"Just asking!" Oswald said, putting his arms off defensively when the knight made an angry tirade over a single question.
And then a new thought. "Actual there's a beat up van that we left a little ways up the mountain!" the rabbit suggested. "It is in pretty good shape! All it needs is some snow tires and it'll ready to go!"
A beat. "What's a Dwemer?" the rabbit asked.
edited 6th Jan '12 2:01:29 PM by UdtheImp
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HOTTING HELPY!!
Geomancer
Recette frowned when they weren't allowed to trade off their items. Griff was getting the impression that unlike him, these two didn't realize the gravity of the situation, of living in Extremus, much like King Dedede. * Tear sighed before speaking up. "He does have a point..."
Recette stammered as the guard looked over to them after being told that they were the ones that offered to trade for the scrap metal. "W-we're sorry!" She apologized. "It won't happen again." Tear said. She couldn't help but agree that trading scrap metal for food was quite a stretch. True the metal could be used to make things, but they lacked the resources to do that. Besides, the guard handled the metalworks.
Griff couldn't help but try to defend the two. Sure he agreed with the guard, but the two didn't know any better, not yet anyways. What he said could possibly get them in trouble, but he hoped that wouldn't happen. "Please don't be too hard on them. She's just a little girl, and they haven't been here long." He said.
You got some dirt on you. Here's some more!
Never Trust
Nick frowned. he had beenn so preoccupied with his own wellbeing that he hadn't considered that the town he was in might be in desperate straights as well. That wasn't like him and he wondered if he had been in a shock as deep, if quite different, from the sobbing man.
Trump delenda est
THE SLORG!
Jim listened to the man explain their situation more, and Jim nodded in understanding. Jim couldn't tell if the guy was trying to be offensive or not, so he decided to play it safe. Oswald's mention of their old van did sound like a good idea to Jim, although he said it was 'in pretty good shape'.
"I wouldn't exactly call it 'pretty good shape', but it still works just fine" Jim corrected to again play it safe. The thing was made out of two halves from different vehicles, missing more than half of the windows, and had various battle scars just from their use of it alone.*
"We abandoned it because it got stuck in the snow and we were in a hurry at the time. We don't really need it anymore, so if we go get it un-stuck, would you trade for it?" Jim asked, figuring they'd probably do that tomorrow morning.
You are reading this.
"47, assassin", 47 replied from above his meal, having misunderstood Dick's introduction as Dick, gumshoe.
edited 6th Jan '12 5:16:54 PM by Korodzik
Stealth Bomber
"What if we do some work for you?" said Cyrax, thinking that perhaps the group should do something to benefit the shop in return for getting food and supplies.
Yeah, I'm thinking along the lines of the challenge we did in AGOG: Infinities here.
J-E-T-S JETS JETS JETS!
Spellcaster
"Lina, still hungry," the sorceress followed up 47's introduction grumpily. She didn't deign to look at Dick, mentally blaming him for eating food that she could have had. She looked down at her empty bowl, instead, and that gave her an idea. She looked back up and around at the assembled group members. "We should ask the locals where they get their food from. Maybe they actually know places we could fish at, or hunt, or... something." At the very least, she knew how to fish, and if there was anything they could hunt out there, well... she wouldn't mind taking a crack at it.
"I'd also really like to shift to sleeping in beds on a regular basis, so if we leave tomorrow we can ask where the next nearest town is... that is, if there is one." She shrugged. "In all likelihood. town-hopping and hunting for food could keep us busy for a week, and then we'll come back here and see if the Bloodhounds managed to hold to their promise."
You guys are free to have a fight anywhere you want to, but interfering with an innocent girl’s meal is unforgivable.
And so Mike and his companion, Max Facepuncher went off to find allies. Until Mike realised it probably would be better to get supplies first.
Entering a store called Recettear. And right away it seemed like there was a commotion with a well tanned man with Pointy Ears, a fairy with a noticable midriff, an innocent looking girl, a man with an eyepatch, a bunny that looks similar to mickey mouse and a blond-haired armoured guard. Most people would react to the sight of the people surrounding them...but after events 10 year ago, Mike got used to abnormal stuff...instead something else came on his mind.
"Um...did I enter at a bad time?"
