind him Goldilocks hopped on one foot and let out some quiet expletives.
"Not at all; you were rather punctual in fact" the priest said, his tone more neutral than pleased though. The zealots gathered back around, still somewhat keeping a lookout just in case of trouble, but more so paying attention to Harry now. "I am Father Don. Our original orders were to pursue any signs of cults and root them out, but it seems a more important situation has arisen. Have you heard the talk of a deceiver emerging somewhere to the South and heading East?" Father Don asked, though didn't wait for an answer.
"The source of information seems to have come from a member of the vampire hunters; Unanimous is being hesitant to take action as usual, even though one of their scout planes confirmed a town not far South-West of here was completely overrun. And of course the postal service isn't acting much better; panicking like chickens with their heads lopped off and trying to sort their mess of an operation to figure out what is going on." Father Don spoke critically of U.N.A.M. and GPS, though that was typical of devout NCC members; U.N.A.M. and GPS were willing to openly work with so called 'friendly' monsters, a practice which the NCC found absolutely detestable.
"Without direct communication with command, I've decided that our best course of action under these circumstances is to confirm the situation for ourselves, and get a clear report back to the Vatican as soon as possible. We will start with the town South West, to see if it is truly overrun" Father Don continued; his tone could be taken as dignified or pompous, possibly depending on what one thought of his electing to change his own orders without word from higher ups. "Will you be joining us in this endeavor?" he asked Harry, clearly expecting the paladin to say yes.
edited 25th Sep '14 2:48:11 AM by FirockFinion
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Sandwich Summoner
Rafaella grimaced. It wasn't a good deal, but rarely anything was. She needed those clothes. "Could you throw some underwear too?" She added, eyeing her purse to pay up and be done with it.
And then the screeches came. She winced. Probably she wasn't the only one with the raw deal. Her supply of ingredients was running low. And where in the nine heavens would she find more? She eyed the scenery trying to see if people had a stock of those, but it was highly unlikely. Maybe the church could have some, but it was crowded by the NCC. A touchy subject. And there was the report she owed to her superior.
Chiquita looked at the couple warily. She couldn't resist chortling when the guy slammed a foot in the cow with a fake smile that could only be worthy of a seedy car salesman.
"Oh, so that was it." Chiquita. "A deceiver. Nothing a freaking entire army cannot fix." She added, in a deadpan sarcastic reply. "And you want me to join such a suicide mission for the sunshine, the glory and the smiles of little children. And some cash."
She stood up, her face meeting Jeff's. "I'll be honest. That seems a work for those NCC guys of the church." She eyed him,as if sizing him up, a glare and a scowl forming in her face, as if appraising the guy.
"That is the lamest, most suicidal, seedy and idiotic idea I've been told so far in my short but intense life." She paused, scratching the top of her hair."You want to save the world from a big scary diablo* by yourselves. And i'm not sure if you can even use a gun without shooting yourselves in the feet."
And then her visage turned in an amused giggle. "Alright, count me in. It's so lame there's a high chance of it being true." She said. "I'd end up dying in a ditch regardless, so might as well do something cool while at it."
She put her arm forward towards Jeff. "Name's Ana, but people call me Chiquita. Tell me more. The whole truth, that is. And forget about the money for now. I'm not sure if I could put with the people here a day more."
edited 25th Sep '14 4:25:41 AM by AtomicNut
Eat my dust!
Recon groggily woke up, yawning.
"Oh what the frick..." he mumbled as he slowly got up and got off.
A man dressed in a very similar uniform walked among the crowd, near the gate. He seemed to make no attempt to hide himself, or the large-bore rifle strapped on his back.
He saw the truck, and one could hear a small chuckle as he walked towards it.
edited 26th Sep '14 11:23:53 AM by gameknight102xx
"SAID CLOUD TO THE CARTOON PONIES AND UNICORNS WITH PICTURES OF FLOWERS ON THEIR ASSES. A DURR HURR HURR." ~Game Spazzer
Rise Above Fate
Roderick shrugged in response, the man had a good point. As he ruminated on whether or not he wanted to keep one of his knives during the exchange, Roderick had what he believed to be a brilliant idea. Sheathing his knives and fishing all four of his Dragon's Breath shells out of his satchel, Roderick said "These here, are Dragon's Breath shells. Pop 'em into any 12 gauge shotgun to turn the damn thing into a miniature flamethrower. I'm willing to part with these seeing as the people I'm hitching a ride with are packing plenty of ways to burn things-" This was a lie on Roderick's part, seeing as he didn't have the greatest idea of what everyone was packing "-and this basically means that I don't need to worry about lighting anyone on fire any time soon. I feel like you on the other hand, might be able to sell these or make use of them yourself if things get ugly. How's two shells per axe sound?"
Harry grimaced as Father Don shared his knowledge of the Deceiver. Harry had heard rumours about a deceiver during his travels, but prayed that they were naught but rumours. If the NCC had good reason to believe that there was even a small chance that the demon was wandering the countryside, he would have no choice but to assist the Priest and his Zealots in scouting the area. "I will join you, yes. I refuse to risk letting a threat like a Deciever go unchecked."
Spidophile
"Hey, what's wrong Birdy?" Sophia cooed to Essy when she started screeching. While his daughter was paying attention to her new pet, Red furiously looked around for the father who had just ripped him off but he was nowhere in sight. Maybe getting Sophia a pet wasn't the greatest of ideas. He hoped that guy ended up shooting his foot off as vengeance for selling him such an annoying bird.
