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tushanshu2013-12-02 11:04 am
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[ Right. Bro has seen enough weird shit in his life, he can understand waking up in a basin of water and being told he's supposed to fight some sort of war— but this wasn't how things were meant to be.
This really was not what he had read up on when first issuing his copies of Sburb.
This wasn't how the game was meant to be played.
Once he saw his own sword bare into his body and fell to the ground, he knew it would be game over for him and can only hope all of the training he had given Dave was good enough.
He can only hope and wish that everything he had done was well enough.
However, to find himself in such a strange and foreign environment, Bro's instinctive reaction is to play it calm and cool and leech out as much information about this place as possible. Inquiring about the place was pointless; people told him to hush— it was the Emperor's business.
Whatever.
Understanding the mere gist of things isn't good enough for Bro Strider. He needs detail. Every single detail he can muster up and find out.
So, once he quickly understands how to work the console, he sends out the massive text with the most important question: ]
yo keeliai.
a/s/l.
This really was not what he had read up on when first issuing his copies of Sburb.
This wasn't how the game was meant to be played.
Once he saw his own sword bare into his body and fell to the ground, he knew it would be game over for him and can only hope all of the training he had given Dave was good enough.
He can only hope and wish that everything he had done was well enough.
However, to find himself in such a strange and foreign environment, Bro's instinctive reaction is to play it calm and cool and leech out as much information about this place as possible. Inquiring about the place was pointless; people told him to hush— it was the Emperor's business.
Whatever.
Understanding the mere gist of things isn't good enough for Bro Strider. He needs detail. Every single detail he can muster up and find out.
So, once he quickly understands how to work the console, he sends out the massive text with the most important question: ]
yo keeliai.
a/s/l.
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how did you get that sweetass responsibility bestowed on you.
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Also got investors. And a building purchased for me. And found buried treasure.
Seemed fate wanted me to have it, who was I to argue?
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shit man i can respect that on so levels of hard.
you dont even know.
grats on the success.
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First drink is on the house by the way. Alcohol if you're old enough for it. We've got other stuff if you're not though. Not just drinks but food too.
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nobody needs to know that though.
call it a bit hasty.
could go for that right now.
give me directions and ill be right over.
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Not too hasty, especially if you first arrived. Seems to be everyone's first thought is something to make it easier to cope with the situation.
[She pings the location of the bar, located in the Fire Sector, damn near close to the center of the city.]
It's called the Brazen Turtle. Let's make this fun. See if you can guess who I am on first try.
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[Which will rule out any kedan or non-human foreigners that may happen to be inside the bar.]
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--> action;
[And, with only five minutes and change to re-arrange herself, Bryn leaves the console for the bar, orders herself a hot toddy (or the Keeliai equivalent) and settles at a table nearby. Bundled up warmly (that front door opening does let a chill in, she waits.]
perma action.
Course, he makes this ability known when he merely quick steps inside, pushing the door open and stopping right in the center of the bar. He takes only a moment to pop his collar back up then surveys the area.
He doesn't go right to Bryn at first, but begins to prowl a bit, analyzing each individual he passes.
She probably has taken notice to him by now— it was hard not to with a stupid entrance like that and a pair of pointed shades to boot.
Bro circles his way around the entire bar, then stops at the table she's huddled at. ]
—Bryn, right.
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But he hadn't. A quick survey of the room and he'd gone to her. She offers a smile.]
Got it in one. Have a seat?
[She raises a hand for service, and one of the few kedan staffers she has pops over.]
Take his order?
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Surprise me.
Better yet— whatever she's having.
[ Much like his expression, his voice lacked much emotion, but carried a small Southern accent.
He sits himself, slinking down a bit as he watches his new acquaintance from behind his sunglasses. It's really.. kind of awkward how silent he is being, but eventually he pipes up. ]
Human, right?
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Better make it two, this one's almost gone.
