WolfmanX9
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3 hours ago, Rakawan said:
The servos lock and the arm flips over onto the table.
“Well done.” The scorpion says. “You’re the first one to beat me.”
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The Bombard staggers to the counter.
”One Meridian Moonshine.” He says.
”You’ve had enough.” The Barkeep says.
"You weren't bad yourself. You nearly got me at the beginning with that strong arm of yours" he complimented the scorpion.
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Krunk walked over to the drunk bombard to see how drunk he was.
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9 hours ago, Rakawan said:
Inch by inch you begin to push her arm over. The Nox sits up, clearly interested in the outcome.
The Scorpion’s arm begins to spark and you hear the motors inside the prosthetic limb begin to strain.
"Wow, she's really trying to beat me. Maybe I should let her win while she still got a functional arm...Nah" he thought as he kept on pushing inch by inch.
9 hours ago, Rakawan said:“Thanks.” She says. “I’ll try that.”
She looks at her pad.
”Well it was nice meeting you.” She says. “But I have to run. General Darrin has another raid planned.”
"It's been nice meeting you too" he said and waved goodbye to her.
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1 hour ago, Rakawan said:
You slowly begin to push her arm back. As you do you can see smoke rise from the limb.
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“Indeed.” She says. “Red and Black is so... dreary. But then again so is blue and white.”
She takes another sip.
”The question is, what should I paint?” She asks.
Thraks didn’t think that the smoke was anything too special, so he continued his best to push her arm back despite what his gut feeling told him.
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“Um...things that you find..exiting or maybe...stuff that you like?” He suggest out in the blue.
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1 hour ago, Rakawan said:
The moment the credits hit the table the Scorpion nearly wrenches your arm out of its socket. It feels like you are trying to wrestle against one of the Gustrag Three. You arm begins to drift towards the table.
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“An art gallery.” She says. “That sounds like a lovely idea.”
She takes another drink.
”I should get started on that.” She says. “This place could use some recreational culture.”
Thraks got taken by surprise as he didn't think that the scorpions arm was this kind of strong, however; he would not go down that easily. With all of his strength that weren't sapped by her strong arm, he tried to push back her arm despite it certainly not being a good idea.
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"I suppose this place looks kinda dull when you mention it, although I don't think that wasn't the reason this place was built for.." he mention to her as he felt happy to had helped a fellow grineer, although the mask hid his expression.
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1 hour ago, Rakawan said:
The scorpion grabs your hand with a grip strong enough to crush rocks.
”Credits on the table.” She says. “Then we start.”
With his other hand, he placed grabbed the right amount of credits and put it on the table.
"I'm ready when you are"
48 minutes ago, Rakawan said:“Maybe.” She says. “Don’t know where I’d hang the pieces though.”
"Maybe you could find an empty room where you could hang up the pictures and maybe create some kind of art gallery? I could be your first visitor"
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6 hours ago, Rakawan said:
The Scorpion is still at her seat, simply looking around for a challenger. As our approach she slaps down a pile of credits.
”Twenty K for one round.” She says. “Winner takes all.”
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“Not many pretty rocks on Uranus.” She says. “Never been one for collecting things I couldn’t sell.”
Thraks sits down at the same table and put up his arm toward her.
"Bring it on"
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"Oh....maybe you could..um.." he paused himself as he tried to think of things that could work as a hobby.
"How about painting? I have heard that is pretty...relaxing" he suggested.
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8 hours ago, Rakawan said:
“It’ll get busy as the fighting around Ceres clears up.” He says. “This is actuall pretty sparse. Usually it’s twice as many.”
The Scorpion appears to be challenging others. No one seems to be taking it. The Nox seems to consider it, then looks at the vent and stays in place.
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The Gunner laughs.
”Don’t know yet.” She says. “This is the first time I’ve had some time off.”
"I see.." he shortly said as he saw the scorpion walk around the bar, looking for a worthy challenger.
"Hold my drink, looks like someone seeks a challenger" he said, putting down his glass of drink on the bar and walked toward the scorpion.
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"Maybe you should get a hobby? Before I got here, I used to collect different kind of coloured rocks. Some of them were even gems that people haven't seen in years or was it more then that?" he asked himself, not sure how many years it was.
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5 hours ago, Rakawan said:
Koznu,
I’ve noticed that Hai’Luk seems to place a particular value on Murkray. Are they really tasty? Easy to prepare? Or is there another reason that these fish are so prized?
Believe it or not Surah, I have heard that a Murkray liver have a lot of uses. It can be used as canteen as it's pretty durable, they also taste pretty good if prepared well with spices and herbs. Since it is a hunter fish as well, it may have remains of another fish within it's liver, kinda like nature's own treasure. I have also heard that they are pretty rare to find, which makes it pretty valuable too.
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1 hour ago, Rakawan said:
The scorpion has won the arm wrestling match and is looking for other challengers. The rest are still going about their activities, with the exception of the Napalm who is collapsed over the table.
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The Gunner scratches behind Silvers ears.
