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 Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 9:20 pm
 Overnight the weather went from hellishly cold to hellishly hot, seemingly to mock her struggles. The cruelty of nature was the best argument she had ever heard for making a permanent residence, but she wasn't skilled enough in woodworking or architecture to do so by herself. She would need assistance for an undertaking such as that, for she was neither clever enough nor strong enough to leverage that much wood into position alone. Perhaps she would save up a large quantity of cash and commission a small hut, she mused as she readied herself for a day of hunting and digging. It was fairly exhausting work, but it felt good to move her body freely. With a bead of sweat already forming on her forehead from the sweltering heat, she set out toward her project.
Except it was ruined. Not completely, of course--she would have noticed such a thing--but something large had stumbled through and messed up some of her already poor letters. She had to redo them and spent a couple of hours just reshaping them into a more legible form. It bothered her, though, that something could ruin her work with such ease, so she eventually dropped her shovel off at her campsite, rehydrated, and set about tracking the culprit down. Luckily, the culprit had not gone far; unluckily, it was a bear. As soon as she stepped into the trees, she spotted a black mass of fur rubbing against a tree.
Peace froze. This was clearly a black bear, probably weighing two or three of her combined. If she wanted to take it out, she had to act quickly while she had the advantage of surprise. But then that vanished, as the beast turned to face her. It was do or die.
She charged. It clearly wasn't expecting this tactic because it started to turn away, but she slammed her fist into its head before it could get going. The bear stumbled to one side and took a swipe at her, but even though it caught her, its claws only barely scratched her thigh. In response, she hit it again, this time eliciting a soft crunching sound from its head. It slammed into her and knocked her over, then started sniffing around drunkenly as though it couldn't figure out what she was. It failed to identify her, though, and she quickly snuffed out its hope by smashing her knuckles directly into its snout. Its face mostly concave and blood leaking from its mouth, it jumped in her direction with its maw wide. She tried to dodge out of the way, but lost her footing and fell, winding up with an angry bear on top of her. It brought its teeth within inches of her face, but she survived by sliding under it and out the other side, tapping its gut to make it recoil out of the way as she went.
Fighting like this was exhausting, but there was adrenaline pumping through her body. Fire filled her veins and her body was a solid mass of impenetrable steel. She convinced herself of these things as she wound up for the final rush, the one that would end in at least one death. The opening attacks on each side left something to be desired, but the bear started batting her around like so much meat. After barely avoiding a couple of heavy blows, she managed to find her footing and delivered a powerful punch straight to the creature's throat. After sputtering and heaving up blood for a few moments, the creature fell to the ground. She finished it off by pounding its neck into bloody pulp, then took a moment to take a deep breath.
She ached. Her leg injury stung painfully and felt wet, and there were deep gashes on one arm. She needed to treat her wounds. She returned to camp and popped open the first aid kit, using it to clean and wrap her wounds where possible and to stitch up the gashes on her arm. She was by no means an expert, but she managed to get the wounds clean to the standards outlined in the seminar--maybe even cleaner, now she looked at it.
With the summer heat baking the mountainside, she opted to stay out of the sunlight and in the shade of the trees, much like the bear carcass, which she gutted as soon as her wounds were treated so that the meat didn't spoil. Just for the sake of safety, she performed that gutting while wearing her poncho, not wanting to splash her wounds with something disgusting. She then made a trip down to the river and drank her fill of water, then filled her canteen so she wouldn't have to come back down for a while, and washed her poncho and arms. By the time she got back up the mountain evening had come. She was hungry, but most importantly she was tired, and after finding some fruit to tide her over she could hardly bring herself to butcher the beast that night. She opted instead to simply drag it closer to camp and hang it from a tree so she could take care of it the next day. A couple of fires were also built nearby to drive off the insects, but as soon as the last one was lit, Peace crawled into her pit and fell asleep.
Letter 'P' Completion: 100%.
Letter 'E' Completion: 100%.
Letter 'A' Completion: 69%.
First Aid Kit: -2 uses.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 10:00 pm
The day after her brawl with the bear was a very calm one. Only a single animal came to investigate the hanging bear carcass, and it came when she was busy cutting out the meat, so Peace just scared it off without much fuss. It was much cooler out than the day before, though by no stretch of the imagination was it even remotely chilly; a soft, slow rain came down for most of the morning and early afternoon, making her digging much easier. While the dirt wasn't reduced to mud, the rain did break up some of the top layer and make it easy to move. Thanks to that, even with her injuries, the wild woman was able to not only finish off her current letter, but also get halfway through the next.
