| Of Men and Monsters; Silently, the members of Monoc begin to regroup. | |
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| Gleam | Jul 27 2012, 06:23 PM Post #1 |
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Eight in the morning. Isley lays asleep on a couch, her hematoma drained and skull patched. Her skin is pale, but her breathing is steady. Hannah finally lured Rueham out of the garage a couple hours ago with promises of dinner. He isn't talking, and bites off heads whenever anyone tries to include him in the conversation. The Brigand's keys are still in his pocket, and now he's pillowed up under an endtable, red tufts of hair visible around the edges of his cushion. Soft snores echo from him every once in awhile. Ashley slumbers on the room's sole bed, asleep as soon as she laid down - shoes still on and everything. Siobhana tucked her in properly. Hannah's all tangled up with Ashley in a fight for control of the bed, although they both seem to be winning. And in the anteroom outside, Jagd and Siobhana drink their respective beverages in the sitting chairs and plan - Siobhana with her chai tea, and Jagd with his flask. The commander himself is in, for once, civilian clothes: a Skyburst concert T-shirt he'd borrowed from Hannah, and a pair of canvas shorts. It's far more skin than his usual outfit ever reveals, and it reveals a network of scarring that crisscrosses up his legs and arms, hot white lines burnt into flesh without mercy. Siobhana wears her business suit. Not even military armageddon alters her precise morning schedule, though Jagd knows for a fact she it was the only change of clothing the CEO possessed, and that she had washed, cleaned, and ironed it the previous night just to wear it again this morning. Some things were eternal, he supposes. "I don't suppose we can hit an Air Corps substation and steal another." Siobhana comments, blowing on her tea to cool it. Jagd shrugs. "Unlikely. Entirety of Air Corps on Arcturus." Siobhana hums in acknowledgement. "Then our air option is restricted. Start cross-training, Rueham's too integrated with the team to take out now." |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 29 2012, 08:11 PM Post #2 |
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This seemed like a good idea back when I was sleep deprived and not thinking straight. Now? Kinda regretting it. Still, who else am I gonna turn to here? No one else uses an axe or has as many weapons as these guys. Hell, one of them might even have a dual wield style or something. And I can't exactly ask anyone else here. Micah's wiped out, Des is still recovering as well, the Happy Couple are probably screwing each other's brains out and Nu, whilst an adorable powder puff of sweetness and light, probably would tear me to shreds by accident. So. Monoc Team, it is. Yay. Such were the thoughts of one Rusty Hetfield, wandering Rachel's manor, sipping from a thermos flask of tea. Micah had said that his own had been good? Well, any ego-boosting by the wolf beastkin was quickly undone when Rusty managed to grab a mug from Valkenhayn. It blew his out the water. And then some. The other new addition to the mechanic's attire was the weapon strapped to his back. In single mode for the moment, the double headed lightened axeblade gleamed slightly, flame jets securely fastened and storage seal intact holding the required fuel and hosing. Thank Valkenhayn for that one too. He'd even decided on a name for it. All three of the potential blades in fact. Right one was Red Special. Named after Brian May of Queen fame's legendary guitar. Left one was Moody Blue. This one was an old Elvis track. And the combined form? Well, what other name could there be other than: Metallica. Still, it hadn't taken long to realise that whilst he had created the weapon, he still couldn't wield it right yet. So, off to Jagd to try and barter a training session sometime later. Not now, obviously. Was still 8am, despite the darkness never lifting from Rachel's realm. He reached the door and knocked. |
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| Gleam | Jul 29 2012, 08:24 PM Post #3 |
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The door opens, and Jagd blinks at Rust momentarily as he stands in the doorway. "Ah." he comments. "Rust." Then he turns and leaves the door standing wide, and resumes his seat. "Survival of all members ascertained. Is good morning. Also: new weapon. Presume custom-made. Synopsis?" Siobhana inclines her head to the mechanic with a faint smile. "Mr. Hetfield. You're welcome to our hideaway, such as it is. It is good to see at least one other early-riser among the mass of sluggards that compose my own company. Have you broken fast this morning yet?" |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 29 2012, 08:32 PM Post #4 |
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Rusty just stared at Jagd in his shorts for a few moments, before opening his mouth and raising a finger. Then he closed his mouth and lowered the finger. "I got nothing." he admitted, the picture too weird for his mind to comprehend. "Though everyone at Monoc survived? Sweet! I already met Ashley and I do owe the other members a drink, so...thought I'd swing by." Hearing Jagd comment on the weapon brought a grin to the mechanic's lips. "Yup, made her myself. It's lighter than the Halford and designed to be used one handed. Flame jets are at the nasty end rather than the handle and I got rid of the need to strum in order to fire off attacks... though I still might do it out of habit. As for it's other surprise... I'll leave that til later." The new voice grabbed Rusty's attention, polite and sophisticated. Immediately, he slipped into Customer Voice Mode. "Good morning to you too, Miss... McClatchley? I'm sorry, I've only heard your name in passing so apologies if I got it wrong there. And you do tend to get used to early mornings if you're running a store solo." He smiled politely. "And yes, I caught a slice of toast or two before I set off. Not to mention, Valkenhayn sorted me with some tea, so..." He gave an honest shrug. "I'm guessing no one else is awake?" |
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| Gleam | Jul 29 2012, 08:57 PM Post #5 |
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Jagd nods. "All members mobile, though not optimal condition. Should convalesence soon. Personal armanent noted, composing tactics." He leaned back in his chair and simply went limp. Siobhana gave him an amused look and then glanced back at Rust. "You are accurate." She replied. "Siobhana McClatchley. You've been quite the friend to Jagd, from what I understand. Congratulations on surviving." The comment sounds entirely too honest. "Yes, the rest of the crew is still asleep - most of us had been awake for going on fifty hours by the time we reached the Mansion. Once I make breakfast, they'll come stumbling out, but until the scent of food rouses them they're all out cold." Jagd straightens abruptly and glances at Rust. "Weapon lacks earth-based powers now?" Edited by Gleam, Jul 29 2012, 08:57 PM.
