Logfile from M3
[insert lots of radiospam here]
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste, happily: "I /love/ it when people use the phrase 'plague carriers'. Please continue with your train of thought, sir."
[Radio: (F) Public] Rain Turtle transmits, "Ah don't see no train nowhere..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Oh, you can't see it. It's in his head."
[Radio: (F) Public] Rain Turtle transmits, "Who's head?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Bit transmits, "Tell me then, what do you fight for? To day I am fighting for the civilians of the Maverick Empire."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "The gentleman who was speaking about plague carriers, of course."
[Radio: (F) Public] Rain Turtle transmits, "Ye've gone and confused mah laddy"
[Radio: (F) Public] Job transmits, "What is it about
plauge and
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste, still happily: "Oh, it's just, you know, the cradle of modern civilization and all. Best place for plague."
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... just say he ... ... lot of plagues ... ... ... his resume.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... Sasha. ... fun?
[Radio] Transmission detected: Oh. ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... I ... ... couldn't ... the ... ... ... ... put on the charges."
[Radio: (F) Public] Job transmits, "Very good point there."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Of course it's a good point."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "I would know."
Your desc has been changed to 'Avholdt'.
You enter the
The noise of the rest of the city subsides as the Park district unfolds before you. Consisting of numerous zoos and a plethora of protected woods, this is where technology and nature meet as one. Most beautiful and inspiring of all are the parks built onto massive blocked platforms, where the roots can be seen growing from beneath when viewed from below. Songbirds and small woodland animals frolic through the woods, and those with enough money can even live here, though the majority of them work for the city zoos and animal control systems.
Contents: Contents:
North
<N>:
East
<E>:
Ayla Ericson arrives from the
Ayla Ericson has arrived.
[Radio] Transmission detected: Why our hair? ... ... ... white normally.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... taken.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... o' blood....... /
[Radio] Transmission detected: Maybe he's jealous that he ... ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: I ... hold ... ... as ... I'm not sure if ... be fair of ... ... mess with ... ... Well ... ... lot ... robots ... have hair ... ... ... ... I ... Whereas ... ... ... humans have ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ; ... with a yawn ... ... ... short ... Rain's ... With ... voice of concern he ... "What's ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... looks to be a ... ... by the Hunters. I will ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: Didn't ... see the GNN laddy?
[Radio] Transmission detected: Acknowledged...lots ... Any further information? ... where ... coming ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: No ... ... but it's ... over me armor
[Radio] Transmission detected: :-groans-. ... ... didn't ... ... ... ... they're in ... ... ... Irregular Overlords. ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: No... No ... ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: I shall ... if you ask me ...
[Radio] Transmission detected: And maybe make an ... ... piggy-treats in return for ... help.
[Radio] Transmission detected: ... coming from ... sort of storage facility uphill ... as the ... showed. I'd imagine the place ... ... a reploid production ... or a parts factory.
[Radio] Transmission detected: I'm ... ... can find some ... ... ... over.
[Radio] Transmission detected: You smooth talker ... I'll be ... ... ... ... the ... arrives.
[Radio] Frequency Cracked! +setintercept to save it.
[Radio] Transmission detected: I ... that ... ... ... ... I intend to ... ... be safe ... we do so?
Cracked Frequency is saved.
[Radio: (F) Public] Gauge transmits, "Huh. And here I thought the Masters and the Overlords would be buddies or something."
[Radio: (F) Public] Simian Monk transmits, "Then you were misguided I'm afraid."
[Radio: (F) Public] Gauge transmits, "Yeah, it seems that way."
[Radio: (F) Public] iLuz transmits, "As if. Losers can't even spell 'suck' right."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "It's a dialect, so technically it's correct."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Didn't you read that book by that Robot Master?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Simian Monk transmits, "And you weren't exactly invited to come into here were you?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Gauge transmits, "It's a dialect the way ebonics was. I can't believe it's lasted as long as it has, honestly."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "I beg your pardon?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Mm, well. The subculture has thrived, perhaps unfortunately."
[Radio: (F) Public] iLuz transmits, "...No, I didn't."
[more unimportant radio spam]
"Was it you who spoke the words that
Things would happen, but not to me,
Things are gonna happen naturally..." o/`
In a nice, happy, sunny, grassy, peaceful part of the park, a certain Fool leans against a tree, playing his guitar. Though there are others in the park, he has attracted no crowd, and is thus blissfully alone. Looks almost as though he prefers it that way at the moment, though. He's singing, happily, but with a tinge of... quiet remorse, maybe. Singing just to sing, it would appear. He does that.
