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Post by black379 on Apr 20, 2016 15:38:50 GMT -8
"How'd you know?"
Lorelei teased with a sarcastic smirk, shaking her head.
"No I'm not. What gave you that impression?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 20, 2016 15:42:38 GMT -8
"I did not know they were taking children aboard..." Lenoir scowled disapprovingly at the twirling candy-haired girl, then at the ever-cooling bowl of noodles in front of her. At the rate today had been going, perhaps it was better to find a fork sooner than later.
"Yes, yes-- Pale-Wolf, get us some forks." She snapped her fingers, the flesh ones, to garner his attention. Continuing, she nodded in BeeBee's direction, "And mind the Pinkie, too. She was just here earlier."
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Post by misterhix on Apr 20, 2016 16:02:30 GMT -8
Max:
He smiled.
"You do not seem like a fighter. You are too timid."
Kuja sends him a transmission and he scans the room. Keeping everyone in his sight before turning back to Lorelai.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 20, 2016 16:17:41 GMT -8
Another minor blare of a siren, and the Northern section abruptly starts off in a stacatto of gunfire, before ceasing; following is the western siren, with a mimed chorus climaxing this time in a resounding artillery cannon thrumming through the air before the explosion in the distance sent an echoing silence through the cavern. . .
//Pale-Wolf//
"Yes, miss." He stooped his head and rose, awaiting Lenoir. Pale retrieved his rifle and slung it over his shoulder again; shifting the strap to a comfortable piece of padding before nodding to the bar-counter.
"Lead the way..?" he supposed, before his eyes shifted to the girl ambling about. Others were staring as well, he smiled lightly; jubilancy kept a man alive longer than any rifle...
He offered a half-hearted wave at the bubblegum haired hellion, before pulling it back to his side, his gut felt himself being probed; knew the habits of folk, he cast a reflexive look around and shuddered. He couldn't pick out the singular individual, but Pale's hands tensed up around the handle of his C96 all the same; his brows knotted up as he inched nearer to the counter.
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Post by The Carrying Blade on Apr 20, 2016 16:26:26 GMT -8
It has begun.... Kyle thought as he heard the guns and the voice. He walked in after Bee-Bee and watched her as she pranced about. He would let her have her fun, he doubted he could stop her anyway but he did hope she wouldn't be killed soon by the denizens of both the crawler and the depths. He noted the other people and continued walking passing a very tall man he only cast a glance to before he reached his destination as he sat right besid Cameron. "Noodles please." He asked The man serving everyone.
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Post by rumsztyk on Apr 20, 2016 17:24:57 GMT -8
Donata shuddered when the pink-haired storm entered the place, even moreso when the sound of gunshots were heard. A notification popped out: Bzyczek has found the place. She hurried to the resting place, leaving a half-finished bowl behind.
Inside her room, she was disappointed to see it almost barren. Not even a desk! She closed the door, deactivated Bzyczek, and tossed her bag to the bed. She had a couple spare clothes, electronic junk, 500$ in cash - all her life savings; the rest was burned on her trusty drone and a kevlar vest she gladly took off - it was bugging her all the way to here. Stretching, she pondered her course of action.
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Post by black379 on Apr 20, 2016 17:37:02 GMT -8
"Heh. That's how I get 'em."
The redhead joked again, throwing a play punch at Max's side.
"Nah, I mean... I've never even seen something like what's supp-"
Lorelei paused, allowing the cacophony of of turrets to rattle on and quiet. The abundance of heavy artillery fixed as protection for the crawler seemed to prove her point. She doubted anyone was as willing and able as they pretended to be.
"...Like what's supposed to be here."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 20, 2016 18:19:10 GMT -8
"I will... stay by the table and hold our spots." Lenoir told him, moving to get up but stopping short as she saw him wave to the girl. The staccato of the turrets did little to help the already gritty atmosphere, as well; her heartbeat fluttered, and she scratched the back of her neck with her metal hand as it pulsed on. It occurred to her that she really should have brought a pair of gloves with her...
