Official RP Thread

[AbstractPagan]

((Presuming Mackie will be joining us. Just for the record guys a secton is about ten feet. A Cool sci-fi sounding unit of measurement ))

"Don't worry Ms. Kitty I'll do the steering. Overriding the speed controls. Interfacing with navigation arrays. One.. more.. code. DAMN! Security's interfacing remotely! Locking out the source. I need about ten seconds, SHIT!"

As grick struggled to get the last override coding in place, as the hovering car began to get pock marks in its driver side rear from the drones ammuntion. And with a loud clung, something magnetic had hit the roof of the car.

An alarm broke out in Grick's head telling him a tracking beacon was placed on the car.

"GOT THE CODE!"

With a Vroom the hovering cars engine went into overdrive and the vehicle sped off.

"I hate these metro cabs...

Before he could finish the sentence, BOOM! A Plasma blast from one of the Juggernauts hit 10 sectons in front of the vehicle. As the smoke rolled up in front of the vehicle it was apparent that they weren't getting too far.

A vehicle warning states that the road track was damaged. "Warning road track may be compromised please exit the vehicle", as the vehicle came to a complete stop about 200 sectons from the original encounter, the hazard lights began to flash.

Grick had to override the emergency coding and the hazard lights in order to continue driving. Most cars in the metro area were on a track system the city had implemented long ago to remove accidents. Cabs and other transportation from the city were all on this track system. Luckily they made the turn and no drones could be seen.

"Damn track system! Chuun I know your injured, can you lend your sword to remove the track bracketing underneath the car. The emergency code wont crack until its off the track system. I will remove the homing beacon and destroy it."

Grick hit the large round button on the door next to him and it rolled away revealing a not so well lit part of the city, they were off the main road and were in the slums of the residential sector. He stood up in the door way turned around and reached over with his left arm and his mechanical probe turned off the beacon. The magnetics unlocked and it popped off, rolling down to the passenger side of the car.

"Sorry I couldn't catch it. Short arms don't go far..."

[Katfayheirti]

Mackie grabbed her weapon ,leaped into the back of the cab, and waited anxiosly as the gnome fought to override the controls. Suddenly the cab jerked forward and Mackie's head hit the side of the door. She grimaced, shook her head, and stared with wide eyes out the window. The sky was alight with fire from the drones and she could only faintly hear the cat and the gnome arguing over all of the noise. The movement of the cab sickened her; she winced and ducked closer to the floor as the enemy shells and bullets nicked the thin metal envelope of the Carrier Cab. Something wet and sticky dripped on her boot. She reached down, whiped it up with a finger and gazed at the substance in the lurid, green light of the enemy tracer shells. It was blood. Mackie looked up to see that the blood was dripping from the swordsman's chair, then suddenly "BOOM" a plasma blast destroyed the tracks in front of the cab. As the vehicle ground to a halt, Mackie timidly peeked out the back window. They had better get the cab moving again fast! The Airbots were rapidly graining on them and their aim was dastically improving with proximity.

[Wolfbane]

Chuún responds to Grick's call for aid, and opens the right window from an electronic device. The wind was hammering against his face as he stretched out from the door. All of the cities transportation vehicles were designed for extremely high speed. Since most of them were connected to tracks that sprung all around the metropolis, they wouldn't have any problem with accidents.

Chuún closes his eyes as he sticks his body on the outside of the moving car. The hovering cab takes a unforseen turn and almost makes him lose his grip. In a split of a second the large straw hat gets lost in the wind. Chuún curses once again in a strange language. He tries to reach down below the cab as a swarm of Security Stingers approach the hovering car. Equipped with deadly projectiles and sharp drills, these stingers were not good news for Chuún who was already struggling just to hang on the vehicle. Chuún knows that the stingers were sent out to disfunction the car, and would soon land on the weak spots and drill holes where it could disturb the electronics and cut wires. He had to act fast.

Just in the last second, he leaps up on the rapidly moving cab's roof, and reaches for both of his swords. The adrenaline pumping through his body makes him forget about the pulsing pain in his torso. The wind is incredibly strong, and he's almost being thrown off the car as he stand with his legs placed in both directions, to give him better foothold. He lets out a battle cry before slicing through the horde of stingers.

((fUpdated version!))