Ayla Ericson wanders down one of the many paths of the
"Oh, takin' your advice, and I'm
Lookin' on the bright side and
Balancin' the whole thing... " o/`
Coincidence. What a wonderful thing coincidence is! So handy, so convenient. If you were to ask Feste, he'd probably tag it one of the Lord's tender mercies, just because.
He continues singing, eyes closed. "Oh, but in oftentimes those words get tangled up in the lines, and the bright light turns to night, oh, until the dawn it brings, another day to sing about the magic that was... you and me..." o/`
He stops, abruptly, without warning. So much radio chatter! It's annoying, it is. Even if he gets paid for it. Sighing, he stops playing completely to turn it off and try to find his momentum again.
You deactivate your radio.
You deactivate your radio intercept ability.
Ayla Ericson pauses in the middle of the walkway as she picks up some faint singing. "Doesn't that sound like that voice from a few weeks back? Mind you, that was kind of garbled and we aren't right by the current singer..."
The Fool shakes his head. Damn radio. Damn job. Damn Interpol. Damn -everything-. If only it were all gone, then everything would be so much simpler. Just... simpler.
No, no, must not go that route; it leads to sadness and angst and WOE WOE WOE. It's not fun. Feste sighs again, and fidgets with the tuning of one of his guitar strings. He plucks it experimentally a few times, to check its tone... ah. There. That'll work. He resumes singing.
"'Cause you and I both loved...
What you and I spoke of
And other just dreamed of
Others only read of... of... the love, oh the love that I love... o/`
"Bah." The last word is spoken, of course.
"Want to go find that musician?" the Swedish girl asks the little 'bot, which chirps a positive reply. "I think he's just down this path a bit more. I don't know how to start a conversation yet, outside of 'hello' and 'how are you' and stuff."
"Bah," repeats the musician. "Bah."
He stands there against his tree, having stopped playing again, and stares at his hands. A guitar pick is lodged firmly between two of his fingers, but other wise they are empty, fingers spead slightly apart. These hands of his. One is real, and one is not.
His gaze shifts to the ground, and slowly, he starts playing again. Odd, that. Maybe he's just a sucky musician. Who knows?
o/` "See, I'm all about them words,
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words,
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive..." o/`
Ayla Ericson wanders closer to the guitarist. "Um, excuse me..." Ayla says softly, trying not to interrupt the singing in a rude manner.
o/` "Now you and I, you and I,
Not so little, you and I, anymore!
And with this silence brings a moral story
More importantly evolving is the glory of a boy--" o/`
The music stops again, leaving that disjointed silence. The threads of the song are snapped and broken forevermore. Feste's red eyes zero in on Ayla, ignoring her assistbot.
But his tone is not altogether unkind, just surprised. "Yes?"
"Uhm," the girl says again, clasping her hands behind her back. "This is going to sound *really* strange and all, but, uh, I was wondering if you got hurt or in trouble or something along those lines a couple of weeks ago. I picked up a bizarre radio transmission, but I didn't recognize the voice. I think your voice sounds the same, but I'm not entirely sure."
He rests his hands on the curve of his guitar, looking at the girl in front of him with a cool, almost analytical sort of curiousity.
"Yes, I was," Feste says. "Who are you?"
(New BB message (14/11) posted to 'IC News' by News
Report:
Ayla Ericson offers a hand to the musician. "I'm Ayla," the blonde teen replies. "I left a note at the UN about the weird radio stuff, but I dunno if anyone actually followed up on it or not. What's your name?"
The Fool takes the profferred hand, not shaking it, but simply grasping it for a moment. Handshakes, pfwah!
"Aha," he replies, all of what could have been called 'tension' disappearing from his face, replaced by a smile. "No one did, unfortunately, but... it's alright. I'm Feste." He pauses a moment, looking Ayla up and down. "Ayla, you said."
Ayla Ericson gives a little pout at the news. "I should go give that security force some lessons on follow-up. Good grief, how hard is that to get from the movies or a TV show?" she grumbles before nodding her head. "That's right."
Feste smirks at the first, but does not let it distract him from his current temporary objective. "Hmm... are you... if you don't mind me asking... Scandinavian, perchance?" He asks the question carefully, as if he were, oh, say, trying to poke holes in a paper screen without injuring what's behind. But only if you like excessively long similes.