"And be back quick, too. Before it gets cold." She called, making to ease herself back down onto the chair again.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 20, 2016 18:41:54 GMT -8
//Spitze//
He looked to the man and nodded, grinning widely, distributing a fair bowl of ramen to the man with a curt nod; he eyed the man head to toe before huffing, shaking his head and returning to his noodles on the backburner.
//Pale-Wolf//
The rifleman huffed as he quietly skirted past the woman; he eyed a rather brutal looking hound, the creature was a monster of another kind... Pale found himself eyeing the mutt with contempt before reaching the counter and refocused on Spitze; tapping for some attention, the German turned around instantly: a bowl of ramen in his palm, the grin plain on his face.
"Ramen, ja..?" He chuckled, though Pale shook his head; raising a dismissive hand,
"... Forks..?" he requested, Spitze seemed surprised as the redheaded man's brow furrowed and he mumbled a few passing words.
He turned around and walked back to a rather cluttered counter and began shoving aside bowls, and spatulas, and stirring spoons...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 20, 2016 19:00:32 GMT -8
Lenoir let out a sigh between clenched teeth as she deflated by the table, brushing pesky wayward tufts of hair back behind her ears. All of the commotion was surely not going to be good for her health. A quick read of the surging green in her hand; back to a relaxed rate, but her muscles were still tense. She rubbed her face with both hands to liven up before settling back down, and committing fully to taking in the rest of her surroundings at Spitze's cafe:
And, by the gods, it was filled with people she wouldn't be caught dead associating with... in ordinary circumstances, at least. Though, her ears detected an accent familiar to her, and her eyes spied a quieter redhead as the kinsman's conversation partner-- which was likely the best this hovel had to offer to her.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 20, 2016 19:22:38 GMT -8
//Pale-Wolf//
After some time, Spitze huffed and turned around; brandishing a fork with four prongs, silver and actually clean, and two elongated sticks: chopsticks, presumably. Though, their metal state could have made them anything.
"It is... kind of like fork, mhmm." Spitze nodded affirmatively as Pale took them carefully, looking back to Lenoir before sighing, turning full around,
"Muchobliged" Pale mumbled as he walked back over to Lenoir and set down the fork for the Physician and took his seat...
... "Where do you plan on staying, Doctor Lenoir?
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 20, 2016 19:36:20 GMT -8
"...Oh, yes. Thank you."The fork was a relief to see for Lenoir, and she held it daintily with two fingers as if afraid it would break. She made a hasty glance to the chopsticks, too, almost disappointed; she had hoped to show him how to properly use a fork, but there would always be another time. And she could lead by example.
"I'm unsure." She admitted, flatly, the exertions of the day already had worn her enough to abandon bravado. "I'd heard something about a barracks, but... hrm. It wouldn't be my first choice."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 20, 2016 19:49:41 GMT -8
//Pale-Wolf//
"Hm... Perhaps we should ask." He nodded, he fitted the sticks rather clumsily at first then after a few flexes, seemed to deftly roll and pinch the ramen into a fair ball and brought it to his mouth rather easily.
Inbetween a bite, he paused, slurping up the last of the slopsome food.
"Maybe we should communicate with The Tower, or ask around for a job..?" He shrugged, his eyes again flatly locked on Lenoir's face.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 20, 2016 20:45:48 GMT -8
"Oh, yes, yes. A job..." Lenoir nodded in agreement, twirling the noodles neatly between the tines, her metal hand kept limp; she made sure the maneuver was in full view of the giant. "Could we maybe ask the same person?"
She gave the ramen one last apprehensive look over to ensure what she was eating wouldn't be the end of her. "How long have you been here? What kind of... jobs does this place have to offer?"
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 20, 2016 21:05:34 GMT -8
//Pale-Wolf//
He hummed again, two or three quick dashes from ramen to his mouth with the sticks brought the bowl to relative clean-ness; broth holding some residue. He wiped his lips off with the back of his hand and stared at the bowl. Pale quirked his mouth and shrugged, looking up as his brows were furrowed in thought;
"I have not been here long, no... But... it seems there might be need of... Physicians? Mhmm... Small jobs, for sure. No big expeditions just yet; tunnels here are probably looted already." He huffed, rubbing his jaw and rested his chin on the metal table...
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