THE SLORG!
When Sophia reached her hand into the cage to feed Essy, the cockatiel proceeded to do the bird equivalent of flipping her shit, screeching like someone calling bloody murder and flapping around her cage wildly.
Thus what everyone else heard over the radio was "Lisa, any chance y-EEEEE! EEEEE!-ell to-EEEEE! EEEEE! EEEEE!!!"
Cringing slightly, Goldilocks turned her radio down then turned her attention back to the stranger. "If you and your son have the same weird fashion sense, then maybe" Goldilocks answered him, and looked just to the side to see Recon exiting the truck. "There he is. Recon! You know this guy?!" she called over to the mercenary.
Orion's hollered offer got the attention of two people in time. One took the offer straight up; the other asked Orion if he'd be down for a trade instead. "I've come into possession of ammunition for a gun I don't have" the guy explained, fishing into his jacket and bringing his hand out with a box of fifty 9mm rounds. "Nothing special about them that I can tell; but still, how about the whole box for one of those?" he added, opening up the box to show that it was full and to let Orion see the ammo. Indeed, they seemed to be normal 9mm rounds, though something was off... These were homemade reloaded rounds, and they didn't look like the best job of such.
During that time, Earl was able to find Counter after a little while of searching. The former caravan guard was looking around for deals himself, but didn't seem to be finding what he was looking for. "Hey Earl" Counter greeted when he spotted Earl. "Don't suppose you've found anyone with moon clips they're willing to part with?" he asked, though it was a bit rhetorical in his tone; he didn't expect the answer to be yes, since it seemed unlikely so far.
"Yeah, didn't think so. You see that guy with the magic stuff though? I thought maybe Lisa and the, uh, new chick might like those" Earl added, pausing himself mid sentence as he realized he didn't want to say 'angel' or 'dominion' right in the middle of a crowded street just like that.
edited 5th Oct '14 11:24:42 PM by FirockFinion
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Eat my dust!
Recon looked over, and the wordlessly jogged forward before simply giving the man a huge, sincere hug.
"Good to have you here Dad," he said.
The man returned the hug, chuckling again.
"A pleasure to reunite with you once more. Tell me, what have you been doing zese past few weeks?" he asked as he slowly released Recon.
"Actually, why don't we have zat conversation somewhere a little more...discreet? Here, I happened to walk by ze perfect location..." With that, the two men began to walk away from the main group, chatting along the way.
edited 28th Sep '14 12:57:02 PM by gameknight102xx
"SAID CLOUD TO THE CARTOON PONIES AND UNICORNS WITH PICTURES OF FLOWERS ON THEIR ASSES. A DURR HURR HURR." ~Game Spazzer
Spidophile
"Gah!" Red said in disgust at Essy, throwing one of his shirts over her cage. He knew that sometimes a covered cage meant a quiet bird.
Meanwhile Earl just brushed off Counter's point about the ritual stand.
"Yeah, maybe. I was thinking - since there ain't a whole lot here, maybe we could make some extra dough by setting up a shell game or pawning some items we don't need. You game?"
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Sandwich Summoner
Market
"Let me check it for a moment." Rafaella added, pulling one of the bras and cupping it against her chest on top of her clothes. She prepared the money in case that did satisfy her, muttering under her breath about "needing to set up a new show".
Vehicles
Chiquita tilted her head visiblely as he saw a new guy coming around, then taking a kid to talk with him. "Invasion of the French dad from Outer Space?" She added, raising a quizzical eyebrow, eyeing both the bimbo and Jeff. "Okay, that was weird. Where can I put my stuff?" She asked.
THE SLORG!
((OOC:Was hoping that Nman and/or Eachiunn would have posted by now, but oh well.))
"... So now there's two of them?" Jeff muttered to himself as he watched Recon and his father leave.
"Since when was Recon French? Even a little French?" Goldilocks asked towards nobody in particular.
"Maybe he was adopted" Jeff guessed, and turned back to Chiquita. "See that Firetruck and the other vehicles around it? Those are ours. We've got a storage compartment in the truck but we're keeping ammo in it; if there's not enough room there we'll figure something out" he told her, motioning towards their little collection of vehicles. He then asked if she needed any help carrying things.
Meanwhile, Essy did quiet down soon as her cage was covered, giving a few more passing screeches before falling silent. Across the street, Rafaella would find based on her quick test that the bra was about the right size, if maybe a little on the loose side.
