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Mai'lo looked up from his tankard as a second was placed in front of him and he pushed the empty scabbard aside to make room for their guests and additional plateware and mugs.
He briefly considered getting something to eat but decided against it and instead accepted the mug of ale with a nod of thanks and took a deep drink.
"How've you two been holding up?" He asked of Bulwar. "It hasn't even been a day in here yet and we've already seen a death."
He briefly considered getting something to eat but decided against it and instead accepted the mug of ale with a nod of thanks and took a deep drink.
"How've you two been holding up?" He asked of Bulwar. "It hasn't even been a day in here yet and we've already seen a death."
"Where are we going to find people anyways? All anyone wants anymore is to protect themselves. Taking someone they've never met all the way to CA on the snap of the fingers is not something people just do anymore."
Gareth shrugged. "Like helping out strangers was high on a lot of people's lists before the shit hit the fan," he growled. "We find someone willing to help and they can pull their own weight? I say it's worth giving them a talk to at the least. Not a big group, but a couple extra sets of hands and eyes couldn't hurt, ya know?"
Gareth spun, suddenly, ravioli can falling to the table as he reached back and drew one of the two kuhkri he carried from the sheathes sewn into the lining of his vest. The handles stuck out from beneath the garments hem at his waist, putting them within easy reach. His other hand he held up toward felicity, signaling for silence.
A moment later he heard it again, echoing up the fire escape. The clang of metal striking metal. He ran across the apartment and put his back to the wall, window on his right and leaned over just enough to peek out the window.
He couldn't see anything but judging by the noise, someone was climbing the metal steps. The dead don't climb.
"What do you want?" He called. "We don't want any trouble but we will defend ourselves if you're looking to cause any!"
Gareth shrugged. "Like helping out strangers was high on a lot of people's lists before the shit hit the fan," he growled. "We find someone willing to help and they can pull their own weight? I say it's worth giving them a talk to at the least. Not a big group, but a couple extra sets of hands and eyes couldn't hurt, ya know?"
Gareth spun, suddenly, ravioli can falling to the table as he reached back and drew one of the two kuhkri he carried from the sheathes sewn into the lining of his vest. The handles stuck out from beneath the garments hem at his waist, putting them within easy reach. His other hand he held up toward felicity, signaling for silence.
A moment later he heard it again, echoing up the fire escape. The clang of metal striking metal. He ran across the apartment and put his back to the wall, window on his right and leaned over just enough to peek out the window.
He couldn't see anything but judging by the noise, someone was climbing the metal steps. The dead don't climb.
"What do you want?" He called. "We don't want any trouble but we will defend ourselves if you're looking to cause any!"
Kind of disconcerting
Kip and I are getting sloshed at a Tavern. Well, my guy Mai'lo is, Kip is underage. :)
Mai'lo stopped in mid step and blinked as a friend request window suddenly appeared in his fields of vision. "It's that Emperor kid," he muttered. His hand hovered over the button for a moment before he pressed accept.
"Need all the allies we can get." He looked around and checked the party. On the map each member that had accepted the party invitations was pinpointed, showing him their exact locations. Kip appeared to be inside the tavern he was standing outside of and the rest were gathered in small groups soar throughout the town.
He sent a quick party message, letting them all know that he'd and Kip would be at the tavern and they should meet up at their convenience, then he turned and pushed open the door.
At a large table, Kip say, her hands wrapped around a huge mug of something. He came up and say across from her, seeing the empty scabbard to his sword on the table. He nodded once to Kip and then turned his attention to a waitress that walked up to the table. Souther NPC, he noted.
"I don't care what it is," he said. "As long as it comes in a large glass and it has alcohol in it." A few moments later a similar mug was set in front of him, the scent of something similar to beer or ale wafting from it and he handed over a couple coins to cover the cost.
"Getting drunk?" He asked Kip before he lifted the mug and drained half of it in a single go.
"Need all the allies we can get." He looked around and checked the party. On the map each member that had accepted the party invitations was pinpointed, showing him their exact locations. Kip appeared to be inside the tavern he was standing outside of and the rest were gathered in small groups soar throughout the town.
