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Post by wolfsbane on Apr 1, 2008 15:04:13 GMT -5
Wolfsbane had been given a standard cot at a small enclosed space in the barracks. He settled in rather quickly, considering he didn't have much to unpack... one of the quirks of being a constant traveler. It seemed like for now, he was going to be staying here for a while. He made his space as comfortable as possible. He sat on his cot for a full five minutes before standing up in exasperation. He was sinfully impatient, and doing nothing for more than a couple of minutes unsettled him. Wolfsbane walked outside of the barracks, looking for something to do.
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Post by Linx Exotic on Apr 1, 2008 15:10:19 GMT -5
Having just finished resharpening some of his blades and points, Linx headed back to the fort in full battle gear. Once he made it through the inner gates, he stopped looking out of place with his figure-hugging steel breastplate, black riveted shirt, and pants laden with spare ammunition pouches partially concealed behind what could only be described as a dull black trenchcoat, even if this was actually a rarity then. With his collar up and diamond-spiked gloves over his paws, he looked ready to get some killing done. The ebony-furnished repeater on his back didn't help matters.
In truth, he was just looking to head back to the barracks and store away some valuables he had on with his combat garb. The mouse didn't expect to find the oddest variety of squirrel he'd ever seen just standing in front of the barracks and looking like he was lost. Hopefully, he wasn't... Since Linx could never give good directions. His greeting came out low and menacing, even if it wasn't even intended to be. "...Hello."
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Post by wolfsbane on Apr 2, 2008 13:19:14 GMT -5
Having been in many difficult and dangerous situations, nothing really startled Wolfsbane anymore... but what he heard sounded an awful lot like a vermin. If he had taken the time to actually think it out, he would've wondered how a vermin could sneak into such a fortified place as the Otter's Fort without being noticed. Or why a vermin would bother saying "hello" before killing him. However, instinct controlled his next moves and overrode his thought processes.
Wolfsbane's paws reached for his long knives, and in a single movement, he pulled out the knives and turned around, aiming for where he hoped was the head of the "vermin." However, he stopped himself before the knives hit the heavily armored mouse's neck... specifically his jugular. Wolfsbane quickly removed the startled look on his face and replaced it with an apologetic one. He sheathed his knives and bowed his head in apology.
"My humblest apologies, stranger. Your voice startled me, and my instincts controlled my actions. I beg for forgiveness."
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Post by Linx Exotic on Apr 2, 2008 14:34:32 GMT -5
Linx had his paw at about neck level when Wolfsbane faltered. He did the same, relaxing his stance as he listened to the squirrel speak. It was a good idea to be wary, even if it did result in some awkward moments once in a while. Hopefully, though, he'd eventually learn to recognize the mouse's voice, because when he startled beasts and they reacted violently, he had a tendency to follow suit. "It's fine, it's fine... I had a move coming up to block those anyway. But next time you do that to an officer, expect your neck to be in jeopardy."
It looked like he'd done nothing but deepen the awkwardness of the squirrel's situation. This wasn't actually lost on Linx, but he continued like it didn't even matter. "Yes, I'm an officer... Call me Linx, I'm Otter's Fort's Master of Weaponry. Well, correction, I don't care what you call me so long as it isn't 'target'." Humor wasn't lost on him, either. There was nothing to help patch up a wounded situation like some smiles.
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Post by wolfsbane on Apr 2, 2008 15:15:00 GMT -5
Wolfsbane let out an inward sigh of relief. He was new to Otter's Fort, and killing an Officer would not have been the best way to break the ice here. He was glad that this officer seemed to have a sense of humor, which showed he was relatively sane. Wolfsbane had met many warriors and former warriors with battle sickness... an unsettling disease that seemed to affect their minds. The effects of the sickness ranged. Some beasts seemed to just recoil at certain sounds, while others became complete vegetables.
Subconciously, Wolfsbane sized up Linx. Although Linx had some strange contraptions on, he still had the hardened eyes of a warrior.
"Linx, is there something I could do to help out here? I nerves me to sit still."
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Post by Linx Exotic on Apr 2, 2008 15:21:07 GMT -5
"To help out. Too good for training now, huh?" This was possibly the worst question Linx could be asked that didn't have to do with his personal life. He put his paws on his hips and gave Wolfsbane an exasperated stare. Not only did he have to pick apart this squirrel's accent whenever he opened his mouth, but now he'd be... What... Asking for something to do all the time?
This wasn't something the mouse found good to ask, which he voiced to give Wolfsbane some needed warning. Asking for activity was like asking for incarceration. "But to help out. I'm assuming you're an enlisted warrior because you're coming out of the barracks." Linx was a warrior, inventor and businessman all in one. Now he was being a thinker. What next?... "If I were practically any other officer, you know what I'd do? I'd grab you by the scruff of your neck and drag you up onto the ramparts. However... I'm not any other officer. Since I don't even know your name, I know you're pretty new here, and chances are you have some equipment to get acquainted with. The armory is unlocked."