[AbstractPagan]

The stingers began to fall one by one as Chuuns precision was amazing. Grick climbed back into the vehicle and closed his door as bullets pelted the side of the vehicle.

"Chuun get in, I got the over-ride! I'll throw out a PEMP that will shut'em down for a while." He looks over at Aysel, who even in all the craziness is calmly kneeding mackies lap.

"Which way Aysel?" as he rolled the door up and tossed out a small disc-like object. It made a clink sound upon the roadway several sectons behind the vehicle.

With a blue electrical flash all the lights that were behind them went dark as they sped off to safety.

"Whoo, that's one hell of a getaway. Chuun you never cease to amaze me. Those blades of yours will need a shapening again I imagine. Miss, I never caught your name, are you okay?"

((I am having a blast with this guys thanks for the great character team-up. I hope I didn't step on any toes with some of the observations Grick had, i.e. kneeding the lap ))

[kovah]

((heh i dont mind. Just want to let you all know that it will be unlikely that i will get online over the weekend especially saturday with having guests over so i dont mind if you go places without Aysel for a time or simply wait.))

Aysel was feeling rather relaxed in the company of the strange girl, it was almost a long lost feeling to the cat. Despite her outward calm she was often more alert than she let on, she had to be it was how she had survived this long.

She stopped her kneeding for a time and placed her front paws on the dashboard to look out the window.
"Take the 2nd ally on the right after this junction and then stop by the recycle droid." she said "After that there is a small metal panel behind the droid that leads into the safe house." Aysel paused "Be aware though that we may not be the only visitors, i am not the only one that knows about it." she continued before resuming her original position.

((wip dont have my tablet with me so i cant colour it))

[Wolfbane]

Chuún dodged the last stinger droid as he watch them being destroyed by the EMP grenade. He takes a sigh of relief and falls down on his knees on the roof. The cab was picking up the pace, he had to get inside again. With an acrobatic movement he swung himself from the roof and into the front seat(just missing Aysel while doing so).

[AbstractPagan]

Grick had followed the direction Aysel had given him, hoping this place was more welcoming than the streets. He knew that while he was a marked man; marked men needed to eat. The ruckus at the Rathskeller passage kept him from getting the free sandwich with the blue concoction he ordered. It was the most daneckus could give him since business was slow and it was the end of the month.

"Aysel there's the recycler."

The alleyway had been home to many lowlife's in the past and Grick was hoping not to make it a residence either, of course maybe some of his companions had some credits. There was four homeless people all sleeping together because it was getting colder out, all of them watching the solar television they charged up, probably from the rooftop.

As Grick and Chuun step out of the car, a loud clung rips through the alley way, as the recycler is activated. It was a Jarring sound and Grick who was on high attention, pulled out his pistol.

An alarm went off in his head. They were going to perform a scan in this area in two minutes he needed to get underground soon. Or it would certainly be round two with the security force, who was already pissed off about his fourth escape this week.

"We'll ditch the car later, everything under the sun will be looking for it. Where next Aysel?"

[kovah]

Aysel stepped out of the vehicle and made her way to the panel, then turned to the droid and pressed the reset button with her paw. The panel swung open with a loud creak and Aysel made her way into the dark tunnel, the human would probably have to crawl to get inside but once they were it was deceptively spacious. There was a small food outlet and some pods for sleeping, one or two other fugitives watched her arrival without comment before turning back to what they were doing.

She sat herself down on one of the chairs that surrounded a small table near the food outlet and looked around. The place had falled into disrepair somewhat and rust appeared to be crawling up some of the walls like the ivy she had seen in the forest. Vermin lurked in the shadows and the clang of the sky train above rattled the entire structure as it passed, she turned her attention the tunnel waiting for the others to appear. They would be safe her for a time, the walls contained certain materials and possibly even wilderness magics that made the security forces of the government pass right over it. They would have to blow a large hole in the wall to know the building was even there.

[AbstractPagan]

As Grick climbed through the tunnel hurriedly attempting to escape the scan heading this way, his knee hit something in the tunnel.

"Shit that hurt!" Grick had bounced his knee off a drain pipe that Aysel avoided without notice time and time again.

