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 Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 2:26 pm
"Bit far from a blood bank." Shrugged and replied with a similar jokey grin, "Besides the lab that was working on the blood transfusion robot was on the floor you crushed."
"Anyway Allen, spread your wings and hold still."
If Allen complied the Medibot would fly over and go through the process of applying N4 Stitchless sealant. First an arm deployed and delivered a quick injection of pain-suppressant/adrenal solution, give Allen a boost and make the procedure easier. Small arms would comb his wings for remaining metal and stone as quickly as it could. The robot would then go with a clamp like apendage closing wounds and sealing them with stitchless sealant.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 2:32 pm
Allen would indeed spread his wings as asked, and once they were patched up, he would give them a few experimental flaps. It'd hurt to fly, but he also wouldn't be bleeding anytime soon. Which meant it was now time for the next order of business. Their main goal.
"Alright now. If anyone else needs healing, go ahead and get it. Beyond that, I'm looking for volunteers to go out and try and find more answers. I'm hoping for at least a group of three fighters, including me, though more would be acceptable. I'm also taking suggestions for a destination. But sitting around here won't do anything."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 2:41 pm
Mozz laughed at Joseph’s comment, “Maybe you should put some of that research money into better construction. Then at least it wouldn’t be so easy.”
“I’m ready to head out again, count me in.” Mozz had a grin on his face and a determined look , he wanted to get the ball rolling badly. “As for suggestions, does anyone know where the second explosion came from an hour ago?”
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 2:50 pm
 "Hrmm..." She fumbled around in her purse for a moment, before pulling out a laptop. "There wouldn't happen to be any offices in this house, would there?" She queried Joseph. It made her more comfortable to work in a place that resembled an office at least. Once the laptop was out, she took and wrapped her hair in a plastic band so that all the hair was away from her face and put on her glasses that took her back to resembling the far more studious secretary she'd once been.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 2:50 pm
"Uh, I figure I'm just gonna go explore the city somewhat. Whatever the next big thing is, it's happening in the Palace, if you guys want to go that way."
Lah was getting back to the group's initial objective, namely, investigation. Which might've been better served at the point of interest that had drawn everyone else in, but he didn't want to go that way. Things were bound to start exploding again.
So, onward elsewhere. He'd leave Kael with Joseph, or if the swordsman wanted to come with him, then he could come with. Lah was just off to do some investigating.
Of a mundane sort.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 2:54 pm
"Yeah, from what I gathered this house pretty much has it all without being indefensibly big." He shrugged, "At least that's what the robots are telling me."
He was getting constant progress updates on his wrist.
"We should be able to hijack all their phone and internet soon, though it's likely down considering... Ummm... The city."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 2:54 pm
Well. One volunteer. How...nice. That was going to be utterly useless. As things were, Allen supposed that instead it would be better to split up, especially as he was patched up now.
"Alright. With only one person willing to head out, it probably would be better if we split up. Your orders are to investigate, not to engage. If you run into anyone who isn't from Bryant, retreat, or if you can't call for back-up. we will not be fighting alone here.
I'll be heading back in the direction of the temple. Anyone else, be sure to report what direction you're heading towards, as well as anything interesting that you see."
And with that Allen would grab one of the communication devices, to use instead of his cell, and start walking out of their base and down the street, back the way they had come.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 3:01 pm
"Hey, there's no temple! Just a Park! Remember that!"
And Lah kept walking, almost to his exit post.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 3:02 pm
"Hey, mech-guy."
Kael was bad with names, if no one had noticed already. In this case, he was addressing none other than Joseph Brown, who's name he actually did remember. Not that it'd stop him from tossing up nicknames at the drop of a hat.
"How long does that morphine shot from your toaster oven last, and what's the plan?"
Stopping off to the side, he wasn't really doing much of anything, but his body language was broadcasting irritation. Grinding his toe, one hand on his hip, jaw tight. Just about everything in this city had seemed to be conspiring to ruin his day, and now something was up at that palace. Whatever it was, he wanted away from it and out of here.
