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Post by Linx Exotic on Jan 18, 2008 15:31:43 GMT -5
It occurred to Linx as he mechanically took his CAR off his shoulder and unfolded its stock that he had always used the same, plain steel and aluminum casing. No chrome, no colors, not even matte black paint for darkened situations like these. All this time had passed with it in use and it was still treated like a prototype weapon that would only see full-scale production in the distant future... Which may have been near the truth. There was no way to effectively silence a CAR's signature noise it produced on firing, but if they were spotted and he was forced to use his weapon that really wouldn't matter. What mattered was how well and how fast he could respond... Stop thinking about combat and just get in combat mode, you moron. In fact, stop thinking. You're around Finnerator!(!!)
After very, very slowly cocking his CAR and making sure the weapon was set to semi, Linx nodded to Finnerator in a silent affirmative. He could fare well enough in these situations so long as he didn't step back to think about what it was he was doing and instead just did it. But he was thinking about it, heavily, mainly because of Finnerator(!!!)'s presence. The mouse wasn't exactly nervous, just... Tense. Figures of authority never represented a good thing to him.
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Post by Aldar and Ellich on Jan 18, 2008 15:52:47 GMT -5
Aldar got ready. Started to creep forward ever closer to the campfire. Aldar pulled out his bolt repeater, and after he made sure everything was working properly started walking again. "Wow its getting silent." Aldar thought "Its as if the whole world has stopped.
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Post by Captain Fishrudder on Jan 25, 2008 20:21:35 GMT -5
Aldar **Fishrudder hissed, he motioned to Aldar to come around to the right. The river otter takes the bolt repeater off of the strap and carried it in his arms, now what to do? He asked himself as he headed around to the right side of the camp**
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Jan 26, 2008 17:40:06 GMT -5
*Finnerator's paw drifted to the hilt of her dirk, reassuring herself that it was ready to be pulled out a moment's notice. She then shrugged her longbow off of her shoulder and into her left paw and drew an arrow from the quiver with her right paw. With the arrow on the string and pointing downward towards the ground, she advanced through the woods towards the left, motioning for Linx to follow with a nod of her head*
*The sea otter was never trained in stealth, but she had gone on enough scouting missions in her day to have learned how to tread softly in a forest. She stepped lightly through the underbrush, trying to avoid twigs that might snap underfoot and bretray their prescence to anybeast around them. Finnerator took her time, placing each foot carefully and listening to the woods around her for any signs of danger*
*After a few minutes, the otter thought she heard the low hum of conversation. Within a few more steps she was sure of it. The sound seemed to be coming from just ahead of them and a little to the right. Still creeping carefully, the otter followed the sound until she could see a small campfire through the trees ahead of her. Circled around the fire was a motley crew of seven vermin*
*Finnerator looked back to Linx and pointed wordlessly at the band of vermin. She crept a little closer to get a better look at the group, just within hearing range of their conversation. So far all she knew was that these were vermin and, judging from the variety of weapons they carried, that they were looking for trouble. Now the four from Otter's Fort had to learn enough about them to find a way to get these vermin out of Mossflower*
(OOC: All the vermin are NPC's so do what you want with them. I figure it would be a loose gang who have been attacking travelers and/or looting small houses.)
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Post by Linx Exotic on Feb 21, 2008 20:36:38 GMT -5
Linx wasn't going to bother like strategy like that when he had firepower. Tactics were all well and good, but when you could eliminate an entire thirty vermin without even having to reload, they were far from needed. He looked at Finnerator expectantly, waiting for a command to fire or... Something.
After a short while he realized that such an order wasn't going to be given. After spending a moment staring at Finnerator incredulously, he looked back along his sights and trained them on the nearest vermin.
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