Second part of the report on that German nonsense.
Well, I didn't really have time to shoot the wolf off my leg. Cindy took one sweep with that axe of hers and cut the damn thing in half stem to stern. Pays being the child of a god I guess, because the gaping wound healed up in seconds. None of the other wolves broke in. Though that was more probably due to Kennedy calling out Krieger then anything else. Idiot woman challenged him for control of the pack, and let herself be nipped to become one. The actual fight went down the next day, but we'll get to that eventually.
Nobody seemed to want to take the obvious course of action of following Krieger and his goons back to their lair and having MIST drop a few hundred napalm bombs on the joint. Some bullshit about pacts and oaths and such. For Christ's sake, people. There are some things more important, like preserving the lives of our friend, this stupid little village, and wherever else those wolves wanted to roam. It's like nobody here wants to listen to practicality or good bloody sense.
With the fight on pause, we hobbled our way back to the inn. Outside was a really nice lookin' car. Inside...well, let's just say Momma ain't too happy with what Kenny pulled. We didn't get to listen in on the chew-out though. We talked to someone who had come in with Kenny's mom. Apperantly, daddy dearest didn't think it was important enough to inform me I had siblings, as we talked to another of his daughters. Nice lass, but...damnit, dad. This isn't hard. He got defeated by the phone company, for the love of Pete. I need to build him a computer. Then hit him over the head with it for never calling, getting in touch, or mentioning I had other family. Ass.
When the talks finally wrapped up, I went to find a little corner to myself. Started work on a pet project of mine. Not sure when it'll be done or even out of the planning stages, but we'll see. I think I can build something that'll keep all the crap that happened today from going on again. Of course...for obvious reasons, I didn't get much work done that night. Or the next day, when things finally went down. I'll finish this later, I need to go down to the nearest storage depot and see if they have a few things.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Ow, my precious leg
Apperantly, someone dunked me in A-1 Steak Sauce.
Backing up for a minute. Krieger...well. Is definately bad news. Definately intends to kill us all. Now, some might assume that's just me being paranoid, but I spotted his goonsquad through the crowd, and a few up on the rooftops as well. It was a...tense talk, and given some of how he phrased things, he knew what we were. He knew there were Greeks with the party. He didn't make and sideways comments about me or Kenny, but I suspect he knew we were Tuatha. I did throw him off guard when I told him to, effectively, piss off in the German I'd picked up on the walk up to the castle. He tried to split us up with giving me and Lexi a 'direct view' of the Hunt, since he didn't want Cindy's axe or Rufus around.
Yeah, that didn't fly.
He walked off, some of his goons in the crowd going with him. I snapped off a few orders to fall back and we ended up in one of the houses. I got my rifle put together(And thank the gods that I had time to convert it to full auto. More dakka, baby!) while Kenny cleared the rest of the house. Unfortunately...I picked one with about a billion entrances. There was only one in the cellar, though, so we were about to fall back through there and wait for the boys...
Well. I'm not sure exactly what happened after that, still. Either Cindy tripped into me, or I walked into her. Either way, she blamed herself, and the first werewolf to bust in through the front door took a big piece out of my leg.
Ok, ok, the damage was healed just about after it let go, but fuck all, did that hurt.
There's some more to the story. There always is. But right now, Cindy is insisting I stop typing so she can take care of me. The sweetheart blames herself(And I might have insinuated it'd help if she pampered me a bit and maybe carried me to bed), so if it makes her feel better(And gets me more great nookie), I'm all for it. I'll finish up lagkjhl/,ghjlk.m,
Backing up for a minute. Krieger...well. Is definately bad news. Definately intends to kill us all. Now, some might assume that's just me being paranoid, but I spotted his goonsquad through the crowd, and a few up on the rooftops as well. It was a...tense talk, and given some of how he phrased things, he knew what we were. He knew there were Greeks with the party. He didn't make and sideways comments about me or Kenny, but I suspect he knew we were Tuatha. I did throw him off guard when I told him to, effectively, piss off in the German I'd picked up on the walk up to the castle. He tried to split us up with giving me and Lexi a 'direct view' of the Hunt, since he didn't want Cindy's axe or Rufus around.
