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| Lockdown | Nov 10 2015, 06:33 PM Post #51 |
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I SEEE YOUUUU
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As the group takes in the natural beauty around them, so foreign and strange, a beeping sound comes from Amber's Dex. The mapping program is downloaded across the network, and has even managed to find a satellite signal viable enough to give a new topographic map of the local area. On top of that, there's a radio signal coming from down the path! Given its strength, its fairly close as well! instructions
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| Slytherclaw | Nov 10 2015, 06:44 PM Post #52 |
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"Oh! Look!" Amber chirps, distracted from the drama by the beeping of the technology. Somewhat willfully distracted, in fact, and a little forced, as if she's trying hard to ignore it. She looks over at the buildings in the distance. "There's something close... It's an okay starting point, right?" She looks up, gaze flickering between Cecil and Bunny as she tries to figure out who the leader of the group is. Not that there necessarily is one, she supposes, but... Amber is honestly just used to having someone in charge, and there's something discomforting about the idea of not knowing who she's supposed to report to, even though she knows, now that they're out of the vault, that she doesn't /have/ to report to anyone anymore. She shakes her head. They're right, about them not wanting to be able to track the vault. Still...she looks at it and memorizes the sight. She doesn't have to tell anyone what the picture is /of/ when it's done. [Perception: 13] |
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| technoRomancer | Nov 10 2015, 10:45 PM Post #53 |
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They were all right about one thing - moving on was the smartest idea at the moment. Joe knew there was no going back, and it was probably better not to linger in one place and wait for something dangerous to come for them. And, as the others began a steady pace down the ruined road, Joe knew he definitely didn't want to get left behind to fend for himself. "Probably a trap..." he muttered, scurrying to get closer to Cecil, despite the man's abrasive attitude. He didn't want to be a straggler at the back of the pack, either, just asking to be picked off first. He was sweating profusely under the unrelenting blaze of the sun, and had already decided he hated the baleful fiery orb as much as it seemed to hate him. Without pausing, he peeled his arms out of the upper half of his jumpsuit and tied them around his waist. "Assuming nature doesn't kill me first." Joe's eyes weren't on the road ahead, though; they were darting back and forth from one side of the path to the other, seeing threats in every shadow, flinching at every unexplained noise. OOC
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| Dark Shadow | Nov 10 2015, 11:49 PM Post #54 |
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"If there are people out here..." Christine asked herself, "How much like us will they be?" She wondered at what the rest of the world was truly like. She'd heard tales of wondrous creations, as well as terrible ones. So... what are we in now? Are we in the decline after a Golden Age? Or the rise after a Dark Era? Would the people who survived, if any, be innovators, creating things anew? Or would they be the scavengers we fear, cobbling together old tech to make things work. OOC
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| Robot | Nov 11 2015, 05:44 AM Post #55 |
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Giant Mecha Enthusiast
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"Chances are not at all." Cecil responded to Christine in a much less dire tone, a bit of a cheerful lilt to his voice. "If Skrub's info is to be trusted, it's not easy out here. Bioweapons, pollution, starvation... odds are, there are a few good people if there are any people at all. I'm hedging on the nice ones wanting some kind of exchange for goods or service for help, at best." Cecil shrugged. "They didn't grow up in a sterile box like we all did. Probably best we find someone we can trust early, and rely on their information to get further." Glad to be mobile again, Cecil found he was easily distracted out here. Everything drew his attention, but little kept it for long. (Perception 5) Edited by Robot, Nov 11 2015, 05:44 AM.
