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Arsenal [tabrock@du18.pal.ptd.net] has joined #rifts
Arsenal sets mode: +pnt 
<Arsenal> 'lo all
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UpLink is now known as Vander
<Vander> Oi!
<Arsenal> ahoy!
<Vander> Uh think Oi'm gunnuh get me head shoved up me butt t'day. :)
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<Trent> 'lo
<Vander> Oi Trent
<Vander> *hides*
<Arsenal> 'lo Trent
Trent grins maliciously.
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<Vander> Oi Ch'd
<Trent> 'lo, Ch'D
<Arsenal> 'lo dwagon
<Ch`Dith> Ch`D sounds like some demonic rap singer or something... }8=>
<Vander> Ch'D :)
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N`Mor glances around bovinely, mooing to no one in particular
<Vander> oi N'Mor
<Trent> 'lo, NM
<Arsenal> 'lo N`M
Trent idly hopes Our Fearless Leader[tm] will see fit to grace us with 
his presence.
<Arsenal> yeah... I don't want to RP him...
<N`Mor> nag him
<Arsenal> but it looks like malik will not be an NPC tonight. :)
<Trent> Wow, now THAT's a first.
<N`Mor> Ars: Don't count on it.. watch, he'll leave just before we 
start. ;)
Trent eyes something in Rifts Mercenaries...vehicle modification. =9
<Arsenal> I've been nagging Mac... he *will* be in here.
Trent idly wonders what he'll do with his million and change.
<Arsenal> Trent: remember yer shopping list?
<N`Mor> Trent: You'll share. ;)
<Trent> Ars: Yeah, that's good for maybe 200k.
<N`Mor> Drinks are on you for the next few hundred years
<Trent> *chuckle* Ain't that the truth.
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MacRae is now known as Malik
<Vander> Oi Malik
N`Mor boggles
<Trent> 'lo, Malik.
<Malik> Ha! Thought that the Nazi Taskmaster was gone, didnya'? ;)
Trent helps
<Ch`Dith> We could only be so lucky }8=>
Trent wonders if the Belf is going to make it.
<Trent> +Ru'ach
N`Mor belfs. Mmm, dinner.
<Ch`Dith> Welp, one of the FanGirl Duet just showed up, the other won't 
be far away.
<Trent> Hmm...point.
<Arsenal> 'lo Malik...
<Malik> Ars: BTW, I still hathsn't any dice. :P
<Ch`Dith> 4 AM. *CHUNDER TIME!*
<Ch`Dith> Kurt: ye have linux?
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<Vander> Oi, babe
<Arsenal> brb.. phone
Kasia kills Van messily
<Trent> 'ey, Kasia
Ch`Dith roars at da babe? 
<Vander> Kasia: That's Trent job :)
<Malik> Ch: Yeah, but I've not got PPP or slip to work yet. :P
<N`Mor> KS: What client you using now?
Trent restrains himself from helping Kasia...I can wait.
<Ch`Dith> Malik: daymn. I could hack up a little randomnumgen script 
prettydamnquick otherwise
<Malik> NM: m'hurk.
<N`Mor> *hiss*
Malik could.. ermm.. switch clients. Suggestions?
Ch`Dith hrms... oh yeah, it's Get Shorty time again. *throws the short 
stuff over a wall*
<Vander> Since when do cows hiss?
<Malik> vand: Since the Revolution. 
<N`Mor> KS: Well, if you got virc I could just give you my roll alias 
;)
<Vander> Malik: :)
<Malik> NM: Sounds good. URL? 
<N`Mor> www.virc.com
<Vander> Ch'D: Gotta wait for Ars to announce the official start
<Vander> or it doesn't count
Ch`Dith eyes Ars expectantly
<N`Mor> even if it doesn't count it's still fun.
<Vander> N'Mor: eek?
Malik stuffs broken glass in the hobbit's ears, and shoves a Q-Tip in.
<N`Mor> bwaha. bwaha. bwahaha.
<Ch`Dith> "It never hurts to help."
Trent waits expectantly for the actual RP to start so he can injure 
Vander.
Vander opens an Inflat-O-Bunker and readies the top turret
<Arsenal> back
<Vander> Ars: Topic
Kasia tells Ru'ach to haul ass or she'll miss all the excitement.
Arsenal sets mode: -t 
Vander digs in *DEEP*
Malik kicks his download for being screwy.
N`Mor eyes his roll alias...
<N`Mor> @ cow = 0
<N`Mor> for (@ $i = 0; $i < $1; $i++)
<N`Mor>    @ $moo = $($rand($2)+1)
<N`Mor>    @ $cow = $($cow+$moo)
<N`Mor> EndFor
<N`Mor> vecho 1 You rolled $cow.
<N`Mor> %)
<Malik> OWwww.
<Vander> I take it Steve's not gonna be in?
<Arsenal> He said he *might* make it...
<Vander> OK
<Ch`Dith> he does. they just popped in
<Arsenal> Malik: I have a dice proggy that might help
<Kasia> He's here. :)
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<CtrlFreak> 'lo
<Arsenal> 'lo Ru`ach
CtrlFreak is now known as Ru`ach
<Trent> Allo.
<Trent> Wow, everyone's here, 'cept tinboy.
<Arsenal> Is Fearless Leader the last one?
<Arsenal> we can go without Meeth tonight...
<Kasia> Hello, dorobo.
<Kasia> :)
<Trent> . o O (And probably indefinitely)
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<Kasia> (Hmmm... baka no dorobo. That sounds good...)
<Kasia> %)
<J-Rock> about frickin' time
J-Rock is now known as SteveM
<Kasia> Ay, Steve!
<Arsenal> 'lo Steve
<Vander> Oi, Ru, Steve
<Trent> 'ey, Steve.
<Arsenal> Okay... Commence Vander-bashing! >:D
<Vander> AIEEEEEEEE!
<Kasia> Yay! :)
<Vander> *RUNS*
Kasia telikinetically trips Vander, then runs over him with her Bug
<Vander> ow
Trent restrains himself, waits for the actual game to start. >:]
<Vander> uh, oh? :)
Kasia opens the door on the hobbit, then activates the electric field 
>%)
Vander eats it
SteveM crams Vander into a parallel zip drive... ow.
Trent grins maliciously. "Don't worry, Vander. I wouldn't hurt you."
<Kasia> *wince*
<Vander> Steve: OW!
Vander feels a whole lot of love out there
N`Mor bounces Vander off the ceiling by erupting a fire column beneath 
him
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<Kasia> Van: Itami kanjiru.
<Trent> *chuckle* You'll see.
<Arsenal> <Zafira> hi guys beat vanders ass for me ok haha
<Kasia> re, Malik
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<Arsenal> <Zafira> with love
Malik` is now known as Malik
N`Mor gags... singed hobbitfoothair
<Malik> Whee.
<Arsenal> 're Nazi
<Vander> Kasia: Huh?
<SteveM> LOL
Trent shrugs. If you insist.
<Kasia> Van: Feel pain.
<Kasia> :)
Malik haths virc now...
<Vander> Kasia; Ah
Trent pulls out a 2x4, proceeds to beat Vander about the head and neck. 
After the 7th blow, the 2x4 breaks in half.
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<Vander> re Ru
CtrlFreak arghs, hands her computer to Kasia's associates.
Vander wonders if his Medicare covers all this
<Trent> Van: Probably not.
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
Kasia 's associated wire CF to the computer, thus creating a borg-like 
bio-organic killing machine, and point her at Vander.
<Ch`Dith> .... and there's the Belf
Trent picks up Kasia's bug, beats Vander over the head with it.
Ch`Dith ohyeahs, steps on Shorty
<Kasia> associates, even. Gaah, I cannot type.
<Kasia> Trent: Don't scratch the paint. :P :)
<Arsenal> *blink* We got a FULL crew tonight? <voice src="vecini"> 
INCONCEIVABLE! </voice>
<Vander> Ack! I've been squashed by a bug?
<Trent> *chuckle*
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<Raenar> hey all
<Vander> Oi, Rae
<Arsenal> Rae: Vander-bashing'
Trent sets down the bug, uses Vander's forehead to beat out a few 
dents.
Vander runs for the hills att the sight of the Belf
<Arsenal> s commenced
<Ch`Dith> Van: What did you call me?
<Kasia> Ars: <Voice scr="Inigo"> You keep using that word. I do not 
think it means what you think it means. </voice>
<Arsenal> We ready to start?  Or is there more Vander-bashing still?
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CtrlFreak is now known as Ru`ach
<Trent> Ars: I'm done.  For now, at least.  ;)
Vander P|-|33RZ Trent
<Arsenal> *riiight* :)
<Ch`Dith> <NASA Controlroomdude> Go Flight.
Raenar feels like a fiesta. Plays "BABALOO" on Vander's head
Trent picks up Vander, tosses him into the air. "We have liftoff!"
N`Mor pokes Malik. *poke.*
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Trent> Anyhoo...
<Malik> Huh?
<Arsenal> Remember, Malik's not exactly up to speed on the Vander-
bashing yet...
<Arsenal> We ready to start the actual game yet?
<Raenar> we missing anyone?
<Vander> YES!
