We Are Our Avatars VIII: Interdimensional Jaunt. (Closed up, thanks for playing.)

[Kirke]

Jameson grinned at Bruce. "Well, theres this one pub, the hound's tooth, I love the go there, its really fun, lots of cool people, and pool games and stuff!"
Tyler seemed less enthused. "I prefer a place called the sip of nature myself. Its got decent liquor, and a nice decor."

Tyler would be wearing natural leather, that seemed to belong in a small village from the 17th century rather than today.
Jameson looked pale and thin, and he seemed somewhat sweaty. he also seemed to hesitate to move himself to quickly.

"Good ta hear, mates! I'll check 'em both out, I reckon I've got some stuff ta barter with in me car. Now, let's get this medical stuff over yeah?" Bruce then noticed how sick Jameson seemed. "Mate, you don't look well. The docs ought ta take a look at you too."

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Yeah alright. That doesn't really explain where this place is though." Axton said as he skimmed the pamphlets.

Seras and Blondie both found it rather interesting how wild and lawless this place apparently was, with assassinations and gun smuggling being legal. Blondie found it a bit humorous and made him feel a bit more at home, though he wasn't happy to hear about the possibility of magic messing with his guns.

Seras was glad to hear people probably wouldn't get freaked out or try to kill her if she told them she was a vampire. She also started to wonder if there was some sort of vampire community around. I'd like to see that I think. I haven't met very many friendly or civilized vampires after all.

OOC:

Spoiler: Axton looks like this in case you didn't know:

Spoiler: Only with a head like this:

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Samus nodded, thankful for the information. "I was missing several items when I arrived here, advanced weaponry and technology." She said to Sarah. "Is there anywhere I can find replacements?"

 

[Zepherus14]

Franky's ears perked up when he heard mention of racing, and also the mention of magic and tech not mixing. Planet Supergrass was the only known source of magic in his world, and although there were still regulations for racing that they were not to use their magic, there was always the odd case. To hear that magic was here was interesting, although knowing his ride was way above a simple handgun, he quickly decided it wouldn't be smart to dabble too far into it."So... about these races. Since they are legal and what not, where would I go to find such a crowd? Won't mind seeing the competition here."

 

[DotSlash]

[color=009933] "We're currently underneath London, England. Since you're here, odds are it's not the one you're familiar with... if you're familiar with the name at all." [/color] The woman explained before crossing her arms. [color=009933] "Now, the faster you answer my questions, the faster you all can get your quarantine period over with." [/color] She said, as she wrote down the information the couple had given her. She flipped to a new page in her note book and looked expectantly at Axton.

[hr]

Amelia blinked as she soaked in all the information. [color=ff7777] "Would it be possible to find more... quiet parts of the town? I'm all that fond of the stuff you just laid out..." [/color] She said a bit shyly. It would be faint, but her rapier would vibrate of its own accord after Sarah had explained. This would only last a few seconds and Amelia's eyes would dart down toward it before looking back up, trembling a small bit. [color=ff7777] ....Relax.... relax.... [/color]

 

[FPSfanatic]

Sarah exhaled. "Well, if you found your suit lying around, there's a possibility the rest of your items are spread throughout the city. Not exactly likely, but we'll keep our eyes peeled on it. In the mean time, if you want replacements, you could always head to the market. Biggest damn selling place on the planet. If they don't have what you want, you're probably not going to be able to buy it. You'll need a lot of revenue though, and the WAOA isn't going to pay that for you." she glanced to Franky. "I can give you a map that points to the main drag, but they move locations often enough that I couldn't guess where they'd be right now. Main drag will have most of the races on it unless the races are Red Lines." she glanced to Amelia, and smiled. "We can send you to one of the quieter parts, no problem. The Vorcha neighborhoods are quite welcoming of new immigrants, and love quiet people. Something about being telepaths makes their district very quiet and calm compared to most. Not to suggest they'd infiltrate your mind without your consent of course. You don't mind insects, right? If not, I could point you to a magical enclave, they usually have more strict rule sets and a lot less hectic activity." she seemed to occupy herself for a moment, considering the answer to that question.
[hr]
The woman speaking to Axton and the other new arrivals would hear a slight hiss, followed by her earpiece whispering to her "Just a heads up, that fights migrating to the other side of the room. I give it another 30 minutes, and those Orks will have the fish boys butchered. Damn. You might want to avoid pissing those guys off when you head over to talk to them. I've never seen a guy chop something that thick in half with an axe like that before..."

