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Ru`ach boogies to Cryin'
<Arsenal> ahoy!
<Kasia> Ru: You have my CD! :(
<Kasia> ;)
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<Trent> Allo, Ars.
<SteveM> Oi! (about damn time, too)
Arsenal looks... we missin the Nazi?
<Ru`ach> Kas: so? Nyeah! Oh, hi Ars.
<bonfire> moo Ars.
<Kasia> Ars: Looks so.
<Ch`Dith> Ars: Back to normal, I guess. 
Arsenal gives him 'till 11..
<Raenar> hey ars
<VanderTook> Oi, Ars
<Arsenal> well... let's not waste any more time...
<Ru`ach> okee.
Arsenal hangs a Concentric Circles Award on Vander
<VanderTook> Ars: Huh?
<Arsenal> REady!
<Arsenal> AIM!
<VanderTook> Uh oh!
<Arsenal> FIRE!!!
<Raenar> ready
<SteveM> We already bashed him before you got here
<Arsenal> Steve: dammit. :P
VanderTook runs
Ru`ach trips Vander.
Kasia shrugs, takes out a bazooka from her pocket, fires.
<Kasia> :)
<VanderTook> Ars: Catch
Raenar punches vander just for the hell of it.
<Ru`ach> Kas: Watch it! That was damn close!
<Arsenal> "Well, I'm glad about one thing; at least she's on our side."
Trent walks over to Vander. "Hmm...I'll have to operate. Someone hand me a 
baseball bat."
SteveM shoots an explosive disk at Vander
<Kasia> "Sorry, dorobo."
VanderTook: DCC SEND vanorigin.txt (204.186.53.220)
bonfire hands Trent a screwdriver. "This'll work?"
Raenar hands trent a baseball bat
<SteveM> (when the Starsiege Tribes/Unreal influence spreads...)
<Kasia> "Sorry, no baseball bats. How about a tailpipe?"
<Arsenal> well.. if you've all bashed him already... time to hand out 
Experience...
Kasia sends a message to DS
<Kasia> Ars: Sounds good.
Trent takes both the screwdriver and baseball bat. "Thank you. Now, to perform 
surgery with BLUNT OBJECTS!!!"
VanderTook smacks Trent in the shins with a 5" socket wrench
SteveM: DCC SEND lastcmd.txt (209.163.198.146)
Raenar has a '81 chevy exhaust pipe.
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<SteveM> oi DS
<VanderTook> Oi, N'Mor
<N`Mor> *cough* Hiya.
<Kasia> Ay, N'Mor!
Ru`ach watches the Juicer not care?
<Ch`Dith> mooDS
<Arsenal> 'lo N'Moe
Ru`ach waves
<Raenar> hey n'mor
SteveM makes Vander ponder the Bovine with a bowl haircut.
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<Arsenal> Steve:
Arsenal drops an anvil on his typoist
<VanderTook> Ars: Got the tally from last session?
<Arsenal> Steve: 350
<Arsenal> Malik: 350
<Arsenal> Vander: 400
<Arsenal> Trent: 400
<netd00d> hi ppl
<netd00d> need help
<Arsenal> N'Mor: 350
<Raenar> net: what?????????
<Arsenal> Kasia: 350
Trent hmms. "Reflexes are okay." *WHAM* "No need for anaesthesia now," *WHAM* "I 
think I can see some organs," *CRUNCH* "Oops, I think I just made the problem 
worse."
<Arsenal> Ru'ach: 350
<netd00d> need help
N`Mor doesn't have a bowl 'do, has a long mane ;P
<netd00d> about my modem...
<N`Mor> netd00d: Get couselling then
<Kasia> Wrong channel.
<N`Mor> +n
<netd00d> simple hardware prob...
<netd00d> please
<Ch`Dith> net: ... and this is our problem *how* ?
Arsenal sets mode: +sn 
<Ch`Dith> net: This is an RPG chan, not a techie helpdesk.
<Arsenal> net: try #help, or #hardware
<netd00d> sorry...
<bonfire> or a bigger irc net.
<netd00d> doesnt exist in this serv...
<Arsenal> Ch'Dith: 350
<Arsenal> Raenar: 300
<netd00d> does anyone here understands a thing about modems=
<Arsenal> everyone tallied?
<netd00d> ?
<N`Mor> it doesn't exist in this channel either ;)
<SteveM> Yup, and I levelled
<Arsenal> net: take it someplace else, please.
<VanderTook> Ars: Yep
<Raenar> ars: 300 hwat?
SteveM rolls his HP... +4
<Raenar> smack typist\
<Kasia> Well, it might have something to do with static buildup. Try dropping 
your computer on your desk from about five feet up to destaticize it.
Trent hands the baseball bat back to Raenar and the screwdriver back to Kats. 
"Thanks for the tools, but I'm afraid that this patient, even though he was in 
more or less perfect health, could not be saved."
Ch`Dith eyes Rae, really hopes that he's joking.
<Arsenal> Rae: *eyeroll* that's your experience from last session.
<netd00d> shit!thanx for the help ppl
Arsenal hits Rae.  "now Pay Attention!"
<Trent> "I guess that's why I'm a warrior and not a doctor."  ;)
<N`Mor> You're welcome... that'll be a $50 consultation fee
<netd00d> hope the big cyan bloodbane eats you for breakfast
<Kasia> nat: Er... that's sarcasm.
<Kasia> net even
<netd00d> :/
<SteveM> anybody know the base on Basic Mechanics?
<Arsenal> Steve: lemme check..
<netd00d> c'mon it's simple:can any1 explain me on how to lower the sound that 
my modem makes when i connect to an isp???
<Arsenal> 30%+5%
<Arsenal> net: ask it someplace else.
<VanderTook> net: Take it elsewhere
<N`Mor> Only for an upfront fee
<Arsenal> Excuse me while I excercise a privilige...
<Ch`Dith> net: 1) We're not here to answer tech questions; 2) You can't.
<netd00d> :/
<VanderTook> Ars: Please do
<Kasia> net: Sure. Unplug the phone cord bit, wrap the head in foil, and plug it 
back in.
Arsenal has kicked netd00d from #rifts (Take it to #Winhelp.)
<Ch`Dith> net: and TAKE IT TO A CHANNEL THAT IS ABOUT TECHNICAL PROBLEMS!
<Ru`ach> Ch'D: you can. I did it. That's why I'm actually online in the 
afternoon.
<Kasia> Oh, dear. I hope that doesn't cause permenant damage.
Arsenal eyerolls.
<Ru`ach> Kas: of course it does. :)
<Arsenal> Now, did everyone get their experience points?
<Ch`Dith> yep.
<Trent> Kas: I hope it does.
<Trent> Ja.
<Kasia> Ars: *nod*
<Raenar> yep
<VanderTook> Ars: Yes
<Ru`ach> *nod*
<bonfire> no?
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<bonfire> *ducks*
<Kasia> bon: You wanna roll up a char and play? :)
<Trent> . o O (Mebbe it would be simpler to ask who didn't get their experience 
points)
<Arsenal> Okay... now, IIRC, the team was headed due south, with the sun 
starting to set.
VanderTook points experiencedly at kat
bonfire fades into out of character mode.
Trent whacks Vander with da Belf.
<VanderTook> :)
<Arsenal> Trent: hey... don't abuse the Belf like that... yet
<SteveM> <OOC> Speaking of the Belf...
<Trent> Bah, it wouldn't even dent 'im.
Kasia looks up at the fading sun and shivers. "Are we going to get there soon?"
<SteveM> *to Raenar* "Why are you leaving the Hummer?"
Raenar whacks trent for no reason
<Raenar> coming back for it later.
<Arsenal> Sergio pipes in.. "It probably won't be there later."
<VanderTook> <OOC> Rae: Use " " to show IC talking
Ch`Dith eyes the cybered one. "You do realize that it's not likely to be here 
later?"
<SteveM> "Raenar, this is a world after a big Oops. Sergio's right, it probably 
will not be there when we get back. Or at the very least, it'll be there, but 
just on blocks."
Kasia snorts. "Whatever."
Trent clicks his helmet over to nightsight and watches for anything moving, 
other than the ground and the rest of the party.
VanderTook me activates the thermals in his helmet
<Raenar> "I got everything out of it before we left. there's nothing in it."
<Trent> Ars: We were riding, were we not?
<Arsenal> Trent: we were.
<SteveM> "I take it you don't want to go back for it. Very well."
Kasia radios, "We don't have time to go back for it. Not unless we want to die. 
Quickly."
<VanderTook> <to Steve> "That's OK. I got the location of that wreck marked on 
our map. We can come back for more pickings later."
<Arsenal> okay... Raenar, remove the hummer from your character sheet.  I'll 
send you the stats for the hoverharley later.
<SteveM> *to Vander* "I know you did. Nice work."
Trent chuckles, mutters to himself. "For once I actually agree with you Kaisa."
<Trent> *radioed* "Steve, Vander, what the hell WAS that thing?"
<VanderTook> <to Trent> " 'ell if I know. Steve?"
<SteveM> "I honestly don't know what it was. I know we didn't have stuff like 
that in my old outfit."
<VanderTook> "Looked like some kinda mobile repair shop to me."
<Arsenal> "Yet," Raoul mutters, "it had parts for the fancy tank you drive.  
What's up with that?"
<Raenar> kasia: why do you think I decided NOT to go get it.
Kasia frowns. "What *was* your old outfit?"
<VanderTook> <to Raoul> "Stev's from the same universe that thing's from. Or 
else one a lot like his."
<VanderTook> +e
<SteveM> "It came from an expedition before my time."
<Arsenal> Vander: Steve *did* confide this to you?
<VanderTook> <OOC> When talking In Character, USE YOUR QUOTATION MARKS!!!!
<Arsenal> he *has* been keeping his D-Bee nature a *SECRET*
<VanderTook> <OOC> Ars: I think so.
<Arsenal> I think this is Steve's call...
<Arsenal> Steve: did you confide this to Vander, or not?
<SteveM> Ars: Not at this time.
<Arsenal> Okay...
Ch`Dith <OOC> is missing most of this convo apart from emotional charges
<VanderTook> <OOC> OK. Strike my last statement
<Arsenal> Vander's comment is scratched.
N`Mor <ooc> sings, o/~ RETCON o/~
<Trent> <ooc> Mebbe we should get Ch'Dith a radio.
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "I thought I told you that when we first met."
Arsenal docks Vander 25 XP for that.
<VanderTook> <OOC> Trent: At Frt Reid :)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> I'll fire a 'pathic query at one o'ye when my curiosity 
overcomes my sence of discretion. 
<Arsenal> okay... time in... continue.
Kasia frowns, and replies, "I don't remember it. But then, I was a little 
harried. What's up?"
<SteveM> "I'll tell you later, Kasia."
