"Alien junk, you say? Cool. So I can get unregulated, unrefined, unreliable and unpredictable tools of death, destruction, defense and possibly disappointment from you? Do they cost anything or is this a charity of some sort?"
When Nyars gives the answer, Stacy moves on to the next question, thoughtfully twisting as he interviews the vendor.
"So, you take tokens for this stuff, right? What do you use them for, anyway? Does the crew need them as well?"
Interview the mysterious gentleman who runs this deadliest of yard sales.
"They cost tokens. 3 for small, 5 for medium, 8 for large."
"What I need them for ain't none of your concern."
"I like a challenge."
Bite her squeaky face.
It makes squeeky noises and begins oozing some sort of strange green substance.
"Thanks mister!"
Frolic to a populated place.
You're gonna be frolicking for quite a while. Like...days, if you want to hit a major population center.
((An universal one. And he is on Jim's level.))
Ok. You want him facing you or unaware of you? And at what distance do you want to be? And any terrain you want or just a blank white void like usual?
look around the room, then at Feyri, then myself, what equipment do we have?
look around the room, then at Feyri, then myself, what equipment do we have?
Feyri shifted glances between her and Lyra, familiarizing herself with the surroundings. "So this is prey, huh. We're supposed to either be hunted actively, or that there are things which can kill us--just because.
"Supposedly, we should take the door out. Shall we?"
Feyri examines the area for passageways, or any wield-able item.
slowly, testing the floor under me as I take each step, go to the room's most obvious exit, open it slightly, and peek at whatever is on the other side.
look around the room, then at Feyri, then myself, what equipment do we have?
look around the room, then at Feyri, then myself, what equipment do we have?
Feyri shifted glances between her and Lyra, familiarizing herself with the surroundings. "So this is prey, huh. We're supposed to either be hunted actively, or that there are things which can kill us--just because.
"Supposedly, we should take the door out. Shall we?"
Feyri examines the area for passageways, or any wield-able item.
slowly, testing the floor under me as I take each step, go to the room's most obvious exit, open it slightly, and peek at whatever is on the other side.
There are a few possible exits out of this room. The windows up there are one, as well as the door, which is up a short staircase on one edge of the room. The door at the end of the staircase is closed though. As per equipment, you're both fairly empty handed; You're dressed in what could be described as overalls that have been badly damaged and worn. Beyond this you've been changed physically; Lyra is quite thin, with very long, but still strong, arms and fingers. Feyri is much larger, in both height and girth, seven feet all and heavily muscled with broad shoulders, stumpy fingers and wide set, almost bovine looking eyes.
In terms of things in the room, there are various things that might work as a weapon; bits of broken masonry, rotten 2x4's, some pipes that could be pried from the wall and things of that nature.
"Could it be used to incapacitate people without killing them, also, how much of a dose are we talking about?"
"eh...maybe. If you got a drip of it into their system and then showed them images that would cause them to be incapacitated with pain or something. But that seems a bit hard to pull off."
"They're all dead then... I expected it, but..."
Thomas sighed, then grabbed the remote to drown his feelings of being utterly lost in the currents of time in reality television.
"Celebrity russian Roulette, take me away from this horrible world."
The clone of jesus blows himself away just before the commercial, but the announcer reassures you that he'll be back to try again next week.
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