Hrrm- @Konan375, out of curiosity, how would XIII pronounce his name? Would it be like pronouncing each letter, as in Ex-eye-eye-eye, or pronouncing it like it's an actual word- more like Zeye or Zee... or a more latin pronunciation like Zee-eye? Or is it pronounced as twelve, or maybe trēdecim (which is twelve as pronounced in latin)?
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Sorry it took so long! I'm kind of in the middle of a really hectic week. New responsibilities at work, arranging for a move, and other boring stuff.
"Tssk, Tssk, Tyrael, so pessimistic. I trust you; well, I trust you to do what's best for you, which is a kind of trust..." John turns to Zesiro, raising an eyebrow "Pfft, yeah, sure thing boss. I'd love to run ahead of you and soak up any bullets that come flying your way." the old soldier then sighs, straightens himself and reapplies his winning smile. "Not like I've got anything better to do. C'mon then, Tyrael, let's go get our throats cut."
As John passes Zesiro, he presses his thumb to the scanner on his ID and tosses the silver rectangle to the kid "My identification." John says as a small hologram appears above the card, displaying his full biometric data, date of birth (Wheatreap 29th), planet of birth, Legionnaire citizenship, cybernetic permit, as well as his scavenger, shuttle and concealed carry licenses (and three outstanding parking tickets) scrolling by slowly.
“Oh, and kid, some advice from an old soldier: If you don't trust me, maybe you should knock me out or tie me up.” John says conversationally as he continues towards the castle “Not because I'd particularly like that, mind you. I'm retired, after all, and was really enjoying that hardly anyone knocks me out, ties me up or tries to kill me... However seeing as Tyrael here is, no offense, a suspicious looking bastard, you should probably be keeping your attention on him, 'cause I doubt anything short of actually shooting him will slow him down, and your partner doesn't seem to be too keen on participating... So if he decides to do something drastic then you being distracted by what I might be doing could be fatal.”
John flashes a raised eyebrow and a smile over his shoulder “Though if you do trust me you could always toss me my stunner and have another gun at your side. Your call though!”
As John passes Zesiro, he presses his thumb to the scanner on his ID and tosses the silver rectangle to the kid "My identification." John says as a small hologram appears above the card, displaying his full biometric data, date of birth (Wheatreap 29th), planet of birth, Legionnaire citizenship, cybernetic permit, as well as his scavenger, shuttle and concealed carry licenses (and three outstanding parking tickets) scrolling by slowly.
“Oh, and kid, some advice from an old soldier: If you don't trust me, maybe you should knock me out or tie me up.” John says conversationally as he continues towards the castle “Not because I'd particularly like that, mind you. I'm retired, after all, and was really enjoying that hardly anyone knocks me out, ties me up or tries to kill me... However seeing as Tyrael here is, no offense, a suspicious looking bastard, you should probably be keeping your attention on him, 'cause I doubt anything short of actually shooting him will slow him down, and your partner doesn't seem to be too keen on participating... So if he decides to do something drastic then you being distracted by what I might be doing could be fatal.”
John flashes a raised eyebrow and a smile over his shoulder “Though if you do trust me you could always toss me my stunner and have another gun at your side. Your call though!”
Hrm, been having some trouble writing here. I think I'm going to switch to third person. It's been an interesting experiment, buuuut I think I've made rather a mess of it.
Hrmmm, I was going to actually put a swear or two in this post, but then it occurred to me that I should check how people feel about that. I recall past roleplays where people felt very strongly about that indeed...
A sense of dread starts to pass over me. If the kid's never heard of either Enki OR Tau Ceti e then, well that's not a good sign. I mean, yeah Enki is basically a backwater, but Tau Ceti e is a tourist hub; it's hard to believe anyone that's not on an Ark world wouldn't have heard of it... which would be a problem, seeing as I'd get in a heap of trouble for messing with an Ark world.
Oh, ah, yeah Ark worlds... see, they're like hidden refuges where pockets of humanity are put in secret, with their civilization artificially put at some arbitrary tech level to start and some made up history- they're a kind of fail safe to keep humanity going in case the Legion ever falls. Knowing where they are can get you in enough trouble, but rumor has it that talking to the locals without clearance carries the death penalty...
Best I can do is hope I'm not on an Ark and keep playing along I guess.
"Yeah, sure I've got I.D. Show you mine if you show me yours." I reach a shivering hand into my breast pocket and retrieve a silver square sized to fit comfortably in the palm of a hand. My frozen fingers slip on the millimeter thick computer, dropping it into the snow. As I hastily kneel down to retrieve it the kid says something about some kind of force. "Never heard of it." I say absently, wiping snow and sand off the fingerprint scanner. I look up sharply at his question, seeing him contemplating my stunner. "Careful with that, kid. If you shoot yourself you'll wake up with a hell of a headache."
