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pawnstorm2016-04-14 08:40 pm
convictionary) wrote in pawnstorm2016-04-14 08:40 pm
[open] Probably not too bad.
Who: Gaius and various other people are doing supply runs! Yeah!
When: Ambiguously timed supply shit going on over, let's say, the past four days (so 4/10 to 4/14)!
Where: In the middle of nowhere!
What: There's supply transporting up the yin yang over here!
Rating: None, but it might end up raunchy for all I know! I don't know why I went with the exclamation points but it felt right!
A:
So, what do you think? [Muttered. In case the hero next to him didn't get what Gaius meant a head was inclined towards their employer, Constance, who was fluttering about like a Canadian goose: nasty, vicious, and loud.]
B:
[And that was when Gaius turned to the person next to him and asked:] So, you got any idea where we are?
[A dark wind was starting to howl, with the promise of weather that wasn't quite a storm, but it would still be unpleasant.]
C:
[There had been a dramatic fight between them and bandits which was very heroic and dramatic. It was so fucking badass. I mean, seriously. Everyone did all sorts of cool shit, even the bandits, and this would go on describing that wonder and glory but...look, it would just be intimidating if it did. Just believe in it being heroic.
...]
How much we getting paid, again?
D:
[As a dying on the inside looking Gaius tore into that custard he looked at whatever poor son of a bitch was his dessert partner.] How'd your day go?
[He's kind of dying on the inside right now.]
When: Ambiguously timed supply shit going on over, let's say, the past four days (so 4/10 to 4/14)!
Where: In the middle of nowhere!
What: There's supply transporting up the yin yang over here!
Rating: None, but it might end up raunchy for all I know! I don't know why I went with the exclamation points but it felt right!
A:
So, what do you think? [Muttered. In case the hero next to him didn't get what Gaius meant a head was inclined towards their employer, Constance, who was fluttering about like a Canadian goose: nasty, vicious, and loud.]
B:
[And that was when Gaius turned to the person next to him and asked:] So, you got any idea where we are?
[A dark wind was starting to howl, with the promise of weather that wasn't quite a storm, but it would still be unpleasant.]
C:
[There had been a dramatic fight between them and bandits which was very heroic and dramatic. It was so fucking badass. I mean, seriously. Everyone did all sorts of cool shit, even the bandits, and this would go on describing that wonder and glory but...look, it would just be intimidating if it did. Just believe in it being heroic.
...]
How much we getting paid, again?
D:
[As a dying on the inside looking Gaius tore into that custard he looked at whatever poor son of a bitch was his dessert partner.] How'd your day go?
[He's kind of dying on the inside right now.]
B
Well, we're somewhere between the river and the beach, but none of the landmarks here are matching up. Looks like it might be best to find some shelter instead of giving up; any caves or overhangs will likely have plenty of mushrooms to keep us busy while the storm passes.
[ They're in the heart of the forest still lively with elven magic, after all. The directions are thrown off with the ocean wind blowing in nearly each way so one can't check the moss on the trees, but so far all they have to show for their efforts is a small bag of nuts, a gently-wrapped container of berries, and some crudely fashioned fishing rods some of the local farmers lent them.
They had yet to stumble on any forthcoming fairies. Or any fairies at all, for that matter. Perhaps it's because they were eating most of what they were gathering. ]
Should we head back to the river?
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He was going to die out here. But okay, gameface.]
Sounds good to me. [Snorts.] Maybe we can find a kindly bandit along the way and have the bastard show us the way back to town.
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...Yeah, no. Nothing ahead looked promising. He remembers a little overhang of rock near the river and the farm they'd received the fishing poles from. That was a more logical bet. He heads back the way they came. ]
You'll bring ill luck down on us saying things like that. It's all right, I know where we're going even if the map does not. It happens often when people make their own maps without the help of a professional.
[ He'd seen his fair share of crummy locals' maps even as Noir, yet he'd still found his way around and avoided death by Gaichuu. He's confident; FOLLOW ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE. ]
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And you're a professional?
[...but he'll follow, squishing along in the mud and whatever else the wilderness has to offer. Meanwhile, the wind's starting to pick up and it's very cold and moist. It is going to be very shitty weather.]