Elsewhere, Counter shook his head to Earl's idea. "I've got nothing to pawn, and trust me; when just about everyone around is armed, you don't want to try anything where someone can even think you're cheating them. It usually doesn't end well" Counter explained, then glanced off to the side. "Is that lady selling hand grenades? No wait, they're cupcakes" he said to himself, briefly mistaking a display of homemade baked goods as military explosives. Somehow.
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"Fine, you have a sale." Rafaella added as she browsed her money, a frown forming on her face. This is draining my money quickly.. "I suppose you couldn't hand me a bag to carry all of this?" She added, putting 3 money points on the counter.
"Maybe Recon's dad is a werefrench?" Chiquita added, her eyes rolling upwards. She didn't want to deal with this kind of stuff.
Meanwhile Chiquita scratched her head. "Err... I can carry this by myself. I'm expected to." The mexican girl hefted her backpack and AK and went towards the fire truck. "Now this is one cool ride."
Spidophile
Red sighed in relief as the bird stopped shrieking.
"Daddy, we're still gonna keep her, right?" Sophia asked her father with puppy dog eyes. The old boxer sighed.
"Fine. It can stay. Just make sure you feed it and cover its cage at night. And keep Thor away from it." Red said.
Meanwhile, Earl nodded at Counter's advice.
"Well - what do you propose we do then?"
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"I'll give you a hundred bucks for all three," Max told the man.
After selling the first piece, Orion looked at the second man apprehensively. "Man, I seen joints rolled up better than this shit..." he said. "Eh, what the fuck, why not? You got a deal, homeboy. Just do me a favor and let all yo friends know I can hook em up before they gotta skip town. Like I always say, Orion's buyin'."
THE SLORG!
"Not really, sorry; but for that much, you're free to take the basket too" the woman told Rafaella, handing over the whole basket. "You need anything else though? I've still got my clothes, and some umbrellas that are still in one piece. I have a hair dryer I can offer too, but, it can't run on batteries so you have to be somewhere with a working outlet to use it" she added to the dominion.
Elsewhere, Counter rubbed his hand on his chin after Earl's question. "Well, you could ask anyone else in the group if they have stuff to sell; heck, we've got a full blown merchant now so maybe get him to sell them. He might get a better price than any of us would... But he'll probably want a cut of the sale too" Counter said, putting his hands in his pockets. "I'm gonna go find one of our 'special ladies'; see if either of them can confirm the magic salesman is legit" the former caravan guard added, and started to head back to where they parked to find Israfel or Goldilocks.
Back at the group's vehicles, the man who traded with Orion nodded enthusiastically. "Sure, I'll go let them know now. Plenty of people around trying to offload stuff before the evac who haven't found buyers" the guy said, taking the traded piece of jewelry and running off. Now Orion would just have to wait a bit and see if the guy was being genuine or not.
"Yeah; belongs to one of the guys in our group, former firefighter or something. Thinks he knows better than he does though" Jeff said over by the firetruck a tad bitterly.
"Jeff..." Goldilocks muttered a bit angrily.
"What? I'm not going to start a fight with him unless he crosses the line, but that doesn't mean I have to get along with him; and it definitely doesn't mean I can't call things as I see them" Jeff replied, turning to her. "Besides, you know I'm right" he added, folding his arms; he'd heard the way she'd reacted towards Max after the incident earlier.
"That doesn't make it okay to antagonize him. Just shut up and suck it up for now" Goldilocks told him.
Jeff remained silent for a few moments. "... Fine" Jeff finally muttered, turning back to Chiquita. "Here, let's see if that will fit in our storage compartment" he mentioned, tone switching back to how it was before quite quickly. He proceeded to show Chiquita the removable panel that opened into the water tank where their ammo was.
"That should fit in here, though if there's anything delicate in your backpack that you don't want broken, we should probably put it somewhere else; wouldn't want it to get crushed by shifting bags of ammo, yeah?" Jeff suggested after taking a look into the tank, unsure of what all Chiquita had in her backpack.
edited 5th Oct '14 11:25:15 PM by FirockFinion
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Sandwich Summoner
Market
"Some soap would be nice, but I can pass on that for the time being. I'm sure i can borrow it elsewhere." Rafaella said, counting her money and putting the cash on the woman's hand, before sorting her clothes in the basket and proceeding to leave if she couldn't squeeze some soap in the deal.
She began hauling the things towards the firetruck, provided she wasn't interrupted.
