Danica raised an eyebrow as she nibbled. "I'm certainly willing to hear alternate suggestions. Though worst come to worst, the desert is survivable if you know how."
“We get the equipment, seek out bug brains and see what he wants, and discuss this plan of mine. It’s pretty big, might need to do some prep before we go through with it, and I would prefer to talk it out somewhere where the walls don’thave eyes and ears.” All said in a harsh whisper.
Yasei considers his plan for a few moments, and then nodding her approval, calmly pronounces “If you embark on an uncharted path, infinite secrets will appear at the end. Your proposal is sound...let's proceed.”
You freely stroll out from The Rock. Various mercenaries pass you, carrying out their business. The occasional, crazed Believer stalks you for a while before maniacally giggling and running off. You see another one simply stare at you while licking her rusted machete. Clearly cutting her tounge in the process- but she doesn’t seem to notice... or care.
You can look over the city and out to the haze of the heat outside the city walls as you walk down the slope leading down to Dicey Joe’s shed. Bobo is able to lead the way to Joe’s, weaving through tightly packed streets. The familiar sights and smells of this part of town welcome you. Rusted corrigated iron sheds with brown tarps, old wooden boarded up windows and a red hue is cast over each building from the dust. All sorts of people are here, going about their business, often wrapped head to toe in rags.
Finally, you see a sizeable building with a large neon sign, flickering and buzzing sporadically. It has a large arrow pointing down to an enterance covered by a heavy tarp. The sign reads “Joe’s”. (“Diner” can also be seen in neon writing- however this fails to light up and has been smashed out to be barely legible.)
Assuming you enter, (by all means, please tell me otherwise) you fold back the heavy tarp to see a dirt ground shop, with locked cages surrounding the walls. All sorts of weaponry is locked away here behind wire grates. Only offensive items made from scrap which has been fashioned into more practical pieces. The metal on these items is less rusted- only surface rust clings to some. Leather wrapped handles is a common feature as is the crudeness of these weapons. They’re practical... but not pretty.
“Ahhh, ‘ello spring chickens, what can I uhhh, do ya for, eh?”
A small goblin with only a few whisps of hair greets you from behind a counter, presumably on a stool. He wears all sorts of bangles and wrist bands- a show of wealth.
A large, hardy looking lizardfolk humanoid can be seen leaning against the wall behind, arms folded. It’s hands bound in wraps with bloodied knuckles.
"Hi there, little green man of substantial monetary achievement!" Cora smiles. "I guess we're here to, uhhhrrrr, get some weapons..?" She announces, turning to the others for verification. "Right..?"
"Ok!" She claps her hands together excitedly and rubs them up and down, as if she was about to cook up quite the masterpiece. "What do you have for sale?" She wiggles her fingers at the expectant answer.
"Sale?" The goblin responds with a laugh. "Trade is the economy of this rust bucket of a city! It's more about what you can do for me... I've not seen most of you 'round here before! What brings you to my little abode seeking some sting?"
Yasei: "Barry-san sent us. He said [Yasei adjust's her accent, from Japanese to Bugbear] 'Go tell him I sent ya, and he’ll hook youse up.'"
[Returning back to her usual Japanese accented common] "There are two powers in the world; one is the sword and the other is the pen. There is a great competition and rivalry between the two. There is a third power stronger than both, that of the women."
Bowing deeply towards the goblin, she beings to peruse the weapons on display, looking for two (a long sword and a short sword) that would suit her....abilities.
"Ahhhh, Baz sent ya, eh? Well maybe I might just use his lil' minions to do a little side job for me too... Do this for me, and you can 'ave your pick of the arms." He says.
"There’s a small matter about a favour wif a lil’ girly down the road there who started workin' for me. S’posed to have brought me my lunch by now, but… hasn’t! Go pay her a visit and not only get my lunch, but teach ‘er a lesson. Gotta learn the ins an outs of lotalty, see? Next time I see her, she better have a black eye or two, know what I’m sayin’? Sally's her name. Just down the road there."
Danica's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Just so I have this correct, you want us to beat up a girl because she hasn't brought you lunch yet?" She asked in a flat tone.
Yasei: "The code of bushido prevents me from wanton destruction of property and the murder of innocent civilians. I will take no part in the beating of an innocent child."
Cora gulped nervously at Danica's physical posturing.
Deep inside her on a level unobservable, she felt a strange sensation in the very core of her being. It brought about panic. It was mild at first, imperceptible, and grew in intensity as her brain generated feelings and thoughts swimming in her head. She tightened everywhere, something in the bowels of her soul was gnawing, was stirring. She was momentarily distracted by feelings she didn't recognize, or have any memory of - if it had to be put into words, it felt like two personalities was were struggling for control of one mind. It was so mild. She turned away slightly and stepped outside, almost gasping for breath at this sensation. She put her hand on the bridge of her nose and tried to squeeze out the feeling. That's all that it was. A feeling. Like nausea slowly creeping up her stomach. Sensations. Like a fever. Nothing but sensations. It felt terrible, evil, selfish, and..and she didn't like it.
Heat. Sensation. Urge. Violence. Pleasure. Orgasmic. More.
Then it was over.
"Maybe," she whispered. She cleared her throat. "Maybe there's another way." Her throat was impossibly dry. She took a moment and tried to relax. "Let's go talk to this girl. I..I think this heat.." she trailed off, she didn't finish her sentence, too occupied with resuming control of her natural state.
Danica raised an eyebrow as she nibbled. "I'm certainly willing to hear alternate suggestions. Though worst come to worst, the desert is survivable if you know how."
“We get the equipment, seek out bug brains and see what he wants, and discuss this plan of mine. It’s pretty big, might need to do some prep before we go through with it, and I would prefer to talk it out somewhere where the walls don’thave eyes and ears.” All said in a harsh whisper.