He sent a quick party message, letting them all know that he'd and Kip would be at the tavern and they should meet up at their convenience, then he turned and pushed open the door.
At a large table, Kip say, her hands wrapped around a huge mug of something. He came up and say across from her, seeing the empty scabbard to his sword on the table. He nodded once to Kip and then turned his attention to a waitress that walked up to the table. Souther NPC, he noted.
"I don't care what it is," he said. "As long as it comes in a large glass and it has alcohol in it." A few moments later a similar mug was set in front of him, the scent of something similar to beer or ale wafting from it and he handed over a couple coins to cover the cost.
"Getting drunk?" He asked Kip before he lifted the mug and drained half of it in a single go.
Ok so I missed a few pages of OOC conversation I did my best though. Sorry it was a rough weekend and my brain is fried.
Mai'lo watches as people spread out, staring to make some new contacts, but he couldn't bring himself to do the same. He adjusted the empty scabbard on his back so it sat more comfortably and considered the fact that his decision to honor Matsuta had left him without a weapon.
"Well," he muttered. "Without a weapon I'm comfortable using, yet."
He turned to Visionary and Emperor. "I'm going to go get a new weapon." With a swore of his hands at the air in front of him he opened his menu and quickly sent the two of them party invites. "If either of you find an Inn just send us all a PM. Or I'll contact everyone when I get a room. We can all meet up and discuss things."
That taken care of he turned and headed for the nearest weapons shop. He knew players could run shops in this game, but so early in he doubted anyone other than Sapphira had anything going. The ships would all be run by NPC.
When he finally found one he stepped inside, the door creaking noisily, only to find that the place had already been picked over pretty cleanly. The only weapons or were a couple of short swords and several daggers of varying lengths.
"Do you have anything else?" He asked if the shop keep, who appeared to be an old man.
"Only one other thing, to be honest. Don't display em cause no one seems to want em." He reached under the counter and pulled out a small box which he set on the counter and lifted the lid.
Two minutes later Mai'lo left the shop, his wallet a little lighter and his pockets a little heavier.
"Well," he muttered. "Without a weapon I'm comfortable using, yet."
He turned to Visionary and Emperor. "I'm going to go get a new weapon." With a swore of his hands at the air in front of him he opened his menu and quickly sent the two of them party invites. "If either of you find an Inn just send us all a PM. Or I'll contact everyone when I get a room. We can all meet up and discuss things."
That taken care of he turned and headed for the nearest weapons shop. He knew players could run shops in this game, but so early in he doubted anyone other than Sapphira had anything going. The ships would all be run by NPC.
When he finally found one he stepped inside, the door creaking noisily, only to find that the place had already been picked over pretty cleanly. The only weapons or were a couple of short swords and several daggers of varying lengths.
"Do you have anything else?" He asked if the shop keep, who appeared to be an old man.
"Only one other thing, to be honest. Don't display em cause no one seems to want em." He reached under the counter and pulled out a small box which he set on the counter and lifted the lid.
Two minutes later Mai'lo left the shop, his wallet a little lighter and his pockets a little heavier.
"It's edible shit, so I'll thank you to be a little appreciative and not give me any of your shit about it." He grabbed a can of the table and tossed it her direction. It was Chef Boyardee mini ravioli.
Gareth pulled the top off a can himself and dug a couple of forks out of his bag. He tossed one to felicity and started digging into the cold can.
"Any plan on what you wanna do?" He asked around a mouthful of noodles. "You keep talking about this CDC lab but we haven't been going anywhere. Think the two of us could make it by our lonesomes?"
Gareth pulled the top off a can himself and dug a couple of forks out of his bag. He tossed one to felicity and started digging into the cold can.
"Any plan on what you wanna do?" He asked around a mouthful of noodles. "You keep talking about this CDC lab but we haven't been going anywhere. Think the two of us could make it by our lonesomes?"
Wanna just make up a name? How about Portile or something? They never did give it a name in the show did they?
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