Chiquita raised an eyebrow. "Just normal stuff, combs, soap, toothbrush, pads, my spare ammo..." She pondered. "Well maybe you don't want to slam the backpack too hard, there's grenades in there." She paused. "I'll get those out." She added, as additional precaution, producing a couple of grenades and then stuffing them in her jacket's pockets.
"About that guy." Chiquita sighed. "That is a no brainer, Jeff. You don't antagonize him. You just wait till the moment he kicks the bucket and then you take this splendid firetruck..."
It was then when she dropped from the truck, her gaze resting on Goldilocks. "Actually, I think I know the secret. This woman's... it has something off. She's just too perfect." Chiquita's eyes narrowed.
"But I don't have anything against trannies. They're quirky, but not bad."
edited 2nd Oct '14 2:39:50 AM by AtomicNut
Rise Above Fate
Roderick snatched up the pair of axes and shoved them into his belt next to his knives, muttered his thanks to the axe seller and headed back to the vehicles where he'd spend the next little while tossing his axes into the nearest patch of earth to get a feel for their weight.
"Very well" Said Harry "I'll meet you back here in an hour. Take your time and be sure that you've everything you need prepared before we move out." With that, Harry began wandering over to the market to see if he could obtain anything that might be of use to him.
THE SLORG!
The woman trading with Rafaella shook her head. "My sister used to keep little travel bottles of hand sanitizer, but I don't think any got left with her stuff" the woman told her, then headed off, hollering if anyone else was interested in some old clothes. Israfel would find however, a bottle of said sanitizer in the pocket of the pants, along with some change; apparently the woman had never cleaned out the pant's pockets. (Not enough change to matter. The bottle is critical RNG roll.)
As the dominion prepared to head back to the vehicles though, she was greeted with Counter's voice. "Hey there you are! Been looking for you or Lisa" Counter said, jogging up to her. "Found a guy selling stuff you two might be interested in. Figured it'd be best if one of you checked if he was legit" he explained, motioning back towards the way he came.
Back at the vehicles, Goldilocks tensed up for a moment as Chiquita started talking about her, only to be surprised at her final comment. Then, she started laughing, a lot. Jeff, nearly spitting at the comment, frowned. "It's not that funny" Jeff said, glancing at Goldilocks.
"I think it's hilarious" Goldilocks said, starting to compose herself but still giving a few more giggles. After wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, she looked to Jeff. "And what's the matter Jeff? Is the idea that I could never fulfill your fetish that upsetting to you?" she asked him teasingly, getting him to nearly scowl.
"So much for hoping you'd forgotten" Jeff muttered through gritted teeth.
"Why would I forget?" Goldilocks questioned in that same teasing tone, before turning to Chiquita, "You wanna hear what he's into? I could even tell you how to seduce him, well..." she trailed off, gaze going down to the Mexican girl's flat chest, "not that he'd be very much into you if you did, sorry." Her tone was still teasing, as a way to bug Jeff, but also oddly sincere.
"Sure, tell her! Tell everyone while you're at it! Not like my life can get much worse!" Jeff told her sarcastically, turning and walking away. "I need a damn drink and I don't even drink" he thought aloud as he went past the returning Roderick.
Speaking of, with the skill and knowledge he had, Roderick wouldn't be able to find anything particularly wrong with the throwing axes; they weren't very big and seemed to be balanced okay so far as he could tell. Larger axes might've been better, but these seemed like they'd do the job well enough. (The handles from bottom to the head are just over a foot long, and the heads stick out about five inches.) The problem was that Roderick wasn't any kind of expert thrower, so his throws past even twenty feet were getting almost as far off as a foot, and even as close as fifteen feet he couldn't seem to guarantee that the axes would actually land head-first into the target. Well, on the bright side at least they were still perfectly useable as melee weapons regardless.
Back out in the streets, a certain paladin would find his ideas of searching a little too broad to focus. Most of these people were trying to sell spare things from their houses, and unless he had a more specific idea, nothing was really sticking out to him. A couple of the zealots had also gone out to look around at the trades, and one was nearby Harry when they came into view of the man with the push cart selling so called 'ritual ingredients'. The man definitely noticed the two, but his large smile did not falter. The zealot however, scowled, taking no effort to hide his disgust towards the scene. "Dealing in occult practices so brazenly on the streets! If this were one of our towns he'd be in jail within minutes" the zealot said, then spat on the ground to his side. "Maybe we should see if he's really Human and not a demon?" he suggested; it wasn't entirely clear how serious he was about that.
edited 3rd Oct '14 6:57:04 AM by FirockFinion
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"And I'm saying what I'll pay," Max said. "You guys are leaving in a hurry, so would you rather carry a hundred bucks, or six pound of hatchets?"