Yeah, that didn't fly.
He walked off, some of his goons in the crowd going with him. I snapped off a few orders to fall back and we ended up in one of the houses. I got my rifle put together(And thank the gods that I had time to convert it to full auto. More dakka, baby!) while Kenny cleared the rest of the house. Unfortunately...I picked one with about a billion entrances. There was only one in the cellar, though, so we were about to fall back through there and wait for the boys...
Well. I'm not sure exactly what happened after that, still. Either Cindy tripped into me, or I walked into her. Either way, she blamed herself, and the first werewolf to bust in through the front door took a big piece out of my leg.
Ok, ok, the damage was healed just about after it let go, but fuck all, did that hurt.
There's some more to the story. There always is. But right now, Cindy is insisting I stop typing so she can take care of me. The sweetheart blames herself(And I might have insinuated it'd help if she pampered me a bit and maybe carried me to bed), so if it makes her feel better(And gets me more great nookie), I'm all for it. I'll finish up lagkjhl/,ghjlk.m,
Thursday, September 15, 2011
We're off to invade Poland!
Well, this day got off to a fine start. Trying to play Medieval 2 TW, and the computer kept pulling armies out of it's ass. Seriously. Reached right up there and yanked. The planning session kicked off while I was dealing with that. Everybody had their ideas. Lexi just wanted us to stock up on silver weapons(which would never work. Can't hold an edge, and a bullet would just warp after it got fired.). I didn't have anything, since I figured MIST wouldn't approve of us putting a torch to the entire forest just to smoke out some werewolves. Asses. I told them in Alaska to nuke the site from orbit, and they didn't listen. Figured they'd listen here, but noooo. It kind of sidetracked into talk about the old Norse wolf lore, too. But Hal, much as I hate to say it, had a point. Even if the werewolf things attacking the area were tied to titanspawn, it'd be pretty hard for them to reach some of the areas in the city where attacks have been.
And Andrew brought up an absolutely great gem. It seems our...side objective for being in the area is dealing with the attackers as well. Which means life got alot more complicated, which just further proves we ought to colony-drop the whole area. The group opted to split up(Not much choice, regardless of what horror movies have taught us. Someone had to go spy on the meeting, and someone had to go check out the attack at a farmhouse near the town.). Kennedy volunteered to go play spy. Me, Lexi, and Cindy chose to go with her too. Then...ugh. Hal's entire squad are members of the Chivalry Brigade. It might be fine when we're not on mission, but when we're out doing actual work, we don't have time for that nonsense. Grrr. I'm still steamed that they all seemed to think that us ladies couldn't handle this on our own. I told Hal we'd figure it out. And I did. It took me all of five seconds of wandering through town to learn German, and that doucheclown still thought we needed one of the goonsquad. OI.
Lexi is way too damn peppy and needs to burst into flames before she gives us all diabetes.
For my part, anyway, I opted to go with Kenny to the castle in case the meeting had computer systems set up that I needed to...deal with. Lexi managed to freak out some University student working as a waitress after asking a whole mess of questions about the wolf and horse rider motif. The little sprite got alot of info(See: Audio/Video recording, Village Talk.), though...at least until she asked about what families might have a 'werewolf' reputation. Waitress just buggered off then. Like I said, something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
After talking our way into the castle(Reminder: send bill to Kenny for Rufus' admittance fee), we took a quick look around. Wartburg(Aside from sounding like it belongs in Harry Potter) is a nice lookin' place. I could do things with a castle like this(Note: Draw plans for hidden lair.). That's the point when some guy named Kreiger showed up to talk to us. And that's also the point where I make whichever chump is reading this wait until the next episode. Same Bat-Time, same Bat-Channel.
