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[filiusenox]

So, Ehndras, does Tyler want any guns or Camo?
If you don't reply, Tyler will get what I guess for him.

[filiusenox]

"Lets see, i'll give you the camo, for ten bucks a set...don't want you to be seen if you actually succeed...five sets, fifty bucks...plus...two pistols and a scoped carbine...you owe me two hundred and fifty bucks."
Zera hands the cash over after making a face at the price.

"Do you want those gift wrapped?"
"Er...no."
"All right."
Al heads into the semi and emerges a few minutes later with the group's order. It's in a large satchel, which he hands to Fifth, for no apparent reason.

"Alright, then Sarah will have to contact me when you get the job done, I'll see y'all later."

Tyler and Zera recover their respective weapons and follow Sarah as she leads them out of Centerblock Apartments.

One walking scene later.

The hideout is the same as the party left it, and they head into a back room to examine the purchased goods.

Tyler and Sarah both receive a 9mm pistol, and Jenny receives the carbine.

There is enough Urban camo for all of them, and included within the sets is a bandanna to wrap around the lower face to help in maintaining anonymity. But it's up to them if they decide to wear it.

Spoiler: Zera's Inventory (click to show/hide)

Wearing:Grey Coat, Black T-shirt, Grey-ish Black Jeans, Undergarments, Boots.
Weapon: Revolver (6/0)

Spoiler: Tyler's Inventory (click to show/hide)

Wearing: Satchel, Coat, Grey Shirt, Khakis, Undergarments, Sneakers.
Satchel: Basic medical supplies, scalpel, flashbang grenade, two 9mm pistol clips.
Weapon: 9mm pistol (9/18)
Skills: Minor Lock-picking, Minor pickpocket, Mid Medic, Minor Demolitions
Health:Fine
Loyalty:Loyal Enough.
Mental Health:Fine.

Spoiler: Jenny's Status (click to show/hide)

Wearing:School Coat, Bright Green Shirt with a Skull Decal, Blue Jeans, Undergarments, Sneakers
Pockets:Two 9mm carbine clips.
Weapon: 9mm scoped carbine (12/24)
Skills: Minor Fighting, Minor Chemistry.
Health:Fine
Loyalty:Eh.
Mental Health:Fine.

Spoiler: Fifth's Status (click to show/hide)

Wearing: School Coat, School Shirt, Blue Jeans, Undergarments, Boots
Holding: EMP Mine Satchel
Skills: Minor Fighting, Minor Piloting.
Health:Fine.
Loyalty:Yes.
Mental Health:Fine.

Spoiler: Monetary Assets (click to show/hide)

Zera:
-Spending Cash:50$
-Bank:500$
-Illegal money, held by the Triad:105$

[Gotdamnmiracle]

"Oh yeah! This will work!" Jenny says admiring her new rifle. "Let's get suited up and move out." Jenny grabs her camo to a back room and comes out with it on.

[Ehndras]

(Back, been offline since friday, nice to see something interesting is going on!)

"Not bad... I'd rather have a submachine gun, but I'll get my hands on one of those later... "

Tyler looks at the merchandise and asks, "so what's the deal, was our purchase 'applicable' for free ammo? 'Cause if not, I'm going to be beating someone over the head with this 9mm real soon."

[thatkid]

Name: Sven
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Description: Emaciated and anemic, with long and slender limbs and lank, greasy shoulder-length hair, Sven, despite his physical health, is the very picture of some wasting illness. This is enhanced, perhaps, by his albinism. His hair and skin are a pure, snow white. His eyes, a bright reddish pink. His arms are covered in long, thin scars, the by-product of both mental illness and the rampant hate shown for "strangeness" in the slums from which he hails.
He tends to wear long-sleeved clothing, particularly trench-coats when possible, and preferably in monochromatic colors. Even when indoors, he hides his eyes behind a pair of red-tinted mirror shades.
Personality: Sven is a quiet sort, though prone to muttering to himself even when in the presence of others. He is cynical and sarcastic, and prefers to remain out of most personal conflicts. He suffers from some form of schizophrenia, primarily manifesting in the form of auditory hallucinations and blunted emotional response. In spite of this, he is absurdly capable with technology of all sorts, particularly computers, and as such is an adept hacker.

