I think we're stuck in a bloody cutscene and nobody had the courtesy to let us know.
A bunch more talking, with one of the 'good' furballs threatening us over not wanting guff from the Krieger goons. They just stopped fighting after Krieger went down and Lexi did her Magic Dogwhistle of Ill Portent and Doom. The lot of them could have started again at any time, still could. We had damn good reason and would've been well within our rights to put them all down.
Will admit though, Cindy was looking pretty hot with all she had going on. She can get really shiny.
And my thoughts are everywhere. I think I'm just getting frustrated that we've still got half a mission to take care of. Kline's apperantly coming into town, and one of Krieger's former goons, I guess, is going to be the one meeting him while we keep an eye on things. Don't think we even really settled on a plan yet. At this point though, it might be best to either scrub the mission or haul Kline's ass in and kick it until he talks. Not exactly subtle, mind, but I think we're starting to get a time crunch.
Eh.
Cindy's been working on another painting. I didn't get much work done on my pet projects. Well, nothing on the computer, anyway. Plenty worked up in my head. Thrust-to-weight ratios are going to be a bitch if I go that route, but we'll see. Depends on how much the plating is going to weight. Not to mention the power plant, circuitry, the work I need on the targeting software, etc etc. Oh, this is going to be fun when I'm finished.
Cutting this short. Cindy's shaking my shoulder, something about Andrew exploding in a fiery motorcycle crash or something. And now she's looking over my shoulder, telling me it wasn't a crash. And now she's telling me to stop typing what she says and get up. OW! HELP HELP I'M BEING REPRESSED.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
One down, one to go
Krieger's dead.
I've added that factoid to the MIST database. The fight went about as everyone expected for the most part. He sicced his goonsquad on the lot of us - the band, plus the werewolves who thought his regime was ass on wheels. Kenny's first shot damn near took his jaw off, but...well, werewolves and regeneration. Cindy had tweaked all our weapons but Kenny's with that silver trick of hers. It was enough to keep the wolves we hit but didn't kill outright down for the count.
I...won't really write much on the fight itself past that. It was a giant clusterfuck...and me and Hal damn near tossed caution to the wind when Krieger got a nasty hit in on Kenny. But she just went full-on fuzzy and tore his everything out, then Lexi...damn, someone needs to get that girl a beer. Not sure what she did, but she ended it. Kennedy ended up finishing off Krieger when he refused to stand down.
That's that. We've still got half our mission left, and it's going to be a bitch to complete with the meeting we were supposed to observe out the window. I've got a couple of thoughts. If it was just with the pack Alpha...we might be able to get Kenny to pull the meeting off. I'll have to run that one by her when she's awake. I'm not -sure- it would work...depends on how much our mole knows about other operatives. One of the others might have a better idea.
When Cindy hasn't been glomped onto me, been working on that pet project of mine. It's...coming. I've had to do a metric shitton of reading, and gods only know where I can get the materials. Dad might have some ideas if I can get ahold of him. There's...the other option, but I don't need the others freaking out yet. The other trick is how to arm said project, and have some thoughts on that. I know in the meantime, once we're back at base, I'm picking up a bigger gun. They can have their AR back, going to see if I can check out some model of LMG. Going to need to get to lifting weights to carry the damn thing though.
Or for all I know, the magic voodoo shit in my blood will just make me stronger for no real reason other then the LOLz. It's something I've come to expect, really. The world is alot more screwed up then I ever really suspected, but you know what? Wouldn't trade it. Sure as hell beats being a register monkey at a shitty electronics shop in Brooklyn getting robbed every other week.
Closing this off. Going to download a movie and relax before the shitstorm starts up again. That old saw about 'no rest for the wicked' can eat it.
I've added that factoid to the MIST database. The fight went about as everyone expected for the most part. He sicced his goonsquad on the lot of us - the band, plus the werewolves who thought his regime was ass on wheels. Kenny's first shot damn near took his jaw off, but...well, werewolves and regeneration. Cindy had tweaked all our weapons but Kenny's with that silver trick of hers. It was enough to keep the wolves we hit but didn't kill outright down for the count.
I...won't really write much on the fight itself past that. It was a giant clusterfuck...and me and Hal damn near tossed caution to the wind when Krieger got a nasty hit in on Kenny. But she just went full-on fuzzy and tore his everything out, then Lexi...damn, someone needs to get that girl a beer. Not sure what she did, but she ended it. Kennedy ended up finishing off Krieger when he refused to stand down.