<Ch`Dith> Nazi-boy: We tend to psych up by smacking the hell out of the 
Runt.
<Arsenal> Rae: believe it or not, no
<Raenar> keeeewl
<Trent> Rae: Nope, which is pretty damn odd, IMO.
Kasia is still stunned by that. :)
SteveM helps
<Kasia> All right! Let's begin!
<Trent> I second that!
<Raenar> same here
<SteveM> I'm so used to Ars playing Malik it ain't even funny
<Kasia> We are Go For Launch!
<Ch`Dith> Places, everyone!
<Ru`ach> *Vorlon noises* And so it begins...
Malik whees! Has a working rolly thing! :)
Vander hides under the bleachers
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Kurt: you read the logs, I take it?
SteveM cues up his freshly minted mp3 of "Force Ten"
Kasia is still sprawled at the feet of the Dwagon, in shock
Vander cues Dare To Be Stupid
<Malik> <OOC> Ch: Most of them.. as far as I could get, anyway.
<Trent> Van: Don't worry, I won't hurt you.  *Very Evil Grin*
<Malik> <OOC> I haven't finished the most recent one, tho. :P
<Arsenal> Okay.. when last we saw our intrepid heroes, Ch`Dith was in 
dragon form at the Arena, about to "chow down" (so to speak) on Kasia.  
Trent is still in the arena itself, with Gyges's still-warm corpse 
nearby
<Vander> <OOC> Who should i be more afraid of? Ch"d or Trent? O_o
<N`Mor> Malik: Bah, just skip to the end. ;)
<Trent> Van: Enh..yes.  ;)
<Malik> <OOC> Is everyone in this area, presently?
<SteveM> <OOC> Everybody save N'Mor and Ru'ach is at an arena, where we 
have witnessed Trent lay the smack down upon a Titan Juicer.
<Arsenal> Ru and N`Mor are a little late..
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> IIRC, no. Ru'ach and the cow are on their way from the 
hotel
<Kasia> <OOC> N`Mor's there.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> no, he's on the way
<Kasia> <OOC> Whatever.
<Arsenal> the first words out of Kasia's mouth were "I'm not a virgin."  
take it from there.
Trent gapes at the large dragon in the stands. "Arenamaster type 
person, where's the rest of my gear?"
Vander hides under the bleachers. *muttering* "Dragons. Friggin 
dragons. I hate dragons. Evil dragons. Nasty dragons. dragons..."
Kasia scrabbles backwards on the ground, trying to get some distance 
away from the Large Scaly Winged Reptile
Ch`Dith was just collecting his wits (involuntary shapeshift's kinda 
disorienting) when kasia's comment sends 'em off to the corners of the 
solar system.
Malik blinks, then blinks again. "What the f-"
SteveM braces to sprint forward and grab Kasia.
<Ch`Dith> Erm... What?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> +"" -typist
<Kasia> "Uh... I ... well... you know... I thought that dragons ate 
virgins or something, and I'm not one?"
<Trent> <ooc> *chuckle*
N`Mor plows through the panicking crowd, shoving random frightened 
people here and there, succeeding only in frightening them more.
<Arsenal> Trent: A smelly man just handed you the million dollars, and 
is now ushering you away from the fight.  "You know, son, you're a 
natural.  how'd you like to do this every night? A million dollars a 
fight."
Raenar feels like hiding but can't seem to move.
<Arsenal> Rae: why not?
<Raenar> shock
<Ch`Dith> "Ah. *looks relieved for some reason* I can assure you 
neither I nor anyone I know has ever asked anyone's marital status 
before eating 'em
<Ch`Dith> "
<Trent> "Thanks, but no thanks.  I'd rather not do this for a living.  
Where's the rest of my gear?"
SteveM tears off at a sprint, climbing the steps in record time with 
only one thing on his mind: Getting the girl away from the dragon!
<Arsenal> You're a trained borg assassin... shock is not part of your 
psysiology.
<N`Mor> <ooc> For a profressional killing machine, Raenar sure is a 
wuss. ;)
<N`Mor> -r
<Arsenal> N`M: you said it. :P
<SteveM> <OOC> *ROFL*
<Raenar> it was the sudden appearance
<Trent> NM: He's an elf, what do you expect?
<Kasia> "Oh. Uh, great. Look, can you not eat me anyway? I'll give you 
indigestion. I'm a teek. I'll tear your scales off from the inside out. 
Please... no..."
<SteveM> <OOC> Suuuure, Raenar.
Malik looks around, shrugs, and levels his gun at the dragon. "Oh well, 
so much for bystanders." Despite his not-that-closness, he appears to 
be about to shoot at it.
<Ch`Dith> "Eat you? Why would I do that? I only eat people in self-
defense."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Does Malik speak Elven/Dragonese?
Kasia blinkes. "Iie watashi no tabemasu?"
<Arsenal> ch: nope
Raenar pulls his NG-P7 Northern Gun Particle Beam Rifle and tagets the 
Dragon.
<Malik> <OOC> Probably not. He's a xenophobe. :)
<Kasia> "Uh... err... you're not gonna eat me?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Kasia: whut?
Vander continues to hide. Compared to everyone else, he *IS* a wuss.
N`Mor finally makes it to the epicenter of panic, levelling his cannon 
at the dragon. He shouts in elven tongue, "Move the wrong claw dragon, 
and I'll sever your head from your neck."
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SteveM slows up... not believing what he's hearing, and BARELY keeping 
himself from facefaulting.
Ch`Dith shakes his head.
<Vander> Oi, Alchemist
<Arsenal> Trent: the man hands you a key, and tells you a locker 
number.
<Arsenal> 'lo Alchemist
<Raenar> hey alch
Ch`Dith looks up at the cow, looks back down at Kas.
Kasia sighs. "Good. I've had a bad day. Eating a psion with PMS isn't a 
good idea. Just to let you know."
<Alchemist> Hello group, I'm just listening in
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Folx: Meet my party's host, and tonights guest. 'llo 
Rudy.
<Trent> *to the Smelly Guy* "Thanks, I'll pick it up in a bit."  
*vaults the wall into the stands*
<SteveM> <OOC> oi Rudy
Kasia shivers a bit from shock. "Guh, guh, guh...."
<Kasia> <OOC> Hey, Rudy!
<Vander> <OOC>Ch'D: groovy
<Trent> Allo, Alch.  Nice to meetcha.
<Arsenal> <ooc> 'lo Rudy
<Malik> <OOC> 'lo Rudy-person.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> 'lo
Ch`Dith blinks again, then asks, "You two - you travel together?" 
<Kasia> <OOC> I got the japanese wrong... shoulda been "Watashi no 
tabemasen" - jsyk :)
<Vander> <OOC> Oi, Fat Albert cast-type person
SteveM finally makes it to Kasia, keeping himself between her and 
dragon. "We have GOT to stop meeting like this!"
<Kasia> "Err... yeah. Steve, he said he wan't gonna eat me."
Ch`Dith looks at Steve, eyes widening.
<Arsenal> Malik: even with Steve and Kasia there, are you gonna fire at 
the dragon?
<Ch`Dith> "... Another friend of yours?"
Trent goes over the wall and runs towards the dragon.
<Malik> Ars: Nope.
<N`Mor> "I wonder why myself, dragon."
Malik grumbles. "Damnit, Steve." He lowers his gun.
SteveM looks around, seeing Malik, Raenar, and N'Mor drawing down for 
the first time.
Kasia shivers again.
Vander continues to hide under the bleachers
Ch`Dith looks sharply at Steve. "You lead?"
Ru`ach looks into the arena. Sees the dragon. Chickens out. Stays 
outside.
Trent manages to push his way through the crowd to the group. "Where 
the hell did you come from, dragon?"
SteveM looks back toward the dragon. "I try. You may wanna get clear 
and if dragons know any 'hey-don't-kill-me' gestures, you better start 
using them."
<Raenar> Vander: what about that device you brought with you.
Malik starts into the crowd, blatantly knocking people over, and 
pushing past people.
Kasia slowly gets to her feet, still shaking from residual shock
SteveM helps Kasia up.
<Vander> <OOC> Rae; Nevermind. It didn't work
Ch`Dith gets a faraway look in his eyes... <muttered, extreme dialect> 
"Reluctant allies / destined by fate...."
<Kasia> "Thanks. I... I..." *shiver* "I'm sorry, I don't feel too good. 
*passes out*
<Trent> Van: What was that, some kinda primitive ReND?
<Malik> "'scuse me." *shove* "Hey!" *whap* "Ow!" "Outta my way.." 
*shove*
<Arsenal> Malik: Where are you heading?
<Vander> <OOC> Trent: Basically
Kasia faints
SteveM TeekCatches.
Ch`Dith looks at N`Mor.... "chewer of grasses / bringer of fire..."
<Malik> Ars: Towards Steve, Kasia, and Mr.Scaly.
Vander hides s'more
<Arsenal> 'k
<Trent> Und Trent, now.
Ch`Dith looks down as Kas.... "singer of thoughts...."
<SteveM> "Somebody wanna fish Vander out from under the stands?"
N`Mor makes a gurgling noise and chews thoughtfully.
Ch`Dith looks Steve straight in the eye from nostril to nose.
Malik grins, and looks up. "Gladly." He turns around, and starts back 
towards Vander.