Some people say I'm lazy. It's hard to disagree.
"Raspberyl Rouxfleur, but 'Beryl' is fine. Nice to meet you, Mister Gumshoe." the demon girl answered, managing a cheery smile as the scruffy detective introduced himself as well. Despite being in what was perhaps not the most joyous of moods, there was no reason to let that show through to someone totally uninvolved in her group's personal turmoil. Fortunately, Gumshoe seemed far too engrossed in his meager meal to notice any residual unhappiness the demon girl may have been failing to fully hide.
"...Anyway," Raspberyl continued, glancing over in response to Lina's suggestion that they inquire about the existence of other nearby towns. "I think we should sleep on it before we come to any decisions. I know we can't stay here, but if we keep heading toward the Conduit, we'll definitely end up running into the Bloodhounds again. I think we need to think about what that means before we decide anything." Indeed, the Bloodhound commander had outright told them that their forces had occupied the area surrounding the Conduit, though there was also his other warning - Whatever their client was planning on doing with the Trope-tans, they had been told that being nearby while it was taking place would be a bad idea. Raspberyl certainly was by no means a person who enjoyed losing, especially when it involved her actually giving up, but she had already been forced to swallow her pride once that day. Her wing was a testament to that, which was currently in an odd state of supremely-uncomfortable stiffness, but was otherwise doing more-or-less alright.
If there wasn't a 'winning' move available to them, why not bow out gracefully and save all the players?
She wouldn't be saving all of them, however. Two of them...no, tens of thousands of them were either in danger of dying or had already been killed. Alternately, they were simply being incarcerated, but Raspberyl had a hard time believing that someone as seemingly-reasonable as the Bloodhounds commander would declare an entire species to be criminals. Regardless of what Sixes and Goggles had done or the reasons they had done them, she could not imagine that that many of the Trope-tans deserved any sort of punishment.
"...We don't even know what they're doing." Raspberyl finally spoke up again, quite obviously referring to the Bloodhounds once more. "All we know is that they don't want anyone to go near that thing, and that they're willing to use force to keep us away. We need to decide whether or not we even want to fight them. We might..."
Raspberyl stopped herself, not really feeling up to finishing that sentence, particularly considering her current company. Not Gumshoe, of course. He was busy enjoying his meal to an extent which made him look rather like a child unwrapping a present.
"We might be the bad guys here..."
Raspberyl's stomach churned guiltily, though she made absolutely certain she hadn't said any of that aloud. One of their number had already found herself on what had turned out to be the 'wrong' side of a Multiversal conflict once before, and even mentioning the possibility that it may have happened again seemed supremely insensitive at their current juncture. May had been quiet the whole time they had been traveling away from their negotiation site - The kind of quiet which made it clear the other person had a thousand things on their mind, yet had no idea how best to vocalize any of them. The kind of quiet that came with the unsettling and thoroughly-depressing prospect that you may have just made a terrible mistake.
It was the same kind of quiet Raspberyl had been, after all.
"...We might be able to stay at King Dedede's castle for the week if we have to." Raspberyl finished quickly, changing her words at the last moment. "Like I said, I think we should get some rest, then talk about it again in the morning. I don't think any of us are at our best right now."
"The mountain? You mean that mountain?" the Nord asked Jim, pointing toward the massive twin-climated peak in the distance. "That is at least a ten-hour trip by one of our wagons, assuming we do not stop along the way. Your vehicles would obviously be faster, but there is the matter of fuel, is there not? Would you be able to spare enough to travel there and back? Would the vehicle you would be bartering with be able to spare enough?" he inquired, ignoring Cyrax's question for the time being. Any work they did during their single night staying in the town would hardly benefit them enough to warrant handing over even more of their vital supplies. The Nord truly began to wonder whether or not a single one of them besides the apparent leader understood why they were being told "no".
"If you are able to retrieve your vehicle, I believe my lord would be pleased to do business with you. He informed a few of us that additional transportation was something we needed, so as long as it is still able to function, I believe we can work out a deal we will both be satisfied with." he concluded.
Recette's frantic whimpering drew the guard's attention for a moment, and as Griff requested he go easy on the girl, the Nord let out a quiet sigh. While the argument could have been made that her being but a child did not change the fact that she had nearly put the entire town in danger, he suspected the blame lay more with the one who had decided to put a child in charge of handling some of their most valuable goods. His lord would know who had done it, so that would obviously be the best place for him to start.