And Andrew brought up an absolutely great gem. It seems our...side objective for being in the area is dealing with the attackers as well. Which means life got alot more complicated, which just further proves we ought to colony-drop the whole area. The group opted to split up(Not much choice, regardless of what horror movies have taught us. Someone had to go spy on the meeting, and someone had to go check out the attack at a farmhouse near the town.). Kennedy volunteered to go play spy. Me, Lexi, and Cindy chose to go with her too. Then...ugh. Hal's entire squad are members of the Chivalry Brigade. It might be fine when we're not on mission, but when we're out doing actual work, we don't have time for that nonsense. Grrr. I'm still steamed that they all seemed to think that us ladies couldn't handle this on our own. I told Hal we'd figure it out. And I did. It took me all of five seconds of wandering through town to learn German, and that doucheclown still thought we needed one of the goonsquad. OI.
Lexi is way too damn peppy and needs to burst into flames before she gives us all diabetes.
For my part, anyway, I opted to go with Kenny to the castle in case the meeting had computer systems set up that I needed to...deal with. Lexi managed to freak out some University student working as a waitress after asking a whole mess of questions about the wolf and horse rider motif. The little sprite got alot of info(See: Audio/Video recording, Village Talk.), though...at least until she asked about what families might have a 'werewolf' reputation. Waitress just buggered off then. Like I said, something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
After talking our way into the castle(Reminder: send bill to Kenny for Rufus' admittance fee), we took a quick look around. Wartburg(Aside from sounding like it belongs in Harry Potter) is a nice lookin' place. I could do things with a castle like this(Note: Draw plans for hidden lair.). That's the point when some guy named Kreiger showed up to talk to us. And that's also the point where I make whichever chump is reading this wait until the next episode. Same Bat-Time, same Bat-Channel.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
World Tour
Things are just peachy.
The week went by fairly well(including a nice date with Cindy. And that's all any of you jerks need to know.) I have my own pistol now, an H&K Mk 23 Mod 0, complete with suppressor and laser sight. Cindy did some engraving work on the grips for me, too. I'm considering adding some kind of inscription to the slide later, but I haven't figured out what yet. Kept that M16 I looted back in Alaska, too. Sure, it's just vendor trash, but it's shooty vendor trash. More dakka and all that. Maybe I can do some work and convert it back to full auto.
We're off taking care of some work in [Location redacted by user]. New mission, and all that. Probably going to be some violence this time around too. So, doubly glad I'm not just toting around that peashooter anymore. Apparently there's some kind of honest-to-god werewolf pack or something in the area, and MIST brought us out here to deal with. Not too much of a surprise, given that we dropped a wendigo and talked with Smaug. Still pissed there wasn't any real treasure. I could've used the Arkenstone on my mantle.
Not much has really happened, otherwise. Guess I should wrap this up.
*Encoded Sub-Entry*
There. That little code ought to keep this part safe. Ought to keep MIST and such out of it, too.
Had a talk with Andrew and Lexi about Cindy. I knew something was off on the trip over and out to this goddamn castle. Apperantly there's some kind of connection between Cindy and Utgard-Loki now, since she smashed the stone. Fuck, fuck fuck. It was my goddamn idea, I knew I should've taken her stone and done it myself.
They're working on the issue now. Apperantly, they're going to try talking to Lexi's mother and Cindy's father. Greek pride, and all that, especially since something called the Olympus Fire would fix the issue. It turns out I have my own possible 'in' too, as the little cock who's been sassing me all these years is actually Ares. Yeah. That Ares. Lexi and Andrew really weren't happy over that one, let me tell you. Had to pry it out of them, too.
Told them a bit about the apperant rivalry I've got going with him in just about every video game out there right now. We've agreed to leave it as a backup if Poseidon and Aphrodite turn out to be patently useless. To be fair, I'm not exactly holding my breath here. I'm going to try and figure out how to get Ares to help without digging myself into a hole. And use said plan if it looks like the other two are taking too gorram long. And keep an eye on Cindy too. Fuck. It was my goddamn idea, she shouldn't be the one taking a possible fall over it.
