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Post by shiivster on Jan 20, 2007 13:15:31 GMT -5
*having watched the 'little old man' leave and then return. Jolanda finally recalls where's she's seen one of these creatures before .. 'monk's key' .. *then look away now. her interest in the thing is now gone as she simply states 'monk's keys .. in .. sir cussing folk .. travelling thieves, one and all ... '
*is now busy examining her boots and their current appearance and leans forward to wipe at them and shines them up.
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Post by frostwolf on Jan 21, 2007 16:06:36 GMT -5
*standing watching the group, she acknowledges the one with the sword first. She looks him over, her eyes barely moving, but missing nothing. She smiled,* “I don’t see why your choice of weapons would bother me. It’s nice to make your acquaintance, Jerran. I am Justice.” *she waited a moment to see if he would make a comment about her name, then she continued.* “As far as transport and illegal actions, that is partly why I’m here, but there are other reasons as well.”
*she was then addressed by the one running the show* “I appreciate your concern about my being lost, but I assure you, sir, I am not mistaken as to where I need to be. If I remember reading correctly, it said nothing about law types not applying.” *she smiled, almost a dangerous smile to him, her face set with confidence*
*the scene with the healer played out and the concern from the woman was reassuring.* “Thank you lady, and no there is no pain, healed up well enough, scarred a little, but hey, scars build character right?” *her smile was meant as a reassurance to the woman as well as a thank you*
*she listened to the others as they signed on, and decided she should put her two cents in* “I’m in, unless you have something against me.” *she smirked as she looked around at the crowd, then removed her hat. She set it to the side and untied her shoulder length hair, ran her fingers through it quickly then retied it, placing the hat back upon her head* “I have my reasons for accepting this position.” *she finished with a readjustment of her duster, the star catching the light, as if it were a practiced movement*
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Post by frostwolf on Jan 21, 2007 16:07:13 GMT -5
((ooc: sorry about my absence, had a computer in the ICU. hope all is well now!))
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Post by shiivster on Jan 21, 2007 16:22:03 GMT -5
*seems to settle .. in avisible manner .. as she now looks to the front and at the man with the glasses. ...o0( chaz? .. yes he claims that is his name .. i wonder? .. ) *and even though she WANTS to be snoopy, decides that she WONT give in to the temptation to scan the surface thoughts of the various people in the room.
*then unaware of saying it aloud .. 'i wonder if we will go near his area? .. i should check to see if his mount still runs with the pack' .. *then looks up .. and thinks to herself ...o0( interesting ... she wears HER silver with pride. should i? ... no .. if i did, it would be considered rude)
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Post by dakota on Jan 21, 2007 21:46:41 GMT -5
" This was easier than I thought." Chaz smirked. " Nobody's got any questions?"
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Post by shiivster on Jan 21, 2007 22:14:19 GMT -5
' .. do you expect me to ... uhh .. make the hard drink for drinking? .. i make some for medicine only ... not for drinking because it is there ... '
*that is ALL the reference she makes to her ability to do things like 'brewing' .. nor does she make reference to the mdc canteens that hold either the corn brew or the more volitile 'moonshine'
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Post by dhakael on Jan 22, 2007 1:10:56 GMT -5
Looking over at Justice and musing silently "Nice...scars and all. ;D 'like a person who's not affraid to get dirty"*Nod* "Wear your heart on your sleave do you? 'Justice'...has a nice sound to it" Looking back at the front of the room, Jerran smiles...pleasently... "Only one question boss-man. You are going to try and avoid the CS, correct?" At this question, the air around Mr. De-Le Croix seems to chill by a few degrees... ooc((Is his attitude because he WANTS to fight the CS, avoid them at all costs, or perhaps he's just reliving painful memories and his emotions are leaking out on this subject? Tune in next posting  )) |
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Post by dakota on Jan 22, 2007 8:51:47 GMT -5
Chaz rolled his eyes at Jerran's flirting. He looked at Justice," You're more than welcome to join us, long as you don't might turning a blind eye every once in a while." He smirked before turning back to Jerran, " The name is Chaz, mouthpiece. Yes, I plan to keep clear of the skullheads much as possible.
He looked around at the others in the room, " So we got a pilot, a doc, a mechanic. Looks like we're in business. Guess I should take y'all over to see La Mish unless there's anything else."
