Hareveth: A Forsaken Tale

[hivefleetchicken]

Corporal O'Connor turned directly away from Inis as she spoke, feeling as though he had some sort of right to not listen to a single word from one of those... What were they called where he was from?

The word escaped his mind as he swatted the thought, as well as Inis' monologue off, stomping past her and out the doorway, and digging his feet into the gravel of the ground outside and kicking a rock aside swiftly.

He trailed off after Gideon and Cain, his hands lodged in his pockets, whistling to himself in contentment as he thought to himself about how well that went. He remembered by mere instinct that those... Zenoids? Could be quite dangerous, and he sarcastically whispered to himself how spooked he was by that stick wielding thin faced snotnose.

Chuckling to himself, he contemplated for a moment how easy it just might be to take on that wretched... Xeno, and what he might be able to find in the blacksmith's to help him accomplish that, before shooing the thought away when he heard Inis walking behind him.

Edited December 11, 2014 by Guest

[Gollee]

Inis' rant peters out as O'Connor pushed past her; she stared after him for a moment; before taking off after him, towards the blacksmiths.

[hivefleetchicken]

O'Connor slowed momentarily as he noticed Inis following him, before spinning around and firmly placing his hand effectively right in front of her chest to stop her.

He stared at her fiercely, the hand trembling with anger.

"I don't know who you are. And I don't know who you think you are. But. I'm pretty sure we -all- want to get the fuck out of here a-sap, lady, and if you think we're too dumb to find a way out, don't waste your God-damned time with us. Get lost - or suck it the fuck up and work with us as a -team-. 'Kay? 'Kay."

He quickly marched back towards the blacksmiths, not giving her a chance to reply, and entered the blacksmith.

"Well, that tall girl will be here in a few moments. Most likely not happy. Brace for it." He chuckled out, slapping Gideon on the shoulder.

"What'd we find?"

[Valkrae]

Arebur would find himself in the same field as the others woke up in. The shadowy beast nowhere in sight. There seems to be a buzz coming from the building in the center of the town.

[Gollee]

Inis stood still, shocked for a moment, before muttering quietly, "I don't think you are dumb." She follows several metres behind O'Connor, entering the Blacksmith shortly after him; looking around at the people looking at her, she mutters quietly, "Sorry." maneuvering past them, she picks up a shortsword, spinning it experimentally in her left hand.

[canon35]

Cain stares at the sight of a painted gun on the door. Grabbing a sharp axe he begins to hack away at the door while muttering "Please be something useful...".

[hivefleetchicken]

O'Connor finally realized that he would have to take what he could, gripping a small barbed knife from the floor and twirling the blade in his hands.

He then quickly tugged the knife through a belt loop in his combat jeans, stowing it, before turning his attention to Cain. Grabbing a hammer, he approached Cain, heavy at work with demolishing the door.

He quickly muttered "Dibs on first pick," as he placed a hand on Cain's shoulder and lightly tugged him back, nodding once. "Let me try'n help."

O'Connor swung the hammer directly into the padlock, smashing the chain links to broken shards, which then trickled to the floor. He then kicked the door open swiftly, shrugging confidently, and holding a hand through the doorway to keep it open. "Ladies first, gentlemen." He gestured to Inis, and then comically to Cain.

[canon35]

Cain mutters as he enters the room and begins search for anything he can use.

[Gollee]

Inis stares blankly at the sign above the door, then peers into the room, "I have no idea what these are."

[Valkrae]

There are multiple weapons from many different eras of technology. Gunpowder weapons, pneumatic weapons, Melta Guns, Kinetic wepaons, a DC-15, and various other weaponry. It would seem that whatever the user desired in the form of weapons would be in this room.

[Doomberg]

Gideon helps himself to a sword and a gunpowder pistol, shoving them into his empty sheath and holster respectively. "Much better, I must say. Now that we are appropriately armed, perhaps further exploration would be in order - the nearby temple, specifically.

[Gollee]

Inis runs her hands over the piles of weapons, "Does anyone see a wand anywhere? Something like that? Rather than these metal club things?"

[canon35]

Cain began to rifle through the pile of weaponry before pulling out a Winchester Model 1897 out, with the stock cut off and the top barrel cut short. He then picks up a steel axe with a wooden grip and says to Inis whilst slipping them in between his belt and jeans "These are not 'metal club things', they're the best god-damn warfare invention I've ever seen."

[Gollee]

Inis looks at Cain with bewilderment, "They are just intricate chunks of metal, there isn't a hint of magic to them at all. How, exactly, are a load of blunt objects the greatest warfare invention ever seen?" Inis picks up a glock pistol and peers down the barrel.

[hivefleetchicken]

O'Connor had found his weapon of choice the moment he glanced at the piles of firearms.

Walking to a small shelf, he placed both of his hands firmly on a old, plasteel and wooden las shotgun. He ran his hand down the cold, shiny barrel. Having heard the wood elf ask for a weapon with magic, he emitted a low growl, before snatching it firmly, slowly turning around and pointing the barrel loosely at Inis.

"Did you say... Magic, lady?"

[canon35]

Cain says "Inis, if you want a demonstration of the use of th--" as his words are cut off with he notices O'Connor pointing his gun at Inis and points his own shotgun at him "Don't.Even.Fucking.Think.About it.".

[hivefleetchicken]

O'Connor glanced at Cain, squinting. He lowered his gun slowly, keeping half of his vision locked on Inis.

"I ain't teamin' up with a fuckin' sorcerer. Bottom line."

[Gollee]

Inis frowns, looking up from the pistol, "I've already said that I'm not a sorceror, I use the magic of nature, they use the magic innate to themselves; now stop pointing that stick at me. Right now." She glances over at Cain, taking a step backwards, towards him, and away from O'Connor.

Edited December 13, 2014 by Guest

[Doomberg]

Gideon taps his sheathed sword's hilt briefly, laying a hand on O'Connor's shoulder. "Perhaps she is to be judged, but you will not be the one to judge her. Right now, you need to accept the fact that we need her. You needn't like it."

[hivefleetchicken]

O'Connor visibly began to shrug off Gideon's hand from his shoulder, before huffing through his nostrils and nodding. He squeezed the trigger of the shotgun, producing a dull buzz as it rang empty, never having contained a magazine in the first place.

O'Connor smirked slightly, shrugging. "There wasn't a laspack in it yet. I couldn't've shot you if I wanted to, Inis." He snorted, before slapping a cartridge into the magazine slot and charging the weapon up as he walked back outside, leaving the others to discuss.

[Gollee]

Inis still looks confused, "What's a laspack? And what have I done that makes you and O'Connor think I need to be judged?" She aims her second question at Gideon.

[Doomberg]

Gideon scratches his head, furrowing his brow as if struggling to remember something. "I apologize, I don't know what came over me. You've wronged no one."

[Gollee]

Inis looks bewildered, and slightly unnerved, "Whatever is going on is messed up..."

She turns back into the room, and continues looking for a wand, "If you see a wooden stick, preferably made of yew, and about two handspans long, call out, will you?"

[canon35]

Cain looks at Inis and Gideon and grumbles "I'm gonna follow him and make sure he doesn't murder anyone else...". Before he walks out of the door he looks at Inis and says "I'll keep an eye out for that stick.".

[Gollee]

Inis, rummaging through stacks of weapons, absent-mindedly raises her hand towards Cain, "Thanks."