"...Just ask one of us before trading away something like that next time, alright?" the Nord answered gruffly, though he did sound just a smidgen less irritated than he had previously.
"I must consult with my lord, then get back to my shift on the walls. If you are looking for dinner and a place to rest your head for the night, both inns are currently being used as regular housing. If you do decide to retrieve your vehicle, then good luck to you."
With a small, curt nod, the Nord took his leave of the group, heading toward the small keep near the center of town.
edited 7th Jan '12 10:42:45 AM by DoctorThunder
Never Trust
Since the rabbit creature had asked the question Nick had wanted to he went over to the man, still having what looked like a nervous breakdown and in his best, top-sergeant voice, honed over three wars and numerous shouting matches as head of SHIELD asked, "So, are you planning on living or dying? Because that's your choice, plain and simple! If it's "live" ther are people who can help you, if you'll snap out of this funk. If not, to hell with ya!!"
edited 7th Jan '12 11:34:27 AM by tricksterson
Trump delenda est
Molly nodded at the young girl as she introduced herself. As she began to look back up at Rogue, she took a quick glance at a building in the distance, just beyond where a normal person would be able to see detail. She could see it perfectly, which was worrying. My senses are working, so this isn't cyberspace. Or it's a construct from someone who knows too much. Either way...
She returned her attention to Rogue as she assessed the town. "We don't want to be around when this place falls apart. I won't be staying long."
Vampire Hunter
"It's a long story, but let's say there are people who have enough technology to level even the most advanced cities in Extremus... This land," Rogue said bluntly to them. "And they don't want the two groups who had entered this town getting close to that pillar of light in the distance."
"They say they'll be done by the week's end, and pointed us to stay here," Rogue explained to them. "We'll probably just stay the night and leave in the morning."
edited 7th Jan '12 3:25:35 PM by GameGuruGG
Wizard Needs Food Badly
THE SLORG!
"We'll see if we can work something out" Jim said to the guard as he left. Then Jim thought for a moment, and turned to those in his group. "Alright, I don't know about you boys, but I'm heading to that inn to get something to eat" he told them, then walked out of the little store himself.
Getting back to the inn didn't take long, and once there Jim quickly got some of the food the innkeeper had ready for them. It included barbequed potatoes,* and some bread loafs.
The layout of the inn was simple; there was the main room, with a door that led to the innkeeper's room and beyond that the kitchen. Then there was a hallway, with doors on either side all going to the various rooms. Jim planted himself next to the entry to the hall, knowing that as usual he couldn't take a bed. He figured that put him on guard duty, since anyone going past him to the hall would likely wake him up. He hoped, at least.
You are reading this.
After hearing Rogue's response, Sanya was somewhat worried. Technology wasn't something he was used to dealing with. He was used to fighting monsters, demons, and other supernatural beings. *
More importantly, if whoever she was talking about actually did have the power to destroy cities, and was willing to use it... Well, they'd have to be stopped.
"Who are these people?" He asked.
edited 7th Jan '12 5:46:51 PM by ninjadude853
Molly made a mental note to figure out more about this "Bloodhounds" organization, but the more pressing decision was what to do next. She could clearly see that these travelers were armed, which was a good thing. And now, the fact that they were planning to leave tomorrow, against their 'orders', showed that they were smart. That was just as important. Molly wasn't a fan of working with limited information, but at least she could take an early advantage.
"Tomorrow, then," replied Molly. "Don't leave without me."
Oswald followed Jim into the inn and sat down to eat some of the potatoes. "Mmmm......" he said. "Didn't know barbequing potatoes could taste so good! Could use some sauce though."
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HOTTING HELPY!!
Near the back of the bar, a humanoid figure- larger and more stockily built than your average Extremus citizen stoood idly, partaking of a hot meal. He looked as if he had stepped out of an icecap- not only was the helmet, body armor, and the cybernetic augmentations that made up the majority of his body decked out in varying shades of white and blue, but the spikes that adorned his forearms and the enormous twin-bladed greatsword that he hefted onto his shoulder appeared to be wreathed in clear blue frost. He cast an eye over the group as they entered the bar and made a motion to get up as the scruffy detective accosted them, but otherwise stimply stood where he was, clutching the haft of his sword tightly.