[And with a relaxed sort of smile, she shifts her weight to one side, leaning on the arm of her chair.]
Not without my tricks, but yes, human through and through. You?
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Human, with tricks of my own.
[ bingo. ]
New here, so. Kinda noticed there are all sorts. Just wanted to be sure.
How long you've been here?
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Months now.
[Pausing, she counts back, then pales slightly. Still, she forces a smile on her face.]
Ten as of next week. Some people here have been here since the start, however. Over a year, easily.
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What do you think of it?
Somebody who is not local.
What should I know?
I want to fucking hear this from somebody who is as human as they can get.
Even with a few tricks.
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I think I'm in over my head, to be honest. A lot of what circulates around seems to be the truth. There's something out there. Powerful. More powerful than what I can stand against alone. Who knows if we could with others.
People die here. They come back. There's talk that we're all clones. There was a factory before, under the turtle, before it blew up.
[Pursing her lips together, she moves onto other things she knows better.]
A lot of people here have powers. Or are not-human. Or both. Superheroes, they're called? A lot of them good, protecting others, so far as I can tell. There's at least one god, but definitely not a warrior type. [She pauses, sips from her drink.] The kedan like us when things are going well. When there was rationing they began giving us the cold shoulder pretty quickly. After all, supplies are barely supporting everyone.
If you want more details about the Emperor, what she's done, what she's accounting for...you'd be better off asking someone else.
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[ The reason why Bro's asking is this is what he did before his world was doomed to end. He prepared for the end of the world years before it was going to take place. He did it very carefully, but in order to do so, he had to learn.
Another crooked smile twitches on his face, this time just reaching the corner of his mouth. ]
Sword fighting. Is that the kind of fight we're talking about here?
[ if so, he's not too fussed. The guy slashed a meteor in half with a sword. He should be fine. ]
Or something all spiritual-Buddha style— the Dark Force— kinda shit?
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I honestly have no idea. Like I said, I'm not your best source on that count. There are others who have been speaking to the Emperor. Her man Evandau. The kedan. If it's a sword fight then I'm set, but if it's spiritual...I don't know.
[She purses her lips together a moment.]
There was a place we stopped before. You remember I mentioned buried treasure? Well there were also archways. Places of Death and Dreaming. They were at a sister turtle that had died. For all I know the fight could have to do with that. It could involve an actual battle. I just...I don't know.
[And for that, she looks apologetic. She's not the best source of information in the end. Need a drink? Food? A brothel recommendation or a tailor? Something in the city? She can help. If she can't, she has contacts who can. But when it comes to the reason they're all actually here, she's in over her head, like she said.]
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—well, probably not in the most healthy of environments, but still. He thinks himself pretty successful.
Bro takes a note she knows how to work swords and accepts the fact she cannot give him much of information in that regard.
So, he moves on with the second most important thing right now. ]
Sewing supplies.
Legit sewing supplies.
Bet you know where I can get my fuckin' paws on some of that good shit.
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The Earth sector, definitely. It's where you'll find tailors, textile shops and the like. Right now the clinics are handing out vouchers for cold-weather clothing so you might kill two birds with one stone and head there after you've gotten some for yourself.
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Got myself a sewing machine with minor supplies, but I need some hella strong materials to make something crucial to my sylladex.
[ He takes a pretty good drink from his cup, showing nothing but all signs of seriousness. ]
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[She's heard that before. From one of trolls. The mouthy one who'd ranted on the network recently.]
Still say Earth Sector is the place to go. If anyone is going to know what the best materials are for what you need to make, it's them. They contract too, you know, some of those tailors. Could do the work for you if you specify what you need.
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[ he lifts up his gloved hands, wiggling all of his fingers. ]
—have the righteous, kick-ass powers to create such an intricate object. Nobody is going to know horseshit about what I'm needing to make, yo.
[ a pause. ]
If you need a thing, y'anno. Holla'.
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forever and a day later...
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