Trent glances around paranoidedly. *muttered* "I don't like this, it's too damn 
quiet."
Kasia raises her eyebrows, but says, "Sure."
<VanderTook> <to Steve> "Yah! I'd like to know where yer tank cae from, meself."
SteveM <OOC> watches Trent tempt fate.
<VanderTook> +m
<Trent> <ooc> Enh, either he had something planned or he didn't.
Ch`Dith <OOCly> wonders how Malik'd react to the news of his (current) CO being 
a D-Bee and theoretically an "inhuman demon that should be shot on sight" ?
<Trent> *crosses fingers*
Kasia <OOC> helps the dwagon. %)
<SteveM> <OOC> Why do ya think I'm being more dodgy than Bill Clinton on that 
subject?
<Arsenal> All of a sudden, a flock of bats buzzes Raenar.
Ru`ach <OOC> chuckles, but helpsn't
Raenar ducks
Trent helps 'em too. That should be... interesting.
N`Mor just remains usually silent, listening to the crackling chatter over his 
half-functional radio, and trying to drown out the thoughts in his head.
<Kasia> "The... hell was that?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Steve: question withdrawn. 
<Arsenal> the flock turns directions, and buzzes Trent
<SteveM> <OOC> I figure I'll tell you all later.
Trent dodges. *radioed* "STEVE, we've got problems!"
<VanderTook> "Cor! Thanks a lot Trent!"
SteveM rechecks his armor, making sure everything is resealed.
Ru`ach bites her lip
<Arsenal> the flock then turns around, and buzzes Ru`ach
<Raenar> " I told you guys we needed to leave quicker!"
<Kasia> <OOC> Thank you, Trent, for *not* saying "We've got company" :)
Ch`Dith eyes the flock of bats with a total lack of apparent concern.
<SteveM> "Anybody wanna give these twerps something to think about?"
Ru`ach dodges, almost falls off the bike
<Arsenal> the bats then scatter...
Trent pulls out his Super Soaker. "With Pleasure."
<Raenar> "Let's lay the smack down."
<VanderTook> <to Steve> "Let's!"
<Arsenal> ... and disappear into the night.
Raenar pulls out his gun
Kasia grabs her water pistol, rolls the window down partway, looks around for 
where the bats went
<Trent> . o O (Boy, I'm glad I'm wearing my HEAVY armor.)
<SteveM> <OOC> "Tonight, the part of Raenar will be played by Rocky Maivia."
VanderTook is glad he's got a canopy over his Hog
<Trent> "Scheisse, where the hell did they go?"
Ch`Dith . o O (They were not dangerous.)
<Trent> . o O (Maybe not THEM, but...)
Kasia . o O (Don't speak too soon, Dragon...)
<SteveM> *loudhailed for the dwagon's benefit* "At least not yet."
<VanderTook> <to all> "Let's just get the snad outta here before they come 
back!"
<SteveM> "Absolutely."
<Kasia> "Agreed, runt!"
VanderTook guns his throttle and pulls up next to the Plow
<Raenar> "yeah"
<Trent> "Wow, no kidding."
SteveM speeds up some more, trying to get to Ft. Reid on the double.
<Ru`ach> "Like I have an say in this..."
<VanderTook> <radioes to Ru> "That's right! Now move yer bum!"
Kasia radios, "Unless you're suicidal, dorobo, you'll stay with us."
<Arsenal> "You could always *leave*," Malik grumbles at her.
Trent begrumbles the bug, takes rearguard.
Kasia floors the accelerator, catches up with Steve
VanderTook falls back to ride next to Trent
<Ru`ach> "Gee, thanks. Yeah, I'll just grab my things and go in mid Vamp-land. 
What do I look like?"
Ru`ach speeds up.
<VanderTook> <to Ru> "Don't make me say it. The babe's mad enough at me 
already."
<VanderTook> :)
<Trent> "Ignore Malik, he hasn't gotten any in the past couple years.  If then."
<VanderTook> <to Trent> "Any what?"
Raenar guns the engine. rides in the middle of the pack
SteveM makes sure his radio's off before letting out that chuckle.
Trent glances over at Vander. "Nevermind."
Kasia laughs, into the radio. "Poor, poor nazi."
<Arsenal> Malik radios over, "If you *have* to ask, Runt, you *don't* want to 
know."
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Anyway, as I was saying, why were you so hostile to Ru'ach 
in Del Rio?"
<VanderTook> <to Malik> "Right. If you say I don't wanna know, I wanna know."
Trent ponders making some cracks about Malik and female dogboys, decides not to. 
At least not for now. ;)
N`Mor idly watches the pack pull far ahead for him before it sinks in. He 
smashes the pedal into the floor and grinds to a higher gear. Brief plumes of 
flame jet from the rig's stacks.
Kasia switches to a private band. "Uhh..."
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Ru`ach> "Hobbit person, you *don't* want to know."
<SteveM> . o O (Questions to Ponder: Has Raenar actually killed anybody? Does 
Malik have any hormones?)
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<VanderTook> <OOC> Steve: "Waiter! Reality Check Please!" :)
<Trent> "And Ru, you'll notice how he isn't bothering to deny it?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rae couldn't threaten a sick carrier pigeon, and aren't hormones 
surgically removed during CS intel training?
Ru`ach chuckles.
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Kasia> "Well, she's a theif. A bad one, too. She was tryying to pick your 
pocket in broad daylight, and then she had the gall to lie about it!"
<SteveM> *on the private chan to Kasia* "Hey, it won't reach her ears."
VanderTook spends the rest of the ride keeping an eye on his RADAR.
<Kasia> "... I guess I just don't like her. I don't like *magic.*"
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "I take it your respect for thieves and liars is about the 
same as Malik's toward anybody not even close to him."
Trent is SERIOUSLY tempted to make his dogboy crack, restrains himself.
<Kasia> <OOC> And now, we have Kasia's hypocritical persona? ;)
<Ru`ach> <OOC> %)
<VanderTook> <OOC> Kasia: :)
<Arsenal> Malik keeps his comments to himself..
<Kasia> "Actually... well, yeah." Pause. "Especially bad ones."
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "I can understand where it comes from, but that doesn't give 
you a license to bite her head off every chance you get."
Ch`Dith . o O (What she does, Singer, is not that different from what you do. 
You may express your arts differently but the end result is the same... and we 
all have to make our own way.)
Raenar checks his radio. flips through the stations.
<Kasia> "She claimed to - and-" Kasia bites her tongue.
<Arsenal> Rae: static on all of 'em...
Ch`Dith senses Kas' embarassment and withdraws from the conversation.
Kasia . o O (I *understand* what I do, dragon. I don't understand magic.)
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "It's all right... we'll pick this up later."
Trent idly glances around for anything !the party.
<Raenar> "darnit!"
<VanderTook> . o O <at his RADAR> (No blips. No blips. I don't wanna see any 
blips. No beeps, no creeps, no sweeps! Stay clear of blips!)
<Arsenal> except for a music station on the far end of the AM dial, which breaks 
to a commercial for a blood drive.
Kasia slushes, nods to herself, and switches back to the main band.
<Kasia> err...
Kasia takes a vorpal blade to her typist. Snicker-snack.
Kasia takes a vorpal blade to her typist. Snicker-snack.
Kasia takes a vorpal blade to her typist. Snicker-snack.
<SteveM> "Raenar, what's wrong?"
<Kasia> Blushes, even.
<Arsenal> you lose the signal soon afterwards.
<Raenar> *to Vander* "How much farther is it?"
<Raenar> *to steve* "no radio stations"
<Kasia> <OOC> You know, I oughta switch back to a dvorak - I didn't make as many 
typoes. ;)
Ch`Dith . o O (Wouldn't it be wiser to light a candle and illuminate the 
darkness rather than curse and fear it?)
<VanderTook> <to Rae> "Too far."
Arsenal notices Rae miss part of the description...
SteveM eyerolls for a moment. "Builds character, boy."
Kasia . o O (Oh, and so you're gonna teach me about magic? Or should I ask 
*her?*)
<bonfire> <ooc> "blood drive" in vamp territory, having a horribly sinsister 
meaning.
Ch`Dith <OOC> .o(Blood drive. In Vamp Country.)
<Trent> *muttered* "I really wish I still had my CD collection."
<SteveM> <OOC> He ain't the only one.
<Arsenal> Sergio rummages around in the cab.  "Any particular tastes?"
VanderTook hums a Wierd All song to himself.
<SteveM> "Got any Doors, Sergio?"
<Kasia> <OOC> "Well, Steve, I'm being such a bitch to Ru because her player and 
mine have an agreement to work out our mutual frustration through RPG 
therapy..."
<Arsenal> "Yeep."
Ru`ach begins humming "Sloop John B." again.
Raenar decides to play a tape. Grabs his Pink Floyd.
Kasia unconciously picks up on the tune and starts singing along with Ru
<Arsenal> soon, the sounds of "People Are Strange" fill the radios
<SteveM> <OOC> *to Ru'ach* "Keep this up and this will become your theme song."
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Kas: %)
<Raenar> "I can live with that."
Ch`Dith . o O (What I know I have to learn from myself. I doubt I could help 
you. Why not learn from one who already knows? Maybe you can teach her your 
arts, as well.)
N`Mor doesn't have a radio and is thus ignorant.
Kasia shrugs, stops singing, starts listening.
<Trent> N'M: I thought you did.
<Arsenal> N`M: you have a CB, right?
Kasia . o O (I'm not *that* eager to learn about magic. I'd sooner ask Malik.)
Ru`ach stops humming. Wasn't really singing.
Ch`Dith . o O (*silence*)
<Raenar> ***nightmares of "Lost Boys" comes to Raenar's mind***
<N`Mor> Oh, it's across the two-way? Err. maybe I do then ;)
<Arsenal> heheh
VanderTook gets a morbid thougt, but supresses it before the dragon can pick up 
on it. (He hopes)
<N`Mor> Bah, it's half-b0rkes, maybe I just missed it for a bit ;)
<Arsenal> the music soon switches to "Riders on the Storm"
<Kasia> brb
<Trent> <ooc> I hope that isn't foreshadowing.  Or maybe I hope it is.
SteveM unconsciously sings along.
Arsenal <OOC> pops in said Doors CD...
N`Mor twitches his ears. "Ugh, noise."
<Kasia> back
<Arsenal> Anyways... by now, you're halfway to Ft. Reid, and the sun is starting 
to rise in the east...
<Arsenal> you've driven all night.
Kasia gets sleepy, uses her psi to stay awake
N`Mor assists.
<Trent> *looks at the sun rising* "About damn time."
<SteveM> . o O (I sure hope this nocturnal session wasn't foreshadowing.)
<VanderTook> <to Steve> "Hey! Hows about we stop fer a short half-death?"
Raenar drinks some coffee out of his bottle.