Seeing that the conversation appeared to be winding down, and not feeling particularly up for any further discussion, Raspberyl politely excused herself, dropping her emptied bowl off in the kitchen before heading off to the room she and a few of the others would be sharing. Despite the fact that the sun had only just slipped behind the horizon, the demon girl slipped off her shoes and slipped under the covers of her cot with a quiet sigh. Were she to be honest with herself, she wasn't even particularly tired; quite the contrary, in fact. Raspberyl lay still and silent under the covers for Magog knew how long, wishing her turbulent thoughts would be quiet long enough for her to slip into unconsciousness, only for all her nagging questions and concerns to continue their taunting dance around her head. Bedtime was, after all, the best time for 'free' thinking, which unfortunately meant that every thought somehow forced itself to relate to three-dozen others.
After quite some time, during which others would be able to see the little demon staring dazedly at a thin chip in the plank walls, Raspberyl finally did manage to fall asleep.
The next morning came all too quickly, as insomnia had managed to wake Raspberyl several times throughout the night. By the time she had finally given up on getting any more rest, the sky looked as though the sun might be considering paying them a visit within the next hour or so, so the demon girl resigned herself to lying on her side and thinking for a while.
A few minutes of that proved thoroughly unpleasant, however, as all she could accomplish was reminding herself of how tired she was, while running headlong into the same problem that had prevented her from sleeping in the first place - She didn't want to think right then. With another soft sigh, Raspberyl pushed the blanket to the foot end of the cot, swung her short legs over the side, and began rummaging through her book bag as quietly as possible. She quickly found her half-finished wood figurine, and promptly decided to continue her work while she waited for the others to be roused.
Anyone who happened to wake up, whether right then or a short while later, would be able to see Raspberyl carefully carving the vaguely-feline shape out of the small block of wood held in her left hand, the only sounds being the tiny scraping sounds as blade met wood, as well as the occasional soft puff of air from Raspberyl's mouth as she blew a few errant wood shavings out of the way.
Green food
"Hmmmmmmmm. Okay-alright let me guess." said a british sounding voice eminating from the window as Raspberyl's carving began took take a bit of shape.
"It's got...sort of a...semi-cylindrical shape on the top, errrrrrr...you seem to be carving some bumps into the bottom and-don't tell me, don't tell me! Ummmmm" the voice made the sound of smacking lips.
"Is it a~ Toaster?"
edited 8th Jan '12 11:26:06 PM by SonofMelonHead
"And then the dead man of the dead did dead things to all the dead people."-Two Best Friends Play Dark Souls
Agatha stirred in her cot, her eyes opening blearily. The spark let out a small groan as she pushed herself up on her elbows, a little part of her instinctively checking for descending sticks and enthusiastic green-haired teachers.
Finding none, she groaned again and dropped her head back to the pillow. It was actually quite late by Zeetha's standards, but then she still wasn't entirely certain that woman actually slept. Still, weeks of morning drills had set her body clock to match, and she doubted she'd get back to sleep now.
The young mechanic swung her legs out of bed and sat up, noticing that she wasn't the first one up.
"Ah, good morning, Beryl." The younger girl was sitting on her cot, whittling a small piece of wood. Agatha frowned ruefully. Beryl had still been awake when she'd gone to bed, and it looked like she hadn't slept very well after that either.
Agatha's train of thought was interrupted by a voice from the inn window. She looked up and around, trying to find the owner of the accent and feeling around the bed-end with one hand for her big wrench...
EXCELLENT. TRULY, EXCELLENT.
Call me out if I'm in the wrong. Please.
While everyone in the settlement either slept peacefully or grudgingly awoke to the morning skyline, Ezio was pacing. Specifically, he was pacing in front of one of the inns, his hands clasped behind his back. It was a methodical pace, not as frantic as you would normally see in the movies. He moved at a slow walk from one end of the street to the other, staring down at the ground. His mind was racing at the moment. The lack of human contact for hours on end had caused his mind to turn back to the matter at hand: the fact that he was stuck in another world.
