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Post by wolflet59 on Jul 21, 2006 19:07:22 GMT -5
The new day dawns, a slight chill from the cool night air lingers around you... your neck is bent over on one side and your breath nearly burns through your teeth.. Moonshine, not again....
(you hope it was a good night, certainly your hangover is telling you that you are paying for it in full)
OOOhhh.. the sound of someone else nearby, now if only you could move your head and find out where you autopilot decided to settle you down.......
Synthi-caf and toasties.. thats enough to pull in air, and join the quiet throng for breaksaa
Lucille is snoring in the corner - there is a trip back to Seattle in a day or so. Breakky is a good time to get to know each other...
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Post by scawire on Jul 21, 2006 23:38:14 GMT -5
After waking up Micro figure he never had the time to introduce himself well fighting the drones and Four Eyes was to tanked to remember if he said anything last night in the tavren so I guess now would be a good time.
"So guys and gal I never got a chance to tell you anything about myself so if you guys do not mind I will tell you guys a bit about myself now." The 5'2" human pulls back his long shoulder length hair and begins "Well I was born in the city of Calgary to a some what wealthy family. I went to normal school until I started to act strange at the age of 13. I started to turn invisible when my mother started to yell at me, after that they enrolled me in a magic school. Everything was going fine until a return flight from a vacation the plane crashed and both died, I was 16. My parents left me there money which I then used to go to collage in Seatle where I got into bike racing, I ended up betting too much and lost most of my money. I took what I had and bout a few things I've always wanted. When Collage was done I thought I could get a good job I was wrong I got stuck at this mine oh well atleast I found you guys. Well that is about it if there is anything else you want to know just ask" Micro wips his brow and waits for anyone to say anything, knowing he has been gawked at for coming from a rich family.
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Post by wolflet59 on Jul 24, 2006 10:54:22 GMT -5
(OOC - I will be away for a week ish - theres stuff to sort out between you all - Four-Eyes knows what to expect on the road - lots of trees and mountain slopes an stuff - so he is trailboss. Anyone wanting to hire on - see him or Lucille to sort out pay and conditions... )
It is a good time to introduce yourself to the others - The trip back should take around three days, pay is 1000 yen to ride shotgun on the bus. Theyve just dropped off some 50 000 worth of machine parts and replacements. Shipping back Mercury in litre containers and silver ore.
Micro is impressed by its purity - all hand worked - thats why Ballastor stopped any blasting..
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Post by scawire on Jul 28, 2006 15:02:03 GMT -5
I'll sit shotgun but my skills with a gun are not the best but I can cast spells. Micro sitting in shotgun looks out side at all the great wilderness that has poped up every where, Micro always loved reading about all the changes that the magic has caused in the world. It is good to get out of the city to see the wilderness it is a bit more dangerous with Paranormal animals running around but still worth seeing.
Micro can't help but start astral preciving to see all the auras and beauty of nature in the astral perception he keeps going back and forth between regular vison and astral preciption knowing that drones don't show up that great on astral space but not looking at nature through astral eyes would be a site missed by Micro
(OOC wolf have fun on your time off thanks for the mine run too)
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Post by Braddoc on Jul 28, 2006 19:36:01 GMT -5
Four-eyes woke up feeling like drek..dry, burning mouth, dry eyes, and..what the hell? he reach in his nostril and pulled out a piece of rolled up hand tissue, covered in blood Ah right, that whole 'you dropped my beer, outside!' thing...hope he's as bad as me. He checked himself: his T-shirt was bloodied, his body was feeling like goo, and his bad eye was hurting. He checked it with a mirror, looked like the start of a black eye 'good thing I took out my sunglasses first..
He tried standing up, but decided to take it reeeeal slow..Getting up he looked around: looks like he passed out on the bathroom floor of the Troll. He quickly checked his pants and orifices..all looked good..He dragged himself out, his equipment know weighted 10 times what it usually does.
He sat on one of the stools, waving at the barkeep, busy cleaning the mountain of glasses and the counter "soy..caf..'n'..bre..fest" He cleared his troath, like that was even possible, but the ork nodded, at least the message got trough. Four-Eyes lighted a smoke, coughing. What a night that was..'least I did was I thought that thing would be: connecting with nature and gettin' wasted while doin' it..