He heard Chuun grunting behind him his wound becoming exascirbated by having to crawl because of the tunnel height. Grick got to the end and stood up. Amazingly, it was quite spacious inside atleast a secton high and two deep. Upon further examination he noticed two other individuals in the area as well, he pulled out his pistol in reaction. His eye focused and realized that they were not significantly armed, so he put his pistol away.

He looked around at the walls and realized that it was made of Ultimum composit 139, which has several compound ores within it that dampen and scramble the scans as well. This metal is used in Juggernaut exoskeletons to prevent remote access by other wireless hackers such as Grick. It rusts pretty fast but other ore compounds can keep that from happening.

"Damn! A safe spot. Where's this place been for the last week. Whoo I can get some sleep."

Grick found a cot in the corner and sat down on it lighting his last cigar with his cetyline torch. With a crackle of sound, the flame torched the end of the cigar and a familiar smell of tobacco filled the room. With a popping sound the torch flame extinguished.

"Ah, some R and R." Grick said laying back on the cot with his right arm behind his head.

"Last one, ah they'll be more if i work on the shop in the retail district."

[Katfayheirti]

As the cat kneeded her lap Mackie almost reached down to scratch her head, but then stopped herself. She still had the blood on her hands and didn't want to accidently smear it all over Aysel's fur.

She craned her neck and looked nervously out the window as the swordsman destroyed the stingers, and she tapped at the window locks in the hopes of getting a window open so she could shoot at the bots, but they wouldn't budge and she eventually gave up. When the cab finally pulled up to the safehouse she was relieved and immediately leaped out of the vehicle, glanced down the street, then squirmed into the hole after the cat.

The chamber she emerged into was amazingly spacious. The lighting was dim, and there were a few other refugees who had also taken shelter in the safehouse, but they payed her no mind and overall the place seemed relatively secure. She sat down near the door with her back to the wall and laid her gun across her lap. Up untill this point she hadn't noticed how absolutely, thoughly exhausted she was. But there was no time to rest yet! This was the first place she had come across in ages with warm food and clean water. She stood up again and padded over to a spigot that stuck out of the wall over a decaying plastic bucket, then loosened the knob and let the water flow out. It sparkled beautifully in the dim light as it drizzled into the bucket and Mackie's dry throat ached with thirst. She clipped a small capsule off off one of her boots, filled it with water, drank, then filled it with water again and fastened it back onto her boot for safekeeping. She rinsed the blood off of her hands, washed her face, then rolled her sleeves up and scrubbed at her arms. As she scrubbed the blood and dirt and filth off of her arms she gazed at the strange sequences of numbers tatooed all up and down them and wondered where they had even come from. There was a lot that she didn't remember and that fact really disturbed her. What was I doing at the edge of the city? What am I running from? Who am I running from? Where did I come from? Unfortunately now was not the time to concern herself with useless questions. She determinedly put them out of her mind, and began to clean and reload her gun.

[[I finally have the picture. It's not pretty, but it'll have to work....
BTW, WolfBane, your lastest pic is kickass!]]

[AbstractPagan]

"So miss, we never caught your name, you some kind of a special ops or somethin'? Interesting tattoos you got there. Nice gun by the way" As she revealed more of her arms Grick was shocked that she had so much of them. Most women in the city were kept out of obligation to get tattoos.

His cyborg eye focused in on the tattoos, since they were taboo for women; and noticed a sequence he recognized at the security drone plant. He got up, puffing on the cigar and walked over to get a closer look.

"I don't suppose you know why you have a security clearance code on your right arm? I used that code to interface with the drones occassionally."

((I thought it a good plot twist for the tattoos, hope you don't mind. This would be an excellent time for Hookswords to join in by the by))

[Hookswords]

He stood high in the cityscape. As high as he could climb without attracting attention. He focused on the tree tops he could see over the city walls. He could feel the blood in his body pulling towards the waving branches. It was hard to focus. The city is so loud, but that is easily muted, Every movement, every thump of the city, echoed through his arms into his body. Every clash of steel, every tracked transit, every clumsy droid echoed into him.

It was so hard to be alone.

The faint tree limbs in the distance called to him. What is out there? He had never seen another of his kind. He didnt know where in the forest they dwelled. He didnt even know what he would do if he got out there. Smile maybe.