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I'm used to reading maps.
[ It's the only way to travel in Amberground, letter bee or no. In fact, it's thanks to the letter bees that maps of safe routes exist. Veer too far off course and you're in Gaichuu territory, and there's no one around for miles.
The wind whips at the heavy scarf he'd managed to obtain but he remains obstinately on course, eyes darting from side to side, constantly aware of his surroundings. He had no Dingo, not really— the white fluff of a carrier was having too much fun bounding around in the tall grass at his side and didn't seem to function well for defense. Far as he's concerned, she just served to look cute. He hasn't messed much with anything else. ]
How long have you been here, Gaius? What is the rest of the world like?
[ May as well make conversation while they try to trek back before the storm— it wouldn't be but maybe twenty minutes back to the river since they weren't scouring the landscape, but who knows how the storms here worked. ]
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Though-...you seen the airship-
[He was about to say 'Noir' but then paused. No. This is awkward. Calling him Noir is awkward. He cursed out Noir the Country and implied that they could do various dirty things more than once when casting a spell. This will need to be fixed.]
...hm.
[...Maps? No...]
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I see. But what you have seen is similar to this place?
[ The airship, yes, of course— he begins to nod, but he senses that Gaius isn't done speaking, so he waits.
...And waits.
..........Did he forget what he wanted to say? Has something appeared? He has a quick look around to ascertain that, no, no danger is towering behind him. ]
Hm?
[ Roda pops out from the grass to take a quick seat at his heels and has a message for him; some general announcement, but the message is for "Gauche". His registered handle. As soon as the message is complete and he dismisses her with a little brush of the fingers, she's off again. ]
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[He will need to think about this. Anyway!]
Airship! Nothin' like that where I came from...at least, not the flying part. Casinos, bars, sure. Drugs, maybe. Too bad our boss wouldn't let us bail on this job and do something more fun, huh?
[He's warming to the subject although he's noticing that the weather's cold and is picking up his steps a little. (Also has the feeling that he's being watched, but given the location and all it could be anything from deer to bandits so he wasn't going to worry too much...yet.)]
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There was something similar in Amberground, but it crashed. No one tried after that. [ Thunderland was supposedly one of the survivors from that crash, as were the gate guardian twins. (Triplets; there's a third. Inside the capital.) ] Mm, there are better things we could be doing. I don't really mind this, though. I've never seen so much life around the land. All these trees, all the lakes and rivers, the birds. It's noisy. [ In a good way.
Most of Amberground was long-dead flatlands and desert, and the mountains were arid. There were very few wooded areas left; buildings were made of stone and cement and clay. Lumber came few and far between.
Noir feels the eyes as well, beginning to increase their pace. ] It's getting colder, isn't it? As if the wind's blowing at our backs straight from the storm.
[ Which is to say, "doesn't it seem like something's behind us?" ]
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[Coincidentally has a hand on the hilt of his sword, which doesn't say much, and he's pulling out a certain candy cane debating taking a lick (such a betrayal) but no, that part could wait.]
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Roda, to me. [ The carrier obeys easily enough, giving him an excuse to turn. ] A cloak would've been a good idea, I'm sure. The weather is taking a turn for the worse.
[ And speaking of turning...!! Noir pivots on a heel, and...
A wild DEER has appeared!
................Nevermind, that is a very angry and large bear eating the haunch end of that cute deer. And it's been watching them. shIT. Noir's eyes widen, but he doesn't turn to flee, plodding along backwards as he slowly draws his gun. ]
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How good are you with that thing?
[Because man, he's having war flashbacks, literally. He's also reaching for the candy cane, fuck him. He knows where this is going, fuck him.]
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...Well, he is still brand new. He needs real bullets. Meanwhile the bear's mostly unphased save for a singed snout and a renewed vendetta. Noir goes through the motions of emptying and reloading the chamber, only this time with a physical bullet. Just one. He had to conserve.
His arm locks, but the bear rears up and its head moves too much as he lumbers at them, roaring. The suck of teeth is the only indication Noir gives that he's not able to shoot, even if he isn't backing down. ]
Hopefully as good as you are with... [ Is that.... is that candy. ] ...is that your weapon?