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| Lockdown | Nov 11 2015, 09:26 AM Post #56 |
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I SEEE YOUUUU
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As the group progresses along the path, taking in the foreign nature around them, the locals seem to have gotten their courage back. Not even Cecil can miss the strange snake-like creature flopping along the grass, leaving a visible trail of slime in its wake. Perched on a tree opposite the path is a large red headed avian, that eyes the group curiously, but without any fear that any of the others can detect. Joe, used to looking in dark spaces, spots a small purple-furred creature crouched in a hollowed out space beneath a rock, a white stripe just barely visible on its back. But only Amber, looking around and drinking in the details of the area, spots the two crouching canines further out, eyes locked on the squirming creature and licking their chops, though they spare an occasional wary glance towards the group of humans. MAP |
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| Slytherclaw | Nov 11 2015, 03:59 PM Post #57 |
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Amber looks around, gaze narrowing on different animals around them before she notices movement and finds /yet another/. She inches to the side, closer to Cecil, but....well, they don't look particularly bad, do they? And that's a fish! It's out of water, but it's still a fish! She's read about them. And a bird! She's read about those, too! Can it really fly? Her nervousness is, at first, battled by her curiosity...until her gaze lands on the two fanged, dark creatures in the distance. She doesn't know what they are, but they seem a lot more...violent, than the rest. She immediately ducks behind Cecil, who seems to be the most imposing of their group, drawing the ball containing her supposed protector from her pocket. Her fingers are white from the pressure as she squeezes it, waiting. "Are they dangerous?" She squeaks, peeking under one of Cecil's arms. She points at the two canines. "They look dangerous. What do we do?" |
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| technoRomancer | Nov 11 2015, 04:20 PM Post #58 |
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"See!?" Joe hissed, cringing up against Amber's back suddenly, pointing at the sinister eyes leering out at him from under a nearby rock. "We're being watched. What do you want to bet we're already surrounded?" He glanced accusingly over to the eel-like creature. "That helpless-looking one is probably meant to lure the unwary and curious into a sense of security. By the time we get close enough to investigate, it's already too late." He wrapped the fingers of one hand around his scrawny neck. "The trap is sprung!" But, Joe realized with dawning desperation, he supposedly wasn't completely defenseless. There was no better time than now to discover whether their monsters would really make a difference. Fumbling for the button on his Grimer's Pokeball, he stumbled forward suddenly as Amber shifted up against Cecil and pointed out another pair of stalkers. In his panicked flailing, the ball flew blindly from his fingers. He froze, staring helplessly as it seemed to sail in slow motion through the air and bounce in the middle of the road ahead of them, releasing the sludge Pokemon. "Defend your master, Grimer!" Joe managed to wheeze as he regained his balance. The purple blob stared unblinking at its surroundings for a long moment, and then its eyes sank into its membrane to emerge from the other side and look for Joe. Bobbing in response to his command, it seemed to take it literally, a sickly sheen shimmering across its surface as it solidified a little further than it had been before. Combat?
Edited by technoRomancer, Nov 12 2015, 07:49 PM.
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| Robot | Nov 11 2015, 04:53 PM Post #59 |
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About to respond to Amber, Cecil stopped short as Joe's panicked cries filled the air, as did a sudden intense reek the likes of which the boy had never experienced before. Lifting the front edge of his jacket over his face, he could feel his eyes watering. In the history of all the rank things he'd ever been exposed to, this aced them all combined... like hot garbage boiled in feet sweat, then lightly spritzed with petrol. He gagged. "They seem more set on the fish then us." Cecil's muffled response to Amber finally came, lifting an arm just enough to get a look at her. "If one comes near you just bean it with one of those energy capsules the Overseer gave you, no need to have a freak out." His eyes were half lidded, the exposed part of his face bearing a dull expression. "Pops said our wrist things would give us a heads up, and not everything was developed for the war. Christ man, put it away! Let be, hold up a sec and watch!" Cecil gagged again. |
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| Dark Shadow | Nov 11 2015, 07:06 PM Post #60 |
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"Ohhhh... Look at that...that bird there." Christine says, with a sense of wonder. "I wonder if it's one from the books? Do you think it's curious about us? Or maybe it recognizes us! If it's not running, maybe...maybe that means that there's other humans around!" Then a sadly familiar odour filled the air. "Gaak! Well...well, maybe that stench will drive everything that'd want to harm us away?" she gagged. "But... I suppose that's a good idea?" She calls out the...happiny? "Hmm.. you don't look like a happyniy... What should I call you?" She remembers her first comment upon seeing it. "I'll call you Bones. Because you look like you need some in that egg shaped body of- hey!" Bones had just grabbed the rock she'd picked up and but it in its front pouch. It looked slightly happier. "Fine... you keep it safe." she sighs. "Just...keep a lookout, okay?" |
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