The moon looks so big tonight. He always felt funny during the full moon. The past few years have been the strangest. It mocked him. Screamed at him, demanding worship. Often on these nights he would dream of giant black dogs running through the great forest. His elders told him that what he described were called wolves, and they are a totem of his people. His elders are wise but their knowledge of his people was limited. "Focus on the moment" they taught, "The past is gone...do not mourn it"

Something stirred inside him that they could not teach. The Iron Silence was powerful, but not all knowing. When his arms turned to metal he cried, but they rejoiced. The elements picked you. Metal had not picked a soul in ages. They said it was a gift. Ha, another curse is more like it. Most of his elders were stone warriors, many of his brothers were too. Rare was heart of the flame, but rarer was the Metal Warrior. Am I not unique enough? Caged in this heartless city?

He lived up to the name the monks gave him. Saymbolsal- to percieve the sound of suffering.

He was lost in the wave of the trees. So distant, but so close to his heart.

An explosion rang out. A few mega sectons from his perch.

Odd Criminals no doubt. Droids swarmed to that area like wasps to a hive. It was hard to filter out all the activity. Saymbolsal decided he'd take a closer look. It was evident he would get no solace tonight. He jumped and soared his way closer. He had to be picky as to which buildings to land on. The Iron Silence had a reputation to keep, in the right circles anyway. This area was ripe with corruption and gang territories.

Another explosion.

*Sniff sniff* Plasma...this is serious

He continued to make his way closer. Emptied shells rang like confetti through his arms...a serious fire fight. Blades?

"what is going on?" he mouthed a barely audable whisper.

A flash of light. A city block went dark and the echoes of fallen droids resonated through his arms into his chest. An Auto Cab haphazardly made its way down the street below him. He watched the figures pour out of it and into an alley below him. A motley crew.

*Sniff sniff* Blood...and...

His eyes widened. What is that? That is no ordinary cat Its footsteps rang heavy through him. Unlike any animal he had felt. Maybe its from the forest.

A raven perched next to him on an antenna.

"What do you think friend?" He asked of the raven
"CaT iS nOt CaT. cAt Is NoT cAt." Replied the raven.

Ravens are not known for their insight. But still, its thoughts rang true. Purhaps a closer look is in order. If it is from the forest he must meet it. It may know of his people.

They disappeared through a well hidden hatch. As each passed through he felt their essence fade. What manner of magic is this? I must move swiftly He decended to street level and approached the recycle droid, mimicking their movements. The hatch opened and he raised his hood as he climbed into the cramped passage. A few transients lined the small network of tunnels. He heard running water and followed its call. The stink of cigar filled his nose, cutting to blood, then cigar again. One is wounded. A chill sets into his spine as he enters the room filled with those he followed in.

(( it seems we have been using italics to denote thoughts or inner monologue so I followed suit. And introducing the mega-secton. Mega-secton: roughly a few city blocks. i figured like bit to megabit ))

[AbstractPagan]

Grick heard scuffles coming from the tunnel. He went over to the cot grabbed his pistol and aimed it at the dark entrance to the room.

"Well, I count four of us and the two others here previous, who might you be? I'll warn you kindly our night hasn't been to kind to us." he said half puffing, speaking between his teeth and the cigar.

As a cloaked head popped out of the tunnel opening, Grick backed up. He wasn't too big and certainly not a drone or cyborg, but his cyborg eye picked up a mass of metal coming into the room. He wasn't sure what to think, the person moved fluidly, like a biological person, but metal non-the-less.

The dim light revealed bright blue skin on the forearms of the creature and a faint glow from its eyes from inside the cloak.

((So I guess we should come up with and idea about liquid measurements too , we have room for two others to join in or two short-term NPC's))

[Wolfbane]

Chuún gave out a small grunt as he bent down, to fit inside the cramped tunnel. The wound was getting worse, but Chuún didn't think about the pain more than losing his precious hat in the cab incident. At his relief it was much more spacier when he came inside the buildning. He didn't spend much time lurking about, peering for any weak joints, neither did he pay much attention to the pair of outlaws, sitting by the corner, which was unusual for the sharpsensed swordmaster. Instead he found himself ripping off thin lines of cloth from his tunic, and started to wrap it around his head. You hear him mumble something: "I guess this'll do for now..." You begin to wonder why he was wearing a hat in the first place. And what that strange organ placed in the middle of his forehead is for. The one that looks like a third eye. Rumour has it that the Ramáns "third eye" grants the host special insight in its surroundings. Nobody really knows how it works though.

