A few Nights later
"So...do you think..."
"Yes, often, you ought to try it sometime."
"Oh fuck you."
"You're not my type."
"Wait you have a type?"
This is a conversation between Crow Blanc, Badger and D. Llama. Who says what we leave up to you. Though it ends with Badger grinning broadly, like a loon one might say. Crow grumbling and ol' Drama Llama face palming and muttering about how his elders are so goofy. Badger chuckles and lifts the small shot glass of something golden amber and sips it, "So everything aside we didn't lose anyone during the Blackout. Everything looks like it's coming back but Yellow can't seem to get an idea of what caused it." Drama hums, looking over medical reports, "Outside of Granny Owl's Life Cradle having to be booted in emergency mode for awhile there was no major casulties. Though one of our G-Net Dwellers over at Heavy Rhino's forge, is still in a coma. As he was deep diving when it happened, and his mind was seperated from his body. We're still trying to coax him back." Blanc rubs at his beak, "We're lucky none of our own was killed."
Badger huffs softly, staring at the table top, "We were very lucky indeed. Others weren't so. I hear a G-Net managed fuel line to the Slums went up in a ball of fire, immolated an entire block." The other wince and nod in understanding.
Badger sighs, "We've survived this, just like we survived the Wars and the creation of the Mega-Cities. We'll survive what comes after too. The Pack is a family." Blanc and Drama both nod and raise their shot glasses before all three drink.
There's a companionable silence before Crow speaks again, "So...hypothetically...who could possibly create something to take out the Geo-Net and cause an energy quake powerful enough to breach the Spire and cause that much damage?" Drama looks at his glass after refilling it, "No one I know. The Medical community has got nothing. Nothing biological or bio-mechanical. Just nothing." Crow nods, "And physical mechanics says it would have to be something huge and overt. So what does that leave?" Badger says it, "Something digital." The other two look at him expectantly, and again Badger speaks, "Don't look at me. Look I dabble. And if I had made something like that, I'd have showed everyone in the Sett, then locked it away in my data vault. Only other people I know are Yellow, and he wouldn't do that. No self respecting Pack active right now would do something like that, something that would damage their relations with clients and customers. Or for that matter harm the Pack...harm their family!" The last sentence is said with heated vehemence and almost rage. And it's soothing sounds and gestures that calm him. Badger sighs, "Sorry, I just can't think of anyone in the Pack that would be crazy enough to compile something like that." He shakes his head, and lifts his shotglass to his lips again, under his mask, "It's an enigma, within a riddle, within a puzzle, within a maze. And it's going to drive someone crazy. And it's not going to be me. Again."
Drama groans, "Do I need to do another mental check on you?"
"Now why would you think I'm crazy?"
"Should I assume you are or aren't?"
"Assume he is and get it over with."
"I thought you were my friend?"
"Who said anything about this being about friendship?"
At the Badger Sett
Badger on Duty
"So...do you think..."
"Yes, often, you ought to try it sometime."
"Oh fuck you."
"You're not my type."
"Wait you have a type?"
This is a conversation between Crow Blanc, Badger and D. Llama. Who says what we leave up to you. Though it ends with Badger grinning broadly, like a loon one might say. Crow grumbling and ol' Drama Llama face palming and muttering about how his elders are so goofy. Badger chuckles and lifts the small shot glass of something golden amber and sips it, "So everything aside we didn't lose anyone during the Blackout. Everything looks like it's coming back but Yellow can't seem to get an idea of what caused it." Drama hums, looking over medical reports, "Outside of Granny Owl's Life Cradle having to be booted in emergency mode for awhile there was no major casulties. Though one of our G-Net Dwellers over at Heavy Rhino's forge, is still in a coma. As he was deep diving when it happened, and his mind was seperated from his body. We're still trying to coax him back." Blanc rubs at his beak, "We're lucky none of our own was killed."
Badger huffs softly, staring at the table top, "We were very lucky indeed. Others weren't so. I hear a G-Net managed fuel line to the Slums went up in a ball of fire, immolated an entire block." The other wince and nod in understanding.
Badger sighs, "We've survived this, just like we survived the Wars and the creation of the Mega-Cities. We'll survive what comes after too. The Pack is a family." Blanc and Drama both nod and raise their shot glasses before all three drink.
There's a companionable silence before Crow speaks again, "So...hypothetically...who could possibly create something to take out the Geo-Net and cause an energy quake powerful enough to breach the Spire and cause that much damage?" Drama looks at his glass after refilling it, "No one I know. The Medical community has got nothing. Nothing biological or bio-mechanical. Just nothing." Crow nods, "And physical mechanics says it would have to be something huge and overt. So what does that leave?" Badger says it, "Something digital." The other two look at him expectantly, and again Badger speaks, "Don't look at me. Look I dabble. And if I had made something like that, I'd have showed everyone in the Sett, then locked it away in my data vault. Only other people I know are Yellow, and he wouldn't do that. No self respecting Pack active right now would do something like that, something that would damage their relations with clients and customers. Or for that matter harm the Pack...harm their family!" The last sentence is said with heated vehemence and almost rage. And it's soothing sounds and gestures that calm him. Badger sighs, "Sorry, I just can't think of anyone in the Pack that would be crazy enough to compile something like that." He shakes his head, and lifts his shotglass to his lips again, under his mask, "It's an enigma, within a riddle, within a puzzle, within a maze. And it's going to drive someone crazy. And it's not going to be me. Again."
Drama groans, "Do I need to do another mental check on you?"
"Now why would you think I'm crazy?"
"Should I assume you are or aren't?"
"Assume he is and get it over with."
"I thought you were my friend?"
"Who said anything about this being about friendship?"