Ayla Ericson giggles faintly at the question. "What gave it away? Blonde hair? Blue eyes? Pale complexion?" the girl grins.
The Fool smiles, but faintly so. "Yes, but more the name." There's a sort of-- wistful quality to his voice. He's leaning on his guitar now, which is really mostly useless.
"Where are you from?" he continues.
Ayla Ericson tilts her head to one side, hmmming at the
answer. "Yeah, I guess that would be a decent clue too. I was born in
Especially considering that the man would recognize, and make a point of doing so, names from his home country. He's starved for... for all things home. Even if it's over the border from home. Hey, close enough.
"
Ayla Ericson nods a couple of times, sending her ponytail bouncing. "Have you ever noticed that nothing really looks like the fjords back home? Sure, there are lots of pretty rivers around the globe but nothing quite the same..."
"Yes," says Feste, rather weakly. "I have." He takes a breath to steady himself. Oh, -curse- it, this is no time to getting homesick...
Ayla Ericson shrugs a shoulder. "I guess that saying of 'no place like home' is true, though that doesn't always mean that there's only one home to go to, y'know?"
"Very true," Feste responds, having regained his composure, "very true." He pauses, hmming thoughtfully. "I also find now that my home is more... found in people than in places." He flashes a quick smile. "But there's still... no place quite like it. Alas the day it fell..."
"Ooooh, I like that idea. Home is where the heart is, and the heart can have many, many friends," Ayla replies, cocking her head to one side. "Fell?"
Feste grins. Many friends, or just one -- either way... anchors are nice, especially when they're people. At least, they are until you realize that people are inconsistent and flawed...
"I'faith, so do I, and hence I endorse it." He very pointedly looks away now. "Fell to the Mavericks," he finishes, definitely more sober.
Ayla Ericson wrinkles her nose at the information. "I wonder if Mavericks could remain jubilant if they took an unbiased view at the things they do. Prolly not, but it's an interesting idea to play with. Do you have a place now, Feste?"
The Fool removes his guitar from his shoulder, and sets it down lightly against the tree. He was just getting tired of carrying it, you see. And now, of course, his jacket and its insignia is very clearly visible. (uh oh! uh oh!)
"Mm. From what I have seen,
they are not jubilant, just very, very angry." He crosses his arms over
his chest, and, since he's leaning against the tree trunk still, braces one
foot against the trunk. Oh look. How Jimmy Dean...ish! "Oh, I've had a
place for years. I left
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Testing... testing."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste, brightly: "Good evening!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Voice Modulated Fey transmits, "On behalf of the Pointless Tests bureau, I hereby declare you class F, for FAIL."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle, a bit timidly: "Good evening."
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man giggles
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man transmits, " This is odd, I'm all out of Wily beer... I must get more!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "Goot? By vat standard eez eet goot? IS ZIS AN ISO-9000 COMPLIANT STANDARD?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Oh, why the coyness? Don't be shy, now."
[Radio: (F) Public] Fire Man sighs wishing people would shut up. :P
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, ".. I'd rather not say."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Maybe it's an SOI compliant standard."
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "Does eet comply to European Regulations? I would like to be knowink more about zis 'Goot Evening'."
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man transmits, "I heard that fire.. don't be a grumpy guss now."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Oh, well, that's unfortunate, as it means we'll have to go about jumping to conclusions."
[Radio: (F) Public] Burn Dinorex transmits, "Hmm."
[Radio: (F) Public] Voice Modulated Fey transmits, "Ah, good old SOI. I'd better shut off this frequency before my brain is osmosed through my ears."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Standards? Pfah. Who needs them?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Fire Man transmits, "Quiet little brother, don't make me come over there!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "... *irritated* Alright, you want the story? MEssage me privately."
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "Your brain eez obviously not compliant with modern standards."
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man transmits, "What will you do little fire man! I'll just put you out with a quick dose of water"
[Radio: (F) Public] Voice Modulated Fey transmits, "You bet it is. I'm too intelligent for this."
[Radio] You send Hailstorm Eagle a direct message: "Now, lady Hailstorm... such animosity! *tsks quietly* I'm not antagonizing you, dear."
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "That eez not goot. You must be havink backward compatability. Eet eez not goot for business."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Sorry, I'm a nonconformist."
[Radio: (F) Public] Voice Modulated Fey transmits, "Can the accent. You sound like you found that mod in a crackerjack box."