He reaches for one of his pockets, hidden in layers of heavy wool fabrick from his pants. A well knotted package, covered in weatherworn animal skin. He reveals whats inside. A series of straws, knitted together. He stuffs it beneath his newly formed bandana and rests against a nearby concrete pillar that stretches for the roof. And takes a well deserved sigh of relief.

The silence is broken by sounds from the entrance. A shady character stepped inside the room. His arms were covered with cromed metal and his chest were marked with tribal tatoos. Chuún instantly recognized them. It was no doubt about it. But why on earth was he here of all places? He did not belong here, just as him, he was a man from the wilderness.

"You do not need to worry, my gnome friend."

This was the first time Chuún said something in quite a while. He turned to the newcomer, and greets him with nodding his head and folding his hands together.

"What purpose does a Child of the Great Wolf have here, of all places?"



((Chuún's from a very ancient spiritual tribe that lives in the wilderness as well, more of an old japanese stylish culture though))

[AbstractPagan]

((Dude that pic rocks!))

Grick put his pistol down as the person got up.

"Another from the outside realm. Well, you're coming into a lot of criminals; I hope ya know. No offense Chuun, I know that pride thing you have. Thanks for helping me out back there I do appreciate it. 'Live disassembly' *blerhhh*, the punishment gives me chills."

Grick walks over and lends out his strong arm to help the guy off the floor. The shiny arm plating shot out some reflective light in the room, causing one of the others in the corners to wince.

"Sorry about the initial animosity, it's a reactive kinda thing when you're on the 'A' list of the security drone force."

[Hookswords]

Saymbolsal counts four as he enters the door way. Human girl, gnome male, the cat, and another... body mod? No... it is not human These were the four he saw exit the cab. He is sure of it. He knew it could get hostile quick, so he stayed light on his feet. He was in a fair enough position. The girl's gun is not in hand, the cat seems to be at rest, I am out of sword range, and the gnome should...

"Well, I count four of us and the two others here previous, who might you be? I'll warn you kindly our night hasn't been to kind to us." said the gnome as he raised a pistol.

Saymbolsal starred down the barrel of the pistol. A the slightest grin hooked up one side of his mouth.
"It will be difficult to kill me with but a wish short one. Reload and we can further discuss your intentions."
A very quiet giggle comes from the girl.
"You do not need to worry, my gnome friend." Said the strange one. " What purpose does a Child of the Great Wolf have here, of all places?"

Saymbolsal's eyes widened and the air left his lungs. He knows of my people!?! But how? What manner of creature is this? Is he of the forest?

He calmed his mind and demeanor and lifted his hood back to reveal himself. He shook his head a bit as he tucked his cloak behind him. His black mowhawk like mane stood up a bit. Like the ridgeback manes of the giant black wolves of the forest...like those of his dreams. More tattoos could now be seen creeping up his neck and the sides of his head. Chuun might recognize them as the talisman tattoos given to Feneripyne children at a young age. They acted as wards to protect from different dangers. His ears are long and slender. He rolls his cloak off his shoulders and slowly steps forward. He opens his arms out to the sides in an act of peaceful intentions.

"I am but a humble monk. Please allow me to tend your wound. I ask no payment but that of your council. Be assured that I am not your enemy, less -you- choose me as yours."

[Wolfbane]

Chuún bows his head in respect for the generous offer given by the newcomer. Though he's a bit unsure about being treated by those massive metal arms. But he trusts him. He comes from a noble and respected faction.

"Name's Chuún from the Sin-Dhal house. I come from the northern parts of the great forest. But some how ended up in this god forsaken city. But enough about me, what about you?"

It's a rare sight to see the swordmaster speak so openly and free. Supposedly he recognize himself in the stranger, and feels more at home when speaking to him than the others. He is one of his kind. An outlander from the wilderness.

[Katfayheirti]

(( OK. Mega-section. Somehow I'm going to remember all of this Star-Trek-esque inventive technical jargon....I swear.

Also, welcome to the RP Hookswords!))