The week went by fairly well(including a nice date with Cindy. And that's all any of you jerks need to know.) I have my own pistol now, an H&K Mk 23 Mod 0, complete with suppressor and laser sight. Cindy did some engraving work on the grips for me, too. I'm considering adding some kind of inscription to the slide later, but I haven't figured out what yet. Kept that M16 I looted back in Alaska, too. Sure, it's just vendor trash, but it's shooty vendor trash. More dakka and all that. Maybe I can do some work and convert it back to full auto.
We're off taking care of some work in [Location redacted by user]. New mission, and all that. Probably going to be some violence this time around too. So, doubly glad I'm not just toting around that peashooter anymore. Apparently there's some kind of honest-to-god werewolf pack or something in the area, and MIST brought us out here to deal with. Not too much of a surprise, given that we dropped a wendigo and talked with Smaug. Still pissed there wasn't any real treasure. I could've used the Arkenstone on my mantle.
Not much has really happened, otherwise. Guess I should wrap this up.
*Encoded Sub-Entry*
There. That little code ought to keep this part safe. Ought to keep MIST and such out of it, too.
Had a talk with Andrew and Lexi about Cindy. I knew something was off on the trip over and out to this goddamn castle. Apperantly there's some kind of connection between Cindy and Utgard-Loki now, since she smashed the stone. Fuck, fuck fuck. It was my goddamn idea, I knew I should've taken her stone and done it myself.
They're working on the issue now. Apperantly, they're going to try talking to Lexi's mother and Cindy's father. Greek pride, and all that, especially since something called the Olympus Fire would fix the issue. It turns out I have my own possible 'in' too, as the little cock who's been sassing me all these years is actually Ares. Yeah. That Ares. Lexi and Andrew really weren't happy over that one, let me tell you. Had to pry it out of them, too.
Told them a bit about the apperant rivalry I've got going with him in just about every video game out there right now. We've agreed to leave it as a backup if Poseidon and Aphrodite turn out to be patently useless. To be fair, I'm not exactly holding my breath here. I'm going to try and figure out how to get Ares to help without digging myself into a hole. And use said plan if it looks like the other two are taking too gorram long. And keep an eye on Cindy too. Fuck. It was my goddamn idea, she shouldn't be the one taking a possible fall over it.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Just Passing Through
Well.
We didn't have to fight the dragon. Turns out he was actually rather reasonable about the whole affair, but Hal punching off the main Titanspawn's head back in the feasting hall probably helped. We ended up letting that little shit of a critter run off too, which is probably going to make Lexi completely insufferable. I'm sorry, but just because the hippie bullshit way worked once doesn't mean jack for next time. Ugh. Could have been worse, I guess. And I can take some comfort in the fact that it's more then likely the critter's friends are going to deal with him for us. Less effort all around, eh?
That's the short version, I guess. Long version as follows. We were still debating what to do with the rat. I suggested the old Fastball Special, and Cindy definately approved...though I think she wanted to bean the dragon with one of the stones we jacked from the gate. Speaking of that Titanspawn head-punching...that's about when Hal started to talk to the bloody thing. Apperantly, it had the idea of just feeding the dragon, too. Lexi suggested binding him with the star-weave thing I did earlier. I probably would have, if the dragon hadn't been reasonable. Funny thing, that.
I do think Lexi doesn't quite get it when it comes to Titanspawn...apperantly she didn't want us offing the treacherous rat because it'd be 'cruel'. Eh, like I told her, we weren't bound to be nice to the little fuck anymore after he threatened us with the dragon. I did also point out it was worse to let him live, given what his kind would likely do, and that tossing him to the dragon would have been a mercy. But, eh. Things did work out. I may have to make the point again though. I just don't want Lexi or anyone else to get hurt because Lexi kept trying the touchy-feely nonsense. ...and I will deny it to my dying day if anyone asks.
Hal finally opted to talk to the dragon, after it got revealed he was related to the damned thing. Man, the Norse pantheon is screwed up. And I though the Greeks had issues. Cindy held on to Haarkson during the chat. I mostly kept quiet, except to reassure Lexi. And if anyone asks, I'm telling them it was part of my job. Not because she's a nice kid that I don't want to see splattered on the wall. Shut up.
