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Post by Braddoc on Feb 3, 2006 0:59:51 GMT -5
"C'mon Jack, 'we there yet?" Red was becoming impatient. He never really liked new neighborhoods, especially those where Lonestar and other Security firms were having a heavy presence.
"Yeah yeah Red, take it easy only 1 to 2 more minutes and we're there."
"Oh? and what tells you that? You ain't from around here.."
"So? I never get lost."
The Americar turned a few blocks before the fences of Dungery's Junkyard appeared in their view.
"See? told you I knew where it was.."
"Oh wow, you're my fagging hero Jack..so how did you learn about this place again?"
"I had to drive some guy 'round here."
Four-Eyes parked the car where he had parked it a few days prior. They both exited the car and made their way inside the compound.
"Yeah right, you Mr. driver, driving the rich and famous all across town."
"Shut up...Anyway, the engine pieces you're looking for must be around in there somewhere..there seems to be engines over there..go check it out...I gonna go talk to the manager."
Red left and starting searching trough the skeletal bodies of old vehicles. Four-Eyes just looked around the main building, Trying to grasp the fact that no less than 3 days ago, the places was a battlefield..dead people everywhere, empty casings, blood, destruction. The British really cleaned the place up..for a junkyard of course.
He pulled out a cigarette and started walking around the main building..yup, real good cleaners they were...A few hundred feet away, somebody was looking at t some burned-out van..A big, dirty Troll carrying a cardboard box around and a more-than-obvious weapon under his coat, also wrapped in cardboard..
"Holy drek..Well ain't that funny.....Gunther..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2006 1:11:42 GMT -5
Gunther was in a quandry as usual...Honest John wasn't taking his calls ever since he, Gunther had gotten his van blown up. Not like it was ever really his in the first place. I know Shelley jacked the drekkin thing... Gunther thought to himself as he stared at the wreckage of what used to be the van in question.
Gunther had made his way back to Dungery's Junkyard to see if he could maybe salvage the van. With a little spit and polish...Ah who was he kidding...He was a chemist, not a mechanic...The damned thing looked like a write-off...Antivehicle missiles apparently had that effect on vehicles he had learned. In fact he had seen the effect close up, not one he would like to repeat.
Gunther shifted the weight of the combat axe wrapped in cardboard under his arm then reached up to scratch skin around the new datajack installed in his temple. Well? What the drek am I gonna do about this thing??? he pondered to himself.
Through the clutter of machinery noise, Gunther hears a voice that he recognizes...Four-eyes, the would be taker of his gun, had he not beaten down that good-for-drekall mage they had been running with...
"Well, well yourself, Four-eyes...Shoot anyone in the eye today, Mr. Gunslinger??"
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Post by Braddoc on Feb 3, 2006 1:45:59 GMT -5
Four-Eyes'eyes went half an inch larger from behind his sunglasses...This was not something he though somebody would ever talk about..he just happened to hit the driver's eye..which was quite a feat by himslef..but truth be told he was aiming for the driver's pistol...but he would never admit missing his target.
"Yeah hahaha..nice one there Gunther..and how about you? Went into some crazy troll rage and try to kill somebody?" Four-eyes gave away a corner smile, his zippo was quickly pulled out did his thing and returned to his rightful place in his pocket. "Oh yeah, you're a lover, not a fighter..heh..soooo, you're into cars? I would never had suspected..hey it that new? Since when you were the decker type?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2006 1:58:39 GMT -5
"..Oh this?" Gunther waves a hand towards his temple..."Yah recent aquisition. If there is anything I learned over the past couple weeks, its that I need to be able to gather my own information."
Turning back to the van, Gunther continues."As to the cars, well, no I am not really into cars...Its just that this van belonged to an...associate of mine, and he is...upset that it did not return to him in the condition that it left in...Consequently, he isn't talking to me a lot right now. I was trying to figure out how to make ammends..." Gunther absently scratchs the datajack again with a massive clawed hand.
"Besides, I could use the van in a couple days to move my new chem lab...If it was working.... Gunther sighs loudly...