<Arsenal> Ch'Dith: you sense, off to the west, a number of vamps slipping under 
the ground.
SteveM actually nods off for a bit before rudely awaking himself
Ch`Dith glances westward sharply
<Ch`Dith> How many? 
VanderTook is used to staying awake for long stretches. Lived with two college 
kids in Tuckburough.
<Arsenal> "What is it, Dragon?" Raoul states over the loudspeaker, flying near 
the dragon.
SteveM <OOC> sees his player credit his uncanny dramatic timing... the mp3 he 
just queued was called "Just Another Day."
N`Mor <ooc> flashes to Carpenter's: Vampires
Trent idly thanks his injection thingie for letting him ignore the fact that he 
should be damn tired.
<Arsenal> Ch: three.
Ch`Dith . o O (Vampires. Several. Just went dormant, from the feel of it.)
Ch`Dith . o O (Three of them.)
<SteveM> "anything going on up *YAWN* there?"
<Trent> Ch'D: Wideband?
<Ch`Dith> yah
<Arsenal> Malik looks up.  "You *sure* about that, Dragon?"
<Trent> . o O (How about we go do some digging, then?)
N`Mor grumbles. . o O (More noise in my head.)
<VanderTook> <to Trent> "I'd rather get some sleep."
<Arsenal> Malik yawns.  "I'm ready for some shut-eye as well, boss."
<Ru`ach> "Great. Can we deal with this some other time, like after 15 or 16 
hours of sleep?"
<SteveM> "They can wait until we've rested, damn them. Any relation to those 
bats we saw earlier?"
Raenar feels his eyes sag. "same here."
Ch`Dith . o O (I can sense evil. Contrary to humans, I never have the need to 
question my senses.)
Ch`Dith . o O (No. I felt nothing from those.)
<Trent> "Sure.  You want me to take care of 'em while you're sleeping?"
<SteveM> "Nah, we'll handle them first and then get some sleep."
<VanderTook> <OOC> Rae: As a BELF, you don't need as much sleep as humans. You 
should be good for 3 or 4 days without it.
<Arsenal> Rae: he's right..
Ch`Dith . o O (*to malik alone* Although I wonder who is worse; at least *they* 
do not inflict their evil upon their own species.....)
Kasia radios, "I can go another hour, maybe. No more."
<Trent> "Okay.  Should just be a quick matter of digging them up.  15 minutes, 
tops."
<Arsenal> Malik grumbles...
<Raenar> "Van: it's been 3 days without sleep"
<VanderTook> <to Steve> "Do we have to?"
<Ru`ach> "What the hobbit said."
<SteveM> "Like Trent said, 15 minutes, and then we sleep."
<Ru`ach> "Joy."
<Kasia> "Okay. I can live with fifteen minutes."
<VanderTook> "Roit. Lead th' way."
<Arsenal> Malik snorts derisively.. "I can live with that."
<SteveM> . o O (Which way was it again?)
Ch`Dith banks westward.
<Trent> . o O (Ch'Dith, if you'd do us the honor?)
<Arsenal> Ch: only a mile distant.
VanderTook follows the dwagon
<Kasia> <OOC> "I was *not* in your head, Naziman!" ;)
Raenar follows Ch`Dith
Kasia follows the followers
<Raenar> brb
<VanderTook> <OOC> Order of the Dwagon :)
SteveM follows the Dragon, gets to the site, and promptly shifts to Guardian 
mode for some Heavy Ion excavation.
<Arsenal> On your way there, you pass over a small stream that flows south...
Ru`ach follows everyone.
<Arsenal> by this time, the sun is clearly visible.
VanderTook pops a wheelie and fires his nitros to get over it
<Kasia> "Looks like a good campsite, there."
SteveM loves Ground Effects. :)
<Raenar> bak
Ch`Dith . o O (Does anyone know if there's any truth to the rumors of vampires 
not being able to cross running water?)
Kasia <OOC> listens to the Contact Soundtrack and Creepy Airplane Music %)
Ch`Dith unconcernedly flies over it.
<Trent> . o O (Only in that they dissolve in it.)
<VanderTook> <to Ch'D> "I think so."
<Trent> . o O (So, yes.)
<Arsenal> ch: once there, you sense three distinct "graves"
Kasia . o O (Running water is our friend.)
<SteveM> . o O (Fall back point if needed. Check.)
N`Mor attempts to plow straight through the stream.
<Arsenal> N`M: it's shallow enough
<Arsenal> you barely get the tires wet
Raenar hovers over the stream
Ch`Dith heads for the nearest
Trent unconcernedly drives through/over the stream. Rapidly.
<N`Mor> Oh.. neat.
Trent parks next to one of the "graves"
<Arsenal> Trent: you splash Sergio's windshield. :)
<Trent> *chuckle*
VanderTook parks the Hog, makes sure he's loaded with silver rounds, and keeps 
his shotgun ready.
<Arsenal> Raoul lands nearby...
SteveM asks Ch'Dith to point out a "grave" and points the Plow's main gun at it.
Raenar parks his hog.
Kasia climbs out of the Bug and locks it, turning on the defenses just in case.
VanderTook sticks close to Trent
Ch`Dith points out one, then marks the others with crudely dug Xes across them
Raenar grabs his bow and arrows
Trent glances up at Steve. "Does that thing have a blast radius?"
N`Mor climbs down out of his rig, looking rather preoccupied.
Ru`ach stops, stays on the bike. "I seem to be able to do nothing against them. 
I'm not going anywhere."
SteveM looks at Trent. "Shouldn't be more than a meter or two."
<Ch`Dith> Ars: how deep?
Kasia glances at Ru. "As long as you really go nowhere, fine with me."
<Arsenal> ch: three feet.
<VanderTook> <to Ru> "I thought you said ye was a magic user."
<Trent> "Good."  He pulls out a shovel and starts digging *RAPIDLY* at one of 
the "graves"
<Ru`ach> *to Van* "Yeah, so?"
SteveM takes an ion cannon shot at the second "grave"
Kasia focuses her teek at the other grave, starts moving soil
Ch`Dith starts digging out the third.
<VanderTook> <to Ru> "Magic their butts back to the Stone Age!"
<Arsenal> Trent: as soon as you hit "flesh", the vampire screams in agony, and 
disintegrates.
Kasia works with the dragon
<Trent> Good.
<Ru`ach> *to Van* "S'not like I can do anything I want."
<SteveM> Ars: Any effects?
<Arsenal> Steve: the vampire is unhuirt by the blast... but soon disintegrates 
in the sunlight.
<Trent> "That's one down!"
<VanderTook> <to Ru> "Then what's th' use o' bein' a mage?"
<Ru`ach> brb
<SteveM> Ars: That was the idea. 
<Arsenal> I knew it was...
<Ru`ach> b
<Trent> *glances over at the crater left by the VHT* "Make that 2."
<Arsenal> Kasia: when yours is uncovered, the same happens to her.
Ch`Dith shovels large scoops of earth and soil out of the way
Raenar starts diggiin grave three
<SteveM> . o O (It is almost unfair. It's murder, pure and simple, but why don't 
I feel anything?  It seems like flushing terds down the can.)
Ch`Dith looks up, holds up three talons.
<Ru`ach> *to Van* "To get good enough to be able to do anything you want. 'Till 
then, you're stuck."
Trent gets back on his bike. "That's all of them. Lets go make camp."
Ch`Dith . o O (What they were died no-one knows how long ago. )
<VanderTook> <to Ru> "Then get good at what you do."
<Kasia> "Amen, chem-boy."
Raenar gets on his hog.
<SteveM> *to Ru* "I think what Van's trying to say is that you don't get good 
without practice."
Ru`ach starts the bike. *To Van* "Someday."
SteveM converts the Plow back to Transport and heads back across the stream.
<Arsenal> Okay... you've arrived at the campsite...
VanderTook gets back to the Hog, follows the others to the camp.
<Arsenal> and you've slept for about seven hours...
Kasia obediently sleeps for seven hours
Ru`ach helps
<Raenar> ars: about what time is it?
<Trent> <ooc> Not so good of an idea, but what the hell.
SteveM does so as well... Thank you, PlowAlarmClock.
<Arsenal> You're awakened by the sounds of hovercycles roaring past you.
Kasia awakens
VanderTook awakens to yell," What th' fark?!"
N`Mor groans. "Noise, noise, noise. When will it cease?"
<Trent> *blink* "What the hell?"
<Ru`ach> "Five more minutes, mom."
SteveM wakes up, tries to get a fix on the hovercycles... "The hell?
<SteveM> +"
<Raenar> "If someone stole my bike I'm gonna be pissed!"
Kasia climbs to her feet and reaches for her watergun
Ch`Dith looks around, tries to gauge 'em for hostility or friendliness
<Arsenal> Two of the hovercycles stop nearby... they're standard Rifts-world 
hoverbikes..
VanderTook grabs his shotgun and trains it on the newcomers]
<VanderTook> -]
Ru`ach gets up. Mutters something in Hebrew.
Raenar grabs his chaingun
Trent checks his "standard" weapons, walks over to the newcomers.
<Arsenal> On one of them is a man of indeterminate age wearing buckskins... the 
other is ridden by a Psi-Stalker...
SteveM stands up in the Plow's seat, checks out the newcomers with his binocs.
<VanderTook> <to the newcomers> "What do you want?"
Kasia looks up, watches it be day. Reaches for her energy pistol
Raenar aims at the strangers
Kasia grimaces. "Damn..."
SteveM 's eyes harden at the sight of the Psi-Stalker.
<Arsenal> "I was just about to ask you the same thing," the man states.  "Name's 
Grizzly Carter, of the Rangers."
<Trent> "Well, hello there.  What the hell do you guys want?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> That's not good odds for "friendly"
<Kasia> <OOC> Good hobbit. ;)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Shadow action all around!
<Ru`ach> <OOC> NOOOOO!!!!!
<Trent> Ars: I have heard of Reid's Rangers, no?
<Kasia> <OOC> And good Trent, too. ;)
N`Mor looks around groggily, and suddenly snaps awake with a snarl.
<Raenar> "What's the problem?"
<SteveM> "You mean Reid's Rangers?"
<VanderTook> <ooc> Ru: Shadows with chocolate action :)
<Arsenal> Carter nods.
<Kasia> <OOC> That was bad, Van.
<Kasia> <OOC> That was cruel.
<Kasia> <OOC> :)
<Arsenal> Trent: yes, you have..
<Trent> Kas: <ooc> No it wasn't.
<Trent> Thought so.
<VanderTook> "Who the snad are the Rangers?"
<Arsenal> Trent: you recognize Carter, and his companion as Meetal the Butcher.
<SteveM> "You wouldn't know anything about a brochure for you guys being left 
about 200 miles back?"