"So miss, we never caught your name, you some kind of a special ops or somethin'?..."

Mackie pretended to ignore the gnome as he jabbered on about security codes and numerical sequences, but after a minute or so she laid down her gun in frustration, yanked off the dogtags around her neck and waved them in front of the Gnome's face. Mackie!! They say MACKIE! My name must be MACKIE! she yelled in her mind, but she never got a reply from the Gnome, for at that moment into the chamber crawled a strange newcomber. He was wearing a voluminous cloak with a deep cowl that obscured his face, and as he took a step forward Mackie eyed him with suspicion. As he pulled off his cloak Mackie saw that his entire upper torso was covered in strange tatoos, he was well-muscled, and his arms were sheathed in strange metal armour. He looked strangely exotic, as if he had come from the far outlands and only reluctantly adopted the outer trappings of the city.

The swordsman appeared to recognize the newcomer from somewhere and when the Gnome threatened him with a pistol he simply smiled. So...He's not afraid of guns... Even so, Mackie dropped the dogtags on the floor and quickly snapped KVVL back together just in case it might be needed. She was still a little suspicious of the newcomer, even if the swordsman appeared at-ease enough to allow himself to be healed.

[Hookswords]

"Well Chuun of the Sin-Dhal house, there will be little use in getting to know one another if you bleed to death." He says with a dry humor.

He continues to move slowly to suggest he means no ill. The cat still rests. The gnome keeps a steady eye on him. The girl is readying her gun. He glances at the dog tags on the floor.

"You dropped something young miss." He says as he reaches for a spare cot in the corner. He pulls the cot to where Chuun stands and kneels along side it. He looks to Chuun and warmly opens his arms to suggest to him to lay on the cot.

"I am Saymbolsal of the Iron Silence Order. I wish I knew you house friend, but I know little of the outerlands or my people." He found peace in speaking with Chuun. "I am an orphan. The monks took me in and raised me from very young. I've never left this city cage. Come now and lay down. Droid munitions are poison to flesh if untreated. "

As he waits for Chuun to rest on the cot he brings his hands together and proceeds to perform multiple finger and hand postures. His head is as if held up by a thread. His eyes become a more vibrant icey blue. Without breaking his hand posture routine or changing focus he speaks.

"I can talk you through the process as I go if you would like." The ever so slightest, barely noticeable grin hooked up the left side of his mouth. "But it would be more for the others here." he said as he looked at Chuun. "You will feel it all, so it might be redundant."

{The way he speaks may interest your character. He is well pronounced, i.e. he doesn't say "doesn't" he says "does not", etc. He often speaks in verse from his teachings with the Order of Iron Silence. He speaks honestly, and often bluntly. He has a dry delivery of wit and sarcasm at times.}

(( Just to make clear for my history for Saym: The metal arms are from being in the city dwelling monk order. The tattoos are from the forest born race.
Hey WolfBane! If we do surgery, is there anything strange about Chuuns anatomy I should know about for RPing the surgery? You can PM me if you dont want to post it in the thread. Great fun so far!))


Saymbolsal beginning the prayer for surgery. Edit: D'oh, I forgot to add the tattoos. I'll do that later

[AbstractPagan]

"About the short comment "sam", I don't mind the comment ya know. I got tech on my side. I remember hearing stories about that monk order, pretty bizzare stuff. So you gonna lay on hands or somethin'?

As Saymbolsal was preparing his surgery prayer the gnome looks over at him and something seems familiar about the prayer as if he had seen it before.

He looks back at the girl, who hasn't officially spoke her name and reads the dogtag on the floor, "Mackie". The blue colored dogtag was an odd metal. He picks it up off the floor and looks at it closer.

"Hmmm...nice to meet you Mackie. I like the gun cannon. I find it very strange for you to have a security clearance code on your arms." He hands her the dogtag and asks Symbolsal if he needs anything to help him out.

"Hey Sam, ya need anything? I can heat up some metal if ya want sterile." He walked back over to his cot, sat down and glanced over at one of the others, puffing on his cigar as the smoke is being sucked into the ventilation system.



((I think it would be cool if he could just magically reach in and take the bullet out makes for an interesting pic too))

[Hookswords]

"Pardon my poor social graces, short one.." He says as he finishes the prayer sequence. "...but I've yet to be honored with your name. And yes, you can help. Please make sure that food outlet works, Chuun and I will be very hungry after this. Oh, and if you have any infrasonic sensors in your system, I would suggest you turn them off."