"You might want to take that to Lisa. Maybe she's got a spell to shut that thing up." Red said gruffly to his daughter. She turned and frowned at him.
"Be nice Dad. She's just nervous. Aren't you birdy?" Sophia began cooing at the bird before realizing what her father had just said.
"Wait - a spell? Is that Lisa lady a witch or something?"
"Erm...she's more of...a..." Red stumbled - not wanting to reveal Lisa was a demon just yet but not knowing what kind of a lie to make up. He looked at Flyer - hoping the boy was a bit quicker thinking.
Meanwhile, Earl kept a healthy distance from the NCC forces. Even as a conscript, Earl was still a part of UNAM and harbored a bit of distaste (and a healthy dose of fear) of the Church. Also, his Baptist upbringing in Alabama contributed to his resentment towards Catholics. He decided to keep his distance and look around town for anything unique he could find to purchase on their trip.
edited 25th Sep '14 7:18:55 PM by FantasyLiver
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THE SLORG!
Jeff's serious expression didn't change much until Chiquita got to the end, at which point he raised an eyebrow in a mixture of pleasant surprise and being impressed. "I'm Jeff; this is my ex-girlfriend, Lisa" Jeff introduced them in turn as he accepted the handshake. "As for the truth, well, that was the truth. We know where the deceiver is going and what it's planning to do, but we also have reason to worry that U.N.A.M. and the NCC might not be able to get themselves in position to stop it in time; and that's if they would even believe us" he explained to the Mexican girl. "As for the whole truth..."
Jeff trailed off and glanced briefly to the street where plenty of people were milling about. Goldilocks stopped what she was doing and stared at Jeff with a fairly neutral expression; Jeff didn't look at her. "The long version will have to wait until we're on the road" Jeff finished, looking back to Chiquita. Goldilocks breathed out through her nose and looked off to the side, something getting her attention.
"Recon, you find anything... Good..." Goldilocks trailed off, realizing something was off. "You're not Recon" she stated plainly, noting that the man's posture and height were off, even if his outfit was practically identical.
Meanwhile, the man Roderick was trading with grinned widely at his trade offer. "You've got yer'self a deal there, mister" the man said enthusiastically, holding out two throwing axes for the shells.
Over on the street where there was audible bird screeching, the woman offering the clothes seemed to stare at Rafaella blankly for just a moment. "Oh yeah! Underwear! Forgot about that. Yeah I can throw those in too" the woman said, then turned and went into her house, quickly calling back, "hold on, I'll be right back!" A bit later she came back out, a round laundry basket in hand holding a different bunch of clothes than she had been holding before. There was four t-shirts of different styles, one pair of jeans, five panties, and four bras. (None of which matched each other, but they were all the same size.)
"This is all my sister's stuff I could find; uh, I'm actually going to need this basket, unless you wanna throw in another... 25?" the woman said to Rafaella. (Would make it 3 points instead of 2.) Without actually trying them on, Rafaella couldn't be positive on how they would fit, but they did indeed look about her size.
Meanwhile, Sophia's attempts to calm down Essy were unsuccessful. Flyer's attempt to think on the spot when Red suddenly shifted the attention to him on the other hand, was even worse. "Uh... She's one of those church ladies" Flyer said, with just a tiny bit of nervousness. "You know, one of those NCC priestesses that goes around blasting demons with holy magic, right" he added with a couple finger-gun shooting motions. What Flyer didn't know, was that the NCC hated magic, and would never have such a person in their ranks.
Then there was Earl's attempts to find something unique he could buy. For a bit, nothing really stood out, until finally he spotted some guy with a really wide grin on his face and a big pair of dark goggles on his eyes, standing next to some little wooden pushcart with a bunch of what looked like makeup boxes on it. On the side of the push cart was a little sign that read, 'RITUAL INGREDIENTS AND INSTRUCTIONS'.
"Excellent" Father Don stated, finally getting a slight grin on his face. "Unless you need more time to prepare, I think we should be leaving sooner rather than later. One hour should be more than enough for us to get ourselves ready" he said, referring to himself and the zealot squad.
edited 26th Sep '14 12:18:03 AM by FirockFinion
You are reading this.
Eat my dust!
The man looked at Goldilocks. His uniform was similar to Recon's, but an entirely different shade, being more golden-brown than anything.
"Ah, hello zere miss. Do you know my son?" he asked in a heavy French accent.
Recon walked towards the town slowly, stretching along the way.
edited 26th Sep '14 11:22:58 AM by gameknight102xx
"SAID CLOUD TO THE CARTOON PONIES AND UNICORNS WITH PICTURES OF FLOWERS ON THEIR ASSES. A DURR HURR HURR." ~Game Spazzer
Max shrugged. "Well just keep an eye on Thor, then, and he'll keep an eye on you, okay?"
He stepped away and was quickly distracted by a man selling throwing axes, who he promptly went over to. "How many of these things you got?" he asked. "How much for the lot?"
Orion shrugged and went to the back of the El Camino, grabbing his briefcase and opening the display up.
"Silver jewelry, fitty dollars a pop," he called out as people passed by. "Gen-u-ine silver in every piece. Don't y'all get caught up in the apocalypse without one."
Recon didn't respond, instead trying to see any sort of movement other than Lisa. His senses were on full alert, his heart already beating faster. He gripped his shotgun tighter.
"SAID CLOUD TO THE CARTOON PONIES AND UNICORNS WITH PICTURES OF FLOWERS ON THEIR ASSES. A DURR HURR HURR." ~Game Spazzer