Kasia frowns, puzzled. "Who? And who... is... the... stalker?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> bbias
<Raenar> "brochure?"
<Arsenal> Carter chuckles to himself.  "Yes, I would.  I planted it there myself 
a week ago."
VanderTook keeps his shotgun aimed at the Stalker
<Arsenal> Rae: read the log from last week.
<SteveM> "You have a sense of humor, sir."
Kasia isn't quite aiming her pistol at teh Stalker. Quite.
<Arsenal> "When dealing with vampires, my good man, it helps to keep a sense of 
levity."
Trent chuckles. "I have to agree with Steve, there."
<SteveM> *chuckle* "Or dealing with my companions."
<Kasia> "Yeah. A sense of humor and a Psi-Stalker."
<Arsenal> Meetal fixes Kasia with a gaze.  "I mean neither you nor your 
companions any harm, Melter."
<SteveM> "You're headed toward Fort Reid, right?"
Kasia growls slightly. "You *better* not."
Raenar figures they're friendly goes back to sleep.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> b
N`Mor eyes the Stalker warily, fingers drumming idly on the handle of the 
sheathed sword clutched in his hands.
<Arsenal> Carter nods.  "We've been out on patrol for a few days, and are headed 
back now."
Kasia takes a deep breath, then shoves her pistol back in its holster.
Trent chuckles at Meetal. "Well, that's a nice change of pace."
<Arsenal> "I take it the Fort is your destination as well?"
VanderTook wishes he had gotten his laser rifle off the Hog before going to 
sleep
<SteveM> "You'll have to excuse the psis in my party. The last time we ran into 
a Psi-Stalker, it got messy."
<SteveM> "Yes, sir."
VanderTook puts his shotgun back in its holster
Trent idly lets Steve do the talking.
Raenar puts away his chain-gun and pulls out a deck of cards.
<Arsenal> Carter extends his hand to Steve.  "There is safety in numbers.  
Perhaps you should ride with us for the rest of the trip.  We should be 
approaching the fort by nightfall."
<VanderTook> <OOC> Rae: I thought you went back to sleep.
SteveM eyes Raenar... thought you went back to sleep.
Ru`ach eyes the Psi-stalker. Grumbles.
N`Mor doesn't really budge from where he is.
Arsenal idly hits Rae... pay attention for a change.
Kasia glances at the belf, idly ponders using that laser.
<Raenar> couldn't sleep. 
<VanderTook> <OOC> Say that next time before transitioning
<SteveM> "An excellent suggestion, Mr. Carter. Steve Mitchell."
SteveM takes Carter's hand.
<Arsenal> "So, shall we ride?"
<Raenar> "Let's go!"
<SteveM> "Yes, I suppose we should."
VanderTook packs up his sleeping gear, stows it on the Hog
<Ch`Dith> Ars: I take it they scan clean?
Kasia stows her sleepstuff, gets in the Bug
<Arsenal> Ch: yes.
Trent walks over to his Tarantula, fires it up. "Yes, let's."
Raenar packs his stuff.
<SteveM> "Ok, let's get back on the road!" *hops back into the Plow and starts 
it up*
Raenar gets on his hog and kicks it on.
VanderTook guns the Hog to life. "Let's move it! I ant some real coffee before 
nightfall!"
Ch`Dith stands on his hind legs, stretches, spreads his wings and leaps to the 
air
Ru`ach gets on the bike with the very little stuffle she took off before going 
to sleep. Fires it up.
Kasia <OOC> watches her elbow hurt like hell. :P
<Arsenal> Okay... it is just after nightfall as the team pulls into the fort... 
the place is grand, and appears nearly impenetrable.
<Trent> "Wow.  I've heard about this place, but...."
Kasia whistles
SteveM lets out a low whistle. 
<Raenar> "***whistle*** looks like fort knox."
<Arsenal> the fort is surrounded by a giant stone wall, with moats surrounding 
it both inside and outside the wall.
<VanderTook> "Oi, Meetal! There any place here to get a good meal?"
<Kasia> "Jinx."
<SteveM> . o O (Looks almost as good as the old HQ back in Monument.)
Ch`Dith is duly impressed.
Ru`ach looks around wide eyed.
VanderTook thinks Fort Reid looks like Stonehenge
<Arsenal> What appear to be water cannon line the top of the wall...
<Trent> *to Carter or someone* "Nice place you guys got here."
<SteveM> *to Vander* "Think about it. You're asking a Psi-Stalker where to get 
food.*
<Trent> <ooc> +shame if something happened to it.   ;)
<SteveM> s/*/"/
<Arsenal> Ch: for a reason you can't put your finger on, you sense a touch of 
evil eminating from the fort.
<VanderTook> <to Steve> "Point."
Ch`Dith hesitates.
<Trent> <ooc> Uh oh.
<Arsenal> Meetal chuckles.. "There are a numbe of good eateries inside.
<Arsenal> Ch: you also sense another dragon inside.
SteveM lifts his visor up
<Ch`Dith> Oy.
<Ch`Dith> Connected?
<Arsenal> ch: unknown.
<Raenar> *to carter* "where's your armory?
<VanderTook> <to Ch'D> Oi! What's up, dwagon?"
<Ch`Dith> Ars: connected to the sense of evil I'm getting?
<Kasia> "Food sounds good right now."
<Arsenal> ch: not that you can tell...
Ch`Dith . o O (Something I cannot quite place. )
<SteveM> *to Rae* "As if they'd let outsiders in their armory."
<Ru`ach> "I'll second that. I'm starved."
Ch`Dith . o O (Something... wrong. aberrant. malevolent.... )
<SteveM> *to kas* "Amen."
Arsenal eyerolls... Rae: get your mind off of weaponry for a minute, 'k?
Kasia . o O (Oh, great.)
Ch`Dith growls, shakes his head trying to clear it.
<Trent> "Food sounds VERY damn good right now.  Take me to your eatery."  . o O 
(Geez, that sounded cliched)
<VanderTook> <to Ch'D> "Sheez! Can't wwe go anywhere and not have ta worry about 
that?"
<SteveM> . o O (And obviously, something not easily defined.)
Ch`Dith . o O (I can't point anything down, though, and that of itself is 
strange.)
<Arsenal> ch: it nags you in the back of your mind... the sense of the dragon is 
much more refined.
Kasia frowns, tries to get a reading on the place herself. (6th Sense)
<Arsenal> Kasia: nothing.
Ch`Dith . o O (There's also another dragon here.)
<Ch`Dith> Ars: details?
<Arsenal> ch: Ice dragon, feminine.
<VanderTook> <OOC> Ars: Is my 6th bugging me?
<Arsenal> Vander: nope
N`Mor grumbles idly, and tried to mindblock out all the chitterchatter.
<VanderTook> <OOC> OK
<N`Mor> s/tried/tries/
Ch`Dith sends a mental greeting to the dragon
SteveM turns to Carter. "What place do you recommend here?"
Raenar pulls up next to vander. "so are we getting food or what?"
<Trent> "Preferably quickly; I haven't eaten anything all day."
<VanderTook> <to Raenar> "I hope so. I could eat a dragon... no offense Ch'D."
<Ch`Dith> Ars: estimate of age? hatchling, mature, elder?
<Arsenal> Carter says, "Les Trois Chevres down the street there is quite nice."
<Ch`Dith> *To Van, preoccupied* "None taken."
<SteveM> *to Raenar* "That's the plan. You may wanna pick your nose up outta the 
back issues of How to Kill magazine now and again."
<VanderTook> <OOC> Dominion Tank Police referrence!
SteveM hmmms.. "Maybe later. Right now, my crew is in a hurry."
<VanderTook> :)
<SteveM> Vander: <OOC> Hard Lock and Fire.
<Trent> "Lez...Tros..Chevy?  Is there someplace easier to pronounce?"
<VanderTook> <OOC> Steve: Don't know that one :)
<Arsenal> Ch: she doesn't respond, but you sense she's an older hatchling of 
anarchist alignment.
<SteveM> Vander: <OOC> Read more Battletech novels.
<Raenar> "Carter: I'm not in the mood for French."
<VanderTook> <OOC> Ah. Haven't read any
<Arsenal> "It'
VanderTook elbows Raenar. "Shaddap! It's food!"
<Ch`Dith> Then I won't bother her further.
Ch`Dith follows the others.
Raenar punches Vander. "That hurt."
N`Mor grumbles repeatly as he joins the others. "'Food' is apparently in the 
mouth of the beholder."
<Arsenal> "It's a mixed menu," Carter states.  "The ones that are easier to 
pronounce are, to be honest, not fit to eat in."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rae: With all that metal inside ye, a lousy prod from a *hobbit* 
hurts you?
<VanderTook> "Food is our friend." *heads for the French place*
Kasia shrugs warily
<SteveM> "I guess we eat there, then."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> ... and you're still some kind of ubertough borg assassin?
<bonfire>  <ooc> this is gonna be interesting, if someone orders escargot.
<Raenar> "well then, I guess it's les tros Chevy"
VanderTook <OOC> smells a wuss
<SteveM> *to Raenar* "And for the last time, there's nothing and nobody to fight 
here."
Ru`ach shrugs, follows.
<Kasia> "Sure... the unpronouncable place, then."
<SteveM> . o O (At least not yet.)
<Trent> "All right then, I guess we'll give this Les...Trout...Chevron a try 
then."
<Arsenal> the place has three goats on the sign...
N`Mor follows for the sake of.. sake of... he's not sure why, he just does.
<Kasia> "The three goats. Okay..."
VanderTook goes in, gets a table
<Arsenal> N`M: got yer blade with ya?
<Raenar> "STeve: I know there's noone to fight."
Ru`ach blinks. "I try to not let first impressions bother me, but this..."
Ch`Dith <OOC> hrms, notes that he has no money or whatever to pay for food or 
anything else.
Raenar goes in gets a booth near the door.
<N`Mor> Ars: I'm attached to it. %)
<Arsenal> inside, the place is much nicer than it looked from outside.
<Kasia> <OOC> 'm sure someone'll pick up your tab... and nobody wants to bill a 
dragon. ;)
Trent follows Vander. "I don't give a damn HOW pretentious it is, so long as it 
has food and lots of it."
<Trent> Ch'D: Rifts Dragons live on magical energy.  You don't need to eat.
<VanderTook> <to Trent> "Amen, my tall honkey bruthah!"
SteveM looks around. "Maybe I should've dressed up for this."
<Arsenal> A waitress, not older than thirteen, comes over to take your orders.
<Trent> "Honkey...?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Kas: Until they manage to drive the Tanks in, that is. }8=>
<Arsenal> <OOC> Feel free to kill the hobbit for the honkey ref..
<Kasia> <OOC> }:8)
VanderTook orders stuff he can pronounce
<Trent> "So, what's the largest order you have?"
Kasia orders Ceasar salad and chicken.