Raenar finds the group and sets his NG-P7 Northern Gun Particle Beam 
Rifle ready
<Trent> "Sure, I'll go grab him, Steve."  *Evil Grin*
Vander starts moving for the exits. FAST
<SteveM> *not looking away from Dragon* "Raenar, hold your fire."
Trent sees the bolting hobbit. "Nevermind, he took care of that 
himself."
<Ch`Dith> "... Leader with a dragon's heart in a mortal body..."
<Arsenal> Rae: it's not necessary to give the entire specs
Malik grumbles.
Raenar stops him in the halls. "Your not leaving. Are you?"
<Arsenal> or even the entire name.
<Malik> "Damn. I wanted to shove him around some."
<Trent> *whispers to Steve* "Where'd this guy come from?"
Malik starts *BACK* towards Steve, Kasia, and the dragon.
Vander doesn't stop at the exits, keeps going
Ch`Dith glances away at Trent.... "... one who chose to die yet lives 
against the odds...."
N`Mor narrows his eyes, and reaches to his rifle.... he flips on the 
safety, and lowers the weapon.
<SteveM> . o O (You have the soul of a poet, Whoever You Are. I 
definitely don't wanna kill you unless you give me no other option.)
Ch`Dith . o O (Thank you. )
Ru`ach almost gets ran over by Vander
Ch`Dith <OOC> is a telepath, btw.
<SteveM> *whispered back to Trent* "The stands."
Malik , with one last shove, gets out of the crowds, and stops about 
five feet away from the group.
<Ru`ach> "Ow! Watch where you're go... oh it's you."
SteveM blinks like a signal shutter. "Oh-k."
<Vander> "I ain't stayin' around no dragons! I hates dragons! Dragons 
is nasty, mean, ... crap! Trent's gonna kill me!"
<Trent> "Ah.  Let's get out of here."
<Arsenal> Okay, by now, the crowd's dispersed...
Kasia blinks, looks up, notices her position. "Steve, I had the 
weirdest..." *sees Ch'Dith again* "... oh."
<Trent> <ooc> Predictibly.
<N`Mor> "*to Vander* I'll kill you, if you prefer."
<Malik> *to Steve* "I don't get to shoot the lizard now, do I?"
Raenar hops into his hummer and follows Vander
Ch`Dith ducks his head in a respectful greeting, switches to fluent 
English. "Greetings, Heroes." 
Vander heads for the hotel
<SteveM> "Probably not."
<Arsenal> except for a few security people that just showed up.
Ch`Dith eyes the suicidal one.
Malik snaps his fingers, and scowls. "Darn."
SteveM returns with a respectful nod.
<Kasia> "Malik, shaddup."
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
Trent nods towards the dragon. "Who are you?"
Malik grumbles, and puts away his gun.
<Kasia> <OOC> And, once again, Trent proves his Vorlon-ness ;)
<SteveM> "I think you may want to change back. People around here 
aren't exactly used to black dragons showing up at sporting events."
N`Mor makes a sound somewhere between a choke and a laugh at the 
mention of 'heroes'.
<Malik> <OOC> That's Sebastian-ness, dang it. :)
<Ch`Dith> "I am Ch'Dith of Sh'Karh. I am honored to meet you."
<SteveM> "Lieutenant Steve Mitchell, currently attached to the 
Coalition Army."
<Kasia> <OOC> Malik: Same thing... almost. :) ControlFreakishness. :)
Vander kkeps running until he gets to his Hog, guns the motor, and 
burns rubber out of town
<Malik> *to Ch'Dith* "Nice to meet you.. although I would rather have 
gotten to shoot you."
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Kasia: that's a bad thing? :)
Raenar loses Vander and returns to the arena
<SteveM> "Mr. Hospitality here, is Sgt. Ambrose Malik."
<Ch`Dith> "That would be a prudent move, Lieutenant. Unfortunately that 
isn't an option. Not right now."
Malik glares at the dragon for a few seconds, then snorts.
<Arsenal> Vander: you sure you want to leave the town, in the middle of 
the night... with vamps in the area
Trent switches to Dragonese. "And I am Trent Harris. We might wish to 
move to another area to talk more." *eyes security guards*
Ch`Dith ignores Mr. DeathWish.
Ch`Dith nods at Trent.
<Vander> <OOC> With a Dragon around and Trent likely to kill me, 
vampire territory's safer. :)
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Arsenal> Well, Vander... 
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Van: %)
<SteveM> . o O (Less public, open area, but still within city limits... 
where?)
<Arsenal> you spot a dozen large bats following you..
Ch`Dith . o O (Lead the way, Dragon Heart. I will follow unseen.)
<Trent> *back in American*  "C'mon, I know a place."
Vander thinks better of it and turns back into ther town
<Malik> . o O ( Damn. I hate these freaks. I hate 'em. Wish they'd go 
away, and stop bothering me. Make my job alot easier. )
Ch`Dith shadowforms
<SteveM> "Kasia, you ok?"
Kasia swallows. "Hajimemashte. Watashi no namae wa Kasia Harnell des. 
Doozo youroshku."
<Arsenal> <OOC> Kasia: translation?
<Kasia> "Hai. genke." *switches back to American* "Sorry, I blanked 
out. I'm fine."
Ch`Dith . o O (I could make your entire existence less complicated with 
a single breath, careless one.)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Ars: Even I figured that one out.
<Trent> <ooc> Don't worry Vander, I won't hurt you.  (Strangely, he's 
not grinning)
Ch`Dith nods at Kas
<Malik> . o O ( Oh, great. He can read my thoughts. Damn. This just 
makes my day. Thanks, but no thanks. )
<Kasia> Ars: Hi, glad to meet you, my name's Kasia Harnell, please do 
me the service of allowimg me to remain in your company(implied: Don't 
eat me)
Ch`Dith . o O (you're welcome either way.)
<Arsenal> heh
Vander heads back to the hotel
<Trent> *to Steve* "Warehouse okay?"
SteveM <OOC> is getting a kick outta this.
<Kasia> Ars: And Hai, genke means "I'm fine"
<Vander> . o O (Might as well face the music. hope Trent doesn't mosh."
<Arsenal> Kas: I noticed that..
Kasia follows whatever's going on blankly
Ch`Dith drifts after Steve
<SteveM> *back to Trent* "Sure... Wait a minute. If N'Mor and Kasia are 
here, then who's watching our other charge?"
<Malik> . /me wanders after Steve, but pulls his gun back out, keeping 
it at his side.
<Malik> - .
<Malik>  /me wanders after Steve, but pulls his gun back out, keeping 
it at his side.
Arsenal kills Malik's typoist....
<Malik> <OOC> *grumble
Malik wanders after Steve, but pulls his gun back out, keeping it at 
his side.
Trent shrugs..."What other charge?"
<Kasia> "What? N'mor - where did that baka no dorobo go?"
<Malik> <OOC> Me not type good to-day.
<SteveM> "The other girl we picked up. The baka."
Trent leads the way out to a medium sized warehouse towards the edge of 
town.
<Ch`Dith> * you can barely make out a patch of blackness floating 
behind Steve
<SteveM> <OOC> O-nnay It-shay.
<N`Mor> "I told her to stay in the room..."
<Trent> <ooc> That was after I got arrested, you know.
Vander heads up to the rooms
<Arsenal> Vander: Ru'ach is not there.
<Kasia> "You think she'd listen? Damn!"
<SteveM> "But would she obey? Somebody's gotta find her."
<Vander> <OOC> I know
Kasia runs back to the arena, grabs Ru'ach's bike from where she 
stashed it, and heads back the way the others went.
Vander checks the chalk drawing on the floor again, absolutely 
convinced the shoe size fits his this time.
Malik squints, eyeing the general area of the black form, then walks 
slightly slower, allowing some distance between them.
N`Mor swishes his tail annoyedly. "Hrmm. Yes, perhaps I should have 
just ignored the potential threat of you all being eaten. I'll remember 
that in the future."
SteveM runs back to the hotel first before the warehouse.
<Ru`ach> Ars: how long does Invisibility: Simple last?
<SteveM> *pants* "No time for that now, Bevo!"
Kasia parks the bike at the warehouse. Glances at Trent. "Well, at 
least we have something she's gonna want, now."
<Arsenal> Ru: 3 minutes/Exp Level
Raenar goes looking for Ru'ach
<Malik> *to N`mor* "Makes more sense than talking to a big lizard."
<Arsenal> in your case... 3 minutes
Kasia opens her mind to the town, looking for Ru's thought patterns
<Trent> *to Kasia* "Huh, good thinking.  Who is this person?"
<Arsenal> kas: believe it or not, she's still outside the arena
<Vander> <OOC> Get outta my mind, babe! :)
N`Mor <ooc> is lost as to where everyone is now. ;)
<Arsenal> N`M: they're en route to the warehouse...
<Malik> <OOC> Agh. My mind's getting crowded. ;)
<Trent> NM: Warehouse, 'cept for Steve, Vander and Ru.
<Arsenal> Vander is at the hotel, Steve's en route there, and Ru's at 
the arena
<N`Mor> so where am I?