Just after noon, with the rain petering off and hunger starting to cloy at her insides, she abandoned the dig and set about retrieving meat from the bear. It was a long and arduous process, but she managed to de-fur the carcass and start roasting the meat over a roaring fire. She also wanted to harvest the fur, but while she had plenty of experience doing so, she just didn't have the energy. In retrospect, working in the morning had been a bad idea, something she concluded after staring into the fire for much longer than was probably necessary. One thing was for sure, though: thanks to her zoning out, the meat was very thoroughly cooked. It was a bit tough to eat, but at least she had something she could chew on for a while.
The injury on her leg, regardless of how minor it actually was, ached terribly as she made her way down to the river to refill her canteen. She drank a tremendous amount of water and then returned to camp under cloud cover, a light breeze and distant rumbles of thunder hinting at worse weather to come. This, of course, worried Peace for multiple reasons: if it got cold again, it was possible she wouldn't be able to work as hard as she had before to save herself, and if it rained heavily, her pit might fill with water. Just in case of the latter, she filled her backpack with her things and hung it from a tree branch so it wouldn't get waterlogged, but dealing with cold weather meant preparing the bear's skin. While she pondered what to do about that, she sat down to clean her wounds again.
Letter 'P' Completion: 100%.
Letter 'E' Completion: 100%.
Letter 'A' Completion: 100%.
Letter 'C' Completion: 50%.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 10:46 pm
The wind blew hard out of the north as Peace prepared the bear's fur, reminding her of those frigid nights she had struggled through. Exhaustion caused her hands to shake and damage sections of the fur as she worked it with a nicely-sized stone she had found and shaped, but she persevered with the memory of that awful chill in her mind. A few miles away, thunderstorms drenched the land, but her camp was blessedly devoid of precipitation while she worked. Every time a thunderclap echoed across the land, she felt relief from the constant dread that moved her, but it returned every time as soon as the sound faded. It was, in a word, peaceful, even if she was struggling to survive. It was difficult, but fulfilling.
Eventually, after she had removed all the meat and fat and miscellaneous biological matter and was left only with the pelt, she carried it down to the river and washed it slowly. It was long, tedious work, but gradually a warm feeling of calm overcame her. When the fur was fully washed, she beat out some of the excess water and carried it back up to camp, where she stoked a fire and began to dry it that way as well. She made sure to hold the fur well above the actual flame using sticks, not wanting the fire to damage the fur. When it was reasonably dry, she hung the finished pelt up in the tree once more to air it out. She munched on a small sample of the beast's burnt meat as she watched the storms ravage the land below. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep to the sound of distant rain and a crackling fire.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2017 11:34 pm
 Leaping through the trees of his territory and gradually passing into Peace's, Gil a few times accidentally went a bit overboard with his power, blowing a hole in the tree he was leaping off of or excavating a small chunk of earth when using the ground. Each time he felt a pang of something between guilt and shame, he really needed to get a better handle on regulating his power to avoid doing things like that. For the sake of himself as much as his surroundings, wood shattering made a pretty loud noise, ruining any chances he had of using his power stealthily when it happened. He didn't allow himself to feel too badly about it though, because there was also a sense of pride welling up to appease his narcissistic nature: it meant that he was powerful. And besides, this was his territory, claimed through that very power, they were his trees to break, his ground to turn over!... ... He'd try to get a handle on it by the time he got into Peace's neck of the woods.
And for the most part, he did, though these powers were relatively new to him, acquiring them so young meant he was still very adaptable, still had the ability to incorporate them into his regular actions, as easy as breathing if he kept at it. Realizing he was getting close to the mountain Peace was defacing for whatever reason, he shook himself out of his introspection. He had a... business proposition for his fellow Son (Daughter? he should really figure out how that worked) of b***h, a way around those pesky laws saying they weren't supposed to loot the poor idiots who ventured into their territory ignorant of or unwilling to pay their toll. They needed to acquire something with which to make receipts, and then they'd be all set. They could confiscate their victims' funds and valuables, force them to sign the receipt, and "sell" them something. It could be anything, really, some nicer looking rocks from one of their territories, some of the gravel Peace was making as a result of whatever she was doing to the mountain face- speaking of, that's what she was doing to the mountain face! Gil thought, coming into the clearing surrounding it, easily figuring out what "PEAC" would be. A lot easier to read, now that so much progress had been made...