Brutus pushes his way through the crowd, barking at the barkeep.
"Alright." The barkeep says, sliding Krunk his glass of water. "Hold your horses, drahk."
He pulls out a bottle of wine and puts it in a bag.
"Give Kilan my regards." He says.
Brutus barks, taking the bag in his jaws and walking off.
((Correction, it was Thraks who wanted the glass of water. Regardless, you are forgiven))
Thraks catch the glass of water and took a small sip from it, still holding it with his left hand.
"Is this place usually crowded?" he asked the bartender, thinking about maybe challenge that scorpion in arm wrestle for the fun of it.
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Silver enjoyed the scratches she got from the kind, tall lady.
"What do you on your spare time, when you are not on duty that is" he asked the heavy gunner as he watched Silver getting attention from her.
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3 minutes ago, Rakawan said:
The bartender shakes his head sadly.
“Sorry lad.” He says. “All I can serve you is water and malt soda. No alcohol. Base rules. Quartermaster is an on call job. Meaning you have to be there whenever someone has logged time. So I can’t serve you anything that would impair you, except on your days off.”
"Eh..that's ok, I wasn't looking to get drunk anyway. One glass of water should do" he said as he turned around to look around the bar while waiting for his drink.
1 minute ago, Rakawan said:The Gunner shakes her head.
”O’m third on the list as it is.” She says.
She perks up as he kubrow walks in.
”Aww who’s the cute pupper?” She asks.
Silver look at the heavy gunner, sniffed at her a bit. She barked as she thought that the Heavy gunner was kind enough for her.
"He he, she's my faithful companion that keeps me company when I'm not with anyone else. I personally think that the Drahks are...not that good looking. Not to offend anyone who have them" he explained.
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35 minutes ago, Rakawan said:
“What post are you?” The bartender says. “I’ve got most jobs memorized.”
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“Buy?” The Gunner asks. “I wish. No only those handpicked for the role get to captain one of these. Rumor has it there will be one more ready this week. The rest won’t see combat till after the Fortress is fixed. Priorities and whatnot.”
"I'm the new quartermaster of the shooting range. Currently the only one who is in charge of that place. Might consider hiring an assistant to ease the load so to say" he said as he look behind the counter, checking out the various beverages
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"I see...well, maybe you will be the lucky one" he said before something barked near him. He look down and saw that his silver furred kubrow had tracked him to the bar.
"Silver, what are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay in the room" he said to his furry friend. She simply barked again as she seemed too happy to care that she ignored his order. Krunk could only chuckle as he couldn't be mad toward his companion as he went down to his knees and petted her.
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3 minutes ago, Rakawan said:
“Depends.” The bartender says in Grineer. “How long till your next shift?”
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The Heavy Gunner’s bade marks her as a captain. A ship captain to be precise. What appears to be a diargram of a Gorgon is revealed to be a holograph of a large ship, similar in design to the classi Grineer weapon.
“Dreaming.” She says. “Have you seem the new Longsword specs? Now those ships are beautiful. Four times the combat range and twice the punch of a standard galleon. Rumor has it the Plasma Spear rounds pack half the punch of a low end Fomorian beam.”
"Beats me. I would guess next day, but since I'm somewhat new here, I will most likely regret that I said that if I become too drunk for my next shift" he said to the bartender in grineer as well. At least he haven't forgotten how to speak his primary language.
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"Sounds pretty powerful. I guess its expensive to buy?" he asked in order to keep the conversation going.
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5 hours ago, Rakawan said:
They find the bar filled with interesting looking characters.
A butcher in a long coat and pirate hat.
A ballista with legs reminiscent of Tyl Regor’s, her wrists housing two thin boxes on the underside of her arms. As you watch she takes an apple, a blade sliding from the underside of her wrist, and begins to peel it, dropping the shavings in her drink.
A Bombard with a skull and crossbones craved on his pauldron.
Brig, who appears to be in a drinking contest with Clem.
A rather tipsy Napalm, whose only drink seems to be a shot glass half filled with clear liquid.
A bartender who appear to be an Artificer, his small carbarus drones refitted for use as servers.
A Heavy Gunner who appears to be designing something.
A Nox sitting below a ventilation shaft that is sucking away the cloud of toxins around him before it can harm others.
A Powerfist who appears to be talking to an empty seat, gesturing wildly as he recounts a story.
And finally a Scorpian who appears to be engaged in, and winning, an arm wrestling contest with a Prosecutor.
Thraks decided to sit down at the bar while Krunk got curious at the heavy gunner who seemed to design something as he walked toward her.
Thraks: "What do you got in terms of drinks?" he asked the bartender.
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Krunk: "What are you doing?" he asked the heavy gunner.
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23 hours ago, Rakawan said:
“Well there are the dueling pits, of you’d like to blow off some steam.” Kilan says. “R & D could also use some testers for new weapons. There may be a holo-vid playing in the officer’s bar. And, of course, you could always watch the amusing spectacle that is Mok’s daily attempt to convince Cressa that Ogma Racing would be a productive and efficient pastime to implement.”