Orion waited a bit to see if the guy was being genuine or not. He also kept calling out about fitty-dollar silver jewelry to people walking by.
The Blinder
Pyro walked over to the mexican girl, "Excuse me," He growled, "Do you have the materials to make a Molotov?" He asked, he had used both of them on the spiders, and he always liked having at least one for a contingency plan.
Good to be back
Sandwich Summoner
((OOC: Forgive me if it doesn't sound mexican-y enough.))
Israfel sighed, hefting her basket. It had been perhaps too much of a sale. She should've asked for less. Eyeing up and down Counter, she sighed. "Alright, let me put this on the truck, and then we'll talk to the guy."
And we probably want to fetch the bags of ingredients. she added inwardly.
Meanwhile, Chiquita's visage frowned visiblely upon the laughter of the woman. She didn't like where the stuff was going. But what set her off was the implication that since she was flat chested, she couldn't be any worth to man. Clenching her fists, she eyed both of them.
"¿Qué quieres decir, puta chingona? ¿Que si no tengo tetas tan grandes que no puedo dar dos pasitos sin caerme de frente no valgo nada? ¿Es eso? Y no, no quiero saberlo. Hombres... ¡todos son unos huevones!"Trans
She answered, in a furious stream of Spanish profanity, her eyes glaring at both alternatively. Luckily for them, the new voice distracted her enough to redirect her attention at him.
"¿Y tú qué quieres, maricón?"Trans She eyed him visiblely, nostrils twitching as she examined him. She breathed, rolling her eyes."No, I don't have any. Unless you mean my clothes. And I'm not giving those to you." She answered.
edited 5th Oct '14 2:52:44 AM by AtomicNut
THE SLORG!
At the vehicles, whilst the scene with the potential new member played out a bit away, a gentleman of about mid forties approached Orion's car. "Heard there was a merchant making buys and trades here? You seem to be the man" the gentleman guessed, and took a quick look over Orion's wares. "... Can't say I have any interest in your items, but I was hoping to sell this off" he said after his examination, producing some kind of broad knife with a brass knuckle style grip,
◊ "guy who sold it to me said it could punch through a tank hatch; can't vouch for that but I can vouch for it going through zombie skulls like butter. Whaddya' say to eighty for it?" (2 points, barely. Orion would know this kind of item could likely sell for between $100-200)
During that, at the scene with the new arrival, Goldilocks took a couple steps back, raising one hand in an almost surrender-like position. "Woah hey now, take it easy partner. I don't speak Spanish but I don't need a translation book to know you're pissed; Jeff may not like flat chests, but I'm sure we could find a man who does if you need action that badly. Heck I'll even help you if you want" Goldilocks said; it was hard to tell if she had switched her target of teasing to Chiquita or if she was being genuine. (The real answer being both.)
Out in the streets, Counter nodded and offered assistance to the dominion; accepted or not, he'd then accompany her back to the vehicles, and the two of them arrived about as the above paragraphs were ending.
edited 5th Oct '14 11:25:33 PM by FirockFinion
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The Blinder
''Y llamando a clientes nombres insultantes rara vez es una buena manera de conseguir cualquier servicio." Translation Pyro told the girl, "I'm looking for ammo and if you have anything like kerosene to make molotovs."
Good to be back
Spidophile
Red helped Sophia carry Essy back to the cage. On the way there, Sophia piped up.
"Dad, you still haven't told me what's going on with this firetruck and stuff. I'm not a little kid anymore! I should know what's going on if you won't teach me how to kill demons." Red's daughter told him. Red sighed for what must have been the millionth time today.
"First off, you are a little kid. But, you're right. You should know what's going on. That big demon that attacked Crownpoint is trying to get to England and we're going to stop him. It's going to be dangerous but we're going do it." Red said, trying to convince himself as much as Sophia. The eight year old nodded intensely.
"I might teach you to fight later but right now, I want you to stay with Garnett and Emerson (whenever he gets back) if monsters ever try to fight us. If one gets past me, you whack 'em hard, you hear!" Red said, playfully bopping Sophia's head, causing her to giggle. It made the boxer feel good that Sophia could actually laugh again after Lynn's death.
Earl, meanwhile, was asking around to see if there were any good fishing hotspots around the area.
