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[terroristpriest]

[It's been a while since he last used this thing and in that time, he's explored, poked his nose around and gotten attacked by some weird rodents. And while some of the people here are adapting, Wolfwood is... Not. Oh, joy of joys. You'd think he'd be used to things not going his way by now.

There's an edge to his voice when he turns on the device and speaks.]

So, lemme get a few things straight. Just to make sure I'm not missing out on some of the finer details.

We get pulled here. No warning, no notice, no nothing. They give us some fancy tech and a place to sleep, tell us we gotta fight but they take away our weapons and powers. If you want your powers back, you've gotta work for them, but if you want weapons you've gotta settle for whatever crap they've got stocked up in the armory.

And on that topic, since it looks like something out of a storybook about princes and dragons and crap in there, I'm guessing the chance of finding an actual weapon that will, y'know, be useful is pretty slim. When I asked that smith guy if he knew how to make guns, he handed me some pistol that I'm pretty sure counts as an old Earth relic.

[Wolfwood takes a deep, steadying breath here. When he speaks again, his tone isn't quite as provoking but the anger is still there.]

Look, I get it. Desperate times and desperate measures and all that crap. But just because I understand it doesn't mean I ain't pissed. I was done and you assholes... [He stops himself; you can almost hear him running his hand over his face as he mutters his next line.] Lord, grant me patience because I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.

Comments

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Can't let good meat like dat go to waste.

[terroristpriest]

[...Okay, he can't argue that, so back to the bitching about weapons.]

How many of those rabbit things you kill with a sword?

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Everyone dat I saw. Didn't exactly count. Kinda had more impuhtant t'ings on my mind.

[terroristpriest]

Yeah, they were a real challenge.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Dey are when dey swarm jah. One of dem furry bastards nearly took off my ear.

[terroristpriest]

Guess I just got luckier than you. The good book was more than enough to send them flying.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Glad joo had an easy time of it mon, but I'll take a sword ovah a book any day.

[terroristpriest]

And I'll take a gun over a sword.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

And jah be havin' one right? Maybe it be a liddle oldah den whatchu be used to but at least joo be havin' a gun.

[terroristpriest]

Ain't much use if it's crap, is it?

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Would jah raddah have notin' at all?

[terroristpriest]

I'd rather have the shit I need to do the job they're telling me to do, is what I'm saying.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

And joo be havin' it. If jah don't like it den start gettin' creative or sometin'.

[terroristpriest]

You see any guns smiths around here?

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Dere be a smit' in da temple. One in Ardel too, but dat be 'bout it as far as I know.

1/2

[terroristpriest]

And I'm pretty sure I said that guy in the temple was pretty useless.

[terroristpriest]

Ardel? Where the hell's that?

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Dere be a map on joor radio mon, but it still be pretty easy to find widout it. Just follow da path south. Be 'bout half a day's walk.

[terroristpriest]

[He hadn't even considered fooling around with this thing more than necessary, never really was interested in tech. But now you might hear him fiddling with the gadget, only to utter a soft "huh" when the map pops up.]

Guess I'll be trying there next.