[Radio: (F) Public] Flash Man transmits, "This is one of the strangest conversations that I have heard in a great while..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste chuckles.
[Radio: (F) Public] Fire Man transmits, "I can still break my foot off halfway up your--"
Ayla Ericson nods in response. "Just by a bit. I turned seventeen a few months ago," she says, blinking at the shirt that's exposed. "So what would happen to the Mavericks if their anger ever dissipated?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster drawls, "Well, wot 'ave we 'ere? Somebody who ain't likin' the accent? Well, I got somethin' to say to you, Partner.
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "BEGORRA! THEY'VE STOLEN ME LUCKY CHARMS!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Voice Modulated Fey transmits, "Aye. We're always after yer lucky charms."
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "Damn that Crackerjack blighter!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man transmits, "Bah, that's if you can sneak up on me, because everyone know's I'm the greatist *sounds of polosing*"
[Radio: (F) Public] Voice Modulated Fey transmits, "Ugh."
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "(OOC: Whoa. Aqua Man's playing Polo. I've never seen someone transmit a whole damn horse over the radio. o_o)"
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "OOC: You bet. My ears will never be the same."
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man transmits, "OOC: damn it, POLOISHING!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Voice Modulated Fey transmits, "OOC: Polishing?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "(OOC: Water polo? Is it a sea horse?)"
"Ah." Still got it, oh yeah. "I figured." He fails to notice the blinking at his shirt -- after all, it's just a shirt. He barely notices, moving right along to the question. "Oh... I don't know. Doubtless lose interest. Maybe they'd become bureaucrats."
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man More polishing sounds
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Sir?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Could you please stop strangling that parakeet?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Or is it a canary? Hmm..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Voice Modulated Fey transmits, "Sounds like a macaw to me."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "That -has- to be unpleasant."
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man refuses to comment and stops listening to the global chat channel
Ayla Ericson pauses in her subtle inspection to giggle at the mental image. "Can you just picture some of the Mavericks as bureaucrats? Okay, Sigma would probably do well and maybe Doctor Doppler. But what about, say, Toxic Seahorse or Crush Crawfish?" She moves a couple of steps to the side, still trying to make out the name clearly.
Of course, no matter which way you look at it, it still says 'VORLAIKAL, A.'
Feste peers at Ayla as she steps over, rather curiously, smiling again. Okay then. He smirks at her suggestion. "They'd probably be... inspectors. In the field. Hmm..."
[Radio] Hailstorm Eagle sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... I'll be blunt. I just came back from three and a half weeks of torture for no reason other than that I didn't die."
[Radio] You send Hailstorm Eagle a direct message: "... really? Why? By whom?"
[Radio] Hailstorm Eagle sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "The REPLIFORCE! Don't you watch the news.."
[Radio] Hailstorm Eagle sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: ".. not like it matters now anyhow.."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "... yeah, makes perfect sense with everything else so far."
iBluegrass arrives from the
iBluegrass has arrived.
[Radio] You send Hailstorm Eagle a direct message: "I do watch the news, lady... I am sorry to hear that, most sorry."
[Radio] You send Hailstorm Eagle a direct message: "Did you know, we were brethren in prison?"
[Radio] Hailstorm Eagle sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: ".. You were in prison? I didn't see you there.."
"Hey, Feste...?" the Swedish girl asks, scuffing the pathway with the toe of her boot. "Where did you get that shirt from?”
[Radio] You send Hailstorm Eagle a direct message: "Oh, I was with the Robot Masters."
[Radio] Hailstorm Eagle sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... Eeee."
[Radio] You send Hailstorm Eagle a direct message: "Aye, well... I survived. And so did you. Life goes on, you know."
[Radio] Hailstorm Eagle sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "..Yeah.. one of these days Scribe'll come back.. and Blast'll come out of medical..."
The Fool blinks, a bit confused. Get what shirt...? And he doth blink once more, looking down at the shirt he is, in fact, still wearing. Oops.
"Oh," says Feste. "/Oh./
Ah..." He snaps out of his momentary trance and adopts a toothy grin.
