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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 25, 2007 21:45:55 GMT -5
Ah, yes, but you can probably afford to spend 10 credits or get 10 credits loaned to you for some food.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 26, 2007 1:43:33 GMT -5
have I or the rough neck left the briefing room
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 26, 2007 4:13:38 GMT -5
Not yet.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Feb 27, 2007 0:51:17 GMT -5
okay i'll approach him and ask this "can i borrow 10 credits to feed my armor"
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Feb 27, 2007 21:11:36 GMT -5
The man shakes his head. "I'm sorry, Sir Banis, but with the war effort as it is, I can't afford to loan anyone anything."
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Post by Vincent Hack on Mar 1, 2007 14:55:42 GMT -5
"ah well, thanks anyway" *he says, before headingout*
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 1, 2007 21:50:50 GMT -5
...Heading out where? It's only been like twenty minutes.
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Post by Vincent Hack on Mar 2, 2007 1:49:48 GMT -5
out of the room, he's bored out of his skull and needs money to obtain food
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 3, 2007 22:55:23 GMT -5
"How much for Miracle Fiber, ma'am?" Silenti tried to be a bit courteous, as odd as it felt to her.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 3, 2007 23:18:14 GMT -5
And then where to?
"2,500 credits."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 3, 2007 23:26:11 GMT -5
OOG: ._. I have no idea if she can afford that or not XD; If she can't, she'll..uh...just go back to the main room and stretch/meditate/contemplate her objective but if she can, then...
"I'll buy it." She says, glancing around at the rest of the store for a moment.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 5, 2007 21:49:27 GMT -5
The old woman's eyes scans about. "Great. We need to have it fitted." She speaks surreptitiously, as if almost paranoid.
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Zealot
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Splicers => Hrvoje; Nightbane => Pavao
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Post by Zealot on Mar 8, 2007 12:42:05 GMT -5
Hrvoje goes to his room and gathers all his supplies and prepares for the journey.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 8, 2007 17:54:34 GMT -5
What supplies is he particularly focusing on?
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 9, 2007 0:55:13 GMT -5
"Alright." She stares at the woman in curiosity from her tone, and searching eyes.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 13, 2007 18:51:08 GMT -5
The woman turns about and leads Silenti into the back storeroom.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 13, 2007 22:25:27 GMT -5
She follows quietly, thinking about her part of the mission, her fists absently tightening against the handles of her katars.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 17, 2007 1:56:49 GMT -5
The woman's eye turns about and shines faintly as she leads Silenti forward into the back. The shop is small and she is the only person manning it, but as she opens the door, a warehouse almost as large as the storage and procurement areas for the Splicers technology. The area has Technojackers and ordinary people working on Miracle Fiber, armors, ceramic weapons, explosives, and other technology, all in the hope of making non-organic non-metal (known in Splicers parlance as NONM) weaponry, industry and equipment a reality. She takes Silenti to a machine, "Here you are. Sit here, please."
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 18, 2007 21:14:50 GMT -5
Silenti sits down without complaint, glancing at those working on equipment.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 21, 2007 19:25:14 GMT -5
By "sit", she apparently meant stay still. A machine takes her measurements and begins to spin fibers, Kevlar and mini-ceramics and such. She feels it form around her, slightly loose.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 21, 2007 20:51:22 GMT -5
Silenti remains still but for the slight spasm of her muscles and breath, expecting it to tighten or harden in perhaps one sudden movement.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 22, 2007 17:03:04 GMT -5
The fibers remain loose and flexible. It appears their ability to do so is part of their defensive nature.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 22, 2007 23:13:06 GMT -5
She looks for the old woman, hoping she was finished--she didn't want to use up too much of their time--or hers for that matter.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 25, 2007 7:47:51 GMT -5
The woman nods. "That's done."
Silenti's preparations are completed. She now awaits the battle.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 26, 2007 23:10:56 GMT -5
She returns to the room then, passing the time via stretching and slashing her katars a bit boredly.
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 27, 2007 12:34:52 GMT -5
OOG: ...I mean you're waiting on a few others to continue.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 27, 2007 22:22:03 GMT -5
OOG: Yah, I meant she goes back to the room they were first briefed, waiting for people. >_>
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 28, 2007 16:33:50 GMT -5
OOG: That's not the room. They're going to leave from one of the entrances outside of the base.
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Post by sithofmacabre on Mar 29, 2007 0:10:18 GMT -5
OOG: ...Oh...
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Post by Frederic Bourgault-Christie on Mar 30, 2007 17:17:32 GMT -5
So: Anyone else?
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