What had he been thinking about? Ah, yes. Things to "sell" their prospective "customers." The thought brought a smile to Gil's face. What did they have in abundance? Well, trees for one. Ha! Of course. A little application of her powers to fell the trees, a little of his to break them apart and they could have some effective wood chips for mulch or decorating, or whatever. It would be "artistic" or something like that to explain their high and fluctuating prices as they took whatever each "customer" had. His grin widened, as he looked around for his friend. He found her hunched over a fire in front of her enormous signature, munching on something that smelled vaguely of pork, but didn't look like the right texture, and certainly was too large to be any pig that lived around here. After a slightly more ostentatious greeting than was really necessary, he he was something of a king after all, he lost his regal composure and launched excitedly into a description of his plan as any excited child might, though somewhat muted by his ever-present melancholy he tried to hide under his veneer of pride and confidence.
Once he realized he had been talking so quickly he almost felt bad for a moment about bowling over any greeting she may have had to offer in response, until he remembered that she couldn't. Well, now his own seemed even more ostentatious than necessary.
Mission: Independent Acquaintances- complete
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 12:21 am
Peace snapped out of her half-doze and finished her snack when she heard someone approaching. She suppressed a look of surprise when it was Gil who showed up, mostly because she was getting used to either tourists or animals wandering around too close for their own good. What's more, he was very eagerly going on about some business proposition and turning the conversation completely one-sided. Not that she minded. He, at least, knew that she was mute, unlike all those inconsiderate police officers who couldn't deal with her if the ideal method slapped them across the face. Of course, she had no idea what that method was, but it had to exist.
Back to the matter at hand. What Gil was proposing was, in essence, highway robbery disguised as an art exhibition. While she did like the implication that she would have something to gain from people wandering into her territory, and that that thing would also drive them away afterward, she had her qualms about turning people off to art. She'd always enjoyed museums, since the pictures and sculptures were usually pretty and didn't require literacy, and somehow besmirching that seemed wrong. Then again, he was talking about mulch, which was a natural byproduct of her chopping wood anyway. It seemed like his proposition wouldn't result in much of a change for her lifestyle while also managing to rake in some cash (that she didn't need). She pondered it briefly, grimaced at the thought of filing business paperwork, concluded that Gil would probably handle that, and then ultimately gave it her stamp of approval: a thumbs-up, with almost 80% of her name emblazoned on the mountain in the background.
As the storm raged in the distance, she realized that she wasn't living up to her standards of hospitality and offered the boy a sample of her slightly burnt bear meat. At the same time, she popped another one into her mouth, chewing slowly to get through the tough, smoky, pork-flavored exterior to the slightly dry, pork-flavored interior.
Independent Acquaintances: Complete.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 1:15 pm
Gil was initially a bit hesitant to accept meat when he had no inkling of its source, but trusted Peace essentially implicitly and she was eating it too, so he decided to accept. It wasn't bad, sort of a pork-like flavor, but a little gamier and tougher. He decided to hold it above the fire for a while before finishing it, he always preferred his meals warm when possible, and he considered meat best when it was piping hot. It might cook slightly more while he warmed it, which was unfortunate, but he figured it was worth the risk. While they ate, he asked Peace absent-mindedly about what she'd been doing since he'd last seen her, and about what they were eating. He only really understood about 1/3 of her pantomimed responses, even knowing her as well as he did, but a lot of the rest fell into place with context and/or repetition. All in all, he figured that as long as they took the time for it, he could eventually understand about 80-85% of what she was trying to get across. The identity of the mystery meat was one of the easiest to glean, as she had a prop to help out: she'd skinned the creature and drew Gil's attention to the lustrous black fur pelt she had hanging nearby. A black bear?! Well, that went a long way toward explaining the bandages his friend was sporting, though how a black bear had been able to inflict the deeper wounds he wasn't sure. He'd seen her power in action a few times now, and this was the worst he'd seen her hurt. Gil felt a bit of worry, did she have some sort of weakness to a specific type of damage? Maybe a time when her powers didn't work as powerfully as normal? He quickly banished the thoughts, finding them to be unproductive. It was very possible she didn't know herself and even if she did that would be a tough topic of conversation to broach. Compounding itself with those problems, even if she were of a mind to tell him, that would be exceedingly difficult to get across to him with her gesture-based communication. "So, Peace... why carve your name into the side of a mountain?"
