BigPapaBelial

Dead Presidents

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Dead Presidents

Johnny hums sucking on his weed stick. The fragant scent wafting up into the air above him, he made sure not to give Ashy a snootful though. When she verfied his curiousity he grinned brightly, "Ashy! My girl!" He reaches up stealing a fist bump off her, "You girl are the best. Helping lil' ol' Johnny out." He sniffed and let out a cloud of weed smoke, "I got this then. SecuRanks Blue, Silver and Copper. Yeah man I can have my drones paint the Buffalo Combat Wagon up perfect. More then enough room for anyone who wants to hop along. He tapped out the weed stick on the ratty arm chair arm rest then slots it away for later.

He takes a moment to look around at the rest of the group. Fuck it feel like forever now. The Dead Presidents. Damn what a bunch, Ash, Kurt, Kevin, and Alex too. Damn it'd be a thing to leave this all behind. But they called it, this is the time to get out. No crew no matter how good they are, can stay ahead of the tide. They could likely go on for another couple of years maybe atleast eight more. But they'd all start to slow down. Even him, it's getting harder and harder to pull back out of his drones and cars. Easier and easier to do his day to day errands as one of his drones. There's terms for it. Everything from nasty stuff like, "Jack Sickness" to just plain losing the fight to return to the meat body. He shook his head, one of his little drones reaching up to place a metal leg on his cheek worriedly.

He shook himself out of his reverie, "Fuck me..." He mutters, then looks over to Kurt, "Guys got a point. We gonna leave this last one with a bang right? Do it like that, and no one will forget the Dead Presidents."

Goblins of the Wilds

Koglan let his hammer fall one last time. The billet complete. And the time late. He looked out a window, hearing someone yelling for help. He stepped to the door of his forge, looking about, then hearing it again, body heat high and steam from his work filtering into the air above him he set off steadily to the location of the shout for help. Entering the gate area he spotted the guard and in his arms, isn't that young Griz? The old goblin hurries close, "Here let me help." He growled out, "Take his loot bag, and let us get this young man to his home. Then fetch one of the healers. He's going to need it perhaps." He takes Griz from the guard's arms, and with the ease of a goblin holding a great deal of strength in his shoulders and arms, he lifts Griz, and trying to remember which hut is Griz he carries him that way.

Soon he's shouldering open the door to Griz's hut, or what he assumes is Griz's hut. He doesn't bother to look around to make sure it isn't. He makes a beeline for the nearest bed. And places Griz down in it, "Here then." He looks about and spots the guard, "Put his loot bag down, and find a healer you silly goblin!" He calls. Then turns back to Griz, "What did you go and get up too I wonder." The old Goblin's eyes narrow, "But this...is quite a sojourn. Yes." He stands and waits for the return of the guard and the healer, "You I believe have earned my iron Griz." He looks over at the stone spear that the guard brought with them, going over to grab it, and as a healer and the guard return he nods and sets off, taking the spear with him, "Tell him, when he wakes, to come and visit me." He tells the guard and healer.

It's not long after that, that the sound of Koglan's hammer can be heard from his forge again. A long, thick billet being hammered away at, the head of a spear by the looks of it.

Dead Presidents

A skitter, and the world turns upside down. Quick movement, and a jolting jump. Johnny Buzzkill is glassy eyed and non responsive as Kevin speaks. He doesn't nod, he doesn't even seem to be aware he's being spoken too just then. Until a six legged little bug drone skitters up onto the table, followed by one...two...three no...four more! Johnny is paying attention alright. But not in the way one would expect, the Rigger Driver is everywhere at the moment. His meat body smiling as the little drones skitter about the holo table, taking everything in. One of them skittering right up too Kevin, another up to Fake, both of them synchronized making a cackling sound before skittering over to Johnny and climbing up onto his shoulders, two on either shoulder and one on his chest. He lets out a chuckle, "Don't worry boss, you trust your driver. I'll get us there."

Johnny's eyes seem to roll forward as he resume meat functions, "I'll get you lot to the back end there, and we can get in deep yeah?" His drones let out various versions of cheering and squeals of agreement. He nods, "I have a big Buffalo combat wagon, I can mod it some and have my drones paint it to look like a security truck. SecuRanks maybe? Do we know what kind of security they use? If I can get an idea I can better camo the truck. One of the big corps? Or is it one of those little fuck off security outfits that pop up before being gobbled up by ArmaTech Securities? The more information the better I can do you know?" He sniffed, one of his drones skittering down his chest, reaching into a pocket and then carrying a weed stick up, setting it to his lip, a second drone flicking a match so he can light it, "But don't you worry, everything will be ready." Johnny grins broadly around the end of his weed stick, white smoke snaking up from the lit end.

Critical Shell - A Mecha Roleplay

It's not bad really. I like where Lion is coming from. The Buzzsaws are these hidden "Hey-bitch-check-this-shit-out" kinda stuff.

The 100 meter diameter kinda thing though kinda irks me. It seems excessive? That's my only piccadillo.

Dead Presidents

More along the lines I don't want to be the act that followed the opener this time. I just don't have it in me this time compadre.

Dead Presidents

I have the tendency to post first in an IC when an RP gets started...I'm not going there this time.

So...we wait. Who's going to break the silence here folks?

Critical Shell - A Mecha Roleplay

lol no. Changed it to something more appropriate. We should be good now. Thanks for noticing that Samson, appreciate someone noticing an oversight like that.

Critical Shell - A Mecha Roleplay

@Lionel Samson

You know, I hadn't even thought of that. I put something that felt right for the situation, but yeah you're right. I'll change that. The Brave is not meant to be so small. Not in the least. Not sure where I got the idea for 14.5 feet.

Critical Shell - A Mecha Roleplay

@Senhara

I'm only partially fluent myself in Plains Cree. I can understand every second or third word in a full on Cree Spoken conversation. Enough to get the gist, but not the whole idea.

But on that same note I may intersperse my posts with Cree words, as emphasis on my characters heritage and personality. Mostly because I think it's awesome to have diverse characters.

And because I love my culture haha.