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Post by LaxKnight on Jul 1, 2023 3:03:26 GMT -5
Otis was lost in thought as he rounded back toward the gate. His mind was on the late farmer. He didn't know him personally, and perhaps he did deserve the unceremonious death. However, he couldn't help but think... what if he did know him? What if it was a murder instead of a execution? Or if it was one of his brothers? What would he do? Would he try and save them? Stand up for them? Shoot the guards? But they were his comrades following orders just like him, right?
He was shaken out of his thoughts when the noise ahead caused him to look up. Before him was a trooper, something that looked like a trooper, and a... obvious mutant bartering between themselves. These people are his comrades. He wouldn't be surprised if they weren't even from this planet or system either. He couldn't help but feel uneasy about his new allies. His dirt brown eyes looked down to the blood soaked spot of gravel. He couldn't say if things seemed crueler but they were certainly more bizarre. Or, perhaps he was just thinking too much. Perhaps he might be judging them too harshly or he was missing something. He looked back at the group again then decided it was probably best to keep his distance for now. He wasn't interested in buying anything anyway, especially on guard duty. Someone's gotta do their job. With autogun in hand he turn to face outward toward the outskirts to see the train of people going in and out of the city and the fields around them. Some ground was churned from old attacks and more shanties keep popping up, but there were still some spots growing crops.
It was pretty nice out today.
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Post by quoth on Jul 1, 2023 7:58:37 GMT -5
“What do you accept as payment?” Jex whispers, eying the selection of pistols with much more interest. A sidearm would be a solid addition to her kit. She looks over the selection of laspistols, trying to see if there’s one that takes the same model power cell as her lasgun.
Out of the corner of her eye she notes the approach of a new person. This wall is getting crowded. She notes that he’s getting close to the tripwire she rigged to the smoke grenade, and is apparently looking at the fields outside, not at the walkway. Hm. To warn him she’d need to go over there, she can’t shout.
Oh well, as the Rift wills, it will be.
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Post by cyg on Jul 11, 2023 16:48:12 GMT -5
Wretch grinned as the two he had been talking to, now seeing they were taking his offer. He did glance over at the new comer, but they looked too out of their head to buy anything.
“Well I’m a reasonable man, I’m all for the barter system. So what do ya got?” He asked, grinning as he held the las pistols. “These are gonna be a bit more, I’ll say.”
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Post by hobbsy on Jul 14, 2023 1:44:22 GMT -5
Cadia notices the new comer and stares for a moment. Something about him seemed familiar, had she seen him before? Her attention is quickly returned to the salesman as he suggests bartering. Reaching into her smock pockets, she rummages around and eventually produces a handful of assorted buttons.
They're nice buttons. Very shiny buttons. From a lot of different uniforms, cloths and bags. But all together practically worthless. Cadia, putting on a wide eye oblivious look, offers the handful of buttons towards Wretch.
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Post by quoth on Jul 14, 2023 8:37:55 GMT -5
Bryar digs through her pockets as well, coming up similarly short. She spent most of her valuables trading for more grenades, and she obviously wasn’t going to trade those.
She comes up with a spare pair of bootlaces, a half-empty pack of lho sticks, and a metro card from before the invasion. “Not much of value,” she murmurs. “Don’t suppose you’d trade on credit?” She offers with a wry grimace that probably was supposed to be a grin.
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Post by cyg on Jul 23, 2023 19:44:44 GMT -5
With a grimace, Wretch looked at the paltry offers. A louse couple buttons and some smokes? He chewed the inside of his cheek, nearly swore as a new fang bite in, then looked at the two.
“That’s it? Look if I wanted scraps I could dove into any rubble pile.” He said, starting to take the weapons back. “What else you got? Info? Favors you can call in? Warp I’ll take credit but only if you convince me you're good for it,” He didn’t want to drive too much, but he needed something, everything could be sold if you knew the right ear.
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Post by hobbsy on Jul 25, 2023 23:07:59 GMT -5
Cadia thought for a moment before suddenly lighting up. "Oh! I can do this." she replies as she picks up one of the empty pistols Wretch was pulling away. Before anyone can react Cadia aims the clearly unloaded pistol down the left of the wall and, defying reality itself, fires.
The shot passes past the front of Otis and hits the wall to his side, leaving a mark where it hit. Placing the weapon down, Cadia looks up with a big toothy grim. "So what is that worth?".
[Cadia used her Psyker power 'Manifest destiny' and got a 3.]
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Post by LaxKnight on Jul 27, 2023 22:02:26 GMT -5
There was nothing really worth noting out there and no one seemed uppity in the line streaming into the city. In fact, the only real chaos going on was the shady deal going on near Otis. Well, he assumed it was shady given the people in it and they were talking about weapons and bartering on top of a wall of all places. It seemed about time to move on, but now that he thought about it he wasn't quite sure if having a trade deal like this was allowed. What if they get attacked after all? It'd just get in the way, probably. He was considering turning to ask them about it when a crack hit his ears and a red beam passed by his eyes.
It took a second or two for Otis to realize he just got shot at but the moment he did he instantly ducked, his weapon up and ready. Were they being attacked?! He looked to the barter group and yelled, "Where'd that come from?! I was shot at!"
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Post by quoth on Sept 29, 2023 8:47:03 GMT -5
Jex starts to reach for her sack of grenades to see if she has any she’d be willing to part with when the crazy lady starts shooting. She scrambles backwards, away from the gunshot. Her default expression of wide-eyed paranoia somehow manages to get more wide-eyed and more fearful, her gaze locked onto the trigger-happy stranger.
“N-neat trick…” Bryar puts her thumb through the ring pin of a grenade on her webbing, just in case. “Not sure how you could market it, though.”
She gives a wheezy cough, her throat aching from talking this much.
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