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I'm fine with you taking on the endeavor. I just don't want to dismiss @Spybuster to early. I'm not sure what "protocol" dictates here.


We'll give him 36 hours, a day and a half.

@Skyrte If you do, I may replace Ember with someone else. She kind of sucks.


Whatever you want mate.
If spy ends up literally gone, ill go and remake this and gm it myself.
Might as well eh?
Unless someone else wants to gm it
you aren't allowed to get sick

10 hours in the pain glove
I'm gonna wait on Spy's post so I can knock out the Warforged's examination and the agreement to the job in one post.
WHOOPS
forgot to include zhevon comming aciza that they borrowed transport from the garage

EDIT: Edited in the comms thing.
ayy
I finally posted. Here's some nice music.
youtube.com/watch?v=WUAq7-YpO0w&ab_cha..
"Kitten?" She asked bemused, aren't wolf children called pups? But she didn't pry, a name is a name. She gave Kitten a thorough scratching with both hands while the Warforged explained that he was in fact a Warforged, mentioning that most of his people had metal. He then gave her the OK for his examination. Ihri grinned like a child in a candy store, patting the back of the Warforged excitedly. The Warforged and Kitten entered first, followed closely by Black. Almost as tall as the green Warforged himself, the large built, black steel armored knight walked to a table and set his strange heavy shield down with a thud, leaning on the table. He pulled a chair out and sat on it tentatively, it seemed to hold up well.

Then Ihri bounced in, sidestepping by the Warforged going towards the table that Black had sat at. Slowing once she saw the larger rock golem, presumably powered by the bright blue crystal planted where its head would be. That was definitely some sort of crystal based magic. The golem was lifting some heavy materials around. The Tavern clearly had some work to do, and work was being done. Once she got to the table, she pulled a second chair out and pulled her satchel off of her, dropping it on the table with its own thud. She took the various heavy books and scrolls out, setting them aside. Black looked at the seemingly endless amount of books and scrolls, then he looked at the green Warforged. He gestured him to sit with his hand, offering the seat that Ihri had pulled out.

Once the Warforged had sat down, Ihri now having a sizable stack of books next to her satchel pulled out a leather bound box, locked with an intricate lock made of metal and emblazoned with various runes. What was most notable about the lock was that it had no keyhole, and what was notable about the box was that it had a single white symbol. "Aha!" She exclaimed, she set it down, pushing the satchel aside. She tapped the lock with her index finger, the runes glowed in a myriad of colors, then it clicked and fell off the box. She opened the box, revealing a surprisingly intimidating variety of knives. Black glanced at the box. Ihri glanced at Black, Kitten and the Warforged. She gave a nervous chuckle and closed the box, "That's not what we're looking for."
The white symbol rearranged its lines and curves in response, and she opened the box again. This time revealing a variety of strange tools, pens, lipsticks, and other items. She grabbed a magnifying glass and held it up, made of steel and emblazoned with bronze hieroglyphics. "Are you ready for the examination?" She halted for a second, as if just remembering something. She turned around towards the bar and then pointed to the bartender, "I need a job! Preferably as a cook!" she declared, a little too loud. Her ears were red from embarrassment, she came for a job but ended up getting carried away by her curiosity. Her large witches' hat and cloak were doing a decent job of covering it up, but one could obviously see mild relief on her face, now that she's said what she came to say.
"Garage clear, I'm returning now. I hope you guys haven't moved from where I last saw you. I don't want any decapitations." Adrianne spoke over the communications. That last bit made Zhevon a little worried, but he took a knee next to Cath anyways. The next few seconds were fairly violent. Like an unnaturally strong gust of wind pulled at him, he heard a torrent of wind against him, then the whiplash of Adrianne's teleport.
Zhevon stayed still for a second, mildly nauseous as pieces of rubble and wall fell onto the concrete floor. Also while Cath was yelling not-so-nice words at Adrianne.

Zhevon exhaled once he gathered himself, "I think the time for stealth and subtly passed when the building started to get hit by artillery," He quietly said. He groaned while getting up on his two feet, "Am I going to get used to that?" He asked his Psyker, he hoped he would. Cath then pointed at a vehicle and said that it was one of the fastest in the whole garage. It was a modified Taurox, it's tracks replaced with all terrain rubber wheels, painted desert tan. Probably an off road vehicle for trips through the wilderness, judging by its twin linked autocannons.



Zhevon went to one end of the makeshift stretcher that Cath was on and picked it up, dragging it to the Taurox. Once he opened up the rear hatch and loaded her in, he saw the controls and paused for a second. Did he know how to drive with controls that complex? Probably not. He climbed into the vehicle, opting to take the turret controls instead, hoping that Adrianne had an idea of how to drive the APC.
He clicked his comms on to Aviza, "Aviza, ping us your location, we've borrowed some armored transport from the garage."
yes
i post now

I just took the ASVAB, which is why I didn't post last night.
Good news everyone, im not stupid
Give me about an hour I'm on my drive into work. And I won't catch enough red lights to post without an accident. :P


Don't worry about it, I post on a 20-28 hour cycle anyways, mostly.
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