I did kind of tune the conversation out, admittedly. Sorta. I'm sure the others have it recorded in a proper report somewhere. The skinny version basicly is 'The dragon isn't all evil, etc etc, we can go past'. I spent most of the time checking the chains binding the dragon in place. No locks, so I couldn't help there. Given that the dragon wasn't inclined to eat us, and it -was- apperantly related to Hal, I kept looking for a way to spring it. The chains had this...weird, cold aura around them that seemed awfully hard to miss. I'm sure the others noticed too. Oh, right. Right. Andrew was playing Publicity Agent for Hal, really talking him up, trying to butter up the snake too. Seemed to work as well as Hal's speeches did.
I snapped some shots of the dragon too. Figure I might be able to get some ideas for some kind of body armor or something from how the scales are arranged...stuff like that. Much as kevlar does the job, proper all-around armor would be better. I chose a hell of a time to tune back into the conversation...I swear to god, I think Hal was trying to seduce that lizard at one point. Anyway....another part of the reason I was studying the dragon..and the chains, for that matter. I think I might be able to build something to punch through both eventually. I'm going to need to sit down and see if my computer has a CAD program on it. If not, I can probably write something up in my spare time.
We couldn't use the power of the stones to free the dragon...directly. I thought about simply trying to loosen the bolts in the ground on the chains, but that wouldn't have worked, looking back. My next idea on the subject was much better. Well...Cindy helped with the idea, gave me the start of it. I suggested simply bludgeoning the chains -with- the stones, as they had the same power source, apperantly. After some debate, that's just what Cindy did. Apperantly it cancelled out both the stone and the chain. The chain was reduced to normal metal which was shattered easily enough. Something...odd happened to Cindy. I'm going to have to keep an extra close eye on her. She said it was nothing, that she suddenly felt cold and heard laughing, then both went away after hitting the chain. My guess is Utgard-Loki probably got a good look at her. Which I did not give him permission to, so I may have to have words with that little punk.
I did end up dissapointed, though. There wasn't a single gold coin or treasure chest in the lair! I've been playing D&D since I was five, damnit, and there's ALWAYS TREASURE. Gary Gygax, I shall pursue you to the netherworld to get answers on why you've lied to me all this time.
Anyway, I'm going to go use the teleport-thingers MIST has set up to visit the nearest Heckler & Koch factory. Going to get the parts for one of the Mark 23 Mod 0 SOCOM pistols and do some customization work. I may ask Cindy if she can do engravings...got a few ideas for the slide and grip. But mostly want to rig up something that fits me better and has more punch. Found an email in my box this morning from Kenny, bitching me out about 'that little peashooter'. Well, yelling in her own way. She just sounded dissapointed. I think she might expect more from me, what with both of our parent-gods being from the Tuatha. If this little project goes well, I'm going to see about building her a bigger rifle. Maybe something related to the Mk82 Barret.
Oh, and apperantly her sister knew the dragon. Small world, eh?
We didn't have to fight the dragon. Turns out he was actually rather reasonable about the whole affair, but Hal punching off the main Titanspawn's head back in the feasting hall probably helped. We ended up letting that little shit of a critter run off too, which is probably going to make Lexi completely insufferable. I'm sorry, but just because the hippie bullshit way worked once doesn't mean jack for next time. Ugh. Could have been worse, I guess. And I can take some comfort in the fact that it's more then likely the critter's friends are going to deal with him for us. Less effort all around, eh?
That's the short version, I guess. Long version as follows. We were still debating what to do with the rat. I suggested the old Fastball Special, and Cindy definately approved...though I think she wanted to bean the dragon with one of the stones we jacked from the gate. Speaking of that Titanspawn head-punching...that's about when Hal started to talk to the bloody thing. Apperantly, it had the idea of just feeding the dragon, too. Lexi suggested binding him with the star-weave thing I did earlier. I probably would have, if the dragon hadn't been reasonable. Funny thing, that.
