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Jan. 26th, 2011 04:04 pm[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.
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.