He got served a cup of soycaf and a bowl of gruau, which he ate with more-or-less appetite. He was still half-awake, the predictable headache still haven't decided to show his ugly face, might as well get some liquid in before he could feel dehydrated. After the meal, he paid it and his tab from last night, giving out a hundred or two in tip.
He met with the others at the bus, Where Micro was telling a little about himself. He listened while changing his T-shirt. The cool morning air did make wonders to ground him, and bring forth the headake..2 aspirins, a little time and plenty of water should do the trick..and it better..
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Post by wolflet59 on Jul 30, 2006 20:50:08 GMT -5
Mornin there Mister feisty, and arn't you the playboy of the western world! you look as rough as a Badger's Bum - only a couple of trolls have got up earlier - something to do with regenerating... congratulations - you win the full breakfast and I win a 50 !
While youre getting your brain back in gear - This return trip needs a trail boss - I can drive but need to rely on someone else to make snap descisions, and youve always been on the spot.
So I'd like to make it official - I'd like you to be in charge of the crew getting the bus back into Seattle - What do you think - fancy the job?
Dont know exactly who will be making the return trip - Micro is for one.. Looks like Hunter and Fryer are sticking around up here for a while. But you can sort them out.
We should complete the trade and load up today - to be ready to go first thing tomorrow - unless you think we should drive in the dark, but it is slow and dangerous.
Gimme a shout when youve thought about it - I'll be over at Ballastor's sorting out the trade
Lucille strolls over to Ballastors cabin, casting a glance over her shoulder at Four-Eyes getting on with his shave in the bus mirrors, he was already doing the job - but its nice to make it official..
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Post by Braddoc on Jul 30, 2006 21:03:34 GMT -5
Four-Eyes grin largely "What can I say? If you wanna live wiht Orks, you gotta tough on things." His grin got a little larger at the metnion of the trailboos job "Sure thing Luce' I"m up for it..I"ll check on Fryer and Hunter and get to you." she left for Ballastor's shack Might as well look presntable He get Jesser's handrazor and start shaving, noticing Lucille watching back at him hehehe..good to see it's startin' to work..
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Post by wolflet59 on Aug 2, 2006 7:45:55 GMT -5
(OOC more stuff for me to do on the horizon - so my posting will be erratic for the next couple of weeks - apologies ! it does give new bus travellers time to get aquainted !)
Business with Ballastor seems to have been conducted as a pair of recently repaired bots begin to manouver the machine parts from the bus - a few heavy boxes and crates - along with some lighter (electronics?) bubble boxes.
Two slabs of litre tubs labelled Dangerous materials - Mercury - and hazard warning stickers about what to do in the event of ingesting the stuff.. (!) get loaded on.
You are told loudly that the silver ore will be loaded tomorrow - after the bus mechanics have been checked out....
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Post by Braddoc on Aug 2, 2006 19:37:56 GMT -5
Four-Eyes finsihed his shave and when to check on the drones unloading the bus. He grins at them, the patched-up bullet holes visible. Well good to know they'll remember me
Crates and (possible) electronics out, gallons of mercury in. What the FRAG! Mercury..this is not good The ideas about what could go wrong with a few liters of mercury on board was bouncing in his head and someone yelled about the silver ore and the engine having a tune-up. "Hey Micro you know a spell for breating around toxic elements or somethin'?...or one that can freeze liquids up, like to around -40 Celcius? Yeah the second one would be better actually."
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Post by scawire on Aug 2, 2006 21:36:16 GMT -5
"nope I don't have a spell to freeze mercury and I don't have the time to learn one ether. I got the light spell for running around in the mine I don't trust the lantrens we got here at the mine." Micro says thankful for the rest he had, now he can think clearly again. "When it comes to toxic spirits I got a few ideas but I hope I don't have to try them out. If there is a spill of mercury I got doc wagon but out here it will be some time before they find out dead cold bodies, better hope they put so shock absorber so we don't hit a bump and get covered in the stuff and remember don't get drunk and start taking shots of mercury that would be bad for the health." Micro pulls his long hair back into a pony tail so he can see where he is going. "Sounds like we have a day to get on the mechanics case to make sure we don't get a spill on the ride to seatle"
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Post by Braddoc on Aug 2, 2006 22:07:10 GMT -5
Four-Eyes listens to Micro standing the obvious regarding mercury handling. "Yeah..well the job's the job, I don't get blastered on the clock,. Bad for my rep, and it can put people in danger." He gets a smoke, extending one to Micro "As for the mercury..heh..'might not look like it, but I know a bit about chemistry, just preparin' for the worse. 'Don''t wanna see people gettin' poisoned or Lucille loosing her cargo..but if there's a spill, it's us before the cargo, ok?" He lights his smoke, taking a drag, observing the drones hauling the crates around. "Say you know mechanics? 'Pretty sure someone like Jakey or the mine's mechanic will check it, but just in case something happens in the wood, might as well get someone who knows how to get around it... I"m sure Hunter can help 'ya too.."