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 5:06 pm
With the bear pelt swaying on the branch providing a rather strange backdrop for her equally strange motions, she began to pantomime her adventures over the past week or two. She wasn't particularly great at telling how much time had passed on a short time frame, so the days all just sort of ran together sometimes.
She started with a digging motion using her hands, then pretended to be very consternated, then pulled an imaginary item off the ground and held it aloft as though presenting it to the gods along with her thanks. Then she mimed slamming it into the ground and dragging it toward her and repeated this motion for an uncomfortably long amount of time. Occasionally she would stop to do things like hold her hand up above her and clench and splay her fingers rapidly. After a while, she pantomimed falling asleep, then opened her eyes, frowned, brushed something off her head, and pretended to scoot away from something without getting up. Next, she acted out a very exaggerated scene of waking up in the morning, complete with yawn and huge stretch. Then she put her hands on her head and opened them and her eyes as wide as they would go. After looking around for a few moments using only pointed movements, she would then start punching the air, put something invisible into a headlock, and then held something large over the campfire.
Her interpretive dance continued with her walking in place, pretending to hear something, and then looking around suspiciously. Then she broke into a sprint with remarkably bad form in place, a look of pseudo-panic painted onto her face. Then she stopped running and just looked disappointed and annoyed. She walked over to something, tied it up, and seemingly led or dragged the thing on a leash. As she continued this motion, she pointed at a low spot on the horizon, traced her finger up over her head and down again to the opposite side of the sky, and repeated this movement a few more times. Then she unceremoniously chucked her captive at a nearby tree, puffed her chest up, lowered her chin, and waggled her finger disapprovingly before handing herself a wad of cash, which she actually had and used as a prop. Then she looked at an invisible watch, mimed walking, pointed at the city, made it rain imaginary money, ate an imaginary burger, and walked some more.
What followed next could only be described as a series of vignettes wherein some versions of her who had mean, nasty expressions and mannerisms were silently clobbered by her and chucked at the same tree as earlier, often ending with her producing a wad of cash at the end of the motion.
Finally, she got around to more recent events. She put on an angry face, made a hiking motion, and pointed straight at the giant letters that now marred the mountainside. She shivered in place next to the fire for about two minutes, not showing any sign of letting up. Then she pointed at the bear pelt, then wiped her hand across the air in the direction of the letters, and assumed a stereotypical boxing stance. After throwing a couple of punches and executing some truly horrible combat rolls, she paused for a moment to think, then shook her head, pointed at the bear pelt, mimed a headlock, twisted, and then pirouetted in place and fell over while twitching. After picking herself up and brushing some of the dirt off of her continuously dirty clothes, she raised her arms and gestured about the area.
In response to Gil's question, she gestured intensely toward the city, used her fingers to depict a walking motion, and then gestured around them again.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 6:58 pm
So... yeah, about 80% comprehension. Sometimes more, sometimes less. Gil got the gist of Peace's story, digging caves for shelter and apparently some run-ins with people not smart enough to stay out of the territory of the Sons of b***h, filing a mental note about that last part so he could... do something about it, next time he found himself in town. Never hurt to remind people of the simple things. The fundamentals. Not screwing with the Sons of b***h was about as fundamental as it could get. He was less certain about the holding hands aloft to heaven, and he figured something was lost in the translation of her final response, meant to answer his question. It had seemed like she was saying she was carving her name in the mountain to attract people from the city, but he knew her pretty well, so knew that couldn't be it.
He wouldn't get a chance to ask for clarification yet, as he noticed the presence of someone moving about through the trees, not far away. He quickly drew Peace's attention to the direction of the sounds, and prepared himself. Normally he'd let Peace handle it herself, they were in her territory after all, but these were extenuating circumstances. First of all, they weren't exactly on the edges of the wildlands, this person had made it pretty far out, which meant it was deliberate. If they were deliberately trespassing here, there were really only three options. For one, people might need that reminder he'd been thinking about much more than he thought. That seemed unlikely, it hadn't actually been that long since the last time he put some idiots in their place. Other than that, they were either exceedingly stupid, or very competent. If it were competence that let them think they could come here, he didn't mind lending a hand in that situation. Besides, Peace was wounded and Gil was looking forward to a fight. He'd been working on holding back and regulating his powers on the way, this would give him a chance to experiment with the other end of things, to try pushing his limits.