<N`Mor> %)
<Malik> . o O ( Hey, lizardo? How do hobbits taste? )
Kasia doesn't listen to Trent, groans. "She's back at the Arena, of all 
things...
<Kasia> "
<Trent> NM: Warehouse.
<Arsenal> N`M: following Trent
<N`Mor> okee
Kasia swings the bike around and heads back, keeping her mind open
Ch`Dith . o O (I do not know. Hobbits haven't attacked me yet.)
<SteveM> <OOC> . o O (Like chicken?)
Vander ponders his emminant demise at trent's hands s'more
<Trent> "Figures.  Well, I need to get my stuff anyhoo..." *runs to 
arena*
<Arsenal> Okay...
<Malik> . o O ( Want to find out? )
<Arsenal> Steve: when you get to the rooms, Vander's there, Ru ain't
Ch`Dith . o O (I eat what I feel like eating.)
<Vander> <OOC>Malik: Thanx a lot! :)
Raenar heads for the Warehouse
<Alchemist> <OOC> Sorry, have to go. See ya later maybe ;-)   ? Thanks 
a lot? Like it..
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Actually there is one person who's getting close to 
being supper.
<Malik> . o O ( Couldn't you maybe.. *feel* like eating the hobbit? I 
hear they're real tasty. )
Kasia squeals to a halt outside the arena, does a broadband search for 
Ru'ach
<SteveM> "Great... Vander, did you see the girl anywhere?  Relax, 
Trent's not with me."
<Arsenal> Cya, Rudy..
<Raenar> <OOC> brb
<Vander> Steve finds me writing my last will and testament
Trent gets to the arena, finds the locker, gets his stuff and goes back 
to the warehouse, prolly after running past Ru several times.
<SteveM> <OOC> Nites Rudy. Nice meeting you.
<Malik> <OOC> Laters Rudy.
<Vander> "Steve? Nah. She wasn't here when i came in
<Vander> ."
<Arsenal> Kas: You sense Ru wandering around outside the arena
<Trent> <ooc> G'Nite, Rudy.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Nite, Rudy
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<SteveM> "Shee-it."
<Vander> <OOC> Later Rudy
Kasia pulls up beside her
<SteveM> "Whatcha writing?"
Ch`Dith . o O (If I were you I'd drop the subject before I decide to 
"feel like" eating one of the Heroes after all.)
<Vander> *to Steve* "Uh... just me will."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> That is what would normally be construed as a "Hint".
<SteveM> "That rough a night?"
Ru`ach shoves Kasia off of her bike. "itami kanjiru!"
Trent pauses to strap on his jetpack before heading back to the 
warehouse.
Kasia points at the seat behind her. "Notteiku."
<Malik> . o O ( Uhh.. maybe I'll shut up, now. Yes? )
<Arsenal> Malik: good boy. :)
<Kasia> "Ben taberu, baka!"
<Malik> <OOC> :)
Ch`Dith reforms in the Warehouse. "Yes."
<Vander> *to Steve* "What else would ye call it?"
Kasia grabs teh front of Ru's jacket and swings onto the bike in front 
of her.
Trent lands by the warehouse walks in, sees Steve not be there. "Where 
did Steve go?"
<SteveM> "Neither Trent nor the dragon is with me. And if they want 
you, they're gonna have to go through me."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Oh, that's a relief for 'im. }8=>
Kasia grabs the handlebars and pulls off toward the warehouse *fast*
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> bbias
<Arsenal> Kasia: you get there in a minute flat
<Vander> *to Steve* "Thanx. Trent I can face, but that dragon... 
*shudder* ... (barely a whisper)I hate dragons."
<SteveM> "And if you ever get nervous, you can take the jumpseat of the 
Plow. Now come along, we're late."
<Malik> . o O ( I wonder if I'll get hazard pay for this. )
Kasia parks, grabs Ru, and shoves her at Trent. "Hold the baka, my arms 
hurt."
Ru`ach is muttering in Hewbrew the whole time.
Trent blinks, obliges. "I don't believe we've been introduced."
Vander follows Steve back to the warehouse
<Malik> <OOC> What's this warehouse look like?
<Vander> +on the Hog
N`Mor paces around the warehouse floor, vibrating the ground slightly 
with every heavy step.
<Arsenal> Malik: it's a big open space...
SteveM takes the Plow over to the warehouse now.
Ru`ach looks at Trent. "What do you want?"
Kasia snorts. "The baka no dorobo namae no Ru'ach."
Malik sits down on the floor.
<Arsenal> Several unmarked crates are nearby
<Ru`ach> *to Kasia* Shteki!
<Trent> "At this point to know your name."  *shrug*
<SteveM> <OOC> And Ru-chan exhibits her Shadow-osity.
<Ru`ach> +""
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> b
<Vander> <OOC> Ru: Uh... don't say that too much. :)
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Van: what? I said shuddup.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> "Who are you?" "What do you want?" *chuckle*
<Arsenal> <OOC> I like this.. no need to RP *anyone*
Malik eyes the crates, stands and sits on top of one, setting his gun 
down on top of the crate.
<Vander> <OOC> Ru: Oh? What was i thinking then? O_o
<Arsenal> Okay... 
Trent glances between Kasia and the unnamed lady, sighs. "Could you 
ladies please speak american; I've had a LONG day."
SteveM pulls up to the big door, shifts to Battloid to open it, shifts 
back to Transport to drive in.
<Malik> <OOC> Hey, I'm getting used to this Xenophobic Stick-Up-The-Ass 
Nazi Taskmaster buisness. :)
<Kasia> "Surudoi buttai no jii ni fukeru."
Vander shuts down the Hog and walks in
<Arsenal> Malik: you do it well..
<Arsenal> Okay.. everyone is now in the Warehouse
<Trent> "Excuse me." *walks over to Vander*
N`Mor looks over at the dragon. He speaks in Elvish, "To warn you ahead 
of time, this creatures ate all quite insane."
<Vander> <OOC> Ars: Are Lyrans and Sponge Minions gonna storm it 
looking for WDI tech? :)
<Raenar> <OOC> bak
SteveM stands up in his seat. "Trent, stand fast."
<N`Mor> s/ate/are/
Arsenal kills UL for that one...
<Ru`ach> *to kasia* "Veshedifeki gamal barzel!"
<Vander> "Uh... hi Trent
<Vander> ."
Trent pauses. "Steve, lay off. I'm not going to kill him."
<N`Mor> <ooc> Yeah, he helped Trent earn a milliion bux. %)
<SteveM> "What are you going to do then?"
Ch`Dith grins and mutters.... "one who is evil / yet seems to aid 
good.... / one short of stature but great of words..."
<Trent> "Hello, Vander."
<Vander> <OOC> Ch'D: 'Great of words'? :)
Trent seems to be restraining himself, barely.
<N`Mor> vander: <ooc> You're a loudmouth
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> What the cow said. This is epic poetry, remember?
<Vander> *to Trent* "Uh, look, I'm sorry about gettin' ye caught. I..."
<SteveM> "Trent, anything you wanna get off your chest, get it off. 
Vander's had about a rough a night as you."
<Vander> <OOC> N'Mor, Ch'D: I got that
<Raenar> ok we're all here. I think
<Arsenal> we are
Malik eyes Vander sadistically, and stares blankly at him.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> wait.... is anyone holding me?
<Arsenal> Ru: N`Mor, I think
<Trent> "Look, I'm not going to bother to say I'm not pissed, 'cause I 
am.  The thing is, though..." he grits his teeth and forces the words 
out "It's.  Not.  Your. Fault."
<Vander> *to the genearl assembly* "Could all of you please sign this?" 
*hands Steve his Will*
Malik looks at Trent. "Actually, I think it is."
<Trent> <ooc> Ru, do you really want to try running.
Trent *GLARES* at Malik. "Don't fuck with me right now, skullboy."
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Trent: no. I want to get on the bike and ride like hell 
:)
<Vander> *to Trent* ".........."
N`Mor idly uses his frame to block the exit.
SteveM looks over the Will, hands it back without signing it. "Van, 
don't you think this is being premature?"
<Vander> "Uh... if you say so?"
<Arsenal> Okay...
Vander looks at Steve in the negative.
<Arsenal> you're all in the warehouse... why'd yo come here, btw?
Trent sighs. "Yeah, it's not your fault. I knew that I'd probably get 
arrested coming back here."
<SteveM> Ars: Good place to talk without drawing attention?
<Vander> <OOC> Needed a place to get Ch'D oput of sight
<Trent> Ars: It's a large open space not in a public area?
<Arsenal> 'k... suits me fine..
Malik whistles innocently.
N`Mor looks at the dragon, and cocks his head to one side.
Ch`Dith nods. "None of us can outrun our destiny forever."
N`Mor . o O (I know you can hear this... what is this prose you are 
reciting?)
Vander looks at the dragon. "............!!!"
<Malik> "Geez. Why's everyone getting mad at me? Well, only one of you 
will actually get to kill me.. I mean, sure.. lots of you can *help* 
but I'm wagering on the dragon being the one wh- ..nevermind."
SteveM holds out his hand for Vander's will. "All right, I'll sign it."
Ch`Dith looks back, grins pleasantly. Note the teeth. Good teeth.
