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[Open] Cool guys don't look at explosions

There were some things that Karis knew just had to be blown up once she saw them. The Leaning Tower of Pisa was one of them. Exploring the city was about the only thing that came close to entertaining her and when she saw that building, just sitting there and looking like it was about to fall over, she knew that she had to help it finish its journey. It called to her.

Karis glanced at Ter'thelas, "We need to blow this building up. You know that, right?"

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Soren came. He saw that zombie he'd set fire to one time.

Then he turned around and left.

"It really is. I mean, look at it. . ." He tilted his head to the side to match the apparent angle of the building.

"It practically wants to fall over, really." He paused, eying the strange fellow who immediately vacated the area.

"I suppose we'll have to requisition some explosives."

Karis gave Soren a passing glance, then turned her attention back to the tower. More important things were at hand!

"Guess so. We'll have to raid the armory or something. Or maybe I have some around here... I can make stuff, anyway."

Karis scratched her chin, eyes narrowed as she started to walk toward the tower, "We oughta check it out, though. Just to figure out where we're going to plant the stuff."

"It might be better to make something--the ship wasn't too pleased last time we plundered the armory for our own amusement," Ter'thelas drawled as he followed Karis onwards.

"I think if we place most of it at the bottom, we'll get the best effect."

"I thought you were an engineer, Ter," Karis snorted in reply, "It's gotta be all... science-like. Take out the structural supports. Make it come down."

She tilted her forearm and then brought it down in a falling motion with a dark chuckle, "Oughta be fun to watch."

"Well, I am an engineer. Just a very bored one." He stepped closer to the tower.

"How is that thing even staying upright? Tilting over should be quite simple, really."

Karis paused outside of the entrance, tapping at her chin, "Oughta be. Just pack enough in there to take out all the supports one that side..."

She swept her hand to indicate lower side of the tower, "And the whole thing oughta come down."

After a long moment of contemplation, she glanced at Ter again with a knowing grin, "Wanna go inside right now? Or just come back with some explosives?"

"Think there's anything interesting inside?" He peered at the doorway with an air of mild curiosity.

"Might be worth taking a look."

"On the off-chance that there's something interesting in there? Sure."

Karis reached out and swung the door open. A moment later she was inside, hob-nailed boots clattering on the stone floor.

"Kind of impressive. But still asking to be destroyed."

"You can say that again." Ter'thelas craned his neck as he looked upwards in the rather askew tower.

"Is there supposed to be anything special about this place?"

"Aside from looking like it's about to fall over? Hell if I know. Wanna climb?"

Karis jerked a thumb toward the stairs. Just wandering around with Ter felt familiar. It felt like old times. Even if there were a lot of feelings she was dealing with. Moreso than usual, anyway.

"Might as well appreciate the view before we destroy it forever," he replied. Ter'thelas meandered towards the stairway, whistling as he went.

Howard is robbing the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Of course he is. He's coming down the stairs as he bumps into the other two. At first he flails a bit, thinking they're going to turn him into security, but then he realizes it's Karis and That One Snobby Guy Who Says He's Karis' Friend, and he relaxes.

"If you're looking for candlestick holders, this place has some you could bash a dude's head in. They're hella heavy." He nods to his backpack. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Howie!" Karis is actually surprised that Howard is here, of all places. But hey, gift horse, mouth, etc.

"We're gonna help this place finish its journey. It wants to fall over, so we figure the liberal application of high explosives oughta do the trick."

"It will also prove a useful exercise in controlled demolitions, in case we ever need to blow something else up." Not really, but they need an excuse. Sort of.

"Care to assist us in our latest act of drudgery induce vandalism?"

"Let me think about that..." Howard screws up his face like he's facing an entirely tough decision. This is for show. He was on this idea like white on rice the instant Karis opened her mouth. "Yes."

He breaks out into a grin. "I'm just glad you guys didn't blow it up while I was inside."

"Well, we still need to get our hands on some explosives. I've got some, but I'm not sure it's enough to bring the entire thing down..." Karis muses, one claw tapping her chin.

"Either way, should be fun."

"An excellent distraction from lives of being slave-soldiers, don't you think? I really think blowing off those counter-weights at the base and some other carefully placed whatnots will have the thing toppling." He nods at Howard.

"I share your enthusiasm for not being inside exploding or collapsing buildings."

"Don't you think we should be saving the explosives for the Ohm though?" a voice spoke from nearby as she eyed the group, then the building in question.

This sort of thing would be something her oldest brother would love to be doing. Hell, if he was here, he'd be getting himself in more trouble than it was worth. But Ronnae was more reserved, not to say that a bit of unwinding wasn't in order.

