MBI Agents led by Trina Korat travel to Eastern Europe to track down the whereabouts of Razor. After a long and trying flight the agents arrive in an abandonned rural village called Lochollow where they are thrust into strange circumstances involving flesh-eating zombies and unscupulous merchants looking to take advantage of the situation.
(Editor’s note: obvious RE4 homages abound)
<Hans_Lynx> 4 RPG On!
<Hans_Lynx> ::were we to all meet at MBI first?::
<Trina_Korat> ::yups! Mun says the Joe is there, but is quiet so when CK joins us tomorrow she’ll be able to have him there with them. Has their tickets with her::
<Gracie_Pat> ::shows up at MBI base, black duffel on her back. In civvies!::
<Hans_Lynx> ::sounds fine with me! shows up as well, wearing pair of khaki cargo pants, black longsleeved shirt with sleeves pushed up a bit, black shooz. carrying medium sized suitcase. goes into breakroom to see if that’s where everyone is::
<Trina_Korat> ::is in khakis and a hoodie with the sleeves pulled up and work boots. Hair is inna braid::
<Hans_Lynx> ::sets case down near door after going in breakroom:: You get the tickets?
<Hans_Lynx> ::to Trina if she be thar::
<Trina_Korat> Yeah. ::smirks:: Miss Rulebook was there to bid me a fond farewell, tho’…
<Gracie_Pat> ::is on her way to the break room. fitted black bell bottom jeans, dark green and white sneakers and a gray hoodie with a the Biohazard symbol on the front. Goggles resting on her forehead. I R the KEWL::
<Hans_Lynx> ::confused expression a moment as he thinks:: You mean Lyons? How did she know you were even there?
<Trina_Korat> ::dur, mun. Use colors. Hoodie is dark red and the khakis are bloo while the boots are brown, jez. XD::
<Trina_Korat> I don’t know. ;eyes narrow:: I think she has us… monitored.
<Trina_Korat> Joe’s gonna meet us at the airport tonight, too.
<McGrath> ((<Trina> Joe’s gonna meet us there. He’s swimming. <Hans> Really? Wouldn’t it be easier to just take a plane? <Trina> :: shrugs :: He likes a challenge ))
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::diiies!::))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::snorks:: ))
<Gracie_Pat> ::walks in and sees Trina and Hans:: .. I’m here.
<Hans_Lynx> ::nods:: Gotcha. ::takes a seat to relax a bit:: Hey Gracie. ::smiles to her::
<Trina_Korat> Hey. ::looking up::
<Gracie_Pat> Hey :3 ::leans against her desk, alittle uneasy. Her parents got moody with her leaving the country >.< ::
<Trina_Korat> You okay?
<Gracie_Pat> <.< My parents weren’t that pleased that I’m going to Lativa. But it’s okay, really.
<Trina_Korat> ::blinks, then sighs:: You are more than welcome to back out. You know that, right?
<Gracie_Pat> Yeah, but I want to go. they’re just not that pleased because I couldn’t take them with me.
<Trina_Korat> I can’t guarantee what’ll happen when we get there.
<Trina_Korat> ::chuckles: It’s not like we’re going on vacation.
<Hans_Lynx> They know it’s for your work, right?
<Gracie_Pat> They think it’s a vacation. Dad asked me to take alot of pictures.
<Gracie_Pat> I told them it’s for work.
<Hans_Lynx> Ah I see.
* McGrath is now known as Airport
<Hans_Lynx> Question. When we get there, what are we going to use to defend ourselves with since, y’know, airport security won’t let us bring our own weapons along.
<Gracie_Pat> ::half shrug:: Our killer wit?
<Airport> ((<Trina> If that’s the best wit you got you shouldn’t call it “killer.” That was more of a mild sting ))
<Hans_Lynx> ::smirks at Gracie::
<Trina_Korat> ::then has a horrible thought. If JAKE went there without his mask, will he be maskless when they find him? Looks into her duffel bag and digs through it and finds it, thankful she asked for it from Chance at the last minute. Looks at it in thought:: We’re gonna have to plead our case with the Latvian prime minister…
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!))
<Airport> <Jake> :: has no doubt made it into the country by now. Dunno if he’s arrived at his destination yet XD ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::looks over trying to see what this “it” is Trina has:: Hope you’re a great speaker then, Trina.
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Gracie_Pat> …. How should we do that? Inform him we think short pink midgets with axes are trying to overthrow his country? :: I must be obessed with midgets::
<Trina_Korat> ::it’s visible as she has it on the table, fingering it. XD:: Mark’s gonna try to talk to him while we’re flying there.
<Airport> ((<Latvian Priminister> Gaaaaah! Not the pink midgets again! :: gives them full military support :: <Trina> Wonderful ^_^ <Latvian Military> :: consists of a cart-drawn mule and a box of waterballoons ::))
<Trina_Korat> <Chance> :I am SO tying you to the Turbokat and not letting you out for the rest of your nine lives. ><::
<Trina_Korat> ((::SOOOOODEAD::))
<Hans_Lynx> I thought it was chainsaws, Gracie. ::grins. what is it? XD SK comm?::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES!::))
<Gracie_Pat> …Wait it is chainsaws.
<Gracie_Pat> ^^
<Trina_Korat> ::nopes! His mask. XD::
<Hans_Lynx> What’s that, Trina? Something to help convince the Latvian PM? ::stands now::
<Trina_Korat> No… it’s… ::bites her lower lip: Razor’s mask. ::looks up at them:: I need you to promise me something.
<Gracie_Pat> ::bites her bottom lip, watching Trina::
<Hans_Lynx> “”gpes pver tp wjere Troma is”"
<Hans_Lynx> ::goes over to where Trina is^::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Hans> Anything. <Trina> … that you will save me the last purple Peep. <Hans> O.o ))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::don’t type until you sure your hand is on right keys and you looking at screen::))
<Airport> ((<Hans> When I said “anything” I didn’t think you’d go that low ))
<Hans_Lynx> Promise you what?
<Hans_Lynx> ((::laughs both!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!!!))
<Trina_Korat> ((I’ve done that before, Hansmun. XD))
<Trina_Korat> I promised the SWAT Kats that I’d guard their secret with my life, and I’m prepared to keep that promise. ::which is what cost her her life in the future plot, yesXD:: If I find him, I’ll let you know, but you have to let me go on ahead to put this back on him. ::showing the mask:: I’m not about to let the SWAT Kats fall the way Dark Kat has instigated it.
<Trina_Korat> I need to go alone until further notice.
<Hans_Lynx> ::frowns:: What if you CAN’T put it on him alone, Trina?
<Gracie_Pat> ::watching, understands she does XD::
<Airport> ((<Trina> Then I must murder all of you to protect the secret when we’re done ))
<Trina_Korat> ((::DIES::))
<Trina_Korat> I’ll take my chances. If I can’t… then I’ll call for backup.
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ::takes in a breath then exhales:: I can’t promise that, Trina. He may be dangerous.
<Hans_Lynx> Who knows what Dark Kat’s done to him.
<Trina_Korat> At this point, Dark Kat is more dangerous. Razor is nothing compared to what Dark Kat can do. ::eyes narrow::
<Airport> ((<Dark Kat> I’m quite evil. I even listed than in my resume ))
<Airport> ((that^))
<Trina_Korat> ((::DIES!:: <Dark Kat> I also co-authored the new Villains’ Handbook))
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Dark Kat> Right underneath how I can knit a pair of mittens in five seconds flat. ))
<Trina_Korat> ((::SOOODEAD::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies y’all!::))
<Airport> ((<Dark Kat> :: prefers the mittens because they don’t have fingers. Gloves are too much trouble for him ::))
<Hans_Lynx> Well, we’ll just see what happens then.
<Gracie_Pat> ::is just being quiet because she doesn’t have anything to add to the conversation::
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::dying:: ))
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Dark Kat>:;wishes all handwear didn’t get holes in at the ends due to his massive claws. manicure always gets ruined::))
<Airport> ((<Trina> Shut up and know your place! <Gracie> I didn’t say anything- <Trina> You were thinking it ))
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Trina_Korat> ::nods:: Alright… ::sucks in a deep breath and stands:: Let’s go.
<Gracie_Pat> (( LOL!))
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!::))
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Trina>…. to the MBI MOBILE! ))
<Hans_Lynx> You two want me to carry your things out?
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!:: <Ringo> HEY! No one takes that hunk of junk without my permission! ><))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::diesboth!::))
<Airport> :: awaits XD ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::adjusts the duffel over her shoulder:: Nope, I can manage :3
<Trina_Korat> ::chuckles:: It ain’t much, Hans. ::shows duffell bag, puts it over shoulder, too::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Hans> But I’m a guuuuuyyyyyy I’m supposed help you all outt and be all gentemanly! ::whines:: ))
<Hans_Lynx> ::takes up his suitcase and follows out after the ladies::
<Hans_Lynx> ((XD))
<Gracie_Pat> ::exits after Trina::
<Gracie_Pat> (( BRB ::mun on the hunt for SWEETS:: ))
<Trina_Korat> ((::Dies!: <Trina and Gracie> Fine> ::toss their 90 pound bags into Hans’ arms:: <Hans> :;THUD::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::snorks!:: <Hans> I forgot what all she-kats think they gotta bring to a trip…))
<Airport> ((<Hans> :: hauling large, 100 lb case :: Alright, what’s in this thing that’s so darn important? :: opens it up, to reveal a giant hair dryer :: I thought I said only bring the bare minimum essentials?! <Trina> My hairmaster 5000 is essential! ))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dead!:: <Hans> I doubt it’ll get through the post 9-11 security, Trina. -_-; ))
<Trina_Korat> ((::SOOOOOOOODEAD!!!!!::: <Hans> Geez, Joe was right. You ARE ugly when you’re angry… <Trina> ::beats both Hans AND Joe up… with the hairdryer!:: ))
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Hans_Lynx> ::what car we takiiing?::
<Trina_Korat> ::YOURS -g-::
<Hans_Lynx> ::… I don’t wanna leave Tasha’s ride at the airport! If something happens to it, the Porsche will suffferrrrr -g- goes to his car anyway as that’s where Trina went. unlocks trunk and puts his bag in::
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::dyiing at everyone XD:: back. ))
<Trina_Korat> ::does the same::
<Airport> :: awaits… and awaits some more XD ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((wb!))
<Gracie_Pat> ::follows suit, Yay! XD Let’s get a going loves!::
<Gracie_Pat> ((Danke!))
<Hans_Lynx> ::closes trunk, gets in car, yadda yadda, they’re at the airport! HAHAHAH!::
<Trina_Korat> ::gets OUT her bag now. Yoo-hoo, airport! We’re heeeeeeeeee-reeeeee.
<Trina_Korat> ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::taking his suitcase ‘n follows ‘long with Trina::
<Gracie_Pat> ::we’re here! yay such a short drive. Plucks out duffel, heads inside::
<Airport> :: is bustling with the typical airport activity. The terminal awaits… after lengthy and intrusive security checking that is XD ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::glad they know that I’m not carrying explosives in my shoes. -g- heads over to the seating area unless it’s time to board::
<Trina_Korat> ::follows Hans after showing the tickets and their passports::
<Airport> <Boarding Call> :: is announced soon enough once they’re through ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::<.< thought the security got alittle fresh with her. meanies.::
<Trina_Korat> Well, here goes nothing…
<Trina_Korat> :heads towards the gate::
<Gracie_Pat> ::following behind Hans, shows her tix and passport::
<Airport> <Airplane> :: is a large 747. Will be heading directly into Europe, with a layover in… Paris. But only for about 45 mins XD ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::shows his own passport and ticket then goes to gate::
<Gracie_Pat> ::goes after Hans, shows her passport and ticket again then goes through the gate::
<Trina_Korat> By the way, I decided to be generous. :Smirks, got them first class tix::
<Airport> <Seats> :: looks like Trina got the cheap ones in the center XD ::
<Airport> :: er, yeah XD ::
<Trina_Korat> ::I did?O.O That ticketer gipped me!::
<Trina_Korat> ::I want my money back, dangit! XD::
<Gracie_Pat> ::XD::
<Airport> ((<Hans> If this is your idea of generousity I’d hate to see what you’re like when you don’t share… ))
<Trina_Korat> ::then eyes the seats:: Of course, I was probably in a bad mood at the time…
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIIES::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((That’s what you get for going with Orbitz.com. -g-))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::Dies:: )
<Airport> ((<Trina> First class coach? :: quirks an eyebrow :: <Hans> I think you wanted first class first class ))
<Hans_Lynx> You did? ::are they first class or coach? XD::
<Gracie_Pat> ::takes a seat in her alotted seat, which ever class it is :P ::
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ::Trina and her rock’nroll money::
<Trina_Korat> ::uh… coach? XD::
<Airport> <Gracie’s Ticket> :: shows as first class :: <Trina’s and Hans> :: are coach XD ::
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::Dying:: ))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES!:: Airports played by MoDaD are even evil!))
<Trina_Korat> ((<Gracie> Whoo! Later, suckers!))
<Airport> <Stewardess> :: oh, I mean “flight attendant” XD aksing them to take their seats ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::takes a seat.:: I can refund you for the ticket later. ::used to First Class XD but will live with coach. -g-::
<Trina_Korat> ::sighs, takes her seat:: Don’t worry about it.
<Trina_Korat> ::buckles up::
<Gracie_Pat> ::buckles up too, Coach is not meant for tall kats >.<::
<Hans_Lynx> ::sees Gracie going for her seat, waves to her.::
<Trina_Korat> ::your ticket be first class, tho’, Gracie. According to MoDaD Airlines. XD::
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Joe>::ended up getting put in cargo. sitting next to a crate containing a large angry mean dog that won’t stop barking at him::))
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!::))
<Airport> <Pilot> :: starts to speak over the intercom :: Alright everyone, I’ll be your captain for the flight. Looks like we’ve got clear skies across the Atlantic so our 12 hour flight should go smoothly. Pay attention to the safety instructions that the flight attendants will be giving. Thanks for choosing Megakat Airlines. Hope you enjoy the flight.
<Gracie_Pat> :: Oh well, then XD… eyes her ticket then Hans and Trina. Frowns slightly.. Oh man… Waves to Hans and Trina before she disappeares into first class::
<Trina_Korat> ((“Thank you for flying MoDaD Airlines, where Evil flies you everywhere but the destination you wish to go to.”))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::snorks!:: ))
<Trina_Korat> ::smiles to Gracie, waves back at her::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Pilot> I would also like to inform the passengers that I am not wearing pants, but a grass skirt and a coconut bra. ))
<Airport> <flight Attendant> :: does the usual “if we crash you probably won’t survive but what the heck” presentation at the front of the cabin XD ::
<Trina_Korat> I have a feeling a family of three has the tickets I originally paid for…
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!:: <Pilot> Also, there is only one working parachute, which is strapped to my back. ))
<Gracie_Pat> ::is alittle like o.o at sitting in first class::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Pilot> So in the event of a crash, only I… the grand master of the skirt shall survive. ))
<Trina_Korat> ((:SOOOODEAD::))
<Airport> <Family of Three> :: in first class sitting next to Gracie, can be overheard as they talk :: This is abosultely great, getting bumped up to first class :: <Wife> :: looks at Gracie :: We’ve never flown first class before, how about you?
<Hans_Lynx> ((::snorks!:: Welcome and thank you for using MoDaD airlines. We have a 22% rate of successful safe arrivals and have been voted most dangerous airline by … well pretty much everyone. Note the emergency exits are located ever other row and please fasten your seatbelts and put on your parachutes before we take off. Thank you, and have a nightmarish day!))
<Gracie_Pat> ::eyes the wife:: …. First time..
<Airport> <Small child> :: kicks the back of Gracie’s seat every so often XD ::
* Airport is now known as Airplane
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!::))
<Gracie_Pat> ::oh joy. =__= wishes she was able to smuggle in cherry bombs::
<Airplane> :: with that done, begins to taxi towards the runway and once they’re cleared for takeoff, they speed up and soar into the sky ::
<Hans_Lynx> So I see.
<Airplane> <Spastic Passenger> :: next to Hans, face starts to turn green. Grabs Hans’ air-sickness bag as he’s already used his and well…uses it XD ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::wrinkles nose a bit:: We have a layover by chance…?
<Trina_Korat> ((<Gracie> ><* ::then slooooooooowly turns around to the kid:: Hey, Kid… Did you ever stop to think what I do to little kids that bother me? ::evil grin:: <Kid> …o.o <Gracie> I smile… and smile… and smiiiiiiile until they’re not too sure what I”m smiling about. >D <Kid> ….. ::curls up and falls asleep!:: <Gracie> ^_^))
<Trina_Korat> ::siiiiiiighs, rubs at her forehead::
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Airplane> <Large Passenger> :: sitting next to Trina, taking up more than his fair share of space, kind of starting to spill over into Trina’s area a bit XD ::
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::Dying!:: She’s say that too XD ))
<Airplane> <Flight> :: 12 hours of suffering later… XD :: <Airplane> :: lands at Paris International ::
<Trina_Korat> ::groans softly::
<Hans_Lynx> ::glad to have finally arrived. X_x::
<Trina_Korat> :is exhausted::
<Hans_Lynx> ::exits the plane and all, metting up with Gracie ‘n the silent Joe unless he went ahead::
<Gracie_Pat> ::legs are aching, has been sleeping half the flight, after she wore the kid out behind her by playing some silly game XD::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Joe> ZOMG I NEED COFFEE. ::bolts:: <trina> O.o ))
<Trina_Korat> ::comes out of the plane, stretches and feels all of her vertabrae popping:
<Gracie_Pat> ::meets up with Trina and Hans <3::
<Trina_Korat> Have a good flight? ::to Gracie::
<Airplane> ((<overhead storage> :: someone banging on the door from the inside above Gracie can be heard XD ::))
<Trina_Korat> ((::SOOOOOOOOODEAD!!!:: XD))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::diies::))
<Gracie_Pat> …. Well… kinda… but I wish you guys were in first class to keep me company.
<Airplane> <Airport Intercom> :: once they exit the plane, can be heard :: “Bonjour ! Accueillir � Paris. ”
<Trina_Korat> Again, I still think someone else got the tickets I paid for. I’ll yell at the airline later.
<Gracie_Pat> Well there was this husband and wife talking about how they were bumped to first class, they were sitting next to me..
<Hans_Lynx> That makes two of us. ::grumblebleh:: Let’s go get us a hotel already, I need a bath. ::managed to not get barfed on XD but several close calls and that other kat smelled funny::
<Hans_Lynx> Unless we’re flying into Latvia from Paris.
<Gracie_Pat> ::hey I thought our layover was only 45 minutes XD::
<Airplane> <Dirty Looking Individual> :: holding up a piece of cardboard with the word “Korat” scribbled on it::
<Trina_Korat> ::sees the individual:: This way, guys. ::heads there::
<Gracie_Pat> <.< ::eying around teh port, follows Trina::
<Hans_Lynx> ::goes over to where Trina does. glancing around a bit::
<Airplane> <Dirty Looking Individual> Parler vous fransssez? :: says with an obviously bad accent XD ::
* Airplane is now known as Airport
<Gracie_Pat> (( <trina> Hey you aren’t the chocolate seller I was expecting! ))
<Gracie_Pat> (( brb yet again >.< ))
<Hans_Lynx> Non.
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES and ok!::))
<Airport> :: has large windows where Paris can be seen from. The Eiffel Tower shines in the distance, as it’s starting to turn evening there ::
<Airport> <Dirty Looking Individual> Oy, ‘ow about English then, mates? :: says with a heavy Australian accent ::
<Trina_Korat> ::shakes her head:: Je ne parle pas beaucoup fran�ais, seulement anglais. ::knows VERY little French. I.e., what she knows she learned from one semester in college.::
<Trina_Korat> Yes, we do.
<Airport> <Dirty Looking Individual> Perfect, we’ll then, I’m your ride from here to Lochhollow in Latvia. I’ll have you guys ‘dere fastah than a dingo can eat a baybee! :: leads the way ::
<Trina_Korat> Wait… ::frowning:: I.. thought we were flying th-… You’re our pilot, aren’t you?
<Gracie_Pat> (( I’m back XD))
<Trina_Korat> ((WB!))
<Hans_Lynx> ((wb!))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES dingo::))
<Gracie_Pat> ::oh noez XD…. eyes Trina::
<Airport> <Dirty Looking Individual> Yes I ‘yam, ma’am. Name’s Dirty Dan Stevensen. But ‘moy friends just call me Dirty Dan :: holds out a fingerless-gloved hand. :: <Flies> :: a few of them can be seen buzzing around him ::
* Airport is now known as Dirty_Dan
<Trina_Korat> ::can already feel her stomach dropping. Flying there with her vertigo in a REGULAR plane was bad enough.:: Uh… hi.
<Hans_Lynx> I can see why. ::smirks::
<Trina_Korat> Well… we’re… ready, I guess.
<Dirty_Dan> ‘Dats what everyone says, but I can never figure out why :: to Hans. Is serious XD :: Anyway mates, if you’ll just follow me down this way :: exits out a side door that heads to the runway outside :: Bonjer, mate! :: tips dusty fedora style hat at security guard there ::
<Trina_Korat> Uuuuuuuuuuugh… ::goes after::
<Gracie_Pat> ::follows, oy vey::
<Dirty_Dan> <Guard> :: wrinkles nose :: C’est puanteurs… :: mutters ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::chuckles, carrying his case along with!::
<Gracie_Pat> ::wonders if all missions are like this… lucky for her she doesn’t notice if Dan is smellly or not XD::
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD, Guard!:: <Guard> LE PEW!))
<Dirty_Dan> ((::snorks::))
<Dirty_Dan> :: leads them to an equally dirty and not so safe looking 2 engine prop-plane ::
<Trina_Korat> Eh, boy…
<Trina_Korat> ::looking at plane::
<Gracie_Pat> ….. ::looks at Trina:: … not all missions start like this do they?
<Dirty_Dan> ((<Trina> Only the ones that result in something unpleasant ))
<Trina_Korat> ::small voice:: Sometimes.
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD))
<Gracie_Pat> o.o
<Dirty_Dan> :: opens a cargo door, which promptly falls off :: Uh heh, it does that sometimes. We’ll, if you’ll just hand me your luggage.
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dying::))
<Trina_Korat> I’ll…! Keep my luggage to myself, thank you.
<Gracie_Pat> Same here. :: i do not trust your bugs::
<Trina_Korat> ::clinging to it::
<Hans_Lynx> ::eyes the plane:: When’s the last time this bird saw a maintence check?
<Dirty_Dan> A whut now? :: scratches head ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::hands the guy his bag::
<Hans_Lynx> Maintenence… you know, make sure everything works properly?
<Dirty_Dan> ‘Oy, this baby is completely reliable. You can bet your lives on it :: ribs Hans with his elbow a bit :: Not likes you’ve got a choice! :: laughs, takes Hans bag and puts it inside ::
<Trina_Korat> ::starts opening and closing her mouth::
<Trina_Korat> ::is disbelief, that it::
<Trina_Korat> *is
<Gracie_Pat> ::is quiet. this guy reminds her too much of her crazy uncle Floyd.::
<Dirty_Dan> :: lifts up the door and puts it back in place with a bit of effort :: Alright ‘den. If you’ll all just board we can be up in the air in less time than it takes a kangeroo to beat a koala at chess then mates! :: jumps inside to the pilot’s seat ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::sighs:: Fine. ::climbs up into the prop plane. will sit in the seat closest to the front, maybe even next to Dirty Dan if there’s a co-pilot seat empty::
<Trina_Korat> ::is clinging to Joe’s arm, staring at it all, eyes wide::
<Gracie_Pat> ::will sit next to Trina if she’s able to <.< ::
<Trina_Korat> ::and then is probably drug on board with much effort. XD::
<Gracie_Pat> ::XD. We both can cling ot Joe XD::
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Joe> Score! Two ladies baby. Who needs a mun? Psh. ))
<Dirty_Dan> <Interior> :: is in equal disrepair, the seats having patches of duct tape on them to hold them together :: <Chickens> :: cluck from their cages in the back :: <Dirty Dan> Oh yeah, I’m also making some deliveries on the way there. Hopes you don’t mind :: starts up the engines ::
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!))
<Gracie_Pat> :X ::oh man, <.<::
<Hans_Lynx> How many, deliveries? ::hears clucking of the chickens::
<Trina_Korat> ::sucks in a deep breath, starts muttering:: It’s worth it… it’s worth it… it’s worth it…
<Dirty_Dan> Just a few. You won’t even notice em’! :: takes off eratically into the sky ::
<Dirty_Dan> <Radio> :: can be overheard :: “Sacr’e bleu!”
<Hans_Lynx> ::grunts at the bumpy take off. disgusted at how this guy’s let his plane go::
<Dirty_Dan> :: turns the radio off :: I never liked ‘dat station anyway
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!))
<Dirty_Dan> <4 hours later…> :: the trip extended by several hours due to more than a few deliveries, finally arrives in Latvia XD ::
<Trina_Korat> It’s worth it… It’s worth it… It’s worth it…
<Gracie_Pat> ::also mumbling ‘it’s worth it’ XD::
<Hans_Lynx> ::half asleep by this time lol::
<Hans_Lynx> ::dozing in and out of it when they finally land::
<Dirty_Dan> ‘Aight ‘den mates. We’re here! :: lands with less than finess XD ::
<Gracie_Pat> =___= ::wants a shower. She smells like a chicken::
<Trina_Korat> ::is thrown forward, air cut off from the seat belt::
<Gracie_Pat> ::belt works too well and doesn’t give that much when she goes forward. OW. will have a bruise XD::
<Dirty_Dan> :: brings the plane to a complete stop so they can disembark :: Thanks for choosing Dirty Dan’s Clean Air Service. I hopes that you’ll choose us again :: reading off of greasy a printout XD ::
<Dirty_Dan> ((off of a^))
<Gracie_Pat> <.< Right. ::gets out of the plance as quickly as she can::
<Trina_Korat> ::leaps off the plane, falls to her knees. Is visibly shaking::
<Gracie_Pat> ::kisses the ground::
<Hans_Lynx> Herk! ::jolted awake. graons and gets up, rubs at his sore bottom. climbs out of the plane and takes his suitcase out of it::
<Dirty_Dan> Like ‘dey say. Any landing you can walk away from! :: grins semi-toothless grin. Starts the plane up anew and zooms away ::
<Trina_Korat> ::shakily stands:: Hotel… Right…
* Dirty_Dan is now known as Region
<Hans_Lynx> PLEASE hotel…
<Gracie_Pat> …. yes… where is a nice Hostel?
<Trina_Korat> Mark told me there’d be someone waiting to take us to a hotel somewhere… ::looks around::
<Gracie_Pat> If it’s another tom with bad hygiene I may vomit.
<Region> :: seems to be stuck in some kind of perpetual twilight, covered in rocky hills and sparse vegitation. Looks very gray :: <Road> :: a dirt road, leads away from a deserted airstrip :: <Old Wooden Arrow Sign> :: has the towns name :: “Lochollow, 1 km”
<Hans_Lynx> I’m not seeing anyone with another sign for you, Trina. ::frowns at the Arrow Sign::
<Hans_Lynx> We may be having a long walk ahead.
<Region> <Raven> :: sitting atop that sign, caws at them and then flies away ::
<Trina_Korat> That… or Mark probably flunked geography. ::sighs:: Well, we’ve been sitting allday. Won’t kill us to walk for a couple miles.
<Gracie_Pat> Yeah. ::adjusts her duffel on her back::
<Hans_Lynx> ::starts walking with the ladies. wishing for a soft bed, hot bath and cold drink::
<Trina_Korat> ::stretches again, yawning:: S
<Trina_Korat> ((-S))
<Region> <Town> :: after that 1km distance, appears around a bend. Is an old timey European style village. No signs of modern infrastructure. :: <Sign> :: at the entrance, looking slightly broken and worn :: “Lochollow”
<Trina_Korat> So this is it…
<Trina_Korat> ::once they get there::
<Hans_Lynx> Thank goodness… ::yawns::
<Region> <Main Street> :: is a dirt road that looks like it hasn’t had a car ever driven on it :: <Buildings> :: meet the typical village style, but window shutters are closed. No sign of anyone :: <Building> :: near the entrance, looks to be a post office ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::looking about the place:: ….. oh joy.
<Trina_Korat> Well, let’s see if we can’t find an inn or something. ::heads into the town, looking for one::
<Hans_Lynx> ::goes along after:: I feel like I’ve gone back in time again.
<Trina_Korat> ::finds what appears to be an inn, knocks on the door::
<Region> <Inn> :: can be seen a little ways down the street. Window shutters ae also closed there too ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::frowning at all of this::
<Trina_Korat> ::your post before mine, regionmun. XD::
<Region> <Inn> :: the door opens as its knocked on as it wasn’t fully closed. Creaks eerily ::
<Trina_Korat> ::blinks, cautiously steps in:: Uh… allo?
<Region> <Interior> :: is a typical tavern setup, except that many tables and chairs have been overturned. Several wooden ale barrels are splintered and broken. The fireplace is out, and there are several pools of blood in various spots, but no sign of anyone ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::frowns a bit. finds things to be too quiet despite the time of evening::
<Hans_Lynx> ::then goes inside the Inn. notes the scene::
<Trina_Korat> ::eyes wide, then frowns stepping in:: Allo? ::calling out now::
<Gracie_Pat> …. this can’t be good, at all. ::behind hans::
<Region> <Dragging Noise> :: can be heard coming from down the street outside the tavern, like something metallic being drug across the dirt ::
<Region> <Inn> :: no response to Trina’s “Allo,” which btw would be odd in many european cultures as that’s reserved for telephone etiquette XD ::
<Hans_Lynx> Shh! ::says to the two, pulls them all the way in and sets his bag down just inside next to a wall. slides up against window, peeks through shutters::
<Hans_Lynx> ::did this on reflex hearing dragging noise::
<Gracie_Pat> ::covers her mouth with a hand::
<Region> <Dragging Noise> :: the source of it can soon be seen as a single individual can be seen walking strangely down the street towards their general direction, dragging a tree-cutting axe in one hand that looks to be bloodstained ::
<Trina_Korat> ::eyes wide, whispered:: What in the world…?
<Region> ((<Hans> We’re not in Kansas anymore… <Gracie> don’t you mean Paris? ))
<Hans_Lynx> ::sees the individual and his weapon. tail flicks a few times:: Wish that was one of Gracie’s midgets. ::whispers back. goes over and if there’s a broken bottle, picks it up for a weapon. returns to the shutters::
<Gracie_Pat> (( :LOL ))
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Trina_Korat> ::looks around for a weapon as well, finds a discarded, long handled broom. Quietly breaks off the broom part and keeps the stick::
<Region> <Individual> :: getting closer to the tavern. Is close enough to see his eyes, which are pupil-less. Walks stiffly, like a corpse, towards the door, breathing laboressly ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::notes everyone is finding weapons… poke around the tavern before she produces a small rusty knife. hey it’ll work she guesses >.< ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::grip tightens on the bottle. tense and ready for this guy::
<Trina_Korat> :frowning::
<Trina_Korat> ::grips her broom stick tightly::
<Region> :: enters into the tavern, smelling of death. Dragging the axe behind him ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::wrinkles her nose, ugh!::
<Trina_Korat> ::keeps herself against the wall behind him::
<Hans_Lynx> ::crouching low, near wall waiting by a table::
<Gracie_Pat> ::hiding behind what is supposed to be the ‘bar’::
<Region> :: walks towards Hans, dragging the axe, seems to take note of his presence. Growls something uninteligible and grabs the axe with both hands to raise it up, moving sluggishly ::
<Region> <Individual> ^
* Region is now known as Zombie_01
<Trina_Korat> Lynx, move! ::rushes at him, attempting to hit him with the stick in the back::
<Hans_Lynx> ::stands fully:: I wouldn’t suppose you’re the Inn keeper? ::grabs up chair with free hand to fling it towards Zombie::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Gracie>::makes up a moltov cocktail chucks it at the zombie:: <Zombie>::runs off screaming setting the village on fire:: <Hans and Trina>::glare at Gracie:: <Gracie>… I thought he was a slow moving zombie…. ))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD))
<Zombie_01> :: is hit with the chair and stuck in the back, and drops the axe. Is knocked on the floor on its back ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Hans_Lynx> ::rushes forward now, flings bottle aside and snatches up that axe::
<Zombie_01> :: once knocked down, doesn’t move for a moment, but slowly starts to get up ::
<Trina_Korat> ::eyes wide as Hans does that:: What… in the world…?
<Hans_Lynx> Stay down, or I’ll use this! ::steps a bit back from zombie guy::
<Zombie_01> :: gets up, seeming to either disregard or not care about the weapon. Reaches forward with both hands outstretched and mouth wide open, as if going to bite Hans ::
<Trina_Korat> ::pulls Hans away::
<Hans_Lynx> I mean it! ::backs up, noting this thing seems so inhuman (infeline? XD) then on instinct swings in an attempt to behead it::
<Hans_Lynx> ::pulled away by Trina after doing such::
<Zombie_01> :: is hit in the head and clatters to the ground. Doesn’t bleed, just has a large open black gash ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::still behind the bar XD::
<Trina_Korat> Okay… ::backing away with Hans to where Gracie and Joe are:; Am I the only one who believes that we somehow walked into a Resident Evil game?
<Hans_Lynx> ::makes a face of disgust:: … okay, I think zombies are not just science fiction…
<Hans_Lynx> ::looks at Trina:: We need to walk OUT, and fast, before more of those things come around.
<Trina_Korat> Agreed. Let’s get outta here.
<Zombie_01> <Moaning/Grunting Noises> :: can be heard outside down the street ::
<Gracie_Pat> We should make with teh going. I really don’t like that noise coming from the street.
<Zombie_01> ((<Trina> I knew my xenophobia was justified! ))
<Gracie_Pat> ::soon stands up again, and quickly goes for the door::
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!!))
<Zombie_01> <Crowd> :: has since amassed outside near the village entrance where they came from, blocking that exit. Zombies are of several shapes and sizes, some holding torches, others holding various farm equipment. They’re moving steadily towards the inn ::
<Hans_Lynx> No. Let’s go out the back. ::says to Gracie. just going to leave his luggage behind XD just clothes and such anyway. moves past bar and towards a back entrance::
<Gracie_Pat> ::follows Hans sugguestion, and follows him! knew she should have smuggled boom boom stuff XD::
<Zombie_01> ((<Hans> :: notes a text prompt super-imposed above him :: “Aquired Axe.” Uh…yeah…))
<Gracie_Pat> (( :
: ))
<Zombie_01> <Back Exit> :: leads into an alley of sorts that has several empty ale barrels stewn about ::
<Gracie_Pat> … don’t we have to behead the zombies for them to die?
<Trina_Korat> ::starts going, then goes back to her duffel bag and takes out Razor’s mask, tying it around her wrist and running out after him::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies::))
<Trina_Korat> ((them, even))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!))
<Gracie_Pat> ::still has her duffel bag XD lucky her::
<Zombie_01> <Front Exit> :: zombies start to come in, filling up the tavern area ::
<Hans_Lynx> Yeah. So you’ll need a bigger knife than that. ::leads way down alley since he’s the axe man.::
<Gracie_Pat> Maybe there’s a black smith shop, or something I can find one in. This place looks old enough for it.
<Trina_Korat> We need actual weapons.
<Gracie_Pat> I know how to make a shot gun, but that won’t do us much good if I can’t find the materials.
<Gracie_Pat> ::mun saw it on another zombie movie XD::
<Hans_Lynx> Blacksmith’s sounds like our best bet. ::hoping to find one as they move along::
* Zombie_01 is now known as Zombies
<Trina_Korat> Whatever works. ::looking behind them::
<Zombies> :: gradually moving after them, reaching the back door of the tavern ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::checks in windows as they go, presumably finds such a place?::
<Gracie_Pat> ::looks back at the tavern, frowns:: Crud.. this isn’t good at all
<Zombies> <Blacksmith Shop> :: is found. Windows are boarded and the door is locked ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::tries the door for the blacksmith shop, frowns when she finds out it’s locked…. Eyes Hans with that axe XD::
<Hans_Lynx> ::unlocks it by using that axe to break in. pushes open door::
<Hans_Lynx> Quickly, quickly. ::goes in with them::
<Gracie_Pat> ::scurries inside::
<Zombies> <Door> :: swings open, to reveal a blackened interior with several sharp metal tools hanging from various shelves ::
<Trina_Korat> ::gets intside!::
<Hans_Lynx> ::shuts door after the three others get in. will guard it while they look::
<Hans_Lynx> Good thing those zombies are slow… Though I wish we had a car or something to get outta here quicker. ::wishes he had more rest too before now::
<Zombies> :: reach the door, start banging on it. Moaning noises are a lot louder now ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::glances along what is there. Choosing what would be her best options for a weapon. Wondering if these zombies will be like the one she’s seen in the movies.::
<Trina_Korat> ::looking around:: Need a gun… need a gun… ::beat, grabs a thin sword:: Well…
<Hans_Lynx> Guys… pick it up…
<Gracie_Pat> ::finds a butcher knife. Hey it’ll work. :: … Okay okay. ::tucks a few more sharp pointys into her duffle::
<Trina_Korat> ::straps a dagger to her leg and the sword to her back, beat, frowns, goes towards the back and finds a large wooden crate::
<Zombies> <Boarded Window> :: breaks apart as a few Zombies start to pour in ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::gives a startled shout! begans to back towards a corner <.<::
<Hans_Lynx> Let’s move it! ::hurries to the front exit of the blacksmith’s place, opening door and going out::
<Gracie_Pat> ::bolts after Hans!::
<Trina_Korat> ::breaks the crate open, eyes wide, grabs a couple somethings and runs out after them::
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::flails, wishes the caffiene would keep working for her ;__; :: ))
<Zombies> ((<Prompt> “Trina acquired ether” <Trina> … ))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))
<Zombies> :: continuing after them ::
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!!))
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Prompt> “Trina acquired Rat flail” ))
<Hans_Lynx> ::hurries down the street, hopefully by the others::
<Zombies> <Police Station> :: or what appears to be, is just off the mainstreet ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::runs in the direction of the police station, she hopes XD::
<Trina_Korat> ::running after them::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::snorks:: <Trina> What do I do with this crud? Eesh. ::tosses it away:: <Rat flail>::apparently brings kats back to life! poof Zombie returns to normal:: Hey… I’m… I’m aliiaaaaaaagh! ::gotten by the others again:: <Hans> … smoooth Trina, real smooth.))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!!))
<Gracie_Pat> (( :: )
<Hans_Lynx> ::rushes to police station as well!::
<Zombies> <Police Station> :: door is open and ajar, but looks reinforced ::
<Gracie_Pat> hurry!
<Hans_Lynx> ::goes inside with the others! pulls door shut after all are in!::
<Trina_Korat> Gracie! ::tosses her a bottle of alcohol she found in one of the crates, grabs up a piece of fabric on the ground:: Tell me you have a match!
<Hans_Lynx> ::locks it too::
<Hans_Lynx> ::or will rather. waits for ‘em:;
<Zombies> :: reach the outside, start pounding on the door/walls ::
<Gracie_Pat> When do I not? ::catches the bottle tossed by Trina, and the piece of rag::
<Gracie_Pat> ::Stuffs the bottle now with the rag, give it a shake to soak the rag and the ‘wick’::
<Trina_Korat> On your count! ::stuffs her own piece of fabric, strikes a rock on the tip of the bottle to set it aflame. No, she hasn’t a clue waht she’s doing, but she’s seen lots of TV::
<Zombies> <Chainsaw> :: can be heard starting up just outside the door XD ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::produces a match and lights her wick:: MARK ! ::chucks the moltov at the zombie mob then bolts anew to the building::
<Trina_Korat> :does the same, runs after her::
<Gracie_Pat> ::mun thought it was ‘on your mark’ not ‘on your count’ XD::
<Zombies> :: are lit aflame, but keep walking towards them. Gradually are consumed by flame, but undeterred in the process ::
<Trina_Korat> ::lol whatever works. XD::
<Gracie_Pat> …… It’s all…. worth it……
<Hans_Lynx> ::watches the girls’ progress within the police station!:: Hurry up!
<Trina_Korat> ::goes inside, gasping for breath::
<Gracie_Pat> ::dives into that police station once she’s close enough, watch out Hans! Cue horribly bad ‘slide’ into home base::
<Hans_Lynx> ::holding door for ‘em, assuming they still ahead of the zombies. slams and locks door now XD::
<Zombies> <Zombie> :: lugging a chainsaw, swings it in Han’s general direction when he yells from the door XD ::
<Hans_Lynx> Whoah! ::glad that missed lol hears chainsaw hitting door::
<Hans_Lynx> So how are flaming zombies going to help us again?
<Gracie_Pat> It seemed like a good idea at the time.
<Trina_Korat> It seemed like a good idea at the time, wise guy. ::
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies, Gracie, jinx. XD::))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::Dies:: ))
<Trina_Korat> Now what?
<Gracie_Pat> We call Mark and let him know the arrangements he did leaves alot to be desired?
<Hans_Lynx> ::smirks at the two a moment::
<Trina_Korat> I can try. Unfortunately, my celphone’s in my bag…. back at the inn.
<Zombies> <Chainsaw> :: blade cuts through the door abruptly, and starts to slowly cut down through it XD ::
<Gracie_Pat> :X ::at the door:: … Um… guys… we got problems.
<Hans_Lynx> … okay well how about we see if there’s a phone here and if so if you can get ahold of someone to send in back up.
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Hans> ::calls up MBI:: Hello? Yo we need someone here ASAP. <Receptionist> Well it would still take a full day. <Hans> then fine, don’t blame me when I come back wanting to eat your BRAINS. ))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD))
<Trina_Korat> We need to hold them back as much as we can. Where are we, anyway?
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Tasha> I’m engaged to a zombie! ((
<Gracie_Pat> ..lochollow or something I think.
<Zombies> <Police Station> :: looks like it’s already been ransacked. Storage compartments strewn about, drawers lying on the floor, papers strewn too ::
<Trina_Korat> That I know. What building are we in?
<Gracie_Pat> ::loosk around some of the strewn papers:: … a … errr….
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!!))
<Hans_Lynx> Police station from the looks of it.
<Gracie_Pat> (( I’m about to drop @_@ ))
<Zombies> <Ammunition Boxes> :: emptied and strewn about the floor ::
<Zombies> <Bells> :: in the distance, can be heard tolling ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((XD if you need to go is okay. Can drag her ’round with Joe chara XD))
<Zombies> <Chainsaw> :: stops and withdraws ::
<Trina_Korat> ((WHat she said. XD))
<Trina_Korat> What in…?
<Zombies> <Noises> :: begin to subside ::
<Gracie_Pat> ((Sure @_@ ::wants to keep in here, but needs sleep!:: ))
<Hans_Lynx> … ::hears bells tolling in the distance, and notes the zombies ceasing their attack::
<Trina_Korat> ((::loafs:: Get some sleep, bebeb. XD))
<Gracie_Pat> ((nighty night everyone <3 <3 I’ll see you guys later! ::glompage for all:: ))
* Gracie_Pat has quit IRC (Quit: She’s a thriller… She’s a Killer… Spookshow baby!)
<Trina_Korat> ::looks outside::
<Hans_Lynx> ::does likewise::
<Hans_Lynx> ::through window XD::
<Zombies> <Outside> :: the zombies are nowhere to be seen ::
<Trina_Korat> ::frowns, slowly walks outside::
<Hans_Lynx> Hoookay… ::goes ’round to other side of building to look out there as well::
<Zombies> <In the distance> :: a large, ominous looking castle that couldn’t be seen before is where the bell tolling is coming from ::
<Trina_Korat> ::looks around, has a hand to the sword she got, looking around::
<Hans_Lynx> Hey, look over there! ::points out window to the castle::
<Trina_Korat> Huh? ;;looks to where Hans is pointing::
<Hans_Lynx> Looks like a castle…
<Zombies> <Bell tolling> :: stops after a moment :: <Twilignt> :: has now become evening as darkness engulfs the area ::
<Trina_Korat> Well, waste not, want not. At least it can provide us with shelter.
<Hans_Lynx> Someone’s gotta be at that castle to ring the bells.
<Trina_Korat> ::nods:: Right. Let’s go find our stuff and go there::
<Trina_Korat> ((-::
<Trina_Korat> ‘s))
<Zombies> <Inn> :: looks to be recently trampled, as if a large group went through there XD ::
<Hans_Lynx> Alright… ::goes with them back to the Inn to quickly collect their things. not letting go of that axe XD and heads with ‘em towards the castle, ears perked, keeping eye out hoping no more zombies appear::
<Trina_Korat> ::goes with, looking around as well:: This isn’t anything like I expected this place to be.
<Trina_Korat> You don’t supposed Dark Kat’s messing with the undead, too?
<Hans_Lynx> … he LOOK half undead himself… wouldn’t surprise me.
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOOKS^))
<Zombies> :: can be seen in the distance further up the road, heading to the castle ::
<Trina_Korat> Hans, wait. ::stops him, hiding behind a large rock::
<Hans_Lynx> ::then pauses, quietly:: there they are again… they heading to the castle?
<Trina_Korat> It looks like it. ::say Joe and Gracie stayed behind in the village to look for survivors?::
<Hans_Lynx> ::sounds good!::
<Hans_Lynx> … so we follow ‘em or go back to Joe ‘n Gracie?
<Trina_Korat> I don’t know. ::eyes narrow:: You think whoever is ringing that bell is calling them?
<Hans_Lynx> Gotta be. Why else would they suddenly up and leave us like that to head there?
<Trina_Korat> ::frowns:: I smell a rat. ::starts going up there::
<Zombies> :: cross a drawbridge leading to the interior. Once they’re across, the drawbridge closes ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::goes with:: Lots of rats… dead smelly rats..
<Hans_Lynx> ::notes drawbridge closing after zombies have gone in::
<Trina_Korat> Roger that. Let’s see if we can’t find out who the head rat is.
<Zombies> <Ravine> :: seperates the castle from the road. Looks to be bottomless XD ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Hans> Reminds me of back in Mew York City…))
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies::))
<Zombies> <Lightning> :: begins to flash :: <Thunder> :: follows shortly thereafter :: <Rain> :: starts to fall ::
<Hans_Lynx> Hmm… seems we aren’t invited in like those things were.
<Hans_Lynx> ::and gets wet now by the rain, keeps under a tree::
<Trina_Korat> ::gets to the edge of the road, looks down into the ravine and watches a few rocks fall in:: Apparently not
<Zombies> <Lightning> :: in one of the flashes, a lone individual can be seen standing by one of those trees ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::gasps!:: Trina! ::turns ’round to face said individual, gripping axe::
<Trina_Korat> HUh? ::looks behind her::
<Zombies> <Individual> No need to get concerned there, stranger. Got somethin’ might interest ya’ :: wearing a large, hooded overcoat. Opens it up to reveal that he’s not a flasher, but a weapons merchant. Has pockets lined with lots and lots of guns XD Is paying homeage to RE4 :) ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies::))
<Hans_Lynx> <Bet I know where the weapons and ammo from the police station went to…> ::frowning at this guy:: Who are you?
<Trina_Korat> ((::palm face:: Matt,so help me, if the guy repeats the phrase, “Heh, heh, heh, heh… thank you” everytime I make a purchase… ::yes, Rave played the game, oh… only several thousand times this last month::))
<Trina_Korat> ((::mun is so amused. XD::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::busts up!::))
<Zombies> ((Watch this then: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaJ3CH4Vkw0 ))
* Zombies is now known as Merchant
<Trina_Korat> ((::DIIIIIIIIIIES!!:: “What’s the name?” “…. Strang-ah”))
<Merchant> Just a humble merchant. So, what are ya’ buyin’?
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DYYYYING!:: “What kind of things?” “… Things.”))
<Trina_Korat> ((::DYING XD::))
<Trina_Korat> What… do you have?
<Trina_Korat> ((“You are arrested”. :SOOOOOOOOOODEAD! XD::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((“Things.” XD))
<Hans_Lynx> ((XDDD ::rollin’ now, trying not to wake PK up::))
<Merchant> I’ve got everything from small arms .45 pistols to 12 guage shotguns to 30-06 rifles and a few other treats…for a price.
<Trina_Korat> ((he can come over to Michigan. He’d fit right in with the other nutjobs that ride Route 1))
<Trina_Korat> What… kind of price?
<Merchant> Cash. Jewels. Trinkets of Antiquity. What have you got?
<Trina_Korat> Well… ::shows him the sword she got and the dagger;:
<Merchant> Ah :: looking it over :: I’ll buy it.
<Hans_Lynx> ((“A high price”))
<Merchant> Is ‘zat all?
<Merchant> ((::snorks::))
<Hans_Lynx> You know anything about these zombies or whoever lives in this castle?
<Trina_Korat> ::is eyeing the .45 for herself and a shotgun for Joe::
<Merchant> I’m just a humble traveling weapons merchant. :: gives her $500 dollars American for the sword ::
<Trina_Korat> Keep ‘em. I wanna trade.
<Merchant> The .45 is $500. A real bargain.
<Hans_Lynx> ::not sure he’s going to give up that axe. lol plus doubts this guy accepts Visa XD::
<Trina_Korat> ::smirks: $200. And, $300 for the Remington.
<Merchant> Not enough cash, stranger.
<Trina_Korat> ::rolls her eyes, sighs:: Fine. $500 for the .45
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Merchant> Visa is accepted everywhere. Heh heh heh heh, thank you. ::opens other side of coat up to swipe the card. frowns:: Hold on a moment. This sometimes takes a bit. Authorizing… Ah there we go.))
<Trina_Korat> ::no, man, she ain’t good at haggling::
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD))
<Merchant> Heh heh heh, thank you :: hands her the gun :: Come back anytime :: closes his overcoat ::
<Hans_Lynx> Who else are you going to find out here? Give the lady a break.
<Merchant> Oh, there’s plenty of need for weapons around these parts. :: takes a few steps back, disapearing into the darkness ::
<Trina_Korat> ;:checks her .45 magazine, frowns:: Great.
<Hans_Lynx> I hope it came with ammo at least. ::as the guy vanishes, looks to Trina::
<Merchant> <.45> :: came with a full 7 round magezine plus an extra in the chamber ::
<Trina_Korat> Yeah… it did.
<Trina_Korat> ::sighs:: It’ll have to do.