<Trent> "By the way, I seem to have picked up a rather large sum of 
cash tonight."
<Kasia> <OOC> Ch'dith, are you talking in dragon/elven or eigo?
<SteveM> "So have I, Trent."
Ch`Dith . o O (My destiny... and yours, I think.)
<Kasia> <OOC> Err... 'merkin
Vander hands his Will to Steve
<Trent> *to Steve* "I think I've got you beat."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> recitations are in dragonese, odd dialect but 
understandable. Convo is english for now.
SteveM gets a pen outta his glove box and signs.
N`Mor grunts, and tugs at one of his horns thoughtfully.
<SteveM> *to Trent* "I don't doubt it. But we can compare coffers 
later."
<Trent> "Yeah, I want to meet the new arrivals."
Vander wonders if he can get out of here without the dragoin noticing 
him
Ch`Dith . o O (No.)
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Vander> +and other Hobbitish thoughts about dragons
<Arsenal> Vander: including the name "Smaug"?
Ch`Dith grins wider for no apparent reason.
Trent walks over to the rest of the group, notices Vander frozen in 
place. "What's wrong?"
<Vander> <OOC> Ars: Yes
<SteveM> "For some reason, Vander and dragons just don't seem to mix 
too well."
<Trent> "Ah, I see.  You take one arm, I'll take the other."
<Vander> *to Trent* "......................................*hoarse 
whisper*dragon!"
Ch`Dith grins at the shorty... .oO(I mean you no harm, little one.)
SteveM nods and hops down.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Van: Full marks for comparative anatomy courses.
<N`Mor> *to Vander* "He won't eat you... you smell too foul."
<Vander> "uh... ye're a TP?"
<Vander> <OOC> Ch'D: Heh
Ch`Dith nods. "We use the term, 'singer of thoughts'"
<Vander> *to Ch'D* "oh."
Kasia looks up at that. "Another telepath?"
<Vander> <OOC> That was eloquent of me. :)
Ru`ach doesn't even look up. "Great. Two people that can screw around 
with my head."
Trent walks back over to the group, carrying Vander between himself and 
Steve.
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Yes. Apparently they come in packs." *whispered* 
"Which does not do wonders for Malik's state of mind."
<Kasia> "Ronin no seimeihoken arimasen kekkon suru."
<Raenar> I'm here. Did I miss anything
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Come again?"
Kasia chuckles at Steve
<Arsenal> Rae: nope...
<Vander> <OOC> Rae: Uh... everything?
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Steve: Um.
Kasia blinks. "Huh? Oh, I just suggested she marry a Ronin with no life 
insurance."
<Ru`ach> *to Kasia* "Hamora. Tizdyni im Bill Clinton!"
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Kasia> "Whatever you suggested with whoever that is, no thanks."
<SteveM> "Talk about oil and water."
Trent shudders, manages to contain his temper. "Would you people PLEASE 
speak american?"
N`Mor <ooc> realizes he has mind block.. neat. %)
<Ru`ach> *to Trent* "Lo!"
<Kasia> "Sorry, Trent."
Vander tries to get his mind off the dragon sitting nearby by fiddling 
with his translator
Vander goes through the translator's entire stock of swear words in 
every language it's programmed with
<Trent> "Thank you.  Now I think we have some questions we need to 
answer."
Malik hops off his crate and stomps over to Vander, looking over his 
shoulder. "What's that, dragon-bait?"
Raenar goes through his Backpack to make sure he didn't loose anything.
Kasia takes note of a few of those...
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> By now I'd think that even Malik would figure out that 
I'm not interested in the short guy, and that insisting I should eat 
someone is highly likely to backfire....
Vander elbows Malik in the ribs and calls Malik something that he 
passed a second ago.
<SteveM> "Malik, will you lay off?"
<Arsenal> <OOC> Yeah, but Malik hates all D-Bees... he's just goading 
Vander
<Trent> "Namely, what are we going to do with our pair of new arrivals.  
And Malik...shut up.  You don't want to see me seriously annoyed."
N`Mor sighs and idly twirls one of his revolvers on his finger. The big 
pistol looks tiny in the bovinoid's huge meathooks.
<Malik> *to Steve* *sigh* "..Very well."
Malik glares at Vander and makes a rude gesture with his hand, then 
stalks quickly back to his crate, throwing a sidelong glance at Steve.
<N`Mor> *to the dragon, in dragonese* "This is my destiny? Tell me it 
isn't true."
<Vander> *to Trent* "Well, I'm not making any headway with those 
Stones. i guess having a magic user would help."
<SteveM> "What about the stones?"
Ch`Dith replies in the same language, "It was written."
Ch`Dith eyes the stones
<Trent> *to Vander* "Hmm...you've go a point there." *Idly wonders 
which one's the magic user*
<Vander> *to Steve* "I can't make heads or tails of 'em. Maybe if the 
Dragon knows some voodoo or something..."
N`Mor nods, and in American, "Pity. I hoped there'd be something that 
made more sense." He sighs, and shakes his big head.
Kasia drifts away from the conversations and sits on a crate rubbing 
her temples.
<Vander> "At least, all the tales I've heard say some dragons used 
magic."
<Malik> "I don't trust that magic crap. It'll screw you over just as 
soon as turn someone into a frog, or whatever the hell it is you people 
do."
Ch`Dith does that grinning thing again.... .o(No-one ever said 
prophecies had to make sense.)
<Ch`Dith> "The key word in that sentence is 'some'."
<Trent> "All right, Malik doesn't like the concept of having a magic 
user, so that mean we probably need one."
<Kasia> <OOC> A prophecy is a guess that comes true. When it doesn't, 
that's called a metaphor."
<SteveM> "So you obviously don't."
<Raenar> *to Vander* "not all of them.
Malik snorts in Trent's general direction.
<Ch`Dith> "Correct."
SteveM bites the inside of his lip to avoid cracking up laughing at 
that.
<Vander> *to Raenar* "And yeah. Yer an Elf. Don't you know any?"
<Trent> "He's a 'borg, which screws that whole bit up, supposedly."
Kasia glances at Ch'Dith. "No magic? Just Psi?"
SteveM eyes the new guy. "I think he's more Mossberg than magic."
<SteveM> . o O (Just like Malik.)
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
Ch`Dith looks sharply at Rae. "That adds up.... <dragonese> child of 
nature / drenched in death inside and out
<Ch`Dith> "
Malik picks up his gun and starts tossing it up in the air and then 
trying to catch it by the barrel each time.
Ch`Dith returns Kasia's glance. "Succinctly, yes."
Trent turns to Ru'ach. "So, do you know anything about magic use, 
miss..." the sentence trails off as he realizes he still hasn't been 
introduced.
Kasia grins. "My kind of dragon. Welcome to the club."
Ch`Dith taps a claw to the floor twice. The gun lands on Malik's head.
<Raenar> "not really. but elven folklore says. "some dragons are just 
big lizards. Nothing more."
<Kasia> "The baka no dorobo is named Ru'ach, Trent."
<Trent> "Thanks, Kasia."
Malik arghs, and grabs his head. He looks around quickly, then 
grumbles, and picks the gun up from the floor.
Kasia chuckles at the Dragon. "Good one."
Ch`Dith grins yet again.
<SteveM> . o O (The dragon will fit in, it seems.)
<Malik> *mumbled* "Damn freak-show reject magic using.. uh.. freaks."
<Trent> <ooc> Yeah, it seems so.
Vander pulls out his recorder and goes over everything he has on the 
Stones. Which is basically five words. "WHAT THE SNAD ARE THESE?!"
<SteveM> <OOC> Van: LOL
Ch`Dith eyes the stones, gets a headache.
<Vander> <OOC> The Stones are back in the supply truck
<Trent> "So, Ru'ach, do you know anything about magic?  And I'm not 
talking about that old pre-rifts card game."
Kasia uses a bit of teek to kick Malik in the rear while he's still 
stooped over. "Not magic, Nazi-boy."
Arsenal <ooc> just remembered the fact that Sergio's with them... 
keeping relatively quiet, prolly drunk as a skunk, and cursing his lot 
in life..
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> d'oh. disregard last sentence, then.
Ru`ach looks at Trent. "Why do you care?"
<Malik> *to Kasia* "That's Sergeant Nazi Boy to you, damnit. And I 
don't really care."
<SteveM> Ars: <OOC> You sure Ch'Dith's appearance didn't make him swear 
off?
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Raenar feels like going out a killing something.
<Vander> Oi, rb
<Arsenal> Steve: he prolly took it as an hallucination :)
<Malik> <OOC> 'lo rb
erfiglkt nods, lurks quietly in the corner
Trent shrugs. "Curious, I guess. Besides, we picked up these weird 
magical stones..."
<Raenar> <OOC> hey RB
<Vander> <OOC> Is the supply truck outside the warehouse, or still at 
the hotel?
Malik drops down behind the crates, out of sight from everyone else, 
and starts trying to catch his gun again.
<Arsenal> still at the hotel
<SteveM> "So, ..Ch'Dith, is it?  Think you can change back or do you 
need to do that trick of the shadows again?
N`Mor <ooc> wonders what happened to those 'bats' that were following 
Vander. ;)
<Arsenal> N`M: they didn't enter the town...