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Post by dhakael on Jan 22, 2007 9:38:27 GMT -5
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Post by shiivster on Jan 22, 2007 12:14:36 GMT -5
*looks like she's about to say something .. then understanding hits her. HE's "mouthpiece' .. not her.
*the corner's of the lips twitch as she fights the urge to burst out with laughter, then decides that she'll resist for now. he DOES bring an element of life she hasn't seen for a while.
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Post by dhakael on Jan 22, 2007 15:51:39 GMT -5
*Shrugs at the implied insult* "As you say then Chaz. The Less we see of the Skulls, the better. " Jerran lifts the zanbatou and carfeully one-hand sheathes it back into the baldric. He looks to left & right at Justice and the as-yet unnamed healer, grins crookedly, and then sizes up the Grackle tooth. Seeing an honest and down to Earth man in the scaled D-Bee, Jerran feels much better. Thinking silently to self; "3 easy-on-the-eyes fems, two of which look like they can stand their ground in a fire-fight and one who can patch us up. A native plainsman, despite his choice in pets, who probably knows the lay of the land and can drive a rig is ALWAYS a good thing...and a D-bee who looks like he can bench press a Deaths Head air-carrier one handed while working on its jets. Chance of successful contract = 75%.
Chance of profit = 50%.
Chance of survival = flip that coin when we come to it"Out loud (quietly); "Going to be a memorable ride..."  |
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Post by shiivster on Jan 22, 2007 17:11:23 GMT -5
*looking all innocent turns to Jerran and asks in a quiet but semi awed voice 'might i see your blade? .. maybe even try to heft it?'
*she doesn't look the type to KNOW how to hold, let alone pick it up and move it.
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Post by dhakael on Jan 22, 2007 17:42:15 GMT -5
Jerran stops short at the red-vested helaers' words and arches an eyebrow.
"Look at it?...sure"
Suiting action to words, He carefully unhooks the baldric, and draws out the black-metal blade resting the tip on the floor and angeling it so the light gleams from it; an almost flame shaped pattern has been etched onto the metal from hilt to tip, and enamled with red. The style of the sword is that of a broad single edged blade, like a katana only broader and with no hand guard. Also, the over-all length is almost 5ft from tip to pommel.
"As for hefting? Right now that would not be advisable. Kaze-Tatsu hasn't been powered yet and is really quite heavy. *self-deprecating grin* Even I'd have trouble doing more than a couple of swings"
Making sure no one is in dangerous proximity, Jerran places one foot ahead and shoulders the sword, holding onto the grip with one hand and extending the other arm out and down.
"To use a Zanbatou, one doesn't wield it like a normal sword; you use it's own weight, and the shoulders as a fulcrum, to bring it around and down. I'm told they were originaly created to cut down cavalry in one stroke through rider AND horse. I find it's good for cracking armour and knocking oponents back."
Taking himself out of ready stance, the battle-mage carefuly lowers the sword tip back to the ground and leans it over towards the healer, allowing the weight to gently go towards her.
"Feel...just...please don't try and lift it in here."
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jan 22, 2007 17:55:11 GMT -5
Windrider quietly rises to follow Chaz. His only questions will be where to, and how they get there. They're about to see the how and the where will come soon enough. Riding on Windrider's shoulder, Thinks I'm a Tree rides the big Cree man's shoulder as he leaves the room, changing the scenery.
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Post by shiivster on Jan 22, 2007 17:59:11 GMT -5
*as the blade comes out, Jolanda leans forward and examines the blade. nodding her approval at the workmanship, turns the gaze to look at Herran and simple asks 'is it awake? .. or is it just a 'dead blade' of metals?
*something has gotten her confused and she voices it ' this ... full crumb ... does it have to be crumbs? ... ' and why would i need to have crumbs on my shoulders? .. *turning her head to glance at them before looking back*
'ahh .. wonderful ... it is looking heavy more than awkward. i will ... oh .. ... ' *anything else she says is blocked out as she accepts the weight of the blade, and the eyes gleam as she starts to use a bit of TK to assist with the support*
'ahhh it is being VERY heavy ... and difficult to use. i am glad i don't have to feed it bread or other crumby foods ... ' *straight faced as she now waits for help to take the blade away .. and wonders if she should just step away for hm to get the blade without it hitting hte floor*
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