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Post by dakota on Oct 12, 2004 7:48:51 GMT -5
Snowball nods and tucks in behind Dyson's lead, following a few paces behind. Only the occasional stirrings of Shepherd break the otherwise eerie silence.
After about twenty minutes, Snowball begins to growl, his nose sniffing at the air.
(Tag- Dyson)
I'm assuming Dyson has some way of telling which direction is which
A mini comp would work. If he doesn't have one, he could have borrowed Shep's
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Post by Sensorium on Oct 12, 2004 7:59:50 GMT -5
Hearing Snowball growl Dyson crouches down into cover and gives Snowball a "down sign", arm out palm flap and bringing hand and arm down.
OOC: assuming nothing happens first.
Dyson turns, still crouched down and whispers " what do you smell?"
Tag GM
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Post by dakota on Oct 12, 2004 9:02:54 GMT -5
" Too much to tell. Others are not far, but many other scents mixing with, mostly human." Snowball replies, crouching down as directed. As he does Shepherd stirs" Put me down, you big furball." His words are slurred slightly, but it is a sign of his condition improving.
(Tag- Dyson)
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Post by Sensorium on Oct 12, 2004 11:15:55 GMT -5
Dyson whispers " Shep can you walk? I don't know how much you heard after that simvan whacked you, but the Col. radioed us a vector that would let us and the rest of the squad meet up and if we don't keep moving we might miss the others and have to risk radio contact to get new directions."
Dyson looks around at their shaded wood land surroundings and at Snowball to make sure he hasn't spotted anything, Then continues whispering " And what were you moaning about there not being any skelies deployed out here."
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Post by dakota on Oct 12, 2004 17:10:24 GMT -5
With a groan, Shep forces himself upright and slips off Snowballs shoulder. He lands with a thud and a moan then rights himself and crawls next to Dyson. " Just what I said. There are no skelebots assigned to base. They're all tied up on the main fronts." He replies, his words slow and slurred. " I heard most of it. How long was I out?"
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Post by Sensorium on Oct 13, 2004 11:15:25 GMT -5
"About 20, 30 minutes" Dyson says, looking at Shep.
" Do you think you can walk?" Dyson asks again.
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Post by dakota on Oct 13, 2004 21:42:15 GMT -5
"Damn." Shepherd whistled, wobbly getting to his feet. Balancing for a moment in a crouch, he flops back down. " Nope. Haven't felt this bad in the field since the Newtown campaign." He half-chuckles.
Snowball shakes his head with a slight growl, motioning in the direction they were traveling." No move yet, trouble."
(Tag- Dyson)
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Post by Sensorium on Oct 14, 2004 9:01:51 GMT -5
Dyson, awkwardly turns while still crouched to face where Snowball pointed, clutching his cannon and bringing it into line with Snowballs direction.
Dyson says in a hoarse whisper " Snowball stay low, but be ready to get Shep out of here if we can't handle this."
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Post by dakota on Oct 14, 2004 14:47:17 GMT -5
Snowball nods, his attention focused ahead. Shep retrieves his C-14 from Snowball, and checks the charge in the eclip. He then grabs his pack and pulls it next to him. Noticing the top is open, he stares at the battlecat." Did you open this?"
Snowball shakes his head, turning his attention to Dyson, as Shepherd refastens top of his pack, grumbling something incoherent as he does.
(Tag- Dyson)
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Post by Sensorium on Oct 16, 2004 14:36:14 GMT -5
" Everything okay with your pack?" Dyso says to Shep in a low voice.
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Post by dakota on Oct 17, 2004 0:35:07 GMT -5
" Uh..," Shepherd stammers for a moment," uh, yeah, it's fine." He swings the pack behind him, quickly turning to face towards whatever Snowball had smelled. As he does, he braces himself with the butt of his rifle to catch his balance with a low " whoa" before bringing it up to a readied, if shaky position. " It's you're call how we play this, Wong. I'm in no condition to make decisions until I see the medic."
(Tag- Dyson)
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Post by Sensorium on Oct 17, 2004 12:37:51 GMT -5
Dyson, nervously, " Ok Shep." Then to Snowball " Can you hear anything, I need to know what's happening. Is something moving away, come toward us?"
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Post by dakota on Oct 18, 2004 1:56:51 GMT -5
" Can't tell, but they are still there." Snowball replies, sniffing the air. " Wind changing. Heard something, but not sure what it was."
(Tag- Dyson. Also, I need a perception roll from you, 1d20 +IQ modifer. See GM notes thread under OOC section for explanation of house rules for perception rolls)
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Post by Sensorium on Oct 18, 2004 7:20:51 GMT -5
(Perception roll= 2 + 0 for IQ)
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Post by dakota on Oct 18, 2004 10:19:37 GMT -5
Shepherd shakes his head as he stares straight ahead. " Could've swore I saw something move out there." Nothing grabs Dyson's attention as he watches the same general direction. Snowball purrs from behind them." I saw nothing, prehaps it was just caused by your injury."
" Yeah, probably." Shepherd replied. " So are we going to wait here all day, or what?" He glances acrossed to Dyson.
(Tag - Dyson)
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