"...obviously, I killed
iBluegrass
Sara Steele is a female human that stands around 5'7". Sara's Hair is Short Cropped and is primarily Blood Red with Black Stripe running down the exact Center of the hairline. Sara's Eyes are a Dark Blue that shows little to No Warmth. In short, Sara's eyes Ice Cold Blue. Sara sports small Glasses. Her Ears has Small Golden Earrings. Sara's Body is Flexible, like she's made out of water, which is a testament to her Gymnast skills. She is wearing a Sleeveless Black Turtleneck shirt and just below it she also sports a Belt-like Holster where she Carries her Guns and Rope and whatever else she needs is necessary. On her arms, Sara sports some Tatoos, 4 in all. On the Upper Left Arm, there are tattos displaying the Irregular Symbol and Robot Overlord Symbol, while on the Upper Right arm, there's a Anti-Musica symbol (Musica Symbol with the universal Not Symbol overlayed over the Musica symbol) and an Anti-UN Symbol (UN Symbol with Not Symbol). On her Hands, Sara is wearing White Fingerless Gloves. She is wearing a pair of blue jeans with some holes in them, with a small Gold Chain like loop on her left side. Finally her feet are enclosed in miltary-type black boots.
Ayla Ericson just... shakes her head in response. "You must be one of his friends, then, if you know that name. Though the latter might be true, since I haven't seen him around in a while, somehow I can't picture you doing something quite *that* drastic."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Why.."
On a nearby park bench, there sits a punky lady who is currently strumming on her guitar, as she writes down a few notes.
(This might be a good song ta use as fer our theme... if Ah can get it togethah that is...)0o.
Sara continues her work such as it is.
Feste simply keeps grinning. Like a wolf. (the wolf he is. dumb fool)
"Oh... I daresay I'm one of his friends," he says, sounding awfully suspect. There's just something about him that says, 'i've done something positively horrid that you know absolutely nothing about! and that amuses me!' Tsk tsk. "Although eating him... you're right, that is a bit much, even for me." Smirk.
Ayla Ericson nods slightly. "I'm going to make a friendly suggestion, Feste. Don't let many people see that name," the teen says in a deadly serious voice. "There's a history attached to it that doesn't border on pleasant." Nevermind that she's at least ten years younger than the fool.
Sara Steele continues trying to make that rocking out song for her team, before looking up very curiously as she starts to listen in, momentarily interested by the little girl's statement. (Hrm...)0o.
The Fool's smile slowly fades to the thinnest of them as he quirks his eyebrows just slightly. "Ah... well..." He's sort of thrown off by her tone, as well. Such... gravity for such a young girl...
"...I know." He looks down at his feet, briefly, almost ashamed. "I'm sorry?"
Feste has yet to notice Sara. Yes.
Ayla Ericson sighs softly. "It's just... we should
respect his wishes, y'know?" she comments, figuring the man has some
knowledge of
Sara Steele frowns thoughtfully as she continues scribbling... save it's notes... added with song. She frowns. (If only Ah know what they are talkin' 'bout...)0o. She peers at the fool carefully. (And from the grrl's earliah statements it all has ta do with the clothin' this guy is wearin'...)0o.
Feste's mouth turns downward in a definite frown. Oh, foo. Andruw sighs, and reaches up to remove the jacket. An easy thing, to be sure. He looks back at Ayla with the eyes of a guilty man, and quietly drops the jacket on top of his guitar.
"You know, you're right... and I... really should've thought before I went out with it on." Especially considering the last time he wore it, he was promptly told that it would get him shot. "The last thing I want to do is hurt him." And from the look in his eyes, he truly means every word of that.
And yet...
"Just... don't forget next time, okay? I wouldn't want to go against a friend of a common friend of ours, y'know?" Ayla replies, having not really noticed the not-from-Feste guitar strumming.
Andruw apparently has no further comment on the topic of failing Abernathy. Well, he feels real nice and guilty now. Not that it's undue. He did this to himself, really.
He half-smiles again, and finds words back at his command. "But you're right, yes. We owe it to each other, being -- almost countrymen. Countryfellows. Countrypeople.-- Whatever." He chuckles quietly at his own impromptu foolery. He looks up over Ayla, towards where his fine-tuned ears do detect a bit of music. Hey, what's that?
Sara snorts in disappointment. (Nothin'. Nothin' at all.)0o. And it looks like the situation is all but over (at least to her, so Sara scraps the paper she was writing in (Bah.)0o. And starts (or rather) continues her songwriting... (If only they talk 'bout the person they were talkin' 'bout...)0o.
Ayla Ericson grins in reply. "Glad you agree, fellow blondie," she replies as she points to the tree-leaning guitar. "Your guitar doesn't play itself, right?"
