((You messed up Kriella's quote a bit.))
Grate stared at the corpse. "AAH! MURDER! AAH!"
Scream bloody murder about the bloody murder as I go to inform Ms. Feyri of the bloody murder.
You go running back up the hill, screaming about murder and other very undiplomatic, unhelpful things. You make it to feyri, leaving a trail of confused, mildly frightened people in your wake.
((Aw thrice /kitten/. Now I've the thread named after me, and its wholly on typo >.>
Requesting change into a lighter..version, please?))
Feyri blinked.
No. DOn't think about that one time. It's all here. All now. You've got a team to lead.
Don't discard what wrong may happen. Fate happens. And you've to deal with it.
But you've years of training behind you. Don't forget that either.
Years in which you could've done something more constructi-
"Everyone, could we form the teams first before we move off into what we all want to do alone, first? THe sooner we get our priorities organized, the sooner we can get this mission done."
She looked at Grate and patted him.
"You're staying with me, as well as Lyra. Also, keep that faceplate up; we don't want anyone knowing your true identity, Grate."
Call everyone to this important meeti-great some have left. Anyway, this is assumed that the message was sent in both wristpad, and vocal announcement.
You forget.
What?
What everyone's doing.
Someone just died.
"And what is going on here?!"
No, really?
It is best to assume the worst when half the team splits up without prior notice.
...You did notice what they said, right?
Thinking here.
((Yeah I'm repeating what Greiger -- General board, Rage thread-- said about saying kittens instead of curse words. Works here.))
You send your message out via radio and wristpad to all members of the team.
Get Revolver, destroy Corpse with the Microwave Field Manipulator.
"NOTHING TO SEE HERE PEOPLE."
((May is Bust Leader. Maybe. Lyra or Simus might be E-cups or something, it was never specified. And what about Faith? It seems like when the doctor is told to make any sort of female body he'll make comically jiggly ass 'n titties. Seems like a reflection into his own sexuality.))
((I actually believe May is the leader in the bust department.
BUST A CAP IN HIM))
(("I PUT A HOLE IN HIM
I PUT A HOLE IN THAT NIGGA
A HOLE IN THAT NIGGA
BUST A HOLE IN THAT NIGGA
BUST A CAP IN THAT NIGGA
NIGGA"
- Jon Jafari))
You grab your revolver from Skylar and turn your attention to the dead man; a dead man who is running away considerably faster then most dead men.
[uncon:3+1+1]
You type about a page and a half worth of complex calculations into the Manipulator and hit execute. A white hot sheen glows over the body and a moment later there's nothing but a clump of ash that slams down on the next stair and bursts into a cloud of gray haze.
Even the blood on the ground vaporizes an disappears.
"Thats how you clean up a murder," you say, throwing gang signs at Skylar.
Xan looks at the person confusedly.
I was doing the wrong mouth movements, was I not?
Where is the market?
Go where she tells me. If she can't tell me, head for the center of town.
"Center," She says, pointing down at the town, "You can see banners from here."
((May is Bust Leader. Maybe. Lyra or Simus might be E-cups or something, it was never specified.
((Simus was (keyword, was) quite flat when she arrived. Now she's a robot... nada, nil, nothing, as far as I read it. I think the "feminine" body Jim requested to house my brain is basically a slightly slimmer model of the normal.))
Bust Leader:May
Bust Runner up: Faith
Bust Participant: Feyri
Bust Disqualified: Simus.
(( Yeaaah, that was going to happen. Oh well, time for more damage control. For some definition of the word 'control' ))
Ugh... Could anyone back at the barracks bring us some cleaning supplies? Or ask if we can get a local viscera cleanup detail out here to the gate?
Move away from the soon to be vaporized corpse and stairs. Return May's gun after she's finished with her manipulator.
You return the revolver and sit back on the stairs. You make a plaintive gesture as May shows you up in the body removal skill. May is laughing.
((May is Bust Leader. Maybe. Lyra or Simus might be E-cups or something, it was never specified. And what about Faith? It seems like when the doctor is told to make any sort of female body he'll make comically jiggly ass 'n titties. Seems like a reflection into his own sexuality.))
((nope. has been specified from character creation, Lyra is pretty much totally flat.))