Ru`ach orders meatless things. Hopes they're not too bad.
Raenar orders a california cheeseburger. no onion.
SteveM orders roast beef. "No offense, N'mor."
N`Mor eyes the waitress warily, gesturing at Ru'ach. "What she is having.. but 
more green."
VanderTook orders a large dinner platter of chicken parmassana with pata and 
garlic bread :9
N`Mor justs casts Steve a baleful glance.
Arsenal wonders if Rae can actually eat real food, with his borg physiology
<Trent> Ars: He's a partial, so yeah.
<Arsenal> I mean, RoboCop had to eat baby food. :)
<VanderTook> <OOC> Rae: Are you a full-body borg, or just a limb/organ 
transplant borg?
<N`Mor> mmm, baby food.
Trent randomly picks items from the menu and orders ludicrous amounts of them.
<Trent> <ooc> I'm going to be in for it.
<Raenar> <OOC> Van:partial Borged
<VanderTook> <OOC> OK
SteveM asks for garlic bread too.
<Arsenal> Was the stomach replaced?
VanderTook orders a second platter once he's polished off the first
<SteveM> <OOC> Oh great, it's a Shadowrun refugee.
<Kasia> "Amen on the garlic bread. We're gonna need multiple orders."
<Raenar> no
<VanderTook> <OOC> Huh? What's with the Shadowrun remark?
<Arsenal> While eating, you see an older Stalker and a monsterous D-Bee getting 
drunk over in a corner.
<Ru`ach> "Garlic bread. Mmmm... I'll have some."
<Raenar> "Waiter. I said 'No Onion.'"
<bonfire> <ooc> damn, no escargot? :)
<Arsenal> "I'm telling you, Mii-Tar, a flush beats a straight every time!"
Trent ravenously consumes Random French Things [tm]
<SteveM> <OOC> Raenar's refit specs remind me of Shadowrun.
<Trent> kats: I prolly ordered some, not that I'd notice.  ;)
<VanderTook> <OOC> Oh
<Kasia> <OOC> kat: No. ;)
VanderTook ignores everything around him and eats
<Arsenal> "My friend," the D-Bee replies, "according to the rulebook we pulled 
out of that wreckage, the straight beats the flush!"
Raenar gets catchup for his fries.
SteveM continues to eat.
<Raenar> brb
<VanderTook> *BURP*
VanderTook chugs his ale
N`Mor lifts a tomato and stares blankly at it, before popping it in his mouth.
SteveM looks at Vander. "Your manners?"
Kasia Hails Ceaser.
<VanderTook> <to Steve> "My what?"
Trent eats some crunchy thing he was prolly supposed to take out of its shell or 
something, keeps eating obscene abounts of food as fast as he can.
<SteveM> "Forget it."
<Raenar> bak
<Arsenal> Ch: Your head turns, as a woman with platinum blond hair enters the 
joint.  
Ru`ach eatsn't, glares at the stalker.
<SteveM> "Compared to Trent, who'd notice?"
<Arsenal> You recognize her as the ice dragon.
Ch`Dith looks at the woman.
VanderTook looks over at Ru. "You gonna use that?" picks at her salad.
Raenar whistles to himself.
<SteveM> "You're not eating anything, Sergeant? It's quite good, I assure you."
Ch`Dith nods at her in greeting.
Ru`ach shrugs. Eats.
Ch`Dith . o O (That's her.)
<Arsenal> She fixes Ch`Dith with a solemn gaze.  . o O (What are you doing here, 
young one?
<Arsenal> )
Trent stops shoveling long enough to glare at Steve. "I haven't eaten all day; 
that's about the same as one of you guys going a week without food."
VanderTook looks at Ch'D. "Who?"
<SteveM> . o O (What do you mean, "her"?)
<Arsenal> . o O (this is my territory.  I advise you to leave now, before it is 
too late)
Ch`Dith shifts to english, vocal. "the other dragon I sensed."
VanderTook leans back in his chair, and sips at the rrest of his ale, his 
appetite sated.
SteveM looks at Trent. "Sorry. Forgot about the metabolic part of you.)
<SteveM> "ah."
Ch`Dith . o O (My apologies. I came here with my companions. We will not impose 
long.)
N`Mor fumbles with the tiny fork in his hands, shrugs and tosses it, and resigns 
himself to simply stuffing the greens in his maw.
<Arsenal> the woman is turning heads all over the joint as she saunters over to 
your table.  You hear the Stalker mutter something about "lucky shits."
Trent sighs, sees himself be out of Weird Frence Food [tm]
<VanderTook> <to N'Mor> "Don't inhale the jalepinos. they can be spicey."
<Arsenal> . o O (I should hope so, for your sake.)
Trent looks up... o O (Hello..)
SteveM takes another sip of his beer.
<N`Mor> "The what?" he says, stuffing a fistful of them in his maw.
Raenar drinks his beer and eats his fries. looks up went he hears territory.
SteveM finds his gaze going back to the newcomer dragon.
<Arsenal> . o O (Things have been known to happen to strangers in these parts, 
young one)
<Ru`ach> <OOC> NM: *ow*
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Rae: you didn't hear "territory." I did.
<Arsenal> Rae: She's broadcasting to only Ch`Dith
N`Mor eyes the newcomer, and even he can't help staring.
<Trent> <ooc> Uh, oh.  (Geez, I sure get a lot of use out of that phrase.)
<Raenar> Ch`dith: unles it was telepathic: I understand Dragonese
Ch`Dith . o O (I did sense something evil in this area earlier... But try as I 
might I cannot pinpoint it... )
VanderTook looks at the woman, back at his ale, at the woman, at his ale... o O 
(9.8? 10? Off the scale?"
<Trent> Rae: It was telepathic.
<SteveM> <OOC> awwwwwww shit....
<Arsenal> Rae: . o O usually means telepathic...
<Raenar> oh
Kasia glances at the lady and self-conciously starts overneating her table 
manners
<SteveM> Rae: or just thinking.
<Arsenal> . o O (I'm going out on patrol.  Do not be here when I return.)
<Arsenal> the woman leaves
Trent self conciously wipes his hands off on his napkin.
<Raenar> <OOC> well I thought it meant "translation"
Ch`Dith murmurs, "I think we may have overstayed our welcome....."
<SteveM> . o O (That wasn't her hips swaying, wasn't it?)
<VanderTook> <to Kasia> "Babe, I hate ta break it to yah. You've got 
competition."
<Trent> "Sorry about my table manners."
<Kasia> "Kill it, runt," Kasia growls
Ch`Dith looks at Vander, wonders if his earlier comment slipped over 'is 
'ead....
N`Mor chokes a bit on the peppers. "Augh, fire fruit!"
SteveM shakes himself.... blinks once or twice.
<Arsenal> the Stalker wanders over to the table, bottle in hand.  
"Congratulations.  You just met... and ticked off... Carlotta the White."
Trent resists the impulse to start thinking below the belt. "What do you mean, 
Ch'Dith?"
<Trent> "Oh, so do we win a free round of drinks or something?"
Kasia frowns. "How important is this?"
<SteveM> "If it is a cause for celebration, I think I'll pass."
<N`Mor> "Why does that sound foreboding?"
<Ch`Dith> "As a species, we tend to be isolatory. This is her territory. I have 
until her return to leave this area."
<Ch`Dith> "I do not intend to confront her."
Kasia turns to stare at Ch'dith. "As a spe... she's a dragon?"
Ch`Dith nods.
Kasia feels an immense sense of relief for some reason.
<Trent> . o O (We we're going to be here long anyway.)
<VanderTook> <to Ch'D> "Yeesh! And I thought Barrow wights were snobs!"
<SteveM> *sotto voce* "First person to tell Ch'Dith 'She likes you' gets a trip 
to the woodshed."
<Arsenal> "*chuckle*  I like you, Juicer.  And never mind Carlotta.  She's like 
that with all newcomers."
N`Mor looks a bit relieved as well. He thought he was staring at a human.
Kasia smirks slightly @ Steve
Raenar orders another drink.
<Ch`Dith> "How long do her patrols usually take?"
<Arsenal> "The name's Vyurr Kly.  Drinks are on me."
<SteveM> "Good, because I thought things could've gotten messy."
<SteveM> "Thanks, Vyurr?"
<Raenar> " A toast to Vyurr Kly.
<Trent> "Hey, thanks Vyurr."
Kasia raises her eyebrows. "Well, in that case..." She calls over the waitress 
and orders a real Pina Colada
<VanderTook> <to Vyurr> "Well, if the dragon lady's gonna be a while, is there 
any place in town that needs an Operator for a few jobs?"
<Arsenal> Trent: you recognize him... according to what you remember, he single-
handedly took out over a hundred vampires in one night at Eagle Peak.
SteveM notes he sounded unsure of the name, not of the sentiment.
<Trent> <ooc> Geez, why do I get along with people?
SteveM decides to order a dark beer while he's at it.
<Kasia> Trent: Because you could easily bench-press most of them.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> It's your charming, endearing gentle nature.
<Arsenal> "Of course.  Operators are always welcome here.  Especially the ones 
who can get in places others can't."
<Trent> "Waitress, could you get me a Clan PPC from the bar?"
N`Mor unconciously drums his fingers on his sword, which is laying across his 
lap. He seems to be particularly attached to it for some reason.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Ars: That's a short joke, innit?
Arsenal idly hits Trent for that one.
<Arsenal> Ch: yes. :)
<Trent> Kasia: Get rid of most, I think.  ;)
Ch`Dith <OOCly> snags the Runt's line
<VanderTook> <to Vyurr> "I'll take that as a compliment. Where?"
<Trent> Unless there are some *REALLY* overweight people in town.
<SteveM> <OOC> Now all that sword needs to do for N'Mor is cook, clean, and have 
a circular aperture. *runs*
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Steve: *OW*
<Arsenal> Vyurr points to a man behind the counter.  "Talk to him."
Kasia <OOC> kills Steve. Twice.
VanderTook wanders over to the bar to talk to the man
SteveM gets killed OOCly. kerf'n-ow.
N`Mor <ooc> helps. ;)
<Arsenal> "Now, my fine dragon friend, Carlotta's patrols usually take a week."
<Kasia> <OOC> Well, I guess it's better than Malik... ;)
<Arsenal> "Come, I'll show you around the place."
Raenar follows Vandertook/
SteveM whews... thought I may have had to move dragon in a New York minute.
SteveM catches Vander's eye, mouths "My condolences."
<Ch`Dith> Ars: Was that to all or just me?
<Arsenal> Ch: to all.
SteveM then turns to Kasia, extends his arm. "Shall we take him up on the 
offer?"
<SteveM> s/extends/raises/
Kasia smiles, takes Steve's arm. "Certainly."
<Arsenal> However, as Vyurr starts to head towards the door, Carter enters it, 
followed by Meetal. 