Unknowing of the attention, she's now getting, Sara continues strumming on the guitar. (Let's see here... should that be Irregulars fight fer what's right... or somethin' else entirely?)0o.
"Of course." Mask on, role resumed. Back to business. "Hmm? Oh, not since the last time I checked, but you never know with technology these days." He smirks, picking the jacket back up and wrapping it around his waist.
<Global News Network> This is Sharon Twyne reporting from the Ohio Universal Blood Bank where a robbery has been commited! *The camera shifts to a view from the top of the area; three messages, written in either blood or fire. "FIRE MAN ROCKS! SCOTT BLOWS!" is the first one, on top of the building. "MASTERS WERE HERE" is written not too far in front of the building, and "BETA SQUAD RULES!" is written behind the building. Fire Man, Crash Man, Dust Man and Shark Man are seen near the still-present Stealth Transport, packing up crates of blood* More to be reported about this crime later on! In other news..
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "... well, -some- things never change."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Mm. Sorry boys, the Hunters already did this. Try something more original next time."
Ayla Ericson shrugs a shoulder, shifting the strap of her backpack. "Well, I know there're some available on the market but you were actually playing yours earlier..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Riptide Trilobite transmits, "They need a good spanking."
[Radio: (F) Public] Sara Steele NOT iBluegrass | Sara Steele transmits, "..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Foucalt transmits, "Once a bunch of tools...always a bunch of tools."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste chuckles.
[Radio: (F) Public] Bit transmits, "And when the HUNTERS beat you to something..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "Indeed."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "...hey."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "I thought the Robot Masters were the premier vandals."
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "Mavericks, to me! We shall not let Shade Man get away with this! For the name of DARK NECROBAT, we shall ALSO raid a blood bank! DRINK WITH THE VAMPIRE!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "....."
[Radio: (F) Public] Durandal transmits, "Yeah, well, we suprise ya from time to time."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "..Alright, maybe back in my cell would have been safer."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle, sarcastic. If you couldn't tell.
Sara Steele visibly grits her teeth as the portable TV she carries along has broadcasted the latest RM... stupidity. (Idiots. The whole lot of 'em...)0o. Even as she thinks this, Sara can't help but shake with rage...(...)0o.
Jacket now wrapped comfortably around his waist, the Fool picks up his guitar and slings it over his shoulder. "Indeed I was... hm. I do believe it may be coming from over yonder." He jerks his chin in Sara's general direction. "Shall we go take a look?"
"Okay," Ayla replies, falling into step with
Feste. "Do you know of any nice tea houses in
Sara Steele starts to furiously stumming on the guitar, creating a odd mixture of hard guitar rock and undescribable noise pollution (HATE the Mastahs, HATE the Mavahicks... HATE HATE HATE)0o. Sooner or later the hard playing is going to break a guitar string...
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle chirps out a tune apparently at random.
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man claps
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "It ain't over 'til the bird lady sings."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle stops. ".. What the...."
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man transmits, "If you say so...."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Wait. I know that voice.."
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man transmits, "Considering this is a global channel for all to use, I'm surprised there isin't that much trash talking and threatning going on."
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster drawls, "Budget cuts."
[Radio: (F) Public] Top Man transmits, "Actually, it's normally pretty quiet. I think."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Hey, the less, the better."
[Radio: (F) Public] Sara Steele NOT iBluegrass transmits, "This the 'slow' period, which should be ovah soon..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "Yeah, but we're below quota for this quarter."
[Radio: (F) Public] Bit transmits, "So?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "Our trash talkers ain't meetin' the performance indicators. Bad for business."
[Radio: (F) Public] Durandal offers helpfully. "I could say nasty things about your mother if itd make you feel better?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle coughs.
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "We need t'stay competative in this global econ--would ye? That'd be great."
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man transmits, "I don't have a mother, just Daddy dearest!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Top Man transmits, "We have a mother? When did we get a mother?-- ..Oh, we don't? ..Aw..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Good for you.."
[Radio: (F) Public] Bit flipflip. "'Your mother was a hampster.' Like that?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "My mother was a Japanese assembly line. She was always cold towards me."
[Radio: (F) Public] Durandal transmits, "Okay then...uh......y'know, I didn't expect anyone would take me up on it....gimmie a minute here."
[Radio: (F) Public] Fire Man mutters wishing he'd kept his radio off.
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "Nae worries, mate."
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man transmits, "Well... I guess daddy could also be the mother of Robot masters... I think I saw him looking at dresses once..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle twitters with laughter.