"What're you doing here?"
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Post by Braddoc on Feb 3, 2006 2:20:32 GMT -5
"Me? Oh you know this and that..heh..actually I came with a buddy of mine." Four-Eyes signaled back with his thumb to an ork a couple of hundreds of feet behind him "He bought a Harley for 50 Nuyen about a month ago. He managed to get what was left of the engine to work for about a day, then it committed suicide, he didn't found the pieces at his usual 'yards so I decided to bring him over here, he could get lucky, who knows, he a wiz when it comes to bikes...he could turn a toaster into a race bike" Four-Eyes laugh softly as Red seemingly kicked around a few hunk of scrap metal with large tubular piece, like the ones protecting electrical circuits and such, hanging from them "...but don't ask him to install a light bulb, he'll blow the building and managed to fry half the electrical grid."
Yelling and swearing was heard coming from Red, but from where Four-Eyes and Gunther were standing, it was too far to heard them, but even a deaf monkey could figure out he wasn't being polite and calm.
"Chem lab huh? I did dabble into the science a while back..loads of fun..but no openings..hope you're using glass graduated cylinders instead of those cheap-ass transparent plastic ones...pff...plastic, what a joke..."
Four-Eyes reached in his pocket and pulled out his half-empty pack of smokes extending it to Gunther.
"You look tence..how 'bout a smoke to help calm the mind?"
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Post by Xenomarch on Feb 3, 2006 15:54:57 GMT -5
Why is it my past keeps interfeering with my present? 'Cause you don't frag it! Shut up. When/why did you come back. Just now and I think I heard Four-eyes and Gunther. W..w...what? I just heard something over across the street. It sounded like Four-Eys bragging again.
Simon Jon will get up from the Cafe table pay his bill and make his way over to Dungery's Junkyard.
What is this? A Reunion or something? Or something, I think.
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Post by wolflet59 on Feb 3, 2006 19:32:49 GMT -5
someone steppin on the cracks, unsettled scores, cussin me out.. Wakin up at midday never hurt, now theres an itch needin to be.....
Wife back, House is fine, spirit is learning, all's well in the world, ...itch...
Insight, a window of opportunity, paths leading.. tugging Your mind drifts over days past, ignore the flow or drift with it... Snake likes finding the source, so lets scratch the itch...
Has to be close, has to be real , has to be one of only a few.. places...people..
Wareouse, the fear an screaming still echo - glad to be away quickly - coptor blades an anger
Head to the Beaver for last, place of anger, an Melissa still slips wide-eyed in her own broken pool, Freddy chokes on the place - thats why he couldnt stay
so astral to Warehouse, echoes only then onto the Junkyard - scratch - the air clings onto spit - cussin out..
Lookin down at the big gobbet floatin gently in a greasy puddle - it's the venom in the spit that was itchin an tuggin at him.. Freddy materialises
'Gunther - an Four.. I found I had an itch that needs scratchin..'
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Post by Braddoc on Feb 3, 2006 20:59:12 GMT -5
Something started appearing..a magical something...Four-Eyes started reaching for his Taurus, his Deputy lying under his car's driver's seat, but a quick flashback of Freddy's explaining to him that a blade was more suited to fight-off magical fiend, he switched his attention to his folding knife. A quick flip of the wrist made the sharp carbon blade exit the handle.
"Get ready to attack Gunther, them 'mages are starting their revenge."
The Astral form of Freddy appeared before them.
"Gunther - an Four.. I found I had an itch that needs scratchin.."
"Drek..can't you figure out how to scratch your damn self...and it's Four-EYES in case you already forgot..."
Out in the junkyard, a cry of joy can be heard.
"Hey Jack! I found a good crank shaft!" Red was holding it high, as to signal a victory over the unforgiving mountains of junk pilled here and there. Seeing Four-Eyes talking with some troll and some other guy, the manager he thought, he started walking over, smiling from one ear to the next, talking out loud, as a way to give him hope about his project. "I found something good,..now to get a carburator..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2006 22:07:37 GMT -5
"What the drek?" Gunther exclaims as Freddy materializes in front of them. "Oh, its YOU..." he sneers once he realizes it is Freddy. "What the frag do you want? And why are you here? Are you following me? I thought I made it clear after that drek you and your wife got us into with the brits, that I didn't really want to have anything to do with you? Was I not clear?" Gunther's voice raises in volume as his tirade escalates. Suddenly Gunther stops...