<N`Mor> ah
<Vander> <OOC> they turned back at the gate.
Ru`ach frowns at Trent. "You want me to do work *for* you?"
<Vander> *to Ru* "We could make it worth yer while."
N`Mor <ooc> idly wonders how Vander reaches the pedals of his bike... 
phonebooks? %)
<Vander> "Ye said ye needed a job. I could use an assistant."
<Arsenal> it's a low-rider... 
Ch`Dith mutters, "You do seem to be the only 'young weaver of 
enchantments' in the vicinity...."
<Arsenal> extremely low
<Ru`ach> *to Van* "Doing what?"
<Trent> *blinks* "Depends on how you define work.  I did come into a 
bit of cash, tho.."
<Vander> <OOC> It's a very low low-rider :)
<SteveM> *to Ru-chan* "We have recently become people of substance." 
*takes out C$5000 and fans himself with them*
<N`Mor> Ars: he'd have to be sitting behind the damn engine to reach 
'em ;)
<N`Mor> He'd be looking over the fatboy
<N`Mor> %)
Ru`ach trys to reach for the money out of habit.
<Arsenal> it's modified just for him
<Raenar> "SteveM, Nice pay-off."
Trent chuckles, takes out his wad of 1 Million. "Yep, I got you beat by 
a bit, Steve."
<Vander> *to Ru* "If you know any magic, I could use yer help figgerin' 
out a few artifacts we found. If not, I could use a spare hand with 
keeping our vehicles in working order."
SteveM pulls the cash back... "This is the advance payment. There'll be 
20,000 more of these when your work's done."
Kasia 's eyes get caught by the money
<N`Mor> I suppose the pedals could be extended for people with foot-
long legs ;)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> 20,000 x 5,000? Trent loses.
Kasia blinks a few times, then shivers
<Ru`ach> *to Van* "I don't do mechanics. And I'm not doing magic 'till 
I get to Mexico."
Malik puts away his gun and jumps over the crate, walking over to the 
rest of the group.
<Arsenal> Ch: he means 20K more dollars...
<SteveM> <OOC> As in 20,000 in cash.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> I know that.
<Vander> *to Ru* "Then I got no use fer ye."
<Trent> "You're heading to Mexico too?  Mebbe you could come along."
<Ch`Dith> "She will."
N`Mor hears the magic word. "Ah, Mexico. Does anyone remember exact;y 
why we're here?"
<Ru`ach> "With her?!" *points at Kasia*
<Vander> *to N'Mor* "We're going to a weenie roast. Vampire's on the 
menu."
<Trent> *chuckle* "She doesn't bite."
<Arsenal> Sergio hears this.. "Me-hee-co?  *hic*  bloody vamps."
<Malik> *to N'Mor* "Something about killing something. That's all I 
need to know."
<SteveM> "Yes, which is why I think the rest of this coffee klastch is 
better held at the hotel."
<Ru`ach> "I am *not* travelling with a byoki hokinsha no baishunfu!"
Ch`Dith mutters under his breath, "or can comprehend..."
Kasia snorts at Ru. "Baka no dorobo."
<Vander> *to Steve* "Roit! I'll meet you guys ther!" *wants to get as 
far away from the dragon as possible*
N`Mor picks up the linewalker by the back of the shirt again. "You can 
ride with me."
<Arsenal> Ru: <OOC> translation?
Vander starts for the door
<Trent> "AMERICAN PLEASE! Sorry.  Anyway, you don't have to ride with 
her.  Prolly couldn't anyhoo.
Ru`ach bahs at Kasia. "You're repeating yourself."
<SteveM> "Go on ahead, Vander..."
<Trent> +"
<Kasia> "Microsoft programmer. Stick your head in A: and press format."
<Malik> <OOC> Wouldn't it be fun to just leave Malik behind and say he 
got 'killed'? %)
Kasia can speak technocan too. ;)
Ch`Dith eyes <OOC> Why bother lying? 
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Ch`Dith> So can Ch`Dith 
Vander retrieves his Will from Steve before heading out, looking to 
make sure everyone's signed it
<Malik> <OOC> Point. ;)
<Ru`ach> *to Kasia* "Lechi tizdyni im Bill Gates!"
<Arsenal> okay... who's headed back to the hotel?
Ch`Dith eyes Ru`ach. "No need to go that far."
N`Mor grumbles, and shakes Ru'ach again. "Can we get over this?"
<Kasia> "Grab a hot waffle iron, Luser! Spend a day trip with the 
BOFH!"
<Raenar> I'm going
Ch`Dith is not.
SteveM is... "Kasia, you coming along?"
<Kasia> "Sure, Steve."
Trent growls under his breath. "All right you two, STOP IT."
<Ch`Dith> "I will wait here."
<Arsenal> Sergio *hics*  "Ah'm drivin'
<SteveM> <OOC> <Announcer voice> Trent Harris is... "The Ref."
<Arsenal> "
<SteveM> "No you're not, Sergio. Not in the city, anyway."
<SteveM> "And CERTAINLY not in your condition."
<Trent> Steve: No, Trent Harris is....Getting Annoyed.
<SteveM> <OOC> You never saw that movie?
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N`Mor trudges out of the warehouse, tossing the young linewalker across 
his shoulder.
Merquoni is now known as KasiaH
<Arsenal> 're Kasia
Ru`ach screams.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> 're Kasia
N`Mor <ooc> senses a trend. ;)
SteveM ponders lashing the baka's hoverbike to the Plow before heading 
out.
<Trent> "N'Mor, put her down.  C'mon, Ru'ach."
<KasiaH> "Oh, put a sock in it and try to run Photoshop Pro on a 286 
winbox."
<Ru`ach> "Shteki!"
N`Mor grumbles, and puts her down. "She is your responsibility, then."
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Why don't you ride with me, ok?"
<KasiaH> "Sure, Steve. Sure."
<Trent> "Ch'Dith, we'll be back in the morning."
Ch`Dith nods. "Sleep well."
<Trent> "I know that, N'Mor."
<SteveM> "We'll try."
Ru`ach looks at Trent. *mutters* "Meshugah."
Vander heads for the town court house to get his Will noterized
<Malik> <ooc> Where's the rest of Malik's stuff?
<Vander> <OOC> *idle*
Raenar feels like Vamp hunting. Grabs his stuff.
<Arsenal> Malik: at the hotel
Ch`Dith says nothing more and silently watches them from the shadowy 
interior.
Trent shakes his head. "You can use my bed. I'll sleep on the floor."
<Vander> GAH! *SKA_ROOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLL*
Malik is going to the hotel then. ;)
<Raenar> Same here
<Trent> Me Too!  </AOL>
N`Mor makes his way back to the hotel, stopping to observe some tasty-
looking scrub along the way.
<Arsenal> Okay... let's skip ahead a few hours... 
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<Arsenal> it is now morning
<Trent> Okee.
KasiaH is now known as Kasia
<Raenar> ok that sux
SteveM climbs out of bed...
<Ru`ach> <OOC> is Kasia there? *duck* %)
Raenar climbs into bed.
<SteveM> <OOC> Probably not.
Trent stretches, having never actually gone to sleep. Again.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Jealous, Ru?
Vander wakes up, SSSes, checks the chalk drawing's shoe size again (my, 
it seems larger today), and goes to get breakfast.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Ch: No.
Kasia wakes up, changes, etc, heads out for food.
Malik grunts, and washes off his face, then similarly searches for 
food.
SteveM is already picking through the continental breakfast.
Ru`ach begins feeling hunger. Ignores it out of habit.
Kasia grabs a roll that doesn't look too disgusting
Raenar finds an apple and eats it.
Vander meers Kasia at the local choke and puke. "Oi! I had a horrible 
dream last night! Dreamt a dragon joined th' team."
Ch`Dith is sleeping fitfully after thinking about prophecies most of 
the night.
<SteveM> <OOC> Thought you were in bed, Rae...
Trent notices Ru'ach not going to eat. "C'mon, I'll pay."
<Vander> -meer +meet
N`Mor wanders in, brushing dust off of himself. He appears to have 
spent the night outside.
Kasia glances funny at Van. "Dream? Nope. Sorry."
Vander chokes on toast.
<Ru`ach> *to Trent* thanks.
Kasia pounds on teh runt's back
<Raenar> "Vander. That was no dream."
<Vander> "*hackcoughgulp* Huh, whu...?!"
Malik grabs a croissant and stuffs it in his mouth, chewing noisily. He 
pushes someone away from a carton of bagels and grabs the already-
toasted bagel (but not yet touched!) from their plate.
SteveM glances back at Vander. "I don't do much dreaming anyway... 
Oddly enough, I find my waking life much more interesting as of late."
Trent wanders down and joins the group gorging themselves.
<SteveM> . o O (And when I do dream... you just don't wanna know.)
<Arsenal> At this point, a young man enters the place, obviously shaken 
and quite scared.
SteveM eyes the newcomer.
<Kasia> "Nope, no dream." Kasia seems to be enjoying the opportunity to 
pound the hobbit. "A Dragon really did join the team." *pause* "A big 
one."
N`Mor eyes a piece of fruit that looks edible, and crams it into his 
maw.
Vander takes note of the entrance, then goes back to eating
Trent looks up between mouthfulls, goes back to eating.