"I wanna get on the road before my leg turns to mush again, get some stuff done."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 3:05 pm
"Should last until it's decently healed. It's pretty effective stuff. Not the most effective stuff my toaster has, but good enough." He shrugged.
"I'll stay with the base, the robots can't exactly defend themselves. Maybe I'll order something else for help if things get hairy."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 3:05 pm
“Alright then Allen I’ll head to the Palace, Lah said something was happening there and I’m a might curious. I’ve given my contact info to anyone who’s asked, I’ll report in when I find anything. “ He smiled and placed a hand on his chest. “Protect”
Mold covered Mozz’s entire body branching off from the cuts and scrapes he had already covered in lichen bandages. This would give Mozz a little extra protection on his way to the Domes; even if he couldn’t be hurt in a unity field padding would make the pain a little less intense.
“Anyone want to come with me? I don’t mind company.” He smiled as he squeezed his right fist. 2 inch thorns starting growing around his mold armor spiking it. He didn’t so much look like a person now, but some weird kind of plant monster the same shape and build as Martian Crotez.
“If so lets go!”
--- Palace dome
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 3:08 pm
Sam looked up at her 'patient' and smiled before deciding to put the laptop away. Honestly, Joseph had things under control here, and she was getting antzy herself. Bryant still hadn't shown up and things were blowing up left and right. "Hey cowboy. Want to join me? I think I can have a bit more fun before I actually do get shot." She wasn't expecting to get out of this unscathed, that would border on miraculous. But she'd come for answers, damnit, and she'd get some. She looked over at Martian, and resisted the urge to shudder. "Like he said, the palace maybe."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 3:11 pm
Nothing much else to do here, unless he wanted to reverse direction, change his mind, and go to the palace with everyone else. Which wasn't something he wanted to do. So.
He headed northeast, or something like that.
Exeunt to the Echo Woods.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 3:14 pm
superpsyco77 ((Sorry about vanishing, my internet up and died on me and I just got it going again.)) Gas? oh that couldn't be good...the smell of gas never meant anything good. However the though of whatever had once been cooking bursting into flame and causing the whole house to go up was a rather startling thought, so Raymond would have to chance it. Entering inside the kitchen with caution, making sure to leave the door open he approached the stove, taking one hand off the gun in order to reach for the switch or knob that marked the 'on' position for the stove. This knob or switch he would flip or turn, turning off the heat, hopefully before whatever had once been cooking caught fire. By now it had become hard to breathe, and without so much as a second thought Raymond retreated back out the door he had entered, leaving it open. Had nothing exploded, caught fire or otherwise gone wrong Raymond would proceed up the stairs from which water so freely flowed.
((You're lucky I decided to not blow up the house, since it'd be too unfair.))
Luckily for him, the simple act of turning the stove off didn't trigger the gas explosion and the oven was turned off safely.
As he'd walk up the stairs, he'd come across a puddle of water that was leaking out from one of the rooms upstairs. Third door down, on the right.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 3:15 pm
He glanced at the people leaving, and shrugged it off.
Instead, he had his partner from back before talking to him, and posing quite a bit of sense. He nodded to her, and turned off the angst and on the daring-do. It was his natural reaction for this;
It was go time.
"Well, ev'body, I'm gonna go head off and check some of the landmarks we haven't already made a stop by," he put a hand up, scratching at the back of his neck. Other people were leaving, off on their own and... honestly, as far as he could tell all order had degraded.
"...and keep the radio open to see if we can't pick up where Bryant got off to. I could probably use a hand or two, but I'd like to make quick time and cover as much ground as we can-" he flashed a grin, lifting up his right leg and thumping his heel against the ground twice.
"Put this baby to use."
He'd go to the door, but instead of leaving he'd simply step to the side out of it, and crouch down to start buckling his gauntlets and greaves tight. They already were of course, but it was just a habit to check them as long as he was sitting still and waiting on something.
Kael was antsy and agitated, but his was more the type to try and solve that by putting his energy to productive use if he could rather than moping and complaining.
Complaining could easily be done while working, and moping was just boring and agitating- best left for if there was nothing else that could possibly be done.
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