He wouldn't have to wait long to find out, a minute or two later, a stocky man walked through the trees into the clearing. It was time to banish Gil and embrace Gilgamesh. The intruder was short, though just through virtue of age still noticeably taller than Gilgamesh. He was tan, and covered in several tattoos. Tattoos that looked familiar. During his time running messages and packages around in New York, Gilgamesh had seen enough of the local gangs to recognize that this man belonged to one, but not enough to remember which gang that was. The man noticed them, and didn't seem surprised or intimidated. Hell, he seemed confident. Well, that meant competent as opposed to stupid. They didn't appear to have any weapons on them, which meant that it was probably parahuman abilities underpinning that confidence. Gilgamesh's grin widened in anticipation of really getting to give his powers a test drive. He didn't have to wait long for confirmation, as the man's arms erupted in blue fire.
Ah. So there was a reason those tattoos seemed familiar, and it wasn't gang-related. It was Singe. A second or third string cape with a penchant for violence. His power allowed him generate that blue fire his arms were swathed in, and gave him near immunity to heat as a result. He could throw balls of his fire, or spray it forward short distances, but not very effectively, his power only allowed for creating the stuff directly on top of his skin. Consequently, the spray didn't go very far and the fireballs he lobbed didn't explode, they flattened against their target and went out pretty quickly if the target wasn't too flammable. Downside for Peace and Gilgamesh was that his flames were significantly hotter than the fire they had just been huddled around. Gilgamesh stayed roughly twenty feet from Peace, keeping to her right. He's let her make the first move. She may be wounded, but her power would let her stand up to the blue flames much longer than he could. Besides, if he could surprise the man with his own power, he could end this quickly.
Mission: C-List Bounty- begun
Naomi Tenkou will be going for the reward 2 version of this where we turn him in to a crime boss instead of the cops, making this the beginning of some criminal activity.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 7:33 pm
Peace was a bit confused when Gil directed her attention elsewhere, but pretty quickly found out why: some jabroni had taken to walking around the area, and what was worse, that selfsame jabroni was now brandishing a fire hotter than the sun itself. That last part was a lie, but it sure felt true to her, even if she didn't know how hot the sun was. It was at this point that she really wished she had some clay to fire or could ask him to make some charcoal, but there would be no such luck. He really didn't look like the type to talk about those sorts of things. Well, if he wasn't friendly, then she'd have to deal with him before he messed up all of her lovely digging.
Well, as he seemed rather fired up about something, she figured she would grill him a nice knuckle sandwich while he waited. She brushed herself off, pressed out some of the wrinkles in her clothing, then ran over to him and swung straight for his chest. It didn't go very well, his flames scorching her fist a bit. She took a step backward and shook her hand a bit, then swung in again with her other. That one was a solid hit to the solar plexus, resulting in his being winded. While he was still reeling from her attack, he managed to conjure up a cloud of flame between him and Peace, causing her to stumble backward to avoid it. She got away with mild burns on her torso and arm, the damage mitigated ever so slightly by the layers of dirt she had accumulated and fairly significantly by the field she was projecting around herself. He was no bear, but she made doubly sure to shore up her defenses while fighting him, lest she suffer a nasty burn that she wasn't equipped to deal with in the wild.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 7:58 pm
Gilgamesh watched Peace and Singe fighting with great anticipation, looking for any sort of opening. He felt that guilt welling up again when Peace was burned in her initial attack, but reminded himself that if he had been the one to go in first, he wouldn't be shaking it off and going back in like Peace was. He'd probably have second degree burns at a minimum, and likely be out of the fight. He shook himself out of his funk as Peace landed a good hit. Dammit! That would've been his perfect chance to step in, but he was too distracted. Gilgamesh was too used to the regular humans he normally chased out of his woods, he needed to pay more attention in future fights with parahumans, be ready when opportunities like that presented themselves. It wouldn't be long before he got a chance to put his new attitude and focus into practice, Peace was backing off slightly after the last flash of fire, but Singe had overextended himself, and he was still suffering from the hit Peace got in.