((to quote my character sheet: quite small in all departments))
walk over towards Feyri when she calls for a meeting and and sit down about 6 feet away, with my knees folded up against my chest. wait.
You curl up in a ball, an action that TOTALLY WON'T BE MADE USELESS BY ANOTHER POST FROM YOU LATER ON I SEE YOU THERE LYRA, POSTING WHILE I'M POSTING I'M ON TO YOUR GAME!
Stacy, getting rather perilously bored and lacking in a phrasebook to study, decides to dance over to the guy who kicked the corpse downstairs.
"Hey, buddy! Got a question for ya. Couldn't help but notice that you had this wonderful scout eye on you. I was wondering if you could do a little test with it."
He produces the football-sized 1/8th kiloton charge.
"I wanna see if it can lift this thing."
Go up to Skylar. He was the one with the scout eye, right?
Also, how does the frequency detonation thing work on a theoretical level?
You walk down the hill and sit next to skylar, your feet still tap dancing as you relax.
As per that frequency detonation, it's pretty simple. Input the frequency and passcode you want to use in the bomb, and then when you want to detonate it, transmit that passcode on that signal.
((This is the best title.))
I have our phrase book and patrol route. Going to see if I can just upload them, but if not I'm in the common room near the video games.
See if I can take pictures with my cameyes or Lyra's suit cameras, then make those pictures available to everyone via wristpad or their suit's HUD.
If so, transcribe the route map and begin transcribing the phrase book.
If not... do that anyway but for personal use?
You begin copying the contents of the book and the map using your cameyes. The map is easy and you transmit it almost immediately. The book is gonna take a bit longer; if only because of the number of pages.
((Hell yeah! Yay for charisma!))
"Thank you very much."
"I have attained the permission to set up my turret as well as station one or two people with it. It's a good vantage point for guarding the gate in case any other conventional weapon users would like to use the building as well."
Charles sets up his turret in the place he previously decided was the ideal firing position.
You walk into the building, a bakery by the look of it, and follow a plain, undecorated wooden hall around to a ladder that leads upstairs. The upstairs is exactly as you were told; storage, crates mostly. You find your window and set up a firing position, arranging crates under the window until the gun as a good vantage point from its stand.
"Charles here," you radio to the rest of the team as you open the window and take one last look through the scope to make sure everything is lined up, "Pawn gun system in position."
Paperwoooooork.
Go ahead and get a few more wrongful death apologies written up in advance, we'll probably need them...
You finish the paper work and write up a whole big stack of official apologies. You leave what's being apologized for and to whom it's addressed blank. You bind them together into a note pad of sorts, ready for easy writing, tearing off and handing out. You hang it from your belt.
"I'm the lone ranger of middle management."
"..Hey, look, Miss Feyri! Miss Faith sent us a message! She has a phrase-book! Wouldn't that be useful? Shouldn't we go look at it?"
"...Sure. What just happened in the last hour anyway? I was..thinking abut certain things."
"Cool! C'mon, let's go!"
Bring Ms. Feyri to that place where Faith is.
"What were you thinking of?"
((I lived there for a year when I was a kid before I was expelled from school for farting. Nuff said.))
((Americans are weird, and not all in the same way.))
You drag feyri over to where faith, Trans-human xerox, is working.
Go back to Faith again when Feyri cancels the meeting and starts going to Faith herself.
Hi you three.
Faith, please..watch over the rest. Take command. I'm...busy. Thinking.
Lyra, you're in charge along with Faith. It's all my fault and I'm an awful person and I fully trust you both with this.
Sorry.
- Feyri.
Frown and look up at Feyri as we walk. after five seconds look back down at my wrist-comp and start typing.
What fault and how?
We all picked you as our leader because we have faith in you. We are not fools, we know what kind of person you are, and yet we picked you, overwhelmingly so, to lead. There is a reason for that.
You are not an awful person, and you are almost certainly being far too hard on yourself.
Stop hurting yourself. You are my friend. I don't like it when people hurt my friends. Stop hurting my friend.
Seriously, stop it.
Look back up at Feyri again.
((Tiruin, you being busy is nothing new, we knew it was probably going to happen. This was no surprise to anyone. and yet everything Lyra just messaged Feyri about remains and is true.))
You roll over to Faith in your depression ball form. It's like a morph ball but more non-verbal and depressive.
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