Kasia picks up on the distress, glances over.
Ru`ach finds something that looks meatless. Eats it.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Ru: yum, sushi.
<Arsenal> "Bartender," he says, "gimme a rum and coke.  No, make it 
whiskey.  Better yet, make it that D-Bee drink of yours... 
N!!Thren'das, izzat it?  I need a drink, or I'll fall apart."
<Kasia> <OOC> *cackle* %D
<N`Mor> *to Ru'ach* "Their eating habits are disgusting, no?"
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Ch: Cucumber sushi! YUM! %)
<Trent> <ooc> o/~ Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, 
etc...o/~
<Kasia> <OOC> That's been described as "ambrosia with an aftertaste of 
paint thinner..." :)
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
SteveM <OOC> eyes his Mojo CD, ponders putting it in and howling along 
to "Beer Ain't Drinkin'"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> By the survivors, you mean?
<Arsenal> the man is clearly distressed about something...
<SteveM> *muttered* "Wonder if he was a wrestler in a past life."
<Arsenal> Steve: There is something about the man that grabs your 
attention... his sidearm bears a symbol you've not seen since you 
arrived in the Rifts world.
<SteveM> (What symbol be this?)
Trent finishes eating copious amounts of food, glances at the newcomer.
<Arsenal> Upon closer inspection, it appears to be an RDF symbol.
<erfiglkt> <OOC> SteveM; just lurking.  Don't mind me.
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<Raenar> *to man* "what's wrong?"
Malik eyes the man, then shrugs, and stuffs his *borrowed* bagel in his 
mouht.
<Vander> *to Kasia* 
"*somethingmumbledaboutbiglizardswithbigappetitesandflamingbreathandHob
bitssingingeasily*
<Vander> "
Vander <OOC> lags righteously?
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SteveM tries not to gawk, fails miserably.
<Arsenal> but the gun is nothing you've seen before.
Kasia feels Steve's sudden shock, puts a hand on his arm. "What?"
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<Vander> re
<Arsenal> 're Vander
<Trent> 're, Van
<SteveM> "Maybe I've seen a ghost..."
<Raenar> <OOC> hey Vander
<Vander> <OOC> Was I lagged, or was there a lull?
<Arsenal> i think you were lagged
Kasia stares at Steve strangely. "You know this guy?"
<Vander> <OOC> OK
SteveM goes up to the newcomer...
Kasia follows
<Malik> <OOC> Ack. Gotta go. *wave*
<Trent> cya, Malik.
<Vander> <OOC> Later Malik
<Arsenal> the newcomer barely notices ya
<SteveM> "Excuse me, friend. Couldn't help but notice that gun..."
<Arsenal> Cya, Malik.
<Kasia> <OOC> Ta, Malik
<Raenar> <OOC> Vander: as soon as you left a scrollllll
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<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Looks like Ars'll get to NPC someone after all.
<Arsenal> yeah, looks it...
<Vander> *to Steve* What? You know the guy?"
Ch`Dith <ooc> aways, <IC> snoozes on for now
SteveM ignores Kasia and Vander for the moment.
<Arsenal> "Yeah?  Found it in a technological gold mine a bit farther 
south.
Kasia glances at the gun, wonders what's so odd about it.
Trent glances over at Steve.
Vander looks at the gun the stranger's carrying
<SteveM> "How far south?"
Ru`ach looks around, confused.
<Trent> *to Ru'ach* "So, how exactly did you come to meet our merry 
little band of people?"
<Arsenal> "About a hundred miles south, and *big*.  My unit found it, 
fat lot of good it did them."
Raenar notices the gun in the stranger's hand. "nice piece."
<SteveM> "Why? What happened to them?"
<Ru`ach> *to Trent* "I tried to borrow."
<Arsenal> "We woulda brought it back, if it wasn't for the damn vamps 
that claimed it as a home.  As it is, I barely got out."
<SteveM> . o O (Probably vamps)
<SteveM> "You think you can point it out on a map if we gave you one?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> back
<Arsenal> "A lone survivor out of two dozen men and women."  With this, 
he downs the glass of N!!Thren'das, and asks for another one.
Raenar gets a maps
<Trent> "Ahh.  Is that why Kasia's...disapproving of you?"
<Raenar> -s
Vander hands Steve his recorder after pulling up the map we made from 
the GB armour's blackbox
<Arsenal> "I c'n take you to it.  I still owe those vamps for what they 
did to Jodi."
<Ru`ach> *to Trent* "Yeah."
<Trent> *chuckle* "Heh, nothing I wasn't doing when I was your age."
<SteveM> "Jodi was your..."
<Arsenal> "Girlfriend, commander, lover, boss, you name it."
Ru`ach looks at Trent in surprise.
<Trent> "Yeah, I'm from around here.  And, a guy's gotta survive, no?"
<Arsenal> "We started the group, just the two of us."
SteveM nods solemnly. "I think we may just have room for you after 
all."
SteveM sounds like a man who knows all about that. He's lost an unit 
before.
<Arsenal> The newcomer looks at Steve, and sticks out his hand.  "Raoul 
Charboneau."
Kasia winces at the tone in Steve's voice involuntarily
<SteveM> "Steve Mitchell." *shakes*
<Vander> <OOC> Heh With as many people as are heading south, you'd 
think the Federation of Magick and the Coalition were on the verge of 
starting the shooting :)
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> *chuckle*
SteveM <OOC> starts whistling "Gimme Shelter"
<Trent> <ooc> On the verge of starting?
<Vander> <OOC> Trent: :)
<Kasia> "So... we go?"
<SteveM> "Damn skippy."
N`Mor impales an apple idly on a stake. "It appears we might finally 
get around to our chores."
<Raenar> *holding map out to man* "Where are these Vamps now?"
<Vander> *to Kaisa* "We're already heading south, why not go with 
someone who knows the way?"
<Kasia> "Good point, Runt."
<Trent> *to Ru'ach, still* "Anyway, enough of the ancient history.  You 
have your gear together?"
<Arsenal> Raoul takes a look at the map.  "Directly due south of here."
Vander closes down his recorder and puts it away
<Ru`ach> *to Trent* On my bike. The baishunfu has it."
<SteveM> "Raoul, how do you feel about working with the Coalition?"
<Kasia> *to Ru'ach* "Watch your language, Crud Puppy."
<Trent> "Heh.  I don't know what baishunfu means, but I think I can 
guess.  And lay off, Kasia."
<Arsenal> Raoul shrugs.  "So long as they're helping wipe out those 
vamps, I don't care."
N`Mor pulls the apple off the stake with his teeth, and slides the 
wooden weapon into a loop on a bandolier beneath his cloak. The belt is 
lined with many similar stakes.
SteveM smiles. "Right on."
Raenar grabs his bow and arrows.
Vander opens his recorder again and starts going over the possible 
reasons why his little gimic at the arena didn't work.
<Kasia> "Lay off? Trent, the tsumetai baka was picking Steve's pocket! 
And then she has the gall..." Kasia forcibly restrains herself.
<Trent> <ooc> Hmm...prolly should get my shopping done before we leave.
<Arsenal> Trent: *nod*
<SteveM> "Vander?"
<Vander> "Oi, Steve?"
<Trent> "Kasia, she was doing what she had to to survive.  I used to do 
the same.." he also restrains himself.
Raenar heads for the nearest church in town.
<SteveM> "Think you can make some bullets for my new toy?  You know, 
the CAR-15?"
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Trent: outta my head, please. 2 TPs in the room's enough 
%)
<Vander> *to Steve* Should be able to. Ye'll want the Lost Boys 
Killers, i take it?"
<SteveM> "Naturally."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Well, we're going to be getting on like a house afire.
<Trent> <ooc> Sorry.  I was just going to leave to get some more 
supplies, anyhoo. =)
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Flames, screams, people running for safety....
Trent gets up. "Steve, before we leave, I have some shopping to do."
<SteveM> <OOC> Ch'Dith: Takes all kinds.
Vander leaves to find some place to buy more silver
<SteveM> "Carry on, Trent."
Vander still ponders refinements to his gimic
<Arsenal> Sergio staggers down, hung over, and wanders over to the 
bar... he orders coffee.
<Trent> "'kay.  Try and keep Ru'ach and Kasia from killing each other."
N`Mor follows Vander, having nothing important to do.
Trent wanders out, buys stuff.
<SteveM> "Will do."
<Ru`ach> "It's okay. I don't kill."
Kasia mutters to herself, "kore miyogashi no ekohiiki."
<Kasia> "I do."
Kasia glares.
<Ru`ach> "Then I'll have to adjust."
Ru`ach glares back.
SteveM looks over at Kasia. "Not on my watch."
N`Mor stops at the door. "The easiest resolution would be to cut out 
their tongues."
<N`Mor> He wanders out.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Kasia is a 'Path. Ru can learn sign language.
<Ru`ach> <OOC> NM: No. %)
Kasia sighs, casts one last glare at Ru'ach, and finds a blank wall to 
practice daggerthrowing on.
<SteveM> "I'm sure Malik would agree with you, N'Mor."
<Trent> <ooc> Ars, the list price for my list is $185k.  I'm getting it 
at that?
