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Post by dakota on Mar 13, 2015 21:14:41 GMT -5
"Matt, Rex, you two are faster than me. Think you can rope and hogtie whoever it is? Viv and I can cover you from here." Lex suggested as he pointed out towards the fields. "There, got a runner. Unless you got a saddled horse waiting, better get going."
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Post by yendor on Mar 18, 2015 10:28:52 GMT -5
"No, but when a man hands you a rifle that belonged to his father, and asks you treat it right, you treat it like a lady."
"I'm more a blunt instrument person, not a roper. Watch out for trouble, I'll go give it a try."
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Post by doc on Mar 18, 2015 20:45:50 GMT -5
Matt nods, then looks to Viv. "I'll head in - try not to put an arrow in my belly, if you would please." He slowly creeps into the field.
Caleb shakes his head. "Boy's got more guts than sense." As he looks to the rest of you to see what you do.
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Post by Mierin on Mar 21, 2015 18:57:01 GMT -5
Vivian smirks, "Don't give me any ideas, now." Vivian then gets her arrow and bow ready as she watches for signs of the intruder.
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Post by yendor on Mar 24, 2015 11:15:36 GMT -5
urbdsr_D1d100 Prowl
"If you have to, try the rump, not the stomach. Less likely to cause permanent injury," says Rex, slipping off into the field.1d100
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Post by doc on Mar 30, 2015 21:57:13 GMT -5
"Ain't none of you that funny." Matt replies as he slinks off into the field.
Rex quickly finds his prey - a young woman in a strange navy jumpsuit with plates of grey armor, almost like ceramic tiles, stitched in.
Vivian, perception roll to find your target.
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Post by Mierin on Mar 30, 2015 22:18:26 GMT -5
perception: FoOerNBN1d20
Vivian smirks and replies, "I am funny." Vivian continues to look for signs of the intruder.1d20
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Post by dakota on Apr 1, 2015 22:13:53 GMT -5
Lex merely shook his head at the good spirits of the youngsters, but the fact someone was sneaking around their meeting worried him a bit. He checked the long gun he was handed, and while the others went to intercept, he started looking if there were more
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Post by yendor on Apr 4, 2015 13:22:26 GMT -5
Rifle raised, covering the strange young lady, speaks quietly. "Excuse me, miss. Turn slow, you're covered."
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Post by doc on Apr 4, 2015 15:52:47 GMT -5
"Ah Nuts. This is going to suck." The young woman says.
Vivian and Lex see Matt and Rex march the young woman out of the cornfield.
"Uhm...I come in peace?" She smiled at them.
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Post by Mierin on Apr 5, 2015 19:17:13 GMT -5
Vivian frowns in confusion as she sees the girl with the others. 'Who is that?' Vivian wonders to herself. 'and why was she sneaking around out there?'
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Post by yendor on Apr 7, 2015 11:07:46 GMT -5
"I asked her to come along nicely, being a lady and all." Lowers the rifle to half rest. "Not polite to pry into a lady's affairs, but we're guests here, so I have to ask what you were doing out there."
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Post by dakota on Apr 11, 2015 22:33:55 GMT -5
Lex let Rex ask the questions as he kept the long gun at the ready but not pointed towards the unwanted visitor. He had no idea who would come snooping around and glanced at Matt, "A caller for the gentleman?" He smirked
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Post by doc on Apr 13, 2015 9:56:55 GMT -5
Matt raised his hands. "Don't look at me, I ain't ever laid eyes on her before."
"Him? No. Ew, and again, EWWW." The woman grimaced. "Uhm...my name's Reece and I'm looking for some help?" Her eyes darted about, looking to see if anyone was going to believe her. "There's something back going to happen tonight in the Tillman field, not far from here, just before midnight, and I need help."
Caleb grunted. All of you could tell she wasn't giving you all the facts. And there was something strange about her style of dress and hair.
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Post by Mierin on Apr 14, 2015 9:39:52 GMT -5
Vivian is a bit confused by the girl and quietly studies her hair and dress. 'Very odd!' Figuring if she could tell that this girl wasn't telling them everything, everyone else could too, Vivian asks, "What aren't you telling us? You're obviously holding something back."
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