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Yeah, never heard of this place...Anyway, I got an assault rifle, a pistol, a shotgun, an SMG, which stands for semi-automatic machine gun if you didn't know, and sniper rifle. Oh! And a rocket launcher. And some grenades. Uh, I'm not sick or anything. Was that all?" Axton asked as he listed off all the guns he was carrying at the moment.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"Right. Is there any bounty-hunting in the city?" Samus asked, tucking her card into a slot in her armour and picking up her helmet.

 

[Zepherus14]

Franky's eyes widened as he nearly fell out of the hatch as he heard about the races. "W-What do you mean RedLinessss." He exclaimed. "Are you telling me this place holds Redline here too!?"

Franky tried to process what he was just told, realizing the implications of such news, but then again. How would he get himself in to race here?

 

[DotSlash]

[color=009933] "Alright, I'll need to check your weaponry for anything illegal though. If you could be so kind as to hand them to me...." [/color] The woman stated as she wrote down the man's details after before pressing two fingers to her right ear. Her eyes drifted toward the fight and she nodded, her expression looking like a mix of faint disgust and astonishment. [color=009933] [small] "I'll be more than sure to keep that in mind.... Though if they're simple minded, that may not be avoidable." [/small] [/color]

[hr]

At the mention of insects, Amelia's trembling increased and she vehemently shook her head, sending her pink hair fluttering all around her body. [color=ff7777] "N-n-n-no bug people, please!" [/color] She replied insistently. [color=ff7777] "I... I think... I'm better suited for a magic area as it is anyway...." ...Maybe I can pick up some new spells too.... [/color]

 

[FPSfanatic]

"Plenty. I can point you to a group that'll qualify you as a bounty hunter, and they'll point you to a bounty board that fits your skill set." she turned to Franky. "Not your kind of Redline, I suspect. Its a high speed race that takes most of a continent. If you aren't able to hit 20 kps, you're not going to have a chance in the race. Its most likely not the redline from your home."
Sarah smiled at Amelia, and nodded. "Understood."
[hr]
Jameson seemed to blanche at Bruce's statement, only to be pulled out of it by Tyler. "Ah yeah, he's been sick for a few days, wanted to grab a few extra hours though. Anyway, we need to ask your name, where you originated from, what weapons you're packing, and any unusual traits on you that might need caring for. Lycanthropy or vampirism come to mind."

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Well, okay..." Axton said as he started handing over all his guns. The woman would find that each was equiped with a special abuility: explosive rounds, incendiary rounds, shock rounds, acid rounds, and slag round, which she probably wouldn't be familiar with. "So, what's your name?" Axton asked as he waited for the woman to check his stuff.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

"Thank you." Samus said to Sarah, a bit of gratitude in her otherwise stoic voice.

OoC: Realy late. Mind if I head off?

 

[DotSlash]

Amelia nodded her thanks toward Sarah before simply looking around the room.

@Outis: Go check chat group.

 

[Zepherus14]

Franky just stared for what seemed like ages, 20kps... 20 KPS.... 20 kilometers per second!? Doing the math, that would be 72000 kph... There was no way any land vehicle could manage even a fraction of that kind of speed, the littlest bump and the rig would launch into the air.

"Ok ok... So you have some sort of space races to then... good to know..." Franky said as he slowly started to wrap his head around the whole thing.

Franky hearing Amelia's mention of bug people turned his head to her for a moment. "Aww that's too bad, some of the best parties I've been to have been on a 'bug people' planet. Those guys really know how to have a good time."

 

[DotSlash]

Amelia more or less ignored what Franky had said, just trembling a bit more as her mind began to drift again.

[hr]

As the woman looked over Axton's guns, she blinked in shock as she noticed the corrosive element gun Axton had packed away. While she didn't know about slag, she knew it wasn't an acid and sure as hell didn't want to keep inspecting it due to the abhorrent smell. Holding up the corrosive gun, she frowned. [color=009933] "Sir, I'm going to have to confiscate this. The usage of acidic bullets is considered a war crime by the WAOA." [/color] She said flatly, holding the gun to her side.

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Aww come on! Really? So you're just going to keep it?" Axton asked, clearly annoyed at hearing this.

 

[Gearhead mk2]

Samus looked over at Amelia, noticing her trembling. "Is something wrong?"

OoC: Sorry, but I REALLY have to go. Night.

 

[Zepherus14]

"She obviously doesn't like bugs... Which to be fair, it's not that unheard of really." Franky gave a little shrug as he heard Samus' question to Amelia.

 

[DotSlash]

The sheepgirl simply nodded in tandem with what Franky had said, not bothering to speak for herself.

[hr]

[color=009933] "Regulations, sir. If we can engineer the gun to not be corrosive, we'll have it returned to you. Otherwise, this will be destroyed and more than like scrapped." [/color] The woman stated, little to no empathy in her voice.