He stands and approaches Grick while eying Chuun with expectation.

"Strike your torch please."

The scent of acetylene fills the air once more as Grick strikes the torch. Saymbolsal bathes his hands and forearms in the torch flame like a surgeon scrubbing up before a procedure.

His eyes smiling a bit as he looks at Grick. "Safety first, as they say. That should sterilze my arms to his system. Many thanks friend, now if you could...the Food Outlet, make sure it works. This wont take long."

He turns back to Chuun...

((Kovah made mention of a food outlet in an earlier post. I assume it's a dispenser of some sort. And if you dont know, I'll save you the google trip; infrasonic is sound below the normal range of human hearing.))

[kovah]

((Yeah sorta a startrek replicator type jobby but for food))

Aysel watched the new commer appear and then the following interactions with her new companions, silently taking in what they had to say. She had, had dealings with beings of Saymbolsal's origin. As well as the monks that had taken him in. All in all it was an interesting combination of cultures. The children of the Great Wolf could almost be descibed as feral beings, wild as the wind and just as hard to prediect were as the monks were almost the opposite.

She made her way onto the back of the chair she had chosen in order to get a better view of the 'operation' that was being prepared, her only movement was the slight swish of her tail.

[Wolfbane]

Chuún rests his back on the cot. "Do whatever you have to do.." He closes his eyes with a slight grunt of pain.

[Katfayheirti]

Makie takes the dogtags from Grick, smiles, and drapes them around her neck. I have a name, not just numbers... Unfortunately, her smile fades as she turns her head to watch Saymbolsal. She still doesn't trust him, and stalks closer to the surgery cot to keep a closer eye on him. He'll pay dearly if he hurts the swordsman, or ANY of my newfound friends. Despite her distrust, she's facinated by Saymbolsal's hand gestures and watches with wide eyes. She tries to keep a stern expression on her face, but can't help being a little mezmerized.

[Hookswords]

Saymbolsal slowly paced his hands over Chuun. After a few minutes he speaks.
" The bullet did not hit any major organs or arteries...his anatomy is a bit different than most, but that will not complicate the procedure."

Saymbolsal's body lurches forward and he appears to be screaming, but you hear nothing. a faint vibration can be felt in a radius around him and Chuun. His face is directed at the wound. {If Chuun could not feel the bullet inside him, he can now as it vibrates steadily.} Saymbolsal stands up and and his arms raise above his head quickly. Papers on a pillar in front of him (the one Chuun was leaning on) fly off from the force. His arms settle down slowly over the wound like a falling feather. The metal on his hands looks to turn to a gooey liquid, pouring into the wound. {Chuun feels a cool rush as the metal enters his body. It is uncomfortable, but not painful} Saymbolsal returns to his knees and places his melting hands closer to the wound. His hand metal encompasses the bullet. He stands slowly as the metal of his hands pull out of Chuun and return to a normal appearance. Saymbolsal opens his right fist, palm down, dropping the bloody bullet on the ground.

*DING, ding, ding*

He holds his arms at shoulders width above Chuun. As he brings his hands closer together he lets out another silent scream. The metal on his hands peels back like a banana to the middle of his forearms. The metal dances like serpents in the air. You can now see the flesh of his hands. You hear a crackle of energy before he drops his hands just above the wound. He then slowly presses his naked hands to the wound. A mild sizzle can be heard. Chuun twitches a bit in his fingers and toes. He raises his hands up and the metal rushes back to its home around his hands.

"There...it is done." He seems a bit out of breath. " I have removed the bullet... and stimulated the tissue to heal quicker... Some food...would be nice." He slumps down, a little winded, but otherwise alright.

As if singing a duet his and Chuun's stomach let out a hungry growl.

Saymbolsal begining the procedure

[AbstractPagan]

As Grick watched in extreme curiosity, the blue saymbolsal walked up to him and asked him to strike his torch. Initially he was curious why a torch was needed, but did so since it was as easy as riding a bike. Saym asked his name while he was torching Saym's arms watching the metal begin to glow and Saym was apparently unaffected.