Skills: Hacking, Mechanics

[Ehndras]

Name: Sven
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Description: Emaciated and anemic, with long and slender limbs and lank, greasy shoulder-length hair, Sven, despite his physical health, is the very picture of some wasting illness. This is enhanced, perhaps, by his albinism. His hair and skin are a pure, snow white. His eyes, a bright reddish pink. His arms are covered in long, thin scars, the by-product of both mental illness and the rampant hate shown for "strangeness" in the slums from which he hails.
He tends to wear long-sleeved clothing, particularly trench-coats when possible, and preferably in monochromatic colors. Even when indoors, he hides his eyes behind a pair of red-tinted mirror shades.
Personality: Sven is a quiet sort, though prone to muttering to himself even when in the presence of others. He is cynical and sarcastic, and prefers to remain out of most personal conflicts. He suffers from some form of schizophrenia, primarily manifesting in the form of auditory hallucinations and blunted emotional response. In spite of this, he is absurdly capable with technology of all sorts, particularly computers, and as such is an adept hacker.

Skills: Hacking, Mechanics

YES. That's the sort of depth we need.

[thatkid]

Name: Sven
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Description: Emaciated and anemic, with long and slender limbs and lank, greasy shoulder-length hair, Sven, despite his physical health, is the very picture of some wasting illness. This is enhanced, perhaps, by his albinism. His hair and skin are a pure, snow white. His eyes, a bright reddish pink. His arms are covered in long, thin scars, the by-product of both mental illness and the rampant hate shown for "strangeness" in the slums from which he hails.
He tends to wear long-sleeved clothing, particularly trench-coats when possible, and preferably in monochromatic colors. Even when indoors, he hides his eyes behind a pair of red-tinted mirror shades.
Personality: Sven is a quiet sort, though prone to muttering to himself even when in the presence of others. He is cynical and sarcastic, and prefers to remain out of most personal conflicts. He suffers from some form of schizophrenia, primarily manifesting in the form of auditory hallucinations and blunted emotional response. In spite of this, he is absurdly capable with technology of all sorts, particularly computers, and as such is an adept hacker.

Skills: Hacking, Mechanics

YES. That's the sort of depth we need.

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I'm a little worried about accidentally playing him as a garystu, what with the strange appearance and quirks. Hopefully I'll manage to keep him as abrasive and aloof as he's meant to be. He's kind of a recycled character concept for some dystopian MUD my friend tried to get me into, but I'm not a fan of MUDs so said concept never got any play time (it didn't help that the faction I was part of didn't have the resources to let me muck around with robots and other mechanical thingamajiggers like I wanted)

[Ehndras]

I was serious.

Very few people make their RP characters interesting. I'm tired of the same old repeated ideas I find in roleplays, MUDs, and RPGs.

[thatkid]

Well, thanks! Hopefully I'll manage to live up to your expectations.

E: So, File, does the base already have, like, computers with a connection to the web or whatever?

[thatkid]

((OOC: Got the answer to my question in an IRC channel. This post is IC))

As the others returned, Sven hardly glanced up from the cell phone in his hand and whatever site he was browsing on it. After a long moment, he slid the phone into his jacket pocket and adjusted his aviators with a single, slender finger. "Back from your shopping spree...?" he muttered, still hardly offering the others a glance.

[NUKE9.13]

Zera should get a map; mark out the patrol route that the offending cops are taking. Look for potential ambush spots.

"Let's get suited up and move out." Jenny grabs her camo to a back room and comes out with it on.

She grabs Jenny by the shoulder before she can rush out.
"Swell that you can get changed so fast- though it looks like you grabbed a girl's suit by mistake- but in case you weren't listening, we have to take out a well-armed patrol, with MHAGs and everything. 'Suiting up and moving out' will get us killed if we don't stick 'make plans' in there somewhere."

"so what's the deal, was our purchase 'applicable' for free ammo? 'Cause if not, I'm going to be beating someone over the head with this 9mm real soon."

"Less sass, kid. We got ammo. If you didn't get any, go pester gorilla-boy."

Gorilla-boy (Fifth) stands around, vaguely confused by so many things happening at once. The buzzing is getting worse. He sits down on a crate and presses his hands to his head, trying to squeeze the buzzing out.

[filiusenox]

So what is the plan? Or are you just going to wing it?

[Gotdamnmiracle]

We watch the patrol route adn send someone to try and talk them out of patroling, place the mine in the path of the MHAG if they don't comply, detonate to disarm the MHAG, kill rest of team, retrieve MHAG, report success. This isn't to the letter. We will react to situations as they arise.

[filiusenox]

So any other plans?

[thatkid]

"You want me to deal with the MHAG if we retrieve it, huh?" Sven muttered, shaking his head. "That's what they want me to do..."

"I can try to use our phones to interfere with the MHAG's systems. Maybe cut off contact. I dunno, what does the corpslut think? I'm sure she's actually had one of these things inside her."