This time, Gilgamesh didn't hesitate. He elected to show Singe why he had been called Ricochet when he operated in the city, immediately using his power to leap forward and to the side of the fight, keeping about twenty feet away. The moment he landed, he'd already prepared his foot to leap directly towards Singe. The hotheaded parahuman had just enough time to notice and try to react at the last minute, but he was off balance from his last exchange with Peace, and slowed down by the strong hit to his midsection, so he wasn't able to get out of the way entirely, only to bring the very beginning of his flames up on his side. Gilgamesh wasn't aiming for his side, he extended his right leg toward Singe's knee and tried to reach as deeply into the well of his power as he possibly could as soon as he made contact. The resulting force was enough to stop his forward progress immediately, and he fell to the ground as Singe staggered, fell, and rolled several feet. Gilgamesh felt a minor pain from the impact with the ground, and a burn coming in on his right leg, but he had acted quickly enough that he'd avoided direct contact with the flames and it didn't feel that much worse than a sunburn. He also noted, with great satisfaction, the loud sickening crack that had coincided with his kick, and the scream Singe was now filling the air with.
Gil trusted Peace to silence the annoying man, and began thinking about what to do with him. The last time he was up to date on Singe's criminal career, he'd had a noticeable bounty on his head. The notion of turning him in to the government sickened Gil, as helping them in any way would, but he knew that Singe inspired anger in his fellow villains as well. Once he was out, Gil would inquire around town about the villainous group with the biggest grudge against him and see if they wouldn't be amenable to a... less official transaction. He decided to wait until Singe was definitely out cold to bring it up to Peace, just in case the prospect inspired last minute resistance in their enemy.
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 9:33 pm
As the invader scum fell with some rather sickening noises after Gil's kick to the knee. The poor, flaming man was thus pretty severely injured, but nonetheless was spraying flames all about himself in an attempt to shield himself from the defenders. His screams and the danger he posed to the environment and, ultimately, himself, drove Peace to conclude that he needed to be knocked out. When she saw a chance, she ducked under a plume of fire and socked him in the sternum again. He was still kicking after that one--probably due to adrenaline, she would have figured if she were aware of that sort of thing--but he was out after the next hit. With him out, she immediately set about extinguishing the fires in the area by dousing them in dirt and knocking down any tree branches that were catching.
Once everything had calmed down again, something had to be done with the dude. She had no idea who this guy was or why he'd come out there, but she had to conclude that he had a bone to pick with her or her claiming of the mountain. He may have also just wanted to pick a fight and they were nearby. There was no way, however, that he was after Gil, she concluded; if he were, he wouldn't have come to her neck of the woods. Regardless, he needed to be out of the area posthaste, and she didn't know what to do with him afterward. She looked to Gil, jabbed her thumb at Singe, and cocked one eyebrow inquisitively.
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Philipwn generated a random number between
75 and 150 ...
127!
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 10:28 pm
Gil looked up at Peace, smiled, and for reasons he didn't understand initially answered her in her own style of communication, rubbing his fingers together in the universal sign for money. Getting up, he explained that they could turn the man over to the people he was running from for a pretty substantial cash reward. Looking at Singe's prone form, Gil realized that the man was significantly too heavy for him to carry all the way into the city and turn him in. Plus, carrying an unconscious man around in the streets would very likely attract the attention of the local authorities, who Gil had no desire to be forced into an interaction with. This meant he would have to go get someone to bring him in. He figured it wouldn't be much of a problem given his reputation from his time in the city. The only problem he could foresee was if Singe woke up while he was gone. That problem, however, led to a solution for the reputation problem he'd been mulling over. Gil would ensure that Singe couldn't get away or hurt Peace while he was gone, and send a message that couldn't be ignored: Don't ******** with the Sons of b***h. Explaining where he would be going soon to Peace (verbally this time), he walked over to Singe and let loose with his power on the man's remaining knee and both elbows, hearing resounding crunches each time.
Once that was done and he had warned Peace to keep a moderate distance from him in case he woke up on fire, Gil leapt off to see some of his old contacts in New York about who would want Singe. It wound up being a pretty simple trip, one of his old employers apparently had a pretty strong grudge against Singe because of some sort of feud between the parahuman and one of the crime boss' lieutenants which had led to a lot of badly burned henchman and a few deaths. That same lieutenant and his new team brought a briefcase along and came to collect Singe.
When they arrived, Gilgamesh made sure to let Peace know who the men were and why they were there. He made sure to stress that they would be leaving soon. Having known this lieutenant during his time in the city, it struck Gilgamesh that looking at the ruined prone form of Singe was by far the happiest he'd ever seen him. He instructed some of his men to retrieve the body, and another to deliver the briefcase to Gilgamesh, who found it full of mid-value bills. Gilgamesh nodded at the man who'd given it to him, and started to divide up the money when he noticed another man handing one to Peace as well. Ah. Now there was the respect due the Sons of b***h. Gilgamesh satisfied himself with that and with the knowledge that when Singe was taken in with all his limbs broken and whatever damage Peace had done to his ribs, that respect should spread among those who heard about it. Or fear, at least and that was almost as good.