Vander buys silver
<Arsenal> Trent: yes
Vander buys more silver
<Trent> All right.
<Kasia> *thunk*
<Kasia> *thunk*
<Kasia> *thunk*
N`Mor wanders up behind Vander.
<Kasia> *thunk*
<Kasia> *thunk*
<Arsenal> Trent: as you go about your tasks, you're innundated with 
kids wanting your autograph.
SteveM <OOC> ponders... Trent Goldberg? *runs*
<Arsenal> You've gone from Del Rio's Most Wanted to Celebrity #1 :)
Ru`ach glares at Kasia. "Will someone sensible ask her to stop?"
Trent chuckles, signs quite a few. Kids. =)
Raenar return to the hotel.
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Trent: They'll all want to become Juicers, now. Nice 
going.
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
Vander gets the silver back to the supply truck, drags out the anvil, 
and starts making CAR-15 rounds.
<SteveM> "Come on you two. Let's find you something to do that'll annoy 
the piss outta our Resident Nazi."
<SteveM> "Raoul, where can I find you before we head out?"
<Kasia> "Kiseichu," Kasia snarls at Ru.
<Arsenal> Raoul looks over.  "I'll be right here."
<SteveM> "Very well. Take it easy with that stuff, ok?"
Ru`ach snarls back at Kasia. "Ugat hachkunim!"
<Kasia> "Sure, Steve," Kasia agrees.
<Ru`ach> "sorry."
Vander looks at the pile of rounds he's made, makes s'more
<Kasia> "Go take apart a HAL 9000."
<Arsenal> Malik steps between the two girls.. "Stop that.  Before I 
shoot both of you."
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> Steve: apparently he's annoyed at their bickering. 
Oops.
<SteveM> "On the other hand..."
<SteveM> "Malik, you're with me too."
N`Mor wanders about aimlessly.
<Arsenal> Malik glances at Steve.  "Yes sir."
<Vander> "oi! N'Mor! See whut ye can find to use for ammo magazines."
<Kasia> "Go dismantle a live Vorlon's encounter suit with your teeth."
Raenar packs his backpack
Trent grins at his new toys, rides back to the hotel on his Shiny New 
Bike.
SteveM makes sure the Plow's medkit is properly (read: well) stocked 
with Tylenol.
<SteveM> *grabs Kasia by the wrist rather tightly* "That's enough!"
N`Mor wanders into a gun shop and looks around for the appropriate 
magazines.
<Vander> *to Steve* "Think these'll be enough?" *gestures at the 
thousand or so rounds*
<Ru`ach> "Etzem shel dinosaur. Tikberi et atzmech im hanatzi'im!"
Kasia locks eyes with Steve for a few seconds, then sighs and shakes 
her head. "Sorry."
Trent calls to Vander "Hey Vander, what do you think of my new bike?"
<SteveM> *to Vander* "For about three days."
<Arsenal> N`M: You find them... those clips are quite common.
<Vander> *to Steve* "Then I'll hafta buy more silver."
<Arsenal> Malik makes it a point to stay between the Bickering Duo...
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Next time, as difficult as it sounds, apologize to 
her."
<Vander> <OOC> Steve: You do realize you'll have to pay me for the 
parts and labour. :)
<Arsenal> *chuckle*
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Steve: Ow. %)
Kasia grinds her teeth. "Fine," she growls slowly.
<SteveM> Vander: <OOC> You know I'm good for it.
<Kasia> "But I get to cut her fingers off once she becomes useless."
<Vander> <OOC> Steve: OK :)
Vander buys more silver, makes another 5k rounds
Trent parks his Tarantula bike, walks up to the hotel room.
N`Mor makes off with around two dozen empty clips. He approaches Vander 
and drops a loaded gunnysack at the midget's feet.
SteveM lightly puts his other hand on Kasia's shoulder. "One thing at a 
time, ok?"
<Kasia> "All right."
<Arsenal> Trent: while parking in front, you notice a weird-looking 
hoverbike parked there.
<SteveM> "Good."
Trent goes over to look at it, predictibly.
<SteveM> *to Vander* "What's the damage?"
<Vander> *to Steve* Right now, $6k for the silver. Don't worry about 
labour costs."
N`Mor suddenly gets an idea, and looks around for a knife shop.
<Arsenal> Trent: It's a design that does not appear to be of human 
design.
<SteveM> "Right..." *picks up a cartridge, inspects it* "Nice."
Vander finishes loading the magazines, hands them to Steve
SteveM stocks them neatly in the Plow, getting Kasia to help him.
Trent whistles. "Where are you from?" he asks out loud.
<Trent> <ooc> Oh great, I'm talking to a hoverbike.
<Arsenal> It is also armed with two lasers in the front.  None of the 
markings are in a known language, and you can't see anything that 
resembles a power source.
Raenar looks at his watch. Noticing that it's stopped. "what time is 
it?"
Vander wanders over see what Trent's looking at after putting away his 
tools and anvil
<Arsenal> The hoverbike answers "Na goonda perytonia."
Kasia helps Steve obediently
<Ru`ach> <OOC> Rae: Time is not important. Only life is important. %)
<Vander> *to Trent* "Nice bike ye picked up, there."
<SteveM> Ars: Did we ever get Kasia's Bug fixed?
<Arsenal> Steve: yes.
<Vander> <OOC> You can never run out of thyme. Thyme is infinite. 
Oregano is finite. Basil is finite. This... is wrong pizza."
Trent sorta jolts. "Thanks. What about this hoverbike, though. Have you 
ever seen anything like it?"
N`Mor pokes Ars.. what's the chance of finding a titanium-silver 
alloyed broadsword in this one-horse town? %)
<Arsenal> Vander: it's nothing you've seen.
<Kasia> Van<OOC> OWWWW.
SteveM <OOC> @maims UL for the pun!
Kasia helps Steve.
<Arsenal> N`M: you'd best get it silver-plated... silver alloys do 
nothing to vamps...
<Arsenal> silver has to be 85% pure at worst to harm them.
Ch`Dith joins the "Harm the Hobbit" bandwagon
<Vander> *to Trent* "Nope. Never seen anything like this before."
<Arsenal> and there are plenty of silver- and sword-smiths around.
<Trent> *to the Hoverbike* "Can you speak american?"
<Ch`Dith> <OOC> ooc dammit
SteveM looks up to see Trent and Vander gathered around a strange 
hoverbike.
<Vander> <OOC> N'Mor: Hire me! Hire me!
<Raenar> <OOC> if I pour a vile on the broadsword will that work?
<Trent> <ooc> Van: Wha, trying to get a comission?
<Arsenal> Rae: lemme check.
<Vander> <OOC> Trent: Yep :)
<Arsenal> Steve: the bike has no markings you recognize
<SteveM> "Hmmm... doesn't look like a Southern Cross bike.."
<Arsenal> Malik glances at Steve.  "Southern Cross?"
Vander goes and buys himself a silver-plated bayonet
Trent raises an eyebrow at Steve.."Southern Cross?"
Kasia frowns suddenly. "Hey... where did those Brownies go?"
<SteveM> "Yeah. They manufacture hoverbikes."
<SteveM> "Custom jobs only."
<Arsenal> Kasia: they've just disappeared.
Vander hears Kasia's question. "Oh, blimey!" *runs to look in the 
supply truck*
Kasia shrugs, stares at the bike with the rest.
SteveM <OOC> hears brownies, ponders playing "Dublin Lullaby"
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<Arsenal> Rae: splashing holy water on a sword does no real damage...
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<TrentH> Ouch.
TrentH is now known as Trent
<Vander> re Trent
N`Mor eyes a rather intricately detailed broadsword hanging on the 
wall. The script on blade deems to be dragonese or something vaguely 
similar. "That is a fine weapon," he says to the shopkeep. "I'd be 
interested in purchasing that."
<Ru`ach> re Trent
<Arsenal> anyways, gang... I gotta kill it early...
<Trent> 're, all.
<Trent> 'kay.
<Arsenal> gotta run Tammy home. :P  Cyas later.
Vander doesn't see the Brownies anywhere, goes to join N'Mor
<Kasia> "Nihongo hanasu ka?"
<SteveM> laters Ars... :P
<Vander> Later Ars
<Kasia> Ta, Ars :P
<Trent> G'Nite, Ars.
<SteveM> *to Kasia* "Say what?"
Raenar soaks his arrow head in holy water.
<Raenar> heads even
<Arsenal> We'll pick up here tomorrow
<Ch`Dith> 'nite, Ars.
<Ch`Dith> tomorrow?
Arsenal drops an anvil on his typoist
<Ch`Dith> umm...
<Arsenal> next week... sorry
<SteveM> Rae: What do you think this is, "Thief: The Dark Project"?
Trent wanders back over to HIS bike, to make sure he new armor's 
packed.
<Ch`Dith> *whew*
<Vander> Later folx
<SteveM> lates Van
<Trent> his, even.
<Kasia> "The Japanese equivalant of 'y habla Espanol'." :)
<Trent> cya, Van
<SteveM> Ars: Will the log be up tomorrow?
<Raenar> brb lag beast is here
<Arsenal> Steve: prolly...
<Arsenal> g'nite, all
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<SteveM> ok
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