I do think Lexi doesn't quite get it when it comes to Titanspawn...apperantly she didn't want us offing the treacherous rat because it'd be 'cruel'. Eh, like I told her, we weren't bound to be nice to the little fuck anymore after he threatened us with the dragon. I did also point out it was worse to let him live, given what his kind would likely do, and that tossing him to the dragon would have been a mercy. But, eh. Things did work out. I may have to make the point again though. I just don't want Lexi or anyone else to get hurt because Lexi kept trying the touchy-feely nonsense. ...and I will deny it to my dying day if anyone asks.
Hal finally opted to talk to the dragon, after it got revealed he was related to the damned thing. Man, the Norse pantheon is screwed up. And I though the Greeks had issues. Cindy held on to Haarkson during the chat. I mostly kept quiet, except to reassure Lexi. And if anyone asks, I'm telling them it was part of my job. Not because she's a nice kid that I don't want to see splattered on the wall. Shut up.
I did kind of tune the conversation out, admittedly. Sorta. I'm sure the others have it recorded in a proper report somewhere. The skinny version basicly is 'The dragon isn't all evil, etc etc, we can go past'. I spent most of the time checking the chains binding the dragon in place. No locks, so I couldn't help there. Given that the dragon wasn't inclined to eat us, and it -was- apperantly related to Hal, I kept looking for a way to spring it. The chains had this...weird, cold aura around them that seemed awfully hard to miss. I'm sure the others noticed too. Oh, right. Right. Andrew was playing Publicity Agent for Hal, really talking him up, trying to butter up the snake too. Seemed to work as well as Hal's speeches did.
I snapped some shots of the dragon too. Figure I might be able to get some ideas for some kind of body armor or something from how the scales are arranged...stuff like that. Much as kevlar does the job, proper all-around armor would be better. I chose a hell of a time to tune back into the conversation...I swear to god, I think Hal was trying to seduce that lizard at one point. Anyway....another part of the reason I was studying the dragon..and the chains, for that matter. I think I might be able to build something to punch through both eventually. I'm going to need to sit down and see if my computer has a CAD program on it. If not, I can probably write something up in my spare time.
We couldn't use the power of the stones to free the dragon...directly. I thought about simply trying to loosen the bolts in the ground on the chains, but that wouldn't have worked, looking back. My next idea on the subject was much better. Well...Cindy helped with the idea, gave me the start of it. I suggested simply bludgeoning the chains -with- the stones, as they had the same power source, apperantly. After some debate, that's just what Cindy did. Apperantly it cancelled out both the stone and the chain. The chain was reduced to normal metal which was shattered easily enough. Something...odd happened to Cindy. I'm going to have to keep an extra close eye on her. She said it was nothing, that she suddenly felt cold and heard laughing, then both went away after hitting the chain. My guess is Utgard-Loki probably got a good look at her. Which I did not give him permission to, so I may have to have words with that little punk.
I did end up dissapointed, though. There wasn't a single gold coin or treasure chest in the lair! I've been playing D&D since I was five, damnit, and there's ALWAYS TREASURE. Gary Gygax, I shall pursue you to the netherworld to get answers on why you've lied to me all this time.
Anyway, I'm going to go use the teleport-thingers MIST has set up to visit the nearest Heckler & Koch factory. Going to get the parts for one of the Mark 23 Mod 0 SOCOM pistols and do some customization work. I may ask Cindy if she can do engravings...got a few ideas for the slide and grip. But mostly want to rig up something that fits me better and has more punch. Found an email in my box this morning from Kenny, bitching me out about 'that little peashooter'. Well, yelling in her own way. She just sounded dissapointed. I think she might expect more from me, what with both of our parent-gods being from the Tuatha. If this little project goes well, I'm going to see about building her a bigger rifle. Maybe something related to the Mk82 Barret.
Oh, and apperantly her sister knew the dragon. Small world, eh?
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