Mission: C-List Bounty- complete
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 10:47 pm
addendum to last post Naomi Tankou Forgot to quote in the last post, and didn't want to edit in case that re-rolled the random number. Anyway, my last post is the location of the actual criminal activity mentioned when I started the quest. Also, please let me know if I should make a separate post in New York about the trip there.
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Ergo War generated a random number between
75 and 150 ...
86!
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Posted: Fri May 12, 2017 11:01 pm
Peace didn't really understand the allure of money, but knew it was useful to have if she were to ever go on a visit to the city. She nodded to show understanding of Gil's instructions, but made sure to keep her shovel at the ready and a freshly dug mound of dirt ready in case the man woke up and she needed to put out some fires. His treatment of the unconscious Singe made her feel uneasy, particularly since the fighting had already effectively ended, but she told herself it was a way to preemptively end any conflict that might have happened when he woke up, his injuries notwithstanding.
She calmly stoked the campfire while she waited, and accepted the briefcase that was offered to her by one of the men Gil returned with. Only when he opened his did she realize these were actually payment for taking out the fiery dude. When she peered inside she immediately slammed the briefcase shut again. There had to be a mistake, she reasoned, or else they'd just taken out some big shot from some organization. She had no idea what the implications were, but given the politeness and sense of decorum Gil's acquaintances displayed, she figured they couldn't have been bad guys. After all, they were here on invitation only and were taking away someone who was causing trouble. At the very least, the flame man wouldn't be actively jeopardizing anyone if they were containing him.
She had convinced herself. The invader had clearly been antagonistic toward her and her cohort, and these fellows were taking him away. They had to be in the right here, and if the villain needed some treatment by a doctor, so be it. She raised the briefcase in a mock toast to the visitors as they retreated.
It had been a long day. She at least needed a nap, so after a good stretch and another chunk of bear meat, she retrieved the pelt and her backpack and climbed down into the hole she was using to sleep. She waved good night to Gil as she settled in under the wood planks she'd placed above the pit for insulation. If it rained too hard, she'd just have to wake up before she drowned. She was too tired to deal with making a new sleeping spot.
C-List Bounty: Complete.
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2017 9:47 pm
Gilgamesh felt a sense of accomplishment. He'd made great strides today, in the use of his power, and in ensuring his reputation grew, and that of the Sons of b***h remained as high as it deserved to be. While Gil enjoyed Peace's company, he was getting hungry and wasn't sure he wanted to eat bear again. Besides, Gilgamesh was meant to be a king, the greatest king. Is he spent too much time here, people might see him as subservient to Peace. After all, it was her name being carved into the mountainside. He'd have to see about doing something similar in his own territory. First though, food. Saying a brief goodbye to Peace, he headed off. As he started to leap towards town and the steak dinner he planned on, he noted that the pain in his back and on his leg was getting worse. Maybe it was a bit worse than a sunburn. He remembered seeing Peace bandaged up. It was probably a good idea for him to get the supplies and acquire the knowledge for that as well. He'd look into that while he was in town.
A short shopping trip and one class later, and Gil was treating his leg for burns. His back wasn't as much of an issue, just minor bruising from when he fell. When he finished, he made his way to the best steakhouse he could find on short notice, and celebrated his accomplishments in the best way possible (at least until he turned 21). After eating far too much, he paid his bill and made his way back into his territory of the outlands of New York. His lands weren't as mountainous as the area Peace had claimed, or at least there weren't as many sheer cliff faces. He'd chosen it specifically for its large amount of tree cover, and relatively higher concentration of deciduous trees in particular. It gave him more surfaces to jump off of, making him less predictable in a fight. It was a bit of a problem now, though, because it meant he didn't have much to work with in the vein of monument construction. To start with, he'd mark all the trees on the edges of his territory with the symbol of the Sons of b***h, and his own tag: a stylized version of his own face wearing his enormous hat. He could use the time working on that to brainstorm ideas for a larger and more imposing monument to his greatness. Something worthy of him.
knife, first aid kit, taser bought
first aid kit -1 use
tree marking: 78% complete
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