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Eat my dust!
On the outskirts of town, Recon nodded to his dad. Slinging a satchel onto his back, he ran to another, anonymous truck and hopped in.
With that done, the French man wandered back into the crowd, looking for the people Recon said he had traveled with.
edited 5th Oct '14 3:29:26 PM by gameknight102xx
"SAID CLOUD TO THE CARTOON PONIES AND UNICORNS WITH PICTURES OF FLOWERS ON THEIR ASSES. A DURR HURR HURR." ~Game Spazzer
"Sorry, I've got to be tight with my money. Fire truck uses a little more gas than a Prius, you know?" Max said, looking at the throwing axes. "But good luck with selling those axes. I mean, after all, you're bound to find another firefighter in the middle of this town evacuation who wants to buy all three axes."
"Hmmmm, eighty's a bit steep," Orion said to the man. "I can do fitty dollars."
THE SLORG!
Goldilocks glanced at Pyro with a slightly annoyed expression. "She's not a merchant, she's a mercenary who's joining us. I made the same mistake too but at least she had a sign when I did" Goldilocks said, turning back to Chiquita.
Meanwhile, the man speaking to Orion gave a quick and simple response of, "seventy." (1 point, but almost 2.)
All the chatter going on around the vehicles finally got some of Garnet's attention, who had been sitting a few yards away looking out away from the town and idly petting Thor. Now she glanced back over her shoulder, a little curious as to what was going on. Nobody was paying enough attention to notice the French man down the street. (At least, none of the NPCs were.)
((OOC:Treating this part as if in response to post 4725.
)) "Just a few bucks for each. How much you got?" the man asked Max in return. The two of them then spent the next minute working out exactly how much Max would pay for the axes, since the man didn't have a lot of change for big bills and Max didn't want to pay too much for just three axes. After they got it settled, the man gave Max a wave. "Well, that's all I've got to trade; unless you want to make some offers for pocket lint" he said jokingly, then went to pack up his stuff for the evacuation.
Meanwhile out in town, Earl would hear mention of a couple of potential fishing locations about 20-30 minutes from the town by car. One was even right in the direction they were planning on going.
edited 6th Oct '14 12:17:18 AM by FirockFinion
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"Deal," Max said to the man. He picked up his three new axes and put them in his backpack.
"Say... how about I give you thirty bucks (1 money point) for those shotgun rounds you just bought?"
"Deal," Orion said to the man, pulling out three Jacksons and a Hamilton to pay for the knife. "You let your friends know Orion's buyin' now, you hear?"
edited 6th Oct '14 12:27:13 AM by nman
Sandwich Summoner
Chiquita's eyes narrowed, completely ignoring the other hispanic's response. Her stare was fixated on Goldilocks as she cracked her knuckles.
"Using bullets on you would be a waste, bitch." She said between her clenched teeth, taking what it looked like a fighting stance. Her nostrils flared.
And then Israfel's voice came from behind."Hey, Lisa, what did you do to piss the boy's off that badly?"
Boy.Boy. She had been called a boy. Chiquita's bout of anger intensified, finding a new target. Another busty blonde with a certain basket of clothes.
"¿Qué demonios es esto, la caravana de las putas retrasadas?"Trans .
The mexican girl firmly added, before swatting Israfel's basket with a powerful kick, sending clothes everywhere and stomping somewhere to calm down. The dominion just sighed.
"What the hell was that about?" She added, while beginning to pick up her clothes."Oh, by the way, Counter says that he found the trader we were looking for." She added, not wanting to break the masquerade in front of strangers.
edited 6th Oct '14 12:34:33 AM by AtomicNut
Eat my dust!
He spotted Goldilocks and Chiquita, and he recognized the succubus from Recon's description. Seeing the conversation going on, he chose to wait a bit, instead simply watching them from the crowd in a very indiscreet manner.
"SAID CLOUD TO THE CARTOON PONIES AND UNICORNS WITH PICTURES OF FLOWERS ON THEIR ASSES. A DURR HURR HURR." ~Game Spazzer
Red face palmed at Flyer's lame story but it seemed to do the trick. Sophia nodded and went back to trying to play with the bird. Red gave her a little seed to feed Essy on the off chance that the bird would shut up.
"Lisa, any chance you have a spell to silence a bird?" Red radioed.
Earl saw the man selling ritual ingredients and steered clear. He wasn't a fan of magic. However, he did have an idea. He decided to go look for Counter.
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