Trent gets up, follows Vyurr.
<Kasia> <OOC>Steve: It's Freudian eitehr way - you might as well give it up. ;)
SteveM smiles back. "Lead on... oh, hello, Mr. Carter."
Ru`ach gets up, attempts to follow
<Raenar> "hey Mr. Carter.
<VanderTook> <to Raenar> "Best stay with the group lad. I can handle anything 
here.
<VanderTook> "
<Arsenal> "Vyurr, Mii-Tar, Planktal-Nakton wants to see you."
Raenar stays behind
Ch`Dith follows the group
VanderTook talks to The Man
<Trent> "I guess that kills our little tour."
<SteveM> *to Vyurr* "Who's this Planktal-Nakton?"
<Arsenal> "Steve, we... I need your help.  There's something brewing, and I 
don't want to involve the Rangers."
<Arsenal> Steve: before you can answer, he's gone.
Kasia listens to warning bells go off in the back of her head
<VanderTook> <to The Man> "I was told to see you about jobs for an Operator."
SteveM grows a sweatdrop.
<Arsenal> Trent: you remember hearing about this Planktal-Nakton... he's a 
sorceror, and second-in-command of the Rangers.
<VanderTook> <OOC> Steve: _; ?
<SteveM> "Go on... what's this all about?"
N`Mor <ooc> watches Steve get all superdeformed.
<SteveM> Vander: <OOC> Darn tootin
<Trent> <ooc> Somehow guessed as much.
<Arsenal> Carter looks around.  "Not here.  We'll talk outside."
<VanderTook> <OOC> Heh :)
Trent nods. "Lead away, sir."
<Arsenal> Vander: the Man puts you to work doing techie stuff... roll 4D6x100 
for pay.
SteveM eases himself out of Kasia's clutches, lets his hand linger at hers for a 
moment, and then motions Carter outside.
<VanderTook> Ars: %)
N`Mor sits around looking lost.
Kasia follows Steve
Ru`ach wonders toward the hobbit. Waits for him to finish business.
Raenar decides to order another drink. by this time he's feelin' a little drunk.
<VanderTook> Ars: 2400!!! %D
<Trent> Van: you know, I DO have absurd amounts of cash
<Kasia> Van: Jawow.
<VanderTook> <OOC> Trent: I don't wanna be a dependant :)
<Kasia> Va: That's your good roll for the rest of the millenia. ;)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Trent: So's JR, albeit not as much as ye
<Ru`ach> kas: :)
<VanderTook> Kasia: Probly :/
<Arsenal> "Look," Carter states, "there's been a few changes in the Rangers 
since we formed.  Doc Reid's grown more... obsessed with taking down the vampire 
kingdoms south of us.  I fear he'll lead us to ruin on a suicide run."
<Trent> Van: Dammit, I have $841k.  I can't spend all of this on my own.
<Ru`ach> Trent: I'll help $)
<SteveM> . o O (Ch'Dith, you getting all this?)
<Trent> "Oh.  That's..." he trails off.
Ch`Dith . o O (Loud and clear. )
<Arsenal> "Yes.  And Planktal-Nakton
Arsenal drops an anvil on his typoist
<SteveM> "I kinda feel the same way about what brings us all the way out here."
Ch`Dith surreptitously relays to the rest of the group
VanderTook does techie stuff, gets Payed[tm] %)
N`Mor doesn't hear since he still has all the chatter mindblocked out.
Kasia frowns. "Figures. Governments do things like that."
<Trent> "Steve, we're reece, not attack."
<SteveM> *to Trent* "Tell that to Malik."
<Arsenal> "Yes.  And Planktal-Nakton's just as bad, maybe even worse.  He's a 
necromancer.  Our General, a Cyber-Knight named Sir Lazarus, is just as evil."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Trent: This is the Coalition States we're talking about.
<Trent> Ch'D: Attack comes later.
Kasia 's eyebrows hide behind her bangs. "An evil Cyber-Knight? This just 
stopped making sense."
<Trent> "So what happens?"
<SteveM> "Makes me wonder if the viper hasn't already been clenched to the 
bosom, so to speak."
<Ch`Dith> Trent: But it almost always comes.
<Trent> Ch'D: Yeah, but my point is that we're NOT here to attack.
<SteveM> "To hear you tell it."
<SteveM> "But enough about Trouble in Paradise. Where do we come in?"
N`Mor <ooc> hrmmmms.... http://209.150.16.220/bullwrought.jpg if anyone was 
actually wondering or cares about the sword. ;)
VanderTook gets back from doing techie stuff. <to Steve> "What'd i miss?"
<Arsenal> "While on patrol last night, Meetal and I came across information on 
where the head vampire of the northernmost vampire civilization sleeps.  But to 
let Doc Reid find out about this would have led to the senseless deaths of 
hundreds of young men and women."
<SteveM> "To hear Grizzly tell it, Vander, something is rotten in the state of 
Fort Reid."
<SteveM> "No doubt on an immediate assault."
<Kasia> <OOC> o/~ We got trouble... / Right here in River City... o/~
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<Arsenal> "Yes."
<Meethos> bak
<Trent> "Basicially, the Rangers aren't equipped to handle it, right?"
<VanderTook> re Raenar
Ru`ach <OOC> shoots Kasia
<SteveM> "Not to mention the resulting power vaccuum."
<Arsenal> "A small infiltration force has a much better chance of doing the 
job."
<Trent> . o O (Oh SHIT.)
Kasia get shocked again. "You're asking US... to..."
N`Mor wanders outside.
<Trent> "How much?"
<N`Mor> "Asking us to do what?"
<Arsenal> "If not you, who else?"
<SteveM> "So you want us to go in and nail this Big Chief bloodsucker?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Hands please from everyone who didn't see this coming?
<VanderTook> <to anyone listening> "Farkin' snad! Glad i picked up those 
Sunlight Flare in Del Rio!"
<VanderTook> +s
<Arsenal> "If this head vampire dies, one fourth of the vampires in Mexico go 
with him.
<Trent> "Steve, if I could have a moment of your attention."
<SteveM> "It won't be easy, and I doubt it will be cheap."
<Meethos> "It better not be."
<SteveM> "If you'll excuse me."
<Arsenal> "Doc Reid would lead hundreds, even thousands, of people into death 
just to satisfy his thirst for glory."
<VanderTook> "Better believe it won't be cheap! Hobbit hides don't come cheap!"
SteveM takes Trent aside. *whispered* "Ok, Trent, what's on your mind?"
Kasia frowns. Then follows Steve.
Ch`Dith . o O (... and with a gap that size in their hierarchy the others'll 
weed 'emselves out even more jockeying for posision....)
<SteveM> . o O (Much like General Leonard.)
N`Mor would raise his eyebrows, if he had any. "*to Steve, muttered* Isn't this 
what you were here for?"
<Trent> *whispered to Steve* "Steve, you know we have to do this.  From what 
I've heard, he's telling the truth."
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the brain controls the left side of the body. Then only left-handers are in 
their right minds.)
Kasia shakes her head. "Kore wa baka no des."
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<Trent> "We can't just doom most of these people by doing nothing."
<Meethos> baqk
SteveM nods. "You got a point."
<VanderTook> re again Meeth
<Trent> "I just had to say that."
<Arsenal> Malik nods his consent.
<SteveM> *to Trent* "You may also have a subconscious death wish, but you do 
have a point."
<Kasia> "It's still suicidal."
<Trent> "Subconcious?"  *points at his injection harness*
<VanderTook> <to Steve> "I could rig a nice little megaton explosive for the 
job."
N`Mor shrugs, contented to stand around and look unbusy.
<SteveM> *to Vander* "As long as it's no bigger than two breadboxes."
Ch`Dith . o O (But not undoable or impossible.)
Meethos packs up his backpack. orders one more drink.
VanderTook wonders if neutron rads would hurt vamps
<Arsenal> Meetal taps N`Mor on the shoulder (not an easy task).  "That blade.  
It's quite... special, isn't it?"
<SteveM> *to Trent* "Forget about the deathwish bit."
<Trent> "Vander, I doubt a nuke will do jack."
<Ch`Dith> Van: $10 says no.
Kasia sighs. "You're going to go through with it. Why are people such heroes?"
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Because somebody has to?"
<VanderTook> <to Kasia> "Because heroes get all the girls." :)
Ru`ach grumblemutters. Glares.
Trent sighs, and shrugs. "I'd rather leave a bigger impression in the world than 
my dead body."
N`Mor starts and turns around, clutching the sword protectively. "It's.. just a 
sword. I think."
Meethos agrees with Vander
<VanderTook> <to Trent> Roit. I'll get started on that bomb."
Ch`Dith . o O (I believe a famous human philosoppher once said, "A man has to do 
what a man has to do."....)
<Trent> "Actually, if you just got a bunch of globe of daylight flares..."
Ch`Dith <OOC> mangles a typist
N`Mor <ooc> . o O (Wasn't that Popeye?)
<Meethos> "My motto is: Live fast...die young... Leave a good lookin' corpse."
<SteveM> . o O (And a vanity assault is no less stupid, no matter where you go.)
<Arsenal> "No, it isn't," she replies.  "It's... got special properties.  I can 
sense it."
<VanderTook> <to Trent> "Picked up 3 of those in Del Rio."
Meethos is now known as Raenar
Trent turns to Ru'ach. "You don't want to do this, do you?"
Ch`Dith . o O (One so riddled with bionics that it already looks dead even when 
alive?)
<SteveM> *to Raenar* "Then you're ideally suited for this little run."
N`Mor scratches the side of his muzzle. "It does?"
<Ru`ach> *to Trent* "Not really. Do I have a choice?"
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "You don't have to come along if you don't want to."
<VanderTook> <to Ru> "Yeah you have a choice. Learn that magic stuff fast, or 
die tryin'."
<Trent> "Yes, actually.  We can't make you go.  Well, scratch that.  We could, 
but I won't, and the others better not try."
<Raenar> <ooc> Wat time of day is it?
<Arsenal> "Yes..." she sees Carter motioning her over, mutters an apology, and 
heads over to it.
<Arsenal> Rae: night.
<Ru`ach> *to Trent* "Sweet of ya." *to Vander* "Shuddup."
Kasia shakes her head sharply. "If you guys get killed, there's no way for me to 
get back. If I'm not there..." she takes a halting breath, "... if I'm not 
there, I'll never know."
Raenar goes outside for a little while.
VanderTook asks the barkeep where he can leave a copy of his Will.
<Kasia> Rae: Outside?
N`Mor shrugs at the Stalker and joins the others, a bit bewildered.
SteveM nods to Kasia. "Glad to have you with us."
Trent shrugs. "I'd prefer if you came along myself, and we could use you, but it 
is your choice."
Raenar comes back about an hour later. Kinda muddy.
