I am similarly happy with "Dogs of War". It seems very appropriate!
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Sure, I would be interested and willing to give it a try
Interested and curious to see a little more info.
Hey there,
Just checking in to see that everything and everyone is alright. Haven't heard from @Rydude17 in quite a while. Hope everything went well with the holidays.
Just checking in to see that everything and everyone is alright. Haven't heard from @Rydude17 in quite a while. Hope everything went well with the holidays.
One last look back was spared to S'Hraa from the angelic gunslinger, her hand still trying to force her hat to sit as firmly on her head as she could make it so it wouldn't be removed by the speak of travel.
"If you get into trouble, send up a flare even if it's just an illusion. We'll come back as fast as Endre can manage without killing us!"
Despite the grimness of the thought, she actually flashes the alchemist and the silent Zim a grin before she turns her attention back to holding on for dear life. She'd ridden in vehicles since travelling with others, but the bike? She'd stayed away from that till now. Hell, she used to travel on foot when she wandered on her own!
His advice given is certainly taken and she grips onto the larger figure of the Tiefling as she speaks over the rumbling of the engine. "Just let me know if you're going to do something crazy. I need at least one hand to shoot, but I'll need both not to get thrown off this...thing."
The woman could engage a dozen bandits in a gunfight without blinking, but riding on the back of the motorbike? That was far more nerve-wracking!
"If you get into trouble, send up a flare even if it's just an illusion. We'll come back as fast as Endre can manage without killing us!"
Despite the grimness of the thought, she actually flashes the alchemist and the silent Zim a grin before she turns her attention back to holding on for dear life. She'd ridden in vehicles since travelling with others, but the bike? She'd stayed away from that till now. Hell, she used to travel on foot when she wandered on her own!
His advice given is certainly taken and she grips onto the larger figure of the Tiefling as she speaks over the rumbling of the engine. "Just let me know if you're going to do something crazy. I need at least one hand to shoot, but I'll need both not to get thrown off this...thing."
The woman could engage a dozen bandits in a gunfight without blinking, but riding on the back of the motorbike? That was far more nerve-wracking!
There was a frown to cross Mercy's lips as she rests her hands on her hips, a stance of contemplation as much as any other emotion it might convey. Always easier for her to think these days when she had her weapon close at hand and certainly easier to keep on living these days.
Trust the scout to want to keep moving, but he wasn't entirely wrong. They needed more supplies and water most of all. The comment about them likely having set up at a water source or storage certainly made sense enough to her. Even so...
"The bike is loud," she calls, a point that makes itself rather clear when she has to raise her voice. "It'll draw nearly as much attention as any firefight, but we'll need it to look for this camp." There's a sigh from the fair gunslinger before she turns back, looking towards the tinkering gnome and the conjurer with his secret scales she'd never given any indication of knowing about. "But my guns aren't exactly silent either. We'll go ahead for a bit, see if Endre can track them back a ways. Maybe even find some water."
One hand lifting to the pendant at her neck, those gloved digits gift a gentle squeeze before she continues addressing the others. "Follow along or stay here and see what you can do about fortifying this place enough for us to get back on our feet. If Zim can strip parts down or get us some fuel from a wreck, we may just be able to move on with a little more range."
To the Serpent in disguise? She gestures to where their travel bags rest tucked in the corner. "If anyone's going to be able to make sure the water from here or there is safe to drink or any other supplies we have aren't contaminated? It's probably you."
Whatever the others decide, Mercy knew enough to know that there were three things she was good at in this world more than anything. This wasn't the time for music and dance, they'd healed all the wounds that could be treated. That just left the violence that would almost certainly be waiting in the direction of the bandit camp if they could find it.
Hand on her hat to ensure it remained in place, she reached up to try and haul herself onto the back of the bike if there was room. She sure as hell wasn't going to be able to keep up on foot!
Trust the scout to want to keep moving, but he wasn't entirely wrong. They needed more supplies and water most of all. The comment about them likely having set up at a water source or storage certainly made sense enough to her. Even so...
"The bike is loud," she calls, a point that makes itself rather clear when she has to raise her voice. "It'll draw nearly as much attention as any firefight, but we'll need it to look for this camp." There's a sigh from the fair gunslinger before she turns back, looking towards the tinkering gnome and the conjurer with his secret scales she'd never given any indication of knowing about. "But my guns aren't exactly silent either. We'll go ahead for a bit, see if Endre can track them back a ways. Maybe even find some water."
One hand lifting to the pendant at her neck, those gloved digits gift a gentle squeeze before she continues addressing the others. "Follow along or stay here and see what you can do about fortifying this place enough for us to get back on our feet. If Zim can strip parts down or get us some fuel from a wreck, we may just be able to move on with a little more range."