Krunk: "I guess we could meet some new faces in the bar"
Thraks: "If they want to talk that is"
With that in mind, Thraks and Krunk started to walk toward the officer's bar.
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3 hours ago, Rakawan said:
“I’ve got it.” Kilan says. “Besides you two deserve a break. Go walk around for a bit, I’ll manage the kitchens.”
Krunk: "Oh...um..do you have any suggestion on where we should go?" he asked to be sure, he thought.
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22 minutes ago, Rakawan said:
“You remember the captain I mentioned.” Kilan says. “Well he couldn’t serve on the front lines with his injury, but the clone knew his weapons.”
Thraks: "I see...I suppose that makes sense when you think about it"
Krunk: "So...should I take these plates to the kitchen to clean them up? I could do that if you are busy" he asked kilian.
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Sometime later, both Krunk and Thraks were done with their portion of food, leaving a few scraps of food left on their plates.
Thraks: "Thanks for the food. It was quite good" he thanked kilian.
"By the way, I have a quick question to you; did you know anything about the previous quartermaster of the shooting range?" he asked as it wouldn't hurt to find out more information about the previous of owner of that place.
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4 minutes ago, Rakawan said:
“Actually both are dead.” Kilan says. “There’s a video of a rather enthusiastic Tenno running through the halls with their heads. Grineer command maintains that one is missing, but no one really believes that.”
Thraks: "Huh...surprised that the grineer haven't fallen apart at this point, but I guess the current higher ups like Councilor Vay Hek, Sargas Ruk, Kela de thaym and so on are keeping them in check or that the news haven't spread that far, whichever comes first"
Krunk: "As someone who has no idea who they were, I wouldn't react as much...I think.."
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7 minutes ago, Rakawan said:
“I was.” Kilan says. “Was a bit sad to see them go until I realized that I could still make stew, and wouldn’t have to worry about being turned into an ingredient in said stew, with Cressa in charge.”
Krunk: "Wait..why would these kweens want to turn someone into soup?"
Thraks: "I have a feeling that there is many reasons why they would do that, one of them being failing them. Speaking of the kweens, what happen to them? I heard rumors that one of them got killed while the other went "missing" so to say"
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Just now, Rakawan said:
“He lived long enough to lead a suicidal charge against the Tenno when they took this place.” Kilan says. “Emphasis on suicidal.”
Krunk: "Oh, at least he had a long life I guess..." he said, feeling a bit sad for the captain that lost his life.
Thraks: "From what I have gathered, you were here when the kween's were still in charge, right?" he asked Kilian.
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2 minutes ago, Rakawan said:
“Back when this place was under the commanbdof the Kweens, There was a captain that was giving me trouble.” Kilan says. “That ended when Brutus tore off his arm. I though for sure that the Kweens would have him out down. Instead they brought him to the royal kennel to sire a batch of pups. Turns out the current alpha was not producing viragos that were vicious enough for their entertainment. Thankfully Meridian showed up before the Kweens realized the Brutus isn’t a mean Drahk, just a protective one.”
((Just to make it a bit easier, I will "mark" who speaks for the time being))
Thraks: "Is that so?" he said, looking toward Brutus as he didn't think that someone as big as Brutus would be this...friendly.
Krunk: "What happen to this captain? Did he...you know..live another day?" he asked, somewhat curious to find out what happen to the captain.
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6 hours ago, Rakawan said:
Brutus promptly switches to a rendition of “I’m dying why won’t you feed me?” and rolls onto his stomach.
He quiets down when Kilan emerges from the kitchen with a plate of scraps for him.
”In the event of a breach officers will inform the armory.” Kilan says. “We don’t want people panicking during a live fire exercise. You were probably not included because your badge has not been entered yet.”
"I see..Although I have been in worse situation than a potential attack. Nearly died to an infested Juggernaut that I accidently made him angry"
"Wasn't that the reason you lost all of your weapons?"
"Correct. I emptied them and sacrifice my jat kusar in order to buy me some time" he added to his explanation.
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19 hours ago, Destructis said:
Konzu, are you ever worried that a Teralyst, or a bunch of Vomvalysts, ever manages to break through the shield protecting Cetus?
That is a valid concern Surah , but I believe that the shields that the orokin made long ago will hold and if the shields were to break, we have the tenno to aid us. Although I have heard rumors that something has awoken from a long slumber, something far greater than the Teralyst.
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After a lengthy session of having the master hunter of cetus, we got the rare opportunity to have a more well known person from Cetus. Ladies and Gentlemen, give a warm welcome to the great elder of Cetus, Konzu
Swazdo-lah surah, I'm here to answer any questions you have about me or the plains as best as I can.
The Roaming Fortress (Semi-Open IC RP)
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"A Pleasure to meet you. I'm Thraks, the new quartermaster of the shooting range"
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"I think you may need to rest your head before you injure yourself" he said, trying to calm the clearly drunk bombard before he hurt himself.