Kasia folds her arms and glares a little self-conciously. "I never left."
<Arsenal> Rae: an hour hasn't passed.
N`Mor towers over Steve's back, casting him in shadow. "Are we going?"
<Ru`ach> *to Trent* "I think I could help. Besides, I never planned on living 
past 17."
<Ru`ach> brb
<Raenar> just chill.
SteveM chuckles and puts an arm around Kasia's shoulders. "If you say so."
<Ru`ach> b
<VanderTook> <OOC> Rae: Don't get mouthy
<Trent> *chuckle* "I know how THAT is.  I don't plan of living to 29."
Kasia sighs and shakes he head.
<Trent> on, even
<Arsenal> Rae: Remember Rule #1... The GM is god.
SteveM looks back at N'Mor. "Of course."
N`Mor <ooc> waits for Rae to get smitten bu lightning or something. ;)
<Ru`ach> *to Trent* "Oh?"
Kasia picks her typist apart with a rusty spork, slowly, precisley, and 
*painfully*
Kasia <OOC> starts chanting "Rando. Rando. Rando..."
<Kasia> ;)
<Arsenal> Nah.. why steal Mal's act.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> wazzis?
<SteveM> <OOC> He ain't here, and only Ars has ops.
Trent idly flicks one of the tubes on his injection harness. "Yeah. This thing 
does have its price. I'm 22 now; I'll be incredibly lucky if I live to see 28."
<Kasia> <OOC> So? ;)
<bonfire> <ooc> ch: something mal's done for entertainment when kicking in 
#tjab.
Ru`ach frowns. "Then why-?"
VanderTook returns from filing his Will with the local authorities
SteveM looks at Kasia. "I take it not knowing is more painful, then..."
Trent puts on a small smile. "It's longer than I would have lasted on the 
streets as I was."
Raenar decides to check his bike.
<Kasia> "The unknown is always worse. I mean, at least when Sensei died, I knew 
who..." she bites her lip and quiets suddenly.
Ru`ach nods silently.
<Arsenal> "Think they'll help us?" "Yes, I think they might."
N`Mor turns around and glances back to the Stalker, then his blade. He scritches 
his head, and draws the weapon from its sheath, trying to read the script on it; 
it doesn't seem to be anything he can understand.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> "Oh, hi Justin. What are you doing here?"
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "I know what you went through. Believe me, I do."
<Trent> "Anyway, just more ancient history.  Steve, let's go give these people 
our answer."
Kasia blinks to alertness when Trent speaks up
<SteveM> "Ok, I'll be with you in a sec."
<VanderTook> <to Steve> "Wherever you lead, boss, I'm goin'."
<Trent> "All right."
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "You ok?"
Kasia nods shakily. "I'll be fine. I just... I haven't thought about... I'll 
tell you later."
SteveM nods... "They're waiting for us."
<Kasia> "Yeah."
SteveM heads out to where Trent is.
VanderTook foolows Steve
Kasia follows close behind
<Trent> "Sorry 'bout interrupting like that.  Shall we?"
Raenar leaves with the others
<SteveM> "We'll do it."
<Arsenal> Okay... meet me an Meetal outside the front gate in the morning. 
<SteveM> "Understood."
<VanderTook> "No problem. You've got Mitchell's Marauders on the job."
<Arsenal> Malik turns his head to the Runt.  "Mitchell's Marauders?"
Trent glares at the runt. *whispered* "Since when did we become a mercenary 
outfit?"
Kasia starts humming "I Do What I Can"
SteveM oddly enough follows Malik's lead.
<VanderTook> <to Malik> "Every group needs a snazzy moniker."
<SteveM> "All in favor of calling ourselves 'Mitchell's Marauders'?"
<Arsenal> "No." This from Malik.
Ru`ach handraisesn't.
<Raenar> Vander: you got that from Starship Troopers.
<Arsenal> "Yes," from Sergio
<Kasia> "o/~ What could it mean for a young girl / Who sees the pain on his face 
/ He does what he can... o/~'
<VanderTook> <OOC> Rae: No
<Trent> "Unless someone else can come up with something better..."
Raenar handraises No
Kasia shrugs. "Sure."
N`Mor is too busy squinting at his blade to notice the votetaking.
Kasia pokes N'Mor. "Say yes."
VanderTook votes 'yes'?
<SteveM> Rae: <OOC> Nah, that ain't from Starship Troopers. This is.
Ru`ach prolly has no say in this anyways.
Kasia <OOC> snickers
<SteveM> "All opposed?" *handraises for the catalogable period of three seconds* 
"The nays have it."
<Arsenal> N`M: You can't read the runes... but you hear a voice in your head say 
"Say yes, you big lug"
Trent doesn't raise his hand. "We're not a merc outfit."
Kasia chuckles.
<VanderTook> "You guys ain't got no class."
SteveM <OOC> suddenly ponders "Mitchell's Marauder IIs", and promptly turns 
himself in for a rigorous brain-scrub.
<Arsenal> "You have no brains," Malik replies
<Trent> "Yeah we do, and that just proved it."
N`Mor starts, dropping the blade as if it burned him. It clatters to the ground 
loudly.
Kasia glances over at N`Mor
<Arsenal> N`M: "Now pick me up, before I get dirty again," the blade commands 
you.
VanderTook looks at N'Mor
<SteveM> "Something wrong, N'Mor?"
Ru`ach looks over at N'Mor
N`Mor backs away from the sword, eyes locked on it.
Trent follows suit.
<N`Mor> "it... spoke?"
<VanderTook> <to N'Mor> *blinkblink* "When did you become a ventriloquist?"
Raenar heads for his bike
<Trent> Van: I don't think we can hear it.
<Arsenal> Note: Nobody else can hear the sword.
<Arsenal> only N`Mor can.
<VanderTook> OK
SteveM looks at N'Mor. "What the hell are you talking about?"
<Trent> "N'Mor, did you get some bad lettuce or something?"
<SteveM> <OOC> I see the honeymoon is now over.
Kasia reaches down to touch the blade and tries to get impressions from it.
<Kasia> (Yes, I know I'm leaving myself open to psychic attack. ;)
N`Mor shakes his head, as if trying to clear it. "Maybe nothing."
<Arsenal> Kasia: you get a pain in your hand the moment you touch the sword
<Kasia> "Goddamn!"
<Trent> Steve: Honeymoon?  That raises some bad thoughts regarding what you 
mentioned earlier.
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
Kasia grits her teeth and tries again.
SteveM OOCly digs the fingernails of one hand into his palm and holds out his 
other hand for someone to nip the thumb-forefinger webbing for the obvious Mad 
Cow Disease comment.
<Trent> "What happened, Kasia?"
<N`Mor> Trent: *owwww*
<Kasia> "Shut up."
<Arsenal> Kasia: this time, the sword glows a bit, then sends a shock right up 
your arm.
<SteveM> "Hmmm... the sword obviously knows who it wants."
<Trent> "Mind if I try?"
Ch`Dith is away [TE/07:27AM] - autogone/15 - [l/ON]
<Arsenal> (Tell them not to touch me.)
VanderTook looks closely at the blade
<Kasia> "Ahh!"
Ru`ach eyes the sword. Trys to see its aura.
Kasia rolls back, shaking her arm in pain
<N`Mor> "It.. doesn't want you to touch it?"
<Kasia> "No shit, Mycroft!" Kasia snarls.
<Kasia> <OOC> 5 pt. ref. :)
<Arsenal> (Now pick me up and clean me off, ya big galoot!  We have a job to do, 
farther south of here)
SteveM looks at N'Mor, the sword, and then N'Mor again in bewildered awe.
<Trent> "What...why do I have a bad feeling about that sword?"
<SteveM> Kasia: <OOC> Either Shadowrun or Sherlock Holmes, or something 
influenced by one of the two.
<Arsenal> Steve: try both
<Kasia> Steve: <OOC> Newp. ;)
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Kas: Moon is a Harsh Mistress?
<SteveM> *to Trent* "You're not the only one."
<Kasia> Ars: It ain't Shadowrun. If it is, they stole it.
N`Mor ... somewhat... obediently picks up the runed blade, and wipes the dust 
from it with a swath of his cloak.
<Kasia> Ru: <OOC> Five points. :)
<Raenar> "let me see the sword."
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Very hard. I'm reading it. :)
<Arsenal> (Look.  I'm not going to harm any of your friends.  But there is a 
reason I chose you to wield me.)
<Kasia> Ars: Did I get anything?
N`Mor looks at Raenar. "I doubt that's a good idea."
<Arsenal> Kasia: Nope
<VanderTook> <to N'Mor> "How about lettin' the Belf try to read those runes."
Ru`ach spelldoes- See Aura
<Raenar> N`mor: "I wanna see the runes."
<VanderTook> </prod>
<Kasia> "Shut up, belf. That daemon can let him know the translation."
<Trent> *to Ru'ach* "Well, you're probably the most adept here at magickal 
stuff.  Can you tell anything about it?"
<SteveM> *to N'Mor* "You don't have to let him touch it. He knows how to look 
with his eyes." . o O (I hope.)
N`Mor looks at the sword, speaking out loud and feeling rather silly. "You 
chose.. me?"
<Trent> *chuckle*
<Arsenal> Ru: you sense that the sword *is* magical, with high mystic energies 
inside it.
<Ru`ach> *to Trent* "I'll try."
<Ru`ach> Ars: anything else?
N`Mor shrugs, and holds the blade upright, facing the runes at Raenar.
<Arsenal> (Why else did you feel compelled to buy me?)
Kasia <OOC> does a Rayden impression, "You are... the Chosen One!"
<Arsenal> ru: just that the sword does not appear to be possessed... but 
intelligent of it's own right.
<SteveM> <OOC> "There will be executions if anybody develops a similar 
attraction to a mannequin's head."
<VanderTook> <OOC> Kasia: "I don't think so." </Raiden> :)
Trent does a Fallout 2 Village Elder impression, says the same thing that Kasia 
just did, only with a drasticially different voice.
<VanderTook> <OOC> Ars: Please tell me you do NOT give N'Mor Need. :)
<Ru`ach> "Hmmm.... It's magical. High energy. Not posessed. But I think it has 
its own intelligence. Freaky."
N`Mor scratches his muzzle. "I.. don't know... I thought was the 
craftsmanship..."
<Kasia> Van: <OOC> *thwack* Need's a feminist. ;)
<Trent> Ars: Just out of curio, have I heard anything about rune weapons?
<VanderTook> <OOC> Kasia: Ehn... true :)
<Kasia> <OOC> Make that a FemNazi ... and she got Blowed Up Real Good. ;)
<Arsenal> (Well, your low intelligence made it easy to get you to buy me.)
<Trent> *LOL*
<Arsenal> Trent: nope
<Kasia> *snicker*
N`Mor gapes.