"Grick Gearsley, the dogtag said the girls name's Mackie. Some of my ancestors were from the outlands somewhere's. Never bother to check them out, but I think the city's life has got me thinkin' hard 'bout it", as he placed the half burned cigar back into his mouth.

He watched in amazement as the blue guy pulled the bullet out with a strange magic he had never seen before. With a tiny few dings the bullet hit the floor and rolled over near Mackie, who seemed rather on edge, yet intrigued at the same time.

Grick walked over as Saym winded slumped to the floor.

"Damn kid you weren't lying 'bout the 'lay on hands' thing. Good job. Here's some of that replicated stuff, never sure what they make it out of."

((SOLIENT GREEN IS MADE OF PEOPLE! sry guys I had too Anyway I posted another pic closer to the tunnel escape if ya'll wanna check it out post 28 ))

[Katfayheirti]

Mackie's eyes grew wide as the procedure was performed, and she stepped backwards unintentionally. "DING," the bullet hit the floor and rolled to a stop at her feet. She reached down with her free hand, pinched it between her small fingers and eyed it with a measure of disbelief. 'Funny how death can be dealt in such small parcels...' she mused. 'I wonder why it's still intact. Most of the bullets the drones use are designed to shatter on impact, causing maximum internal damage and releasing neurotoxins. How unusual...." She set the bullet down and stomped on it to no effect. It remained in one piece. "MOST unusual..." she thought as she picked it up again and offered it to the strange swordsman in whom it had so recently been lodged.

((hahaha. Someday I'm going to get a bumper sticker like that if I ever find a place that sells them. I swear. It'll say "Honk if you love Soylent Green" or maybe just the old classic "SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE!!"))

[kovah]

"That was quite a show Saymbolsal" Aysel said watching Mackie with the bullet for several seconds before turning back to watch him take the food from Grick. She hopped down from the chair onto the floor with calculated precision. Picking her way accross the floor avoiding various bits of grime that was synominous with such a transiant safe house.

She looked the blue skinned being up and down, through the posture and stillness he had learned from the monks she could see the wildness that bubbled beneath the surface waiting to be released. Perhaps it was that, which had brought him here. Grick seemed to want to escape the city as well, Chuun and Mackie were a little more hard to read. Mackie the name seemed almost familiar suddenly, something seemed to trigger in her memory Secret agent...? she mentally shook herself. Aysel would ponder on that train of thought later, now was not the time.


(( http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/51350583/ ))

[Wolfbane]

"Thanks Saymbolsal"

Chuún rubs his stomach, still wondering how the prosegure was done. He closed his eyes, but he could feel warm metal penetrating the wound. But strangely enough it didn't hurt at all. "Fair enough", he thought. He knew little about the magic technuiqes from the Order of the Iron Silence monks, which he only had read about, back in his home village deep within the forest. He looked at the metal arms once again. "No doubt about it", this kid has been blessed with the element of metal.

He remembered hearing Saymbolsal ask Aysel for food. He now figured out why. Suddently his stomach was screaming for neutrision. Saymbolsal's stomach was no different.

The new girl, apperently named Mackie came walking towards him with the bullet in her hand. Chuún bows his head as he usually does after he is given something. He can see that Mackie has a strange look on her face. He knew that she had a sharp eye. She had to wonder why the bullet was still intact, while the usual drone bullets would shatter and inflict much more servere damage to the internal organs. Chuún knew it had to be something to do with the magic, casted by Saymbolsal.

[AbstractPagan]

"Well, I'm gonna turn in for some sleep, I can barely stand and a recharge might do my reflexes some good. Would the lady care to have the cot, instead of this stubborn old gnome?

He gentured a gentlemenly bow as his hands eluded to the the cots offering to Mackie. He looked over at her with his head nodding with the almost burned out cigar.

"Im used to cold metal, so the floor don't bother me. Atleast I know Mackie and Chuun will be comfortable. I may be a criminal, but I got common sense."

He stepped over to a vacant wall, took his last puff and slid down the wall to the floor. Some dust stirred up as he took the burning nub of his cigar dropped it on the floor and stomped on it, creating an echo.

"Sorry for the noise, rather not start a fire."
((posted a closer pic in the time line post 50, will clean it up tonight at work, if I have time))