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Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 29 2012, 09:11 PM Post #6 |
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"Thanks, Miss McClatchley. I do my best." Rusty smiled back with a bit of cheek. "After all, someone's got to be around to pull him," he jerked his thumb at Jagd, "Out of fights with giant laser firing foes of the ursine persuasion. And if you have bacon, I'll guarantee that'll even wake the proudest and most devout vegetarian up." Jagd straightening suddenly drew Rusty's attention as the mechanic listened to the scarred man's question. He nodded in response. "Well, if I could, it'd need quite a bit of seithr. Like, half my energy to do so." the rocker admitted. "In fact, to pull off an Earthshaker, I'd need to use as much energy as I used to for Frets on Fire or Enter Sandman. Seems like the earth powers were the harder ones to perform, which I suppose makes sense. Fire's kinda easy to manipulate. Having my soul not inside my body has really screwed my seithr usage up something fierce." The Soul Pick glowed slightly in response to this as Rusty scratched at the back of his head, fingers rubbing against the metal port in his head. "Actually was gonna ask if later on, if you're not too wiped out, you and the others could help me get up to speed with this thing? Fat lot of good I'd be heading out with no experience with it." |
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| Gleam | Jul 29 2012, 09:37 PM Post #7 |
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"Bacon." Siobhana replies, voice dry. "Yes. I have heard of this thing. I shall attempt it." Placing her cup aside, she rises and moves to the stove. Jagd nods in assent to Rust's statement. "Energy required for relocation of multiple tons of homogeneous stone tremendous." he comments. "May be upsides. Lessened vulnerability to life-based Ars. Locator device. Lessens overall lifesign. Multiple side effects, always. Science imprecise." He shrugs. "Should still practice earth Ars. Still useful tool. Perhaps in smaller scale? Stone thorns, quicksand pits, sandfalls? Consider." He nods. "Will do best to help. Prefer breakfast first though. Last meal twenty-two hours ago. Hungry." |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 29 2012, 09:48 PM Post #8 |
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"Can't argue with bacon. No one can." Rusty agreed with a nod and a grin. "Anything I can do to help? I'm not a bad cook, considering my profession." However, Jagd's suggestions sparked something in the rocker's mind as he got out plates and other needed pieces of breakfast making equipment. "Would you really recommend that though?" Rusty asked back. "I mean, if I focus more on the firey Ars, means I can refine that aspect a bit more, right? I dunno, you're the combat expert, I just drive cars into buildings and light things on fire." Finally finding the ketchup in the cupboard with a grin, the mechanic surveyed what else needed to be done. "So, who's most likely to be up first now? Fancy a bet?" he asked Jagd with a competitive grin. |
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| Gleam | Jul 29 2012, 10:01 PM Post #9 |
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A bang echoes from inside the closet bedroom. "Ashley." Siobhana comments, without looking away from the stove. "She's had time for a few catnaps. Isley's still concussed and sleeping hard, and I'd be surprised if Hannah or Rueham woke before noon - though for Rueham that's just his personal habit." She snorts in distaste. Jagd considers Rust's suggestion for a moment then nods. "Direct action seems fitting. Will focus on incendiary element then, with increased weapons focus. Will need outfit changes, however. Goggles, protect eyes from heat-wash. Forge gloves. WP explosives for secondary source. Will consider." Siobhana turns back from the stove and dishes a hearty English breakfast out onto the table, eggs, pancakes, sausage, biscuits, and bacon - a five course breakfast with enough for eight. "Help yourself if you like, Mr. Hetfield." she says. "There's plenty enough." A tired mumbling emanates from the bedroom along with the quiet slide of fabric and a yawn. |
Class. Dig it up, dust it off, hang that shit crooked on an ear. My halo's a land mine rind, amigo.
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| Blue Warlord | Jul 29 2012, 10:17 PM Post #10 |
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"Huh, good to know I'll know one of them well enough to not feel like I'm thrown to the wolves." Rusty nodded at Siobhana. "Isley's her...sister, right? Damn, sucks about the concussion. Never had one of those before, but I can't imagine it's pleasant. Still, s'gonna be cool to meet them in a non combat environment for once." He frowned slightly, remembering something in his head. "Wait, wasn't there another guy with you? Michael, or something?" he asked. "....ah, forget I said anything. You would have mentioned before. Sorry." Clearly, he'd gotten the wrong idea about what had happened to the other member of Monoc. Shaking his head, Rusty looked back over to Jagd. "Goggles and gloves, I already got. I just left them off this morning cause I honestly couldn't be bothered. And...White Phosphorus?! Goddamn, you do not mess around, do you, Tall Dark and Gruesome?" the mechanic stared a little in awe. The little stare of awe became a big one once Siobhana had offered her sacrifice to the hunger gods upon the table. "Thank you so much, Miss McClatchley." he intoned like some religious zealot, before grabbing a plate and digging in. It was gorgeous. |
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