[Radio: (F) Public] Top Man transmits, "...Dad's our mom too?"
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "...Dude, I know we've told Wily to go screw himself, but..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Feste transmits, "...well, now!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "..Good lord!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man transmits, "eeewwwwww, Daddy in a dress is just a distrubing though. I wonder why he never made any girl robot masters...."
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "
[Radio: (F) Public] Bit transmits, "Well, there are those images in the file archive of him wearing a Fuku..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Alright, I'm not sure I want to know."
[Radio: (F) Public] Durandal transmits, "Well, that's a distrubing thought."
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man really wishes he hadn't pictured Wily in a dress
The Fool winces at the random strumming. Owheystoppit!
Ears! He walks alongside Ayla in the direction he figures it was in, idly
tapping out a rhythm on his guitar. "Hah! Of course I do. There aren't
many... *teahouses*, as you put it -- this isn't
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle hums 'I Need A Hero'.
[Radio: (F) Public] Bit transmits, "It would likely be better than Bass in a yellow sundress."
[Radio: (F) Public] Top Man transmits, "Bass wouldn't wear a dress. He's too cool to wear a dress. Dad's too cool, too. So he wouldn't wear one either... So I think we just don't have a mother! Yeah! So.. uhm.. Right. Yes."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Sun..."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "... come to think of it.. I haven't seen it for -so- long. It's a shame only the moon's out right now."
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man transmits, "Sometimes I wonder if your truly my brother Top...."
Ayla Ericson chuckles faintly. "But
Sara Steele calms down finally, and goes back to her songwriting. She frowns. (Maybe Ah can also make a fight song fer our use as well...)0o.
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle murmurs, o/~ I need a hero / I'm holding out for a hero till the end of the night / He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast and he's gotta be fresh from the fight o/~
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man transmits, "Sing it girlfriend!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man giggles
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "OPTIMUS PRIME."
[Radio: (F) Public] Foucalt transmits, "....THat's...disturbing....."
"But of course. Teahouses, however -- are not
/quite/ a
[Radio: (F) Public] Shyster transmits, "Yeah. Oppy is, ain't he? Always flashin' the Matrix at everyone."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle, at this, goes into her full singing voice. o/~ I need a hero! / I'm holding on for a hero till the morning light / He's gotta be sure and he's gotta be soon and he's gotta be larger than life! o/~
[Radio: (F) Public] Aqua Man watches his radio nearly groan
If the girl's ears could perk up, they would. "Oh, really? That would be so cool!" she nearly chirps. "Maybe have some fish and chips too, even if it is cliched."
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "I'm never going to understand what people have against music.."
[Radio: (F) Public] Top Man transmits, "Music rocks!"
[Radio: (F) Public] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "No one's going to take -that- from me, at least. Or my sculpting."
Feste grins. "Absolutely. I'll have to take you there sometime. Remind me, yes?" He looks back towards where they're walking -- hey, who's that? Hmmm. Looks like she's got a guitar, whoever she is. "Fish and chips, aye. Just don't eat the haggis," he adds.
Sara Steele continues writing, still not noting Feste and Ayla's approach. (So far so good. Ah think this is goin' ta work...)0o. She strums a few more notes before writing again. And so forth.
Ayla Ericson wrinkles her nose. "That's a Scottish thing. And a totally acquired taste... I don't think I'll ever get that amount of bravery to try even a bite of that dish."
Feste chuckles quietly. "Indeed it is, for my dear publican is Scottish. A mean Scot, too. Be sure not to cross her.--Ah, I think there's our mystery musician. What, ho!"
There's just one problem with using outdated language...
Sara Steele finally looks up from her work and sees the arrivals. "Hey." She smiles... "Was Ah disturbin' ya'll?"
Ayla Ericson eh-hehs at Feste's reply, wondering what she just got herself into.
Interesting. This woman must be some kind of nonconformist punk, or something. How delightful! --although. Probably not the best company (or wardrobe) to do it in. Hm.
Feste gives Sara a little bow and a smile. "Oh no, not at all. We were just curious..." He makes a show of going 'oh!' and turning to Ayla, like any good dandy. "I'm absolutely -famished-, fru Ayla, what would you say to a pub visit sooner rather than later?"
Ayla Ericson nods a couple of times. "Sounds really good right about now... there have to be some perks to being a robot, like being able to skip a meal or a dozen at a time."