<Ru`ach> *chuckle*
<Arsenal> (Close that maw before someone gets sucked in.)
VanderTook <OOC> senses a Bruno/Fiona relationship here :)
<Trent> "Okay, that is seriously odd.  Maybe it'll be an improvement."
N`Mor grumbles. "Perhaps I should rethink that purchase."
SteveM blinkblinks and then lets out a long sigh.
<Arsenal> Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Meetal start getting impatient
<SteveM> "I... am getting another drink."
<Trent> *turns to Meetal* "Yes?"
<Arsenal> no, wait... scratch that last...
<Trent> okay, likewise.
<Kasia> "I... am agreeing with you on that, Steve."
<SteveM> "Come, my dear. We have one more drink, and then we start hitting the 
Tylenol."
<VanderTook> <OOC> Ars: Wasn't Rae trying to read the runes?
<Kasia> "Good idea."
<Trent> "Enough of this standing around outside.  Let's find an Inn."
SteveM goes back to the bar with Kasia on his arm(?)
<Trent> <ooc> It is getting dark out, no?
<Arsenal> (Don't even think about that.  From my home in Atlantis, I found my 
way over to Del Rio, passing through a number of "owners".  It's my mission to 
kill the vampire intelligences down south, and I intend to finish my mission.)
<Kasia> Shar.
<Arsenal> Trent: it's night, inside the Fort
Raenar looks for an inn to stay at.
<Trent> that's what I thought.
<Trent> did Carter wander off?
<Arsenal> Rae: you're unable to read the runes... they are not Elven/Dragonese
<Arsenal> Trent: yes
<Raenar> ok
<SteveM> *looks back to Trent* "We're supposed to meet him first thing in the 
morning!"
N`Mor says to the sword, "An odd mission coming from Atlantis."
<Trent> "Yes, I know.  It is now night.  I think that many of our group would 
like to get some sleep."
<Raenar> ars: are there any inns in the area?
<Arsenal> Rae: several.
<SteveM> "Couldn't agree with you more!"
Kasia frowns. "As tempting as some more alcohol sounds... yeah, Trent's right."
Raenar heads for one of the inns.
VanderTook asks the barkeep where he can get some good vampire killing type 
things.
<Arsenal> (Not really.  The Slurgoth who made me hate the vampires as much as 
anyone else does.)
SteveM nods... "I guess we turn in."
Trent rolls his eyes, mutters. "Great, now I'm the responsible one."
<Arsenal> (And that's all you need to know.)
N`Mor groans. "Slurgothean."
<Arsenal> Vander: They're all over the place...
Trent points at a random inn..."That one." He walks towards it.
<SteveM> <OOC> I wonder if Ars managed to read all the way through "The Last 
Command" yet. Man, those Splugorths have their tentacles in EVERYTHING!!
VanderTook heads out to buy some good vampire-killing goodies
Ru`ach follows Trent
<Arsenal> remember, this is the *heart* of Anti-Vamp Central
SteveM follows Trent as well.
<VanderTook> <to Steve> be back in a bit.
<Arsenal> Steve: not yet
Raenar looks for a place to buy silver bullets.
SteveM stops Raenar on the way to wherever he was going.
N`Mor slides the sword into his sheath and resigns himself to return to his rig 
for rest. "At least the noise in my brain has stopped."
<SteveM> "What caliber are your guns?"
<Raenar> *to steve* what?
VanderTook enters a shop, starts shopping
<Raenar> 7.62mm
<SteveM> Ars: the cases upon cases of bullets we started with were 9mm, right?
<Ru`ach> *to Trent* "Listen, when we were fighting the vampires, my shot bounced 
off. Why?"
<Arsenal> some were, some were 7.62
<Trent> Steve: Ja.  Guess who has an MP-5  =)
<VanderTook> <OOC> Steve: Don't forget all the ammo I made for you guys in Del 
Rio."
<VanderTook> -"
<SteveM> Ars: we have any Seven-Six-Two in the Thoughtfully Supplied Coalition 
Ammo boxen?
<Raenar> Vander: I wasn't at Del Rio.
<Arsenal> Steve: most of the assault rifles use them
<SteveM> *to Raenar* "We already have some silver bullets already."
Kasia waits for Steve
<Arsenal> Rae: yes, you were... that's where you joined the team.
<Raenar> oh
<SteveM> "Next time, ask before you run off going shopping."
<Trent> "They're undead.  Nothing but silver hurts undead.  Vampires are also 
vulnerable to wood and running water.  Lead or lasers won't do anything."
SteveM rejoins Kasia. "Now where were we?"
Trent stops at the front desk, or regional equivialent. "Steve, you want to 
handle this?"
<Ru`ach> "Great."
<VanderTook> <OOC> Ars: What can I buy here?
<Arsenal> the clerk looks at you.  "New Rangers?  Lodging is free."
<Arsenal> Vander: A wide variety of stuff...
Raenar starts loading his guns with silver bullets.
<Arsenal> including wood ammo for Coalition SAMAS rail guns
<Trent> "I think some magic works too, but I couldn't really tell you more about 
that.  Do you have any guns or whatnot?"
<Kasia> "Getting a room, I think." She thinks over what she said. "In the 
platonic sense..."
SteveM doesn't even respond to the clerk. All he wants to do is get some sleep.
Raenar heads for the inn
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
SteveM nods. "Yeah... besides, it's not like I have enough to do anything else 
but sleep."
Kasia nods at the clerk and heads for Somewhere To Zonk
VanderTook looks at the SAMAS ammo. "Wonder if I can get Malik to re-emburse me 
for those..."
<Ru`ach> *to Trent* "I have a pistol. No silver, tho."
VanderTook looks around for other stuff
SteveM goes off to sleep as well.. If the clerk stuck me and Kasia in the same 
room, at least it was a double, right?
<Arsenal> umm... 
<N`Mor> naw, you get the rug ;)
<Trent> "Hmm...tell you what.  If you loan it to me, I'll go get some.  I've got 
some shopping to do too.  Feel free to claim a bed."
Raenar remebers that he needs a knife. Returns tio the store.
<Raenar> -i
<Arsenal> no.  
<Raenar> +m
<SteveM> Ars: wot was the no in response to?
Kasia waits for this.
<Kasia> :)
<Ru`ach> "Thanks." Hands Trent the pistol. (Browning GP 35 - 9mm Automatic)
<Arsenal> Steve: you and Kasia having the same room
Kasia <OOC> snaps her fingers... darn. ;)
<Arsenal> but they *are* adjoining rooms
<SteveM> Ars: ah. Like I said before, it's just as well. 
Kasia stretches out and sleeps
VanderTook continues looking at Stuff[tm]
<SteveM> . o O (After all, what would old Gunny Cartwright think of me breaking 
the rule about sleeping around in the same chain of command?)
Trent looks it over. "Actually, we have 9mm in the truck. Keep it for now, I'll 
be back in a bit."
<Arsenal> (personally, I don't think Steve and Kasia should be sleeping 
together... yet)
<Kasia> . o O (Chain of command? ;)
<Ru`ach> "Okay. Thanks."
<SteveM> Kasia: <OOC> Military man, military thought process.
N`Mor dozes off in the cramped quarters of his truck.
<Raenar> Steve: do we have any knives in the truck?
<Kasia> Ars: You want another session of Touching moments before that? ;)
Trent wanders off to find some sort of large water cannon.
<SteveM> Ars: Me neither.
Ru`ach gets a room. Sleeps.
<Arsenal> Kas: prolly... I'm waiting for you two to do something on yer own 
before sticking you waking up together.
Kasia <OOC> snickers
<Ru`ach> *chuckle*
<Trent> Ars: To make this simple, what's the largest man portable water cannon, 
how much damage does it do, and how much does it cost?"
<Trent> -"
VanderTook buys a few silver knives, a silver neckguard, and a few belts of 
silver 9mm ammo
SteveM looks at Raenar all bleary-eyed. "I dunno. Go bug Vander."
Raenar thinks that since he slept already. He would stand watch.
<Arsenal> Trent: "man-portable" by Juicer standards?
<Trent> Ars: Well, yeah.
<N`Mor> wouldn't that be a fire truck or something?
SteveM goes back to sleep after LOCKING his room door.
Kasia <OOC> gets flashbacks to Dinner and Flowers. >%)
<N`Mor> Hrmmm... there's an idea. >%)
<Arsenal> PS of 24 or higher?
<Arsenal> the vehicle-mounted water cannon. :)
Raenar goes out to the store.
<Trent> N'Mor: Awfully hard to conceal a fire truck.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Kas: Thanks. I didn't need that :P ;)
<Trent> Ars: Oh, okay.  How much damage?
<SteveM> <OOC> BTW, Fire trucks get crappy gas mileage and crappy offroad 
handling.
<VanderTook> Ars: What's the place's inventory? That'll make it a lot easier
<Arsenal> 1D6x10... can shoot only 6x/melee
<Kasia> <OOC> I'd better go, now, anyway... or my dad's gonna be pissed.
<Trent> <ooc> Asking how you know this I am not.
<VanderTook> Later Kasia
<Trent> cya, Kasia
<SteveM> lates Kasia-chan
<Arsenal> Okay... we'll pick up next session in the morning.
<Kasia> 'nite!
<Ch`Dith> Roight
Kasia [smbeaver@p22.utc6.dialup.pao1.flash.net] has quit IRC ("George, there is 
nothing in this world so permanent as a temporary emergency." -- Delos Harriman)
<Ch`Dith> 'nite Kas
<VanderTook> Later folx
<Trent> cya, Vander
VanderTook [UpLink@du473.str.ptd.net] has quit IRC (Everything's bio-degradible. 
Some people just don't have any patience.)
<Ru`ach> Laterz, everyone!
Ru`ach [WhtStar2@p102.utc12.dialup.pao1.flash.net] has quit IRC ("You should 
never, never doubt what nobody is sure of." --Willy Wonka)
<Arsenal> dammit, he left...
Raenar buys a silver bowey knife, Some silver throwing knives and a silver neck 
guard.
Ch`Dith feels like he'll drop unconscoious the instant he hits the sack
<bonfire> whee.
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N`Mor yays, I have a dominatrix for a sword. ;)
Trent ponders himself carrying around a firetruck....No[tm]
<SteveM> so we pick up next week, but get our xp tomorrow?
<Trent> G'Nite/Morning, all.
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of work is man, how noble...'  Ah, fuck it!  Let's have a drink and forget the 
whole god-damned thing.)
<N`Mor> moo
<Arsenal> I need to tally XP... pick up and get XP next session
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<SteveM> ok
<SteveM> Quote of the Night?
<Arsenal> I'll figger that out as well...
<SteveM> ok... be seeing you
<Arsenal> prolly tomorrow.
<Arsenal> Cya
<bonfire> night Ars.
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