To the Serpent in disguise? She gestures to where their travel bags rest tucked in the corner. "If anyone's going to be able to make sure the water from here or there is safe to drink or any other supplies we have aren't contaminated? It's probably you."
Whatever the others decide, Mercy knew enough to know that there were three things she was good at in this world more than anything. This wasn't the time for music and dance, they'd healed all the wounds that could be treated. That just left the violence that would almost certainly be waiting in the direction of the bandit camp if they could find it.
Hand on her hat to ensure it remained in place, she reached up to try and haul herself onto the back of the bike if there was room. She sure as hell wasn't going to be able to keep up on foot!
One thing I wasn't sure about, forgive me if this is a bit of a newbie question. We're intended to post one after the other in a rotation correct? Rather than simply posting until the next GM post?
The scent of gun-smoke still seemed to cling to the skin of Mercy LaCroix as she rested nearby. Dust still clung to her coat, hat and skin where it could and she'd peeled off her gloves to wipe away the dirt and grime that coated the revolver in her hand. To anothers eyes, it might almost seem a senseless vanity to be attending to cleaning a weapon that was functioning perfectly almost to a 'showroom' finish before one had even taken care of themselves, but it was more than that; reflection. Prayer.
She'd come to the group recently, her wandering travels having aligned with the larger caravan as it had been. They were good people, people she'd wished to help and protect using the abilities she'd been blessed with.
Now so many of them were dead.
In the fight, she'd been a blazing ballet of lead and gun-smoke cutting down raiders and avoiding bullets, but it hadn't been enough. She couldn't put all the raiders down, she couldn't protect everyone she wished and as she'd been grimly reminded of later there was only so much healing she could provide. Even an Aasmir blessed as she was couldn't lay hands on the wounded over and over again.
Drained as she was from the efforts of healing, she'd been sitting there in that 'prayer' nonspeaking for almost half an hour before she finally holsters the weapon and seems to come back to reality.
"We're hurting," she speaks evenly, reaching to retrieve her gloves. "Those that hit us and took what we have would know it. We should check to see if there are any trails that show some broke away. It might well lead us to where any backup they have is holed up, or maybe even water if they've been haunting and hunting around here for a while." A pause, she pulls the leather taught over her right hand and then reaches to glove the left. "At the very least, we'll know if they're more likely to come back while we're still licking our wounds."
Of course, Mercy wasn't a tracker, but it was a suggestion the others could use. Not quite the plan Zim was asking for, but it was a start! S'Hraa's return with his small prize earns a frown, but she nods none the less. Anything that wasn't cutting into what they had was one step further from starvation. She still had water in her canteen, but they'd need more soon enough.
With an exhaled breath, she finally reaches for her hat where it had rested on the rubble beside her, placing it atop one knee while she worked to re-secure the ties that kept her hair pinned out of the way. "Moving is a good idea when we can, but in the mean time we should make sure we're as safe as we can get and look to see if we can find supplies of any kind. Scraps are still something."
She'd come to the group recently, her wandering travels having aligned with the larger caravan as it had been. They were good people, people she'd wished to help and protect using the abilities she'd been blessed with.
Now so many of them were dead.
In the fight, she'd been a blazing ballet of lead and gun-smoke cutting down raiders and avoiding bullets, but it hadn't been enough. She couldn't put all the raiders down, she couldn't protect everyone she wished and as she'd been grimly reminded of later there was only so much healing she could provide. Even an Aasmir blessed as she was couldn't lay hands on the wounded over and over again.
Drained as she was from the efforts of healing, she'd been sitting there in that 'prayer' nonspeaking for almost half an hour before she finally holsters the weapon and seems to come back to reality.
"We're hurting," she speaks evenly, reaching to retrieve her gloves. "Those that hit us and took what we have would know it. We should check to see if there are any trails that show some broke away. It might well lead us to where any backup they have is holed up, or maybe even water if they've been haunting and hunting around here for a while." A pause, she pulls the leather taught over her right hand and then reaches to glove the left. "At the very least, we'll know if they're more likely to come back while we're still licking our wounds."
Of course, Mercy wasn't a tracker, but it was a suggestion the others could use. Not quite the plan Zim was asking for, but it was a start! S'Hraa's return with his small prize earns a frown, but she nods none the less. Anything that wasn't cutting into what they had was one step further from starvation. She still had water in her canteen, but they'd need more soon enough.
With an exhaled breath, she finally reaches for her hat where it had rested on the rubble beside her, placing it atop one knee while she worked to re-secure the ties that kept her hair pinned out of the way. "Moving is a good idea when we can, but in the mean time we should make sure we're as safe as we can get and look to see if we can find supplies of any kind. Scraps are still something."
Obviously, I'm likewise excited for this to begin. As @seriousarmour says, others can always be added along the road!
Whatever we encounter, I'm sure it will be plenty fun! Really keen for this RP concept!
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