"What the drek am I doing? I am yelling at a fraggin image... Gunther shakes his head sadly at Four-Eyes. "What do you want Freddy?" Gunther asks with some resignation...
Gunther turns as the ork waving the crank-shaft walks up behind them. Gunther raises an eyebrow, and absently scratches the datajack again."This your chummer Four-eyes?"
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Post by Xenomarch on Feb 3, 2006 22:15:58 GMT -5
Simon Jon will watch from a distance as the his ex-team mates get together.
Seems poor Freddy's appearance is not welcome. Too bad everyone blames him for the tussle with the Brits. It's not his fault the Ripper Spirit went after Meg and he went nuts trying to deal with it. at least he got her back. Maybe he's sane again. Looks whose talking about insanity! HAHAHAHA You're having a conversation with a programmed memory. Eat drekking hoop Xenomarch. And go away again.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2006 0:31:12 GMT -5
Gunther looks towards the ork walking towards them and listens as Four-eyes talks with the meta briefly...something about cars...Gunther knew a little about cars but it sounded like this man knew what he was talking about...Hmm, that gives me an...
"Hey, Four-Eyes. Isn't that, that Simon Jon guy that came and helped us out against the ripper spirit last week? That tail is pretty distinctive..." Gunther breaks into the conversation between the two men and points to the figure lurking near the entrance...
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Post by Xenomarch on Feb 4, 2006 3:01:31 GMT -5
((ooc: I was not lurking! More like Hiding-in-Plain-Sight!))
Simon hearing Gunther direct Four-Eyes attention his way will give a slight nod of his head towards the Café acroos the road and move away.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2006 12:32:24 GMT -5
Gunther shrugged as Jon moved away out of the junkyard. Turning back to Four-Eyes and his friend, Gunther sticks out his hand. "I'm Gunther. A...friend of Four-Eyes, I guess. I see you are takin advantage of the excellent facilities here..." Gunther chuckles to himself. "You finding everything you need?"
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Post by Braddoc on Feb 5, 2006 21:22:24 GMT -5
Four-Eyes spot Xeno on the other side of the 'yard
"Well guys I"ll go have a chat with Xeno there..I"ll be back soon"
Four-Eyes leave and walk in direction of the cafe, following Xeno, leaving Red and Gunther all alone.
Red takes Gunther's hand and shakes it.
"Hiya Gunther, name's Red...yeah found a crank-shaft for another project I got..still haven't found nothin' for my ride.."Red's attention seems to fall on the twisted body of a white van." Hey, that thing looks like the engine could be saved! Were you looking at it, or just passing time? "cause I'll jump on it.." Red flashes his surprisingly white-teeth smiling like a kid on Christmas. "If you ain't touching it, dibs on the motor..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2006 21:32:15 GMT -5
"Well, actually, that wreckage is a van that i borrowed off of a friend. I was just standing here trying to figure out what to do. My 'friend' is kinda choked that I got it blown up. You think you can salvage it? Or some of it?" Gunther listens appreciatively as Red launches into the details of the salvage, carefully holding the 'crankshaft' that the ork walked up with, as Red scampers around and thru the van.
Gunther glances over his shoulder as Four-Eyes moves off to go see where Simon Jon got to, then shrugs as he returns his attention to Red's monologue. "...disconnect the driveshaft from the main chassis, then we could remove the whole engine and transmission..." Gunther continues to listen for several minutes. At the end, Red seems to conclude "...Yah, we might be able to salvage something. Going to take some nuyen, but maybe we can get it back together for your friend. If you like."
"Thats great. Lets do it. What do you need me to do?" Gunther says looking around confusedly. Red begins to direct Gunther in dismantling the Leyland Rover.
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