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Post by wolfsbane on Apr 3, 2008 15:01:00 GMT -5
When Linx started talking, Wolfsbane's eyes hardened. He hadn't survived a massacre just to be talken to like a vermin. This Linx was talking to him like he was a new recruit. Wolfsbane was far from it. Even though he hadn't reached full adulthood, he had been in more battles and fights than some of the veterans. He had helped defend Redwall and Mossflower against traveling vermins, and had helped the Badger Lord of Salamandastron and his perilous Long Patrol against vermin searat.
However, Wolfsbane's anger quickly subsided when he realized that this officer didn't know that. To him, Wolfsbane was just another eager recruit looking for action or a place to stay. Wolfsbane was also unused to the heirarchy and established authority of Otter's Fort. Wolfsbane quickly forgot these thoughts when he heard the words equipment and armory.
"My name is Wolfsbane Treeflyer. I'm from far up North. You mentioned an armory? "
Wolfsbane was indeed a warrior. He thought of weapons before even food.
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Post by Linx Exotic on Apr 3, 2008 16:45:52 GMT -5
"Well, that's a really exciting name, Wolfsbane," Linx murmured, scratching the back of his neck idly as he glanced over to the barracks. He had no idea how much experience this beast had, but when it came to the new weapons, it didn't even matter. Talent did, but there was no way to figure that out from just standing there. Plenty of old warriors simply couldn't adapt to the new repeaters, and plenty of green recruits picked them up and didn't even need to be told how to use them. It was because of this that the mouse decided to treat Wolfsbane impartially; he simply didn't know how the squirrel would do with new weapons yet. "I did mention an armory, yes, the one built onto the side of the barracks... Yeah, the one sticking out into the training ground. I'm guessing you haven't paid it a visit yet... I suggest you do so now."
Linx didn't bother to wait for a response before continuing. He hadn't asked a question and didn't need to be replied to in order to know that he was being acknowledged. Hopefully, Wolfsbane wouldn't take offense, but if he did, it didn't matter. The officer was treating him just like anyone else would; all experience was, again, voided. "I know it's unlocked, but I'll follow you over. Chances are, you'll have no idea what the contraptions that have replaced bows and crossbows even are."
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Post by wolfsbane on Apr 4, 2008 13:21:47 GMT -5
"Thank you sah. I gave myself that name to remind myself that I must rid this world of all wolves. They're a deadly and evil lot. As long as I live, I will be the Bane of all Wolves. "
Wolfsbane was surprised... to him crossbows were deadly weapons... albeit he preferred a longbow due to its range and accuracy. Nonetheless, this mouse obviously knew what he was talking about. If there were new weapons and "contraptions" that were even better than his weapons, he would have to re-train himself and get used to it.
Without another word, Wolfsbane followed Linx to the armory.
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Post by Linx Exotic on Apr 5, 2008 14:01:47 GMT -5
"Bane of all Wolves... I don't care about species that much. What I do care about is if someone wants to kill me or anyone who I doubt deserves it, or if they don't." Having made his point, Linx swung open the heavy armory door. The steel-shuttered windows that had given Linx the idea for his own house were wide open and the room was already flooded with natural light; bolt repeaters stretched down the entire room on either side in a pair of tightly packed rows, each on its stock and in a close-fitting nook in the wall. Above them were a variety of swords, repeater rifles, fire throwers and fire breathers. It appeared that the ammunition crates were all down at the end.
The mouse stepped into the room casually, beckoning for Wolfsbane to follow while turning to backpedal and picking up the nearest repeater. "OK, I love this one's shoulder strap... This is a bolt repeater, by the way. The thing that succeeded the crossbow here."
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Post by wolfsbane on Apr 5, 2008 14:48:20 GMT -5
OoC: Could you describe how the bolt repeaters look like? Do they look like crossbows or guns with bolts as ammunition?
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Post by Linx Exotic on Apr 5, 2008 14:55:15 GMT -5
OOC: My signature has a picture of one. It looks pretty much like a combat shotgun, except the foregrip cocks back a powerful coil spring which is the sole source of propulsion for the bolt. Try not to do OOC-only posts, though.
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Post by wolfsbane on Apr 6, 2008 11:50:01 GMT -5
Wolfsbane looked at the bolt repeater's curious strap. It was kind of like two belts that criscrossed, and was held together by a buckle in the middle, which could be pressed for a quick release. Wolfsbane tried it on for size, and saw that it was perfect for him. The bolt repeater perfectly balanced him out, so that he would have no problem flying with it.
"Tis a curious weapon, this bolt repeater... How in bluffering seasons did you invent this and how does it work? I mean... this looks like a geat weapon and all, but too confusing for me to use."
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Post by Linx Exotic on Apr 6, 2008 11:53:14 GMT -5
"It's only confusing if you take it apart," Linx pointed out with one of his grins. "It's actually pretty simple..." He picked up another one to demonstrate, cocking and then firing it even though it wasn't loaded. "That's the basic function. There's a little more to it than that, but you can do that ten times before you have to swap out the magazine for a full one."
OOC: Sorry, short.
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Post by wolfsbane on Apr 6, 2008 13:42:38 GMT -5
Wolfsbane's eyes widened.
"Ye mean I can shoot ten crossbow bolts without reloading?! Great seasons! THese weapons will change the face of warfare! I would hate to see vermin hordes with these kinds of weapons."
Wolfsbane ran is hands over the weapon trying to get a grasp for it.
"What's the range on these?"
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