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Post by scawire on Aug 3, 2006 14:03:46 GMT -5
Micro takes the smoke and lights it up.
"I agree with it's use before the cargo, I don't mind losing neyen but my life is something I'm not ready to lose just yet. The only mechanics stuff I know pretains to my bike which I left at my apartment building in Seatle, Mostly I know alot about magic. We should be fine but since you know a thing or too about chemistry you may want to try and keep an eye on the cargo since I wont be able to tell if something is going wrong unless we get a toxic spirit showing up then I'm probly the best bet for the team."
Micro takes a drag of the smoke.
"So do you want to check this mine out see if they have any stores that we can get extra supplies from sounds like we got another day here before we can head out, I want to see if the doc on site can spare or sell any low grade stims so next time I get a head ack I can kill the pain before I cast a sustained spell."
Micro takes an extra long drag well thinking of the head ack he had from the spell chucking yestarday.
Micro begins looking up at the stars and begins day dreaming of what he hopes are for his magic. "With that drain yestarday I should see if there are any magic groups I can join. Nay not yet I still need some more experence with what I have, but soon. I would love to learn some of that high level magic. Oh well maybe I'll get Shaun or Blair to check into it but I still have alot to learn before they'll take me"
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Post by wolflet59 on Aug 4, 2006 7:07:45 GMT -5
The mine settles back to it's routine - now that people have vested interests - and Ballastor does not have to juggle everything (badly) things could shape up nicely !
Four-Eyes could retire and tend to his claim - grubbing nuggetts - nah!
Lucille seems to be ever-wiping her hands of oil on a greasy rag, and then leaning back into the engine to tweak and adjust, erm stuff and things.. earning wolf-whistles from cheeky grinning miners.
A couple offer their expertise in injun mechaniks, but are shooed away by her. The Mercury shipment is taken back to stores while she opens up the bus flooring to get to the transmission and gubbins below the truck. Looks impressivly spread out, cowlings and heavy wire, hand tools and a lot of sucking air in through the teeth...
Mocro has told Four-Eyes about a compadre of his - who wanted to earn some yen and get to Seattle pretty soon... and as Lucille was lookin for extra hands... and is slightly surprised by his quiet reply that they would be moving out at dawn.. as most of the camp thought it was in a day or two..
Micro thought back to the materials brought up from the boiling caldera mines - Mercury, hence the breathing apparatus - hot Mercury sent you mad as a hatter... a few gemstones, lots of crystal, nothing that couldnt be industrially created with ease.. a mish-mash of ores - lead silver and copper in veins - and gold in small nuggetts. He astrally checked all of the stuff out for its purity - to make sure the bags and pokes of these materials were not blasted or ripped from the earth - a bit like organic veg compared to kibble burgers.. quality over quantity, though hardly anyone would know the difference unless...
There had always been questions from the miners on what everyone else was digging up, but over last night once the party had got going, a lot of questions about gold... seems that people liked the sound of the soft shiny stuff.. a good enough reason to skip out early
All seems well in the world - reasonably so...
The bus engine roared into life then spluttered, Lucille seemed to raise a sly smile under her more obvious frown.
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Post by scawire on Aug 4, 2006 16:57:11 GMT -5
Micro hears where heading out at dawn and shuders "Man I better sleep on the bus tonight I may not be able to get up in time." Micro thinks "Hold on Four Eyes I better make sure I got all my gear on-board before I forget something I need."Micro says to four eyes just before he bolt off towards his trailer to make sure he grabed everything. Throwing the smoke to the ground just before stepping on it.
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Post by krondax on Aug 5, 2006 12:40:36 GMT -5
A lone figure limps his way towards the bus, a rifle strapped over his shoulder. He looks around the place and finally sees braddocc. "Thanks for comming and getting me" he says with a grin, then limps onto the bus. "Damn ankle" he says as he sists down.
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