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hadriel2018-06-05 04:39 pm
darknstormy) wrote in hadriel2018-06-05 04:39 pm
video; un: Clyde
[ The video shook a little before finally landing on his face. Well, the profile of his face. Seth had turned it on without realizing then stepped away. He glanced back, catching something moving in his peripheral.
Shit.
[ A look of illumination graced his features and he stopped his approach to turn off the feed. Seth cleared his throat, his expression more accepting of their surrounding circumstance than his frustrated focus of seconds ago. What could he say? He was glad to have a speaking voice again. Might as well put it to use. ]
If there's somethin' that getting sucked from one mess to another's taught me, it's that nothin' lasts forever. All this shit's temporary... I couldn't talk soon after ending up here. My better half couldn't hear. And some of you got acquainted with the pain in the ass who lives with us, Leo. --Who by the way, can't exactly help what he is and didn't fuckin' ask to be made but still lives buy a code. But I digress...
[ Seth sat back after the brief introduction of sorts. ]
I'm Seth. Seth Gecko. You've already met Leo on here. As my Bonnie once called him, 'a walkin'-talkin' after shave commercial' who sang for you. Margo hasn't graced you all with an appearance yet but that's probably thanks to the roller coaster we've been through since arriving. She'll no doubt talk about magic when she does. Me? Well, I'm just a run of the mill guy from Kansas City. No powers, though not too bad with a piece.
[ He leaned forward and pulled out a gun tucked at the small of his back, brought it to view then returned it. ]
So if I haven't bored you all to hell yet, maybe some of who's left can enlighten me on what life's been like here? It seems the breaking up into islands is something new. Before ending up here, the three of us were at a place in France--or at least, it seemed French--that nobody could make a sound or chance gettin' torn apart by monsters.
Anybody sharin' insight about life here, you've earned yourself some manual labor. Or anythin' else I can come up with.
[ He offered an expectant look at the end. Not quite a smile, but a signature move when trying to get something without the means to obtain it otherwise. ]
Shit.
[ A look of illumination graced his features and he stopped his approach to turn off the feed. Seth cleared his throat, his expression more accepting of their surrounding circumstance than his frustrated focus of seconds ago. What could he say? He was glad to have a speaking voice again. Might as well put it to use. ]
If there's somethin' that getting sucked from one mess to another's taught me, it's that nothin' lasts forever. All this shit's temporary... I couldn't talk soon after ending up here. My better half couldn't hear. And some of you got acquainted with the pain in the ass who lives with us, Leo. --Who by the way, can't exactly help what he is and didn't fuckin' ask to be made but still lives buy a code. But I digress...
[ Seth sat back after the brief introduction of sorts. ]
I'm Seth. Seth Gecko. You've already met Leo on here. As my Bonnie once called him, 'a walkin'-talkin' after shave commercial' who sang for you. Margo hasn't graced you all with an appearance yet but that's probably thanks to the roller coaster we've been through since arriving. She'll no doubt talk about magic when she does. Me? Well, I'm just a run of the mill guy from Kansas City. No powers, though not too bad with a piece.
[ He leaned forward and pulled out a gun tucked at the small of his back, brought it to view then returned it. ]
So if I haven't bored you all to hell yet, maybe some of who's left can enlighten me on what life's been like here? It seems the breaking up into islands is something new. Before ending up here, the three of us were at a place in France--or at least, it seemed French--that nobody could make a sound or chance gettin' torn apart by monsters.
Anybody sharin' insight about life here, you've earned yourself some manual labor. Or anythin' else I can come up with.
[ He offered an expectant look at the end. Not quite a smile, but a signature move when trying to get something without the means to obtain it otherwise. ]
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Possibly. You could trade with other individuals here, but the main method of getting ammunition is to bring a dead monster to Rage's Temple. With our change in location, we have much fewer monsters available.
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[ It wasn't as if the guy didn't speak clearly. Seth just couldn't believe what he'd said. ]
Like old school Testament times? Bring an offerin' to get something back? That just for ammo?
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Unfortunately. There is an armoury, but Rage seems unwilling to provide any modern weapons or weapon components as a part of it.
[So trading is the only choice.]
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[ Again, not at him. Everything that had happened at Hadriel seemed so pointless. Then again, Seth wasn't really good with emotions. Out of the two Gecko brothers, he was the one with them but was raised constantly ridiculed for them. Having them in Hadriel seemed like giving in to the powers that be. ]
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[Lance is--probably obviously--not so much a fan of getting up close and personal in a fight; just the opposite, actually. He did learn to use some of the armoury weapons out of necessity, but he's definitely not great with them and finds the building mostly useless.]
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So these assholes bring us here and leave us basically defenseless? I don't know about you but wielding a sword ain't somethin' people do in my time. Not for a couple of centuries.