"Gotta agree with this guy," Howard jerks a thumb at Ter'thelas. "It's not how many explosives you have so much as how you use them."

He looks over at Ronnae. "Oh, yeah, the Ohm are a huge threat to us these days. I'm thinking if you're aiming your guns at them, you're missing the threat standing alongside us."

Ronnae narrowed her eyes and huffed, crossing her arms and moving closer.

"It's not like I was saying anything against it... I was just making an observation."

Karis cackled, "Lighten up, kid. If the war comes down to missing a few pounds of high explosive, then you can bitch all you want, alright? In the meantime... we gotta requisition some. Howie, got any leads? Or should I bust out my stash?"

Ter'thelas smiled at Howard.

"I knew there was a reason Karis liked you." He nodded in appreciation, then reached over to slap Ronnae on the shoulder.

"Ah, my dear cousin, you mustn't be such a stick in the mud. Tomorrow we might die, so let's have some fun, right? Take a page from the Orcish side of your family. Or your Sin'dorei one if they happen to be enamored with worldly pleasures. Either way, don't worry about it. The armories of this ship contain plenty of things that make a pleasant light show."

Ronnae blushed lightly and she tried to hide it, opting to look away towards the building to play it off.

"Yeah, yeah, I know.... Well... if what you need are explosives.... I might have more than I know what to do with them. After all, I sort of, maybe like explosions a bit too much myself." Leave it to goblins to instill a love for anything that might blow a hole in the planet's crust to their engineers.

"She likes me for my sparkling personality." He nods over to Karis. "I got some grenades, but I'm saving those for the next time Stacy Dearest decides to sick Terminators at us. Let's use yours."

Then he doubtletakes at Ter'thelas and Ronnae. "You two are cousins?"

"And a wonderful personality it is," Karis grins at Howard, "No problem, kiddo, I'll just nab some of Ronnie's."

She eyes the orc with a little grin, "So? Where do you keep your shit? We wanna do this now, right?"

"Grenades aren't really what we're in the market for anyhow." He smiled, his tone pleasant enough but somehow simultaneously just barely indicating that anyone who thought grenades were appropriate for demolition work needed to return to pimary school.

"Ah, technically speaking, no. She's half Sin'dorei. That is, half the most advanced and cultured species on my planet. And seeing as my real family was all wiped out by the Scourge and there are only three living people on board with Sin'dorei blood, I figure you take what family you have." While normally the elf was a bit flippant, he seemed rather serious about this detail.

Ronnae blinked at Howards question and was about to answer when Ter'thelas spoke instead and she had to agree, though she wouldn't have said the thing about the Sin'dorei race and yet it felt... refreshing to hear that very pride that they exuded, at times seeming pompous and rude but they where still close to her and she smiled at his words.

"Y-yeah, that's a good way of putting it," she added with a small hint of a blush, turning to Karis and grinning, "Well I keep most of the 'dangerous' things in storage. Since I wouldn't want someone blowing up on accident, if you all want I can run off and grab a good amount to do this task and a bit extra?" Maybe they could make fireworks!

She did enjoy making those as she learned her trade.

"So you like...didn't even know each other before this." Howard has never quite gotten the bloodline thing.

He raises his hand as if he's answering a question in a classroom. As if he ever answered a question in a classroom. "I vote fireworks!"

"Yeah. Let's go with... a lot extra. Just because. And be snappy, I wanna get this shit done today."

Mainly before an authority figure shows up and tells them to stop. That'd ruin all the fun.

"Right, on it." she said a bit sheepishly but smiling nonetheless. It was... maybe a bit thrilling to fall out of bounds every now and then! Reminded her of her troop back home and how they always got her to do things that weren't quite under the rules for Horde members.

She set off at a fast pace, which honestly, was rather fast for someone on foot, her training helping her get to doing the task as quick as possible.

"No, never saw her before I came aboard." Ter'thelas shrugged, grinned as Ronnae headed off.

"She's an alright young lady, a bit strange sometimes, but that's what you get from mixing species, I suppose."

"Does that mean you're sterile?" Howard asks Ronnae, because clearly he is BEST AT TACT. "Like mules?"

Ronnae had, thankfully, avoided the question as she had set off at a fast pace. It didn't take her long to get to her personal stash of explosives and smiled at the assortment as she usually did whenever she found herself working on her projects.

Soon enough she had a nice packed bag that would make a goblin sapper giddy with maniacal delight and set off to make her way back to the group. A small smile playing on her lips as she couldn't deny that she was exited to do something fun like this.

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