Yasei considers his plan for a few moments, and then nodding her approval, calmly pronounces “If you embark on an uncharted path, infinite secrets will appear at the end. Your proposal is sound...let's proceed.”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
A visit to Joe’s
DinerYou freely stroll out from The Rock. Various mercenaries pass you, carrying out their business. The occasional, crazed Believer stalks you for a while before maniacally giggling and running off. You see another one simply stare at you while licking her rusted machete. Clearly cutting her tounge in the process- but she doesn’t seem to notice... or care.
You can look over the city and out to the haze of the heat outside the city walls as you walk down the slope leading down to Dicey Joe’s shed. Bobo is able to lead the way to Joe’s, weaving through tightly packed streets. The familiar sights and smells of this part of town welcome you. Rusted corrigated iron sheds with brown tarps, old wooden boarded up windows and a red hue is cast over each building from the dust. All sorts of people are here, going about their business, often wrapped head to toe in rags.
Finally, you see a sizeable building with a large neon sign, flickering and buzzing sporadically. It has a large arrow pointing down to an enterance covered by a heavy tarp. The sign reads “Joe’s”. (“Diner” can also be seen in neon writing- however this fails to light up and has been smashed out to be barely legible.)
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Assuming you enter, (by all means, please tell me otherwise) you fold back the heavy tarp to see a dirt ground shop, with locked cages surrounding the walls. All sorts of weaponry is locked away here behind wire grates. Only offensive items made from scrap which has been fashioned into more practical pieces. The metal on these items is less rusted- only surface rust clings to some. Leather wrapped handles is a common feature as is the crudeness of these weapons. They’re practical... but not pretty.
“Ahhh, ‘ello spring chickens, what can I uhhh, do ya for, eh?”
A small goblin with only a few whisps of hair greets you from behind a counter, presumably on a stool. He wears all sorts of bangles and wrist bands- a show of wealth.
A large, hardy looking lizardfolk humanoid can be seen leaning against the wall behind, arms folded. It’s hands bound in wraps with bloodied knuckles.
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"Hi there, little green man of substantial monetary achievement!" Cora smiles. "I guess we're here to, uhhhrrrr, get some weapons..?" She announces, turning to the others for verification. "Right..?"
"That's what we've been told." Danica said calmly.
"Ok!" She claps her hands together excitedly and rubs them up and down, as if she was about to cook up quite the masterpiece. "What do you have for sale?" She wiggles her fingers at the expectant answer.
"Sale?" The goblin responds with a laugh. "Trade is the economy of this rust bucket of a city! It's more about what you can do for me... I've not seen most of you 'round here before! What brings you to my little abode seeking some sting?"
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"Uhh.." Cora looks around thinking, at a loss for words..
Yasei: "Barry-san sent us. He said [Yasei adjust's her accent, from Japanese to Bugbear] 'Go tell him I sent ya, and he’ll hook youse up.'"
[Returning back to her usual Japanese accented common] "There are two powers in the world; one is the sword and the other is the pen. There is a great competition and rivalry between the two. There is a third power stronger than both, that of the women."
Bowing deeply towards the goblin, she beings to peruse the weapons on display, looking for two (a long sword and a short sword) that would suit her....abilities.
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
"Ahhhh, Baz sent ya, eh? Well maybe I might just use his lil' minions to do a little side job for me too... Do this for me, and you can 'ave your pick of the arms." He says.
"There’s a small matter about a favour wif a lil’ girly down the road there who started workin' for me. S’posed to have brought me my lunch by now, but… hasn’t! Go pay her a visit and not only get my lunch, but teach ‘er a lesson. Gotta learn the ins an outs of lotalty, see? Next time I see her, she better have a black eye or two, know what I’m sayin’? Sally's her name. Just down the road there."
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Danica's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Just so I have this correct, you want us to beat up a girl because she hasn't brought you lunch yet?" She asked in a flat tone.
"As long as you can teach her a lesson, let's leave it at that, eh? Off ya go!" He says with a shit eating grin.
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Cora left the place with a worried look on her face. "I dunno." She mumbled to Danica. "That sounds a little harsh. What should we do?"
Yasei: "The code of bushido prevents me from wanton destruction of property and the murder of innocent civilians. I will take no part in the beating of an innocent child."
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
[Ethical dilemma dun dun duuuuh]
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Danica looked at Yasei and cracked her knuckles. "I think I know someone more worthy of a beating." She replied and then gave Cora a comforting look.
Cora gulped nervously at Danica's physical posturing.
Deep inside her on a level unobservable, she felt a strange sensation in the very core of her being. It brought about panic. It was mild at first, imperceptible, and grew in intensity as her brain generated feelings and thoughts swimming in her head. She tightened everywhere, something in the bowels of her soul was gnawing, was stirring. She was momentarily distracted by feelings she didn't recognize, or have any memory of - if it had to be put into words, it felt like two personalities was were struggling for control of one mind. It was so mild. She turned away slightly and stepped outside, almost gasping for breath at this sensation. She put her hand on the bridge of her nose and tried to squeeze out the feeling. That's all that it was. A feeling. Like nausea slowly creeping up her stomach. Sensations. Like a fever. Nothing but sensations. It felt terrible, evil, selfish, and..and she didn't like it.
Heat. Sensation. Urge. Violence. Pleasure. Orgasmic. More.
Then it was over.
"Maybe," she whispered. She cleared her throat. "Maybe there's another way." Her throat was impossibly dry. She took a moment and tried to relax. "Let's go talk to this girl. I..I think this heat.." she trailed off, she didn't finish her sentence, too occupied with resuming control of her natural state.
But what was her natural state..?
[What would you all like to do?]
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