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Post by danograham on Sept 25, 2007 22:23:03 GMT -5
Togo wished that he brought a razor to shave with...
Really badly....
Yeah....
The Overlander had left his "home of sorts" about a few weeks ago over a bet for large monies, we're talking such a large amount that money could be plurled, that he could find Mobien Civilization by just following his nose and his wits... Mostly his nose because he was only average intelegence... and then steal things of great value from the Chieftain, Alpha Male, Head of the heard, or what ever they had for a leader... but so far he has found ABSOLUTELY NOBODY IN A FORREST!
If this luck keeps up he'd either:
1) starve to death
2) eat a cricket and get a tapeworm... (see 1)
3) return home in disgrace... and that wasn't an option because he didn't have "LARGE MONIES!!"
And yet he KNEW that there was someone somewhere close enough that he could taste it... And there was this smell that something was going to break up this monotony. But Togo was too tired to overturn every single large rock right now to go look for it, so right now he would just sit down... eat the last emergency ration... and wait to see if something came to him.
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Post by DB on Sept 25, 2007 23:03:00 GMT -5
... and the silence was shattered by gunshot nearby...
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Post by danograham on Sept 26, 2007 0:13:48 GMT -5
Togo snapped to attention... Guns just don't shoot off by themselves unless his grandfather loaded them. Any idiot could figure out where that shot came from, It was just on the other side of that tree that Togo was in front of! SOMEONE WAS SHOOTING AT HIM AND THEY HAD LOUSY AIM!!
Taking advantage of this Togo actually screamed... playing the role of a man in need of medical assistance for gunshot wounds. If it was a defender of some sort of settlement then they would probably not try to get a closer look because they couldn't really leave the post... and if it was a criminal... well when they'd try to loot the "dead body" Togo would spring up and kick them in the face.
"AUGHGHHH!!!" Togo gave a horrible death shriek clutching his stomich... finally his love of watching horror movies paid off by giving him plenty of practice screaming, this act he hoped would work.
[dice=9][rand=82585731393178831677018540316074236677175300760212640409974082438]
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Post by DB on Sept 26, 2007 0:53:13 GMT -5
 And the source of the gunshot, a gun-wielding weasel nearby... was quite perplexed at the rather sudden shrieking in the bush. Truth is, he had absolutely no idea there was even somewhere over there... For you see, when he shot the gun off... He was shooting at fish for supper. And nowhere near that direction. "... what the hell was that?"[rand=4510980646295598056432857384813076857977493741564760767350663029] |
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Post by danograham on Sept 26, 2007 1:13:11 GMT -5
The now totally convinced in his acting skills Togo waited for what would of been, ohh it really did feel like forever but since Togo had the misfortune of playing dead on top of an ants' nest... what felt like forever with crawling insects was probably less then two minuets... 'If I have to lay down here anymore... then I might lose it!... something is crawling on me... ewww an ant went up my nose ......' were his constant thoughts... He couldn't take waiting anymore. So he was forced to get up and brush the ants off of his mighty beard. Hoping that he didn't get caught.
[dice=9] Luck [rand=108128416121514030076739618947998526331591258719375962514305889983]
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Post by DB on Sept 26, 2007 22:33:28 GMT -5
[dice=5] (Luck) Unfortunately for him, that was the exact moment the weasel came over to investigate, gun in hand (just in case, you know. Never knew when you'd run into people best handled with a gun, after all. For instance, screaming ninnies in the forest...) "Hey, what's with the screaming?"[rand=6407618887154171981039055356953560899089419675069819076122742654] |
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Post by danograham on Sept 26, 2007 22:58:40 GMT -5
Togo Really needed to think of something faster then he was used to... a lie... A horrible lie that would make this guy think that there was a good reason for screaming from a Coward... but not scary enough that it would result in Fang seeing him as a threat and shoot...
'Hello sir, Would you like to join the Jehovah's Witnesses'
'I'm from the Church of Scientology and I'd like to invite you to...
'Uh I stepped on a screaming ground bird'
"I just fell out of that tree okey, you'd be scared too!!"
[dice=9] luck
none of them were very smart and the last one just slipped [rand=219448382403743549505559551114227387863552255422640463354660377526]
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Post by DB on Sept 27, 2007 21:27:01 GMT -5
(I'm