That's that. We've still got half our mission left, and it's going to be a bitch to complete with the meeting we were supposed to observe out the window. I've got a couple of thoughts. If it was just with the pack Alpha...we might be able to get Kenny to pull the meeting off. I'll have to run that one by her when she's awake. I'm not -sure- it would work...depends on how much our mole knows about other operatives. One of the others might have a better idea.
When Cindy hasn't been glomped onto me, been working on that pet project of mine. It's...coming. I've had to do a metric shitton of reading, and gods only know where I can get the materials. Dad might have some ideas if I can get ahold of him. There's...the other option, but I don't need the others freaking out yet. The other trick is how to arm said project, and have some thoughts on that. I know in the meantime, once we're back at base, I'm picking up a bigger gun. They can have their AR back, going to see if I can check out some model of LMG. Going to need to get to lifting weights to carry the damn thing though.
Or for all I know, the magic voodoo shit in my blood will just make me stronger for no real reason other then the LOLz. It's something I've come to expect, really. The world is alot more screwed up then I ever really suspected, but you know what? Wouldn't trade it. Sure as hell beats being a register monkey at a shitty electronics shop in Brooklyn getting robbed every other week.
Closing this off. Going to download a movie and relax before the shitstorm starts up again. That old saw about 'no rest for the wicked' can eat it.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
I'm Surrounded by Morons
I'm glad to see most of us care about Kenny's wellbeing.
Perhaps I'm blowing things out of proportion, but still. Everybody seems hell-bent on honoring oaths they didn't make to a known oathbreaker, and one we know will keep up that tradition during the duel with Kennedy. So fuck you, everybody else. I didn't say I'd wait until he breaks his word. Christ, even Hal is willing to hang her out to dry until Krieger breaks his terms. There's some dedication right there. Oh, they want to plan and everything, great. If it wasn't putting Kenny or Cindy in more danger, I'd tell them to go hang.
Which leads me to suspect any plans I've got are going to be outright ignored because I don't want to play along with the 'Let's get Kennedy killed' fiasco they've got going. I talked to Brynhildr and learned some interesting stuff from the MIST Werewolf database(and something else, but I need to talk to Kenny before I really write about it.) I don't know what Hal's beef is...treat her like a person and show some manners, and she's really quite nice. No doubt she's got her own plans for our merry little band, yeah, but I intend to talk to her about those when we're done with Krieger. Assuming we don't all die because of the insistence we play by rules we never agreed to.
Right. Andrew might be amenable to listening to my ideas, at least, even if he's on Hal's side in this idiocy. I'll pull him aside. I'll need Cindy too, that little Silver trick is going to factor in. Oh, this is a right bloody mess. These people...for the love of god, folks. There are times when you have to tell the powers that be to eat it and do what's right. I hope Hal falls off a building into a pit of damn sharks with laser beams on their heads.
Perhaps I'm blowing things out of proportion, but still. Everybody seems hell-bent on honoring oaths they didn't make to a known oathbreaker, and one we know will keep up that tradition during the duel with Kennedy. So fuck you, everybody else. I didn't say I'd wait until he breaks his word. Christ, even Hal is willing to hang her out to dry until Krieger breaks his terms. There's some dedication right there. Oh, they want to plan and everything, great. If it wasn't putting Kenny or Cindy in more danger, I'd tell them to go hang.
Which leads me to suspect any plans I've got are going to be outright ignored because I don't want to play along with the 'Let's get Kennedy killed' fiasco they've got going. I talked to Brynhildr and learned some interesting stuff from the MIST Werewolf database(and something else, but I need to talk to Kenny before I really write about it.) I don't know what Hal's beef is...treat her like a person and show some manners, and she's really quite nice. No doubt she's got her own plans for our merry little band, yeah, but I intend to talk to her about those when we're done with Krieger. Assuming we don't all die because of the insistence we play by rules we never agreed to.
Right. Andrew might be amenable to listening to my ideas, at least, even if he's on Hal's side in this idiocy. I'll pull him aside. I'll need Cindy too, that little Silver trick is going to factor in. Oh, this is a right bloody mess. These people...for the love of god, folks. There are times when you have to tell the powers that be to eat it and do what's right. I hope Hal falls off a building into a pit of damn sharks with laser beams on their heads.
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