Even though Ezio had indeed seen weirder, his rational mind kept trying to invade his accepting mind, screaming at him that this just cannot happen. People don't just get transported to another land, out of the blue and with no explanation other than maybe a wizard did it. Ezio shrugged the voice off, deeming it annoying. He continued to pace, sometimes reaching up to scratch his beard. He could tell it had grown already, and Ezio sighed, wishing he had a place to shave.
At this thought, he halted mid-pace, and turned his head to look at the inn across the street from him. He narrowed his eyes, thought for a minute, then shook his head. There is no reason not to, the assassin thought. He drew his cloak closer around him, and walked across the street, pushing the door to the inn open as he did so. He stopped just inside, taking the guise of what would appear to be a cold, ailing man looking for a hot meal and a place to stay.
I love being an assassin, Ezio thought childishly, his mind reverting to his teen self for a second before turning back into his more mature one. Focus. Keep up the disguise. He nodded mentally, hunching over slightly, correcting his disguise, as there was no one around. Ezio also began to shiver, just for good measure.
edited 9th Jan '12 5:06:14 AM by Chilifro
Be kind.
Sandy had gone to bed early that day.
She woke up early, just as the sun began to peak through the window, and wearily climbed out of the cot. Stretching, she emerged from the room - maybe she could find some food in this inn.
Never Trust
Nick had spent the night alternating between catnapping and getting a download from his fellow interdimensional castaways on what they knew. He had fallen more or less asleep at one of the tables but the reflexes of decades woke him up when an old man walked in. He nodded at him.
edited 9th Jan '12 9:53:02 AM by tricksterson
Trump delenda est
True Fictionary
Katsuya awoke with confusion for the lack of an alarm going off. It may have been that he didn't need one, but punctuality was important to Katsuya. It was then, however, that the police detective remembered that he wasn't in Sumaru City, so going to work wasn't a possibility. Still, he was awake now and wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon. He sat up, moving his feet to the floor and rubbing his eyes a bit. He reached for his glasses, but before he put them on, he looked at them for a moment. He had been looking at them similarly the night before, thinking about what the others had said. The conflict with these "Bloodhounds" aside, it was obvious that this was a foreign place to all of them. For a time, Katsuya wanted to say that this was the "Other Side" that Sudou had been talking about all along, but that was shot down quickly. He had also thought about Tatsuya, Ms. Amano, and the others, but mainly Tatsuya and what might be happening while he wasn't there. Being a topic he didn't want to dwell on again, Katsuya pushed the thoughts from his mind, shaking his head and sliding his glasses on.
Then, in the near-silence of the room, he heard a light scraping sound from the other side of the room. Looking around, he saw the pink-haired young woman, Beryl, carving what appeared to be a block of wood. He suddenly wanted to get a closer look, but looking down at himself, he was decidedly less than presentable. He quickly dressed, sans tie and coat as he heard a voice, noting with a quick look that it was Agatha, another of the group. "Good morning, ladies." He said politely, his voice low* as he looked to both of them individually. When he heard the voice outside, however, he cast a wary look towards the window moved for his weapon, though not bringing it to show just yet.
This is the night when the moon's gonna hide, but the shadows are clear around you.
The grungy detective's face immediately brightened up upon the various offers for food. "Oh really?" he cried out. "Thanks, pals!" The man took a seat for himself at the table, graciously accepting the vegetable soup from Minako and the sweetrolls. As he took a huge bite out of the roll, bits of tears began to swell up in his eyes as he enjoyed the savory taste. Granted, it wasn't exactly gourmet cooking, but compared to his usual diet of instant ramen, anything else was a desirable change of pace.
Sooner than later, he had managed to scarf down his offerings, barely stopping to take a breath as he dumped the entire meal into his mouth. "Ahhhh, that hit the spot!" he proclaimed with satisfaction as he leaned back in his chair. "You guys have no idea how much that meant to me." He looked up at the ceiling for a moment as he reflected on his thirty second dinner. The man then looked about at the table, smiling at the generous group. "So, what's your guys' names?" he asked curiously. "I'm Dick, by the way. Dick Gumshoe."
“'Encapsulate the spirit of melancholy.' Easy. Boom, a sad desk. Boom, sad wall. It’s art. Anything is anything.” - Ron Swanson