"Let's call it a stunner and leave it at that. I..." I'm interrupted by a roar vibrating up through my boots, and my military experience kicks in. Now, contrary to what you might think, there's no official training that tells you what to do when an earthquake happens and you're already out from under anything that might fall on you. There is, however, an unofficial school made up of experience, hearsay, and what old soldiers teach young soldiers, and that school DOES say what you should do in case of an earthquake, or really any situation where something you can't really do anything about is happening, and that is to swear profusely. Having been a soldier who'se picked up odds and ends from more languages than I'd care to name, I can keep up a steady stream of profanity for quite a while, but as the roar dies down so does my voice, turning into a kind of angry mumble before finally petering out.
I shakily raise myself from the defensive crouch I found myself in. "Ok, so what the #$%^ was that?"
Oh, ah, yeah Ark worlds... see, they're like hidden refuges where pockets of humanity are put in secret, with their civilization artificially put at some arbitrary tech level to start and some made up history- they're a kind of fail safe to keep humanity going in case the Legion ever falls. Knowing where they are can get you in enough trouble, but rumor has it that talking to the locals without clearance carries the death penalty...
Best I can do is hope I'm not on an Ark and keep playing along I guess.
"Yeah, sure I've got I.D. Show you mine if you show me yours." I reach a shivering hand into my breast pocket and retrieve a silver square sized to fit comfortably in the palm of a hand. My frozen fingers slip on the millimeter thick computer, dropping it into the snow. As I hastily kneel down to retrieve it the kid says something about some kind of force. "Never heard of it." I say absently, wiping snow and sand off the fingerprint scanner. I look up sharply at his question, seeing him contemplating my stunner. "Careful with that, kid. If you shoot yourself you'll wake up with a hell of a headache."
"Let's call it a stunner and leave it at that. I..." I'm interrupted by a roar vibrating up through my boots, and my military experience kicks in. Now, contrary to what you might think, there's no official training that tells you what to do when an earthquake happens and you're already out from under anything that might fall on you. There is, however, an unofficial school made up of experience, hearsay, and what old soldiers teach young soldiers, and that school DOES say what you should do in case of an earthquake, or really any situation where something you can't really do anything about is happening, and that is to swear profusely. Having been a soldier who'se picked up odds and ends from more languages than I'd care to name, I can keep up a steady stream of profanity for quite a while, but as the roar dies down so does my voice, turning into a kind of angry mumble before finally petering out.
I shakily raise myself from the defensive crouch I found myself in. "Ok, so what the #$%^ was that?"
I grin and roll my eyes at the big guy's speech, then shrug at him "Ah, classic Tyrael... Yeah, and I'm his seeing eye dwarf; Johnathan Fitzgerald, formerly of the Legion, originally of Enki, and most recently from a hotel room at line-top around Tau Ceti e..." I pause... behind the pair and to the left, something's caught my eye... a small white cylinder, in the hand of a charred corpse...
Should I try to grab it? If I run- no, I'd be as likely to fall flat on my face as to be shot, and far more likely to be shot than reach it, unless... unless they weren't the kind of people who'd shoot you. I could try it, just walk slow towards the stunner, not make any threatening movements, and then... and then, if it worked, I'd have shot two people who wouldn't shoot a man if he wasn't trying to kill them.
I sigh "Kidnapped, abducted, shanghaied, skyjacked, waylayed, spirited away... take your pick. And you can quit with the suspicious tone, unless you have some reason to suspect freezing to death is all part of my nefarious plan."
"I mean, out of everyone here, you two are the most suspicious, seeing as you clearly planned ahead for your trek to the mountain top covered in corpses in the middle of nowhere on some backwater planet... or where you just passing through?" I manage to unwrap a hand from around my chest long enough to gesture at them, and then to point at the green guy with my stunner, though I'm having to fight with myself the whole damn time to get the next words out.
I talk slow and deliberate, betraying some . "In fact, if that very dead xeno didn't have something of mine clenched in his fist, I'd be convinced that you and your buddies are the culprits... as it is, I'd suggest that he's a pretty good suspect." And there it is. I hate chance- I never take a chance when I can possibly choose a sure thing, even if it meant rigging the dice but... I had to make a gamble here. There wasn't a way out without rolling a die, so... I guess I just have to grit my teeth, bear with my dislike, and hope I'd chosen the right table.
Should I try to grab it? If I run- no, I'd be as likely to fall flat on my face as to be shot, and far more likely to be shot than reach it, unless... unless they weren't the kind of people who'd shoot you. I could try it, just walk slow towards the stunner, not make any threatening movements, and then... and then, if it worked, I'd have shot two people who wouldn't shoot a man if he wasn't trying to kill them.
I sigh "Kidnapped, abducted, shanghaied, skyjacked, waylayed, spirited away... take your pick. And you can quit with the suspicious tone, unless you have some reason to suspect freezing to death is all part of my nefarious plan."
"I mean, out of everyone here, you two are the most suspicious, seeing as you clearly planned ahead for your trek to the mountain top covered in corpses in the middle of nowhere on some backwater planet... or where you just passing through?" I manage to unwrap a hand from around my chest long enough to gesture at them, and then to point at the green guy with my stunner, though I'm having to fight with myself the whole damn time to get the next words out.
I talk slow and deliberate, betraying some . "In fact, if that very dead xeno didn't have something of mine clenched in his fist, I'd be convinced that you and your buddies are the culprits... as it is, I'd suggest that he's a pretty good suspect." And there it is. I hate chance- I never take a chance when I can possibly choose a sure thing, even if it meant rigging the dice but... I had to make a gamble here. There wasn't a way out without rolling a die, so... I guess I just have to grit my teeth, bear with my dislike, and hope I'd chosen the right table.
I do have a post almost done, but I'm kinda waiting to see if anyone else in our little group wanted to do something first... On that note, is Pomme de Terre still with us? I don't think Gemma's done much for a while.
HAHA, the brownie points are mine!
I originally had John shivering throughout his talking, but to be honest it was annoying both to write and to read, so I took it out. You'll all have to just imagine he's shivering without the phonetics.
I originally had John shivering throughout his talking, but to be honest it was annoying both to write and to read, so I took it out. You'll all have to just imagine he's shivering without the phonetics.
Shooting civilians isn't exactly my style, but between the fact that ElecTech palm stunners are guaranteed 100% nonlethal and the nagging thought in the back of my head asking when exactly I would be willing to fire if I wasn't going to shoot someone holding a gun on me, I take a breath and steady my shivering body.
Keep the friendly smile up, don't give them a clue. "D-d-don't y-you m-mean f-f-f-Freeze?"
Judging by their weapons, they shouldn't be familiar with anything as small as my stunner, so they probably think I'm unarmed. I move both my hands up, forearms vertical, hands curled, and with some care begin to aim...
Ok, so, feel for the first button, turn on the optic link, join up with the cybernetic... first... button... damn my hands are cold, can't feel the damn buttons. I try a wireless link, but I pick up... nothing. Or at least not my stunner. Some audio channels, and an image link that, after a moment's hacking (terrible security) just shows me darkness, probably from inside someone's pocket.
I look down at my hand in confusion, look at the stunner and for a moment I'm just a mess of confusion as two images float around in my vision. One image is what I expect- a smooth white cylinder with a tiny silver arc projector protruding out one side, the other... a smooth light grey cylinder that is... well, a rock, to be perfectly blunt. As I stare at it, the images coalesce and only the rock is left.
A fulgurite, I think it's called. Pretty sure rocks like this were thought to protect against lightning strikes by some ancient religion? I dunno. I look at it in disbelief for a moment, then sigh and toss the thing to the side.
I wait for the kid to finish on his radio while my mind whirs.
"Ok, look kid, just chill. You don't have to be all hot-headed here. Put the gun down and take some time to chat, and you'll see we're pretty cool. I..." my mind locks up and I grimace. "Yeeeah, look, can we skip to the part where you take us somewhere warm? I'm kind of running out of material."
"I can't speak for him, but I was taken here against my will, and last I checked being kidnapped's not a crime. We talked a bit, and that's not a crime either, and unless you've got laws outside the Legion Aegis then using corpses as needed in a survival situation is also legal. So, unless you've got some real reason to shoot us, I'd appreciate you putting the gun down."
Keep the friendly smile up, don't give them a clue. "D-d-don't y-you m-mean f-f-f-Freeze?"
Judging by their weapons, they shouldn't be familiar with anything as small as my stunner, so they probably think I'm unarmed. I move both my hands up, forearms vertical, hands curled, and with some care begin to aim...
Ok, so, feel for the first button, turn on the optic link, join up with the cybernetic... first... button... damn my hands are cold, can't feel the damn buttons. I try a wireless link, but I pick up... nothing. Or at least not my stunner. Some audio channels, and an image link that, after a moment's hacking (terrible security) just shows me darkness, probably from inside someone's pocket.
I look down at my hand in confusion, look at the stunner and for a moment I'm just a mess of confusion as two images float around in my vision. One image is what I expect- a smooth white cylinder with a tiny silver arc projector protruding out one side, the other... a smooth light grey cylinder that is... well, a rock, to be perfectly blunt. As I stare at it, the images coalesce and only the rock is left.
A fulgurite, I think it's called. Pretty sure rocks like this were thought to protect against lightning strikes by some ancient religion? I dunno. I look at it in disbelief for a moment, then sigh and toss the thing to the side.
I wait for the kid to finish on his radio while my mind whirs.
"Ok, look kid, just chill. You don't have to be all hot-headed here. Put the gun down and take some time to chat, and you'll see we're pretty cool. I..." my mind locks up and I grimace. "Yeeeah, look, can we skip to the part where you take us somewhere warm? I'm kind of running out of material."
"I can't speak for him, but I was taken here against my will, and last I checked being kidnapped's not a crime. We talked a bit, and that's not a crime either, and unless you've got laws outside the Legion Aegis then using corpses as needed in a survival situation is also legal. So, unless you've got some real reason to shoot us, I'd appreciate you putting the gun down."
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