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discedo_logs2008-04-18 07:43 am
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Who: Howl Jenkins and Ashelin Praxis
Where: The Weapons shop
When: Sometime after this
Rating:Pg-13ish, probably a little more for language, if they hold true.
Summary: Jenkin's has woken up in destroyed, post-apocalyptic hell. Ashe wants a new gun.
the log:
Ashelin had been spending the few days since her arrival exploring; as far as she was concerned, reconnaissance was more important than anything else right now. But her blaster was running low on charge and she had been meaning to go see the weapon shop. She hadn't really thought to go alone; she was quick enough to get out of trouble when it came calling, dangerous enough to deal with it, but scuttlebutt said that the shop was on the edges of the town, and she wasn't stupid.
She slowed her advance and kept her gun out at the ready, listening for the dogs. They weren't as bad as some, but packs of anything were deadly. She didn't call out; it would let the new guy know where she was, but it would also let anything else know, too.
Fools didn’t rush in. Dead fools rushed in.
Where: The Weapons shop
When: Sometime after this
Rating:Pg-13ish, probably a little more for language, if they hold true.
Summary: Jenkin's has woken up in destroyed, post-apocalyptic hell. Ashe wants a new gun.
the log:
Ashelin had been spending the few days since her arrival exploring; as far as she was concerned, reconnaissance was more important than anything else right now. But her blaster was running low on charge and she had been meaning to go see the weapon shop. She hadn't really thought to go alone; she was quick enough to get out of trouble when it came calling, dangerous enough to deal with it, but scuttlebutt said that the shop was on the edges of the town, and she wasn't stupid.
She slowed her advance and kept her gun out at the ready, listening for the dogs. They weren't as bad as some, but packs of anything were deadly. She didn't call out; it would let the new guy know where she was, but it would also let anything else know, too.
Fools didn’t rush in. Dead fools rushed in.