Fire in the hole! [Open]

[seasindorei.livejournal.com]

It had been, up until this point, a fairly quiet day in the city. That it was no longer quiet was readily signified by the dull 'boom' of a grenade of some type going off, the sound carrying across the city. Two very bored Azerothians, one a new arrival, were doing their best to entertain themselves. Ter'thelas Baelion and Karis Needleteeth, accompanied by a couple boxes of grenades 'liberated' from weapons and possessions were doing their best to perfect their throwing arms. The pair wandered down an empty street, occasionally stopping to trash talk and/or point out a particularly interesting target.

"Five gold says you can't hit the second story window. You're an elf and it's a well known fact that elves can't throw for shit."

"A wager I will most happily accept. Though you've obviously never seen me playing darts, Karis. ANYBODY IN THERE WILL PROBABLY WANT TO CLEAR OUT!"

There was a pause of about thirty seconds or so as they waited a response. Since there were no indignant shouts back, Ter'thelas shrugged.

"Fire in the hole!" He pulled the pin on one of the pilfered grenades and hurled it upwards at the window of what looked to be a newspaper office out of the 1920s before ducking into a doorway across the street.

"Drat, I seem to have bounced off the facade--" BROOM! The dull thump of the explosion filled the street as the pair took cover.

"Told you, elves can't throw for shit."

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[seasindorei.livejournal.com]

"Ah, democracy--the most inefficient form of government to exist. And yet so many people seem to employ some form of it. Really, I don't know why they don't just put the captain in charge--Karis, what's that Kennedy fellow like, anyhow?" He steps back from the box of grenades and digs in his pocket to produce a small pipe and a pouch that appears to be full of tobacco. He packs and lights the pipe with a match, then puffs contentedly.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae fidgets in place moving back a little, "Yeah well... you can keep at it I guess... Just make sure there's no one around... Some people took over some of the buildings as homes. And so far it seems like no tentacles appeared to smack you around so maybe you're fine."

She sighed, "The officers more than likely will reprimand you tho... If they find out you were using live explosives in the city." She pauses and looks at them sternly, "Don't worry, they won't find out from me, I assure you. Jus' thought I'd warn you all."

She put her hands in her hoodie's pocket after raising the hood over her head. She'd stay to make sure no one got hurt, knowing she'd probably get into trouble later for not reporting it.

[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

Chase grins at Howard, "I can do it as many times as I got grenades, and about eight in ten shootin' left handed. Only problem is, my grenades didn't show up with me. That's alright though, can always make more... so aside from what'cha used to do, what do you do around here now?"

For the moment he ignores the others, not going to pile on Ronnae, but figuring she needs to be able to stand up for herself. Plus, of course, he's stated his opinion on councils, good enough.

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Salvage," Howard says, rubbing his hands together. They're covered in dust and stain from rooting through abandoned materials and metal. "I've been going through all the abandoned buildings out that way and sorting through what people can use or not. Actually, I found a few buildings that must've belonged to revolutionaries or something in some world, full of hidden compartments and a hell of a lot of guns, if you want to peruse through at some point."

He narrows his eyes at Ter. "Who's saying we trust this Kennedy guy? And even if we did, what happens if he goes crazy or has a hidden agenda or what? You don't believe in checks and balances?"

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"The only check I need is my halberd," Karis grins, "See, where we come from, if a leader goes crazy? You kill the bastard. No man, no problem."

Ah, the inadvertent quoting of Stalin.

[seasindorei.livejournal.com]

"The best check on power is a blade in the back," Ter agrees as he continues puffing away on his pipe.

[ronnae.livejournal.com]

Ronnae had already taken a seat back in the whole thing, she figured they'd be okay.

"I won't intrude in your fun, hope you all stay safe." She bowed and waved once before taking her leave.

[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

Wait a sec. Salvage? Lots of guns? Howard, you have someone's attention. Even grenades can take a back seat. He doesn't even notice Ronnae slipping off - but hey, he knows where to find her.

"You found a bunch of weapons? You're damned right I want to take a look. If you're the resident junkyard packrat, we need to talk anyhow. I might be able to help you out. And it sounds like you're already speaking my language."

[iselldrugstothecommunity]

"Oh, great, so he with the best assassins wins. Or she." Howard shakes his head. Out of all the factions in the FAYZ, Perdido survived because they didn't let crazy four-bar mutants power trip their way to the leadership position. The Coates kids, with their single leader, were mostly dead. But Howard shrugs. He's not from their world and maybe it worked out fine for them, though the pieces of Karis' home he saw in the Sensoriums suggests otherwise.

He watches Ronnae leave, keeping an eye to make sure she's actually leaving and not sticking around to watch them further. "Later, Sleighbells."

"Sounds like you're speaking mine, Thor," he says to Chase. "You'd be amazed what Spacey Stacy left laying around in some of these houses. Before I heard all the booming I was looking at a giant pot still. Probably not moonshine, but I could probably tweak it."

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"Usually doesn't get that far. Usually we get decent leaders."

She paused.

"Usually. Anyway... Don't need weapons myself. Everything I need, I got. Or I can build."

She bumped shoulders with Ter, "Same with this pointy-eared nancy. But if you want help buildin' bombs, you give me a call, alright?"

[j-y-d.livejournal.com]

"I'll use anything I can get. Lots of guns, knives, bombs, grenades, rockets... we'll definitely have to talk. I'd say I'd buy you a beer some time, but apparently the booze is free... so let's get together some time and talk explosions."

Another look Howard's way. "As for you... yeah, if you can tweak stuff, or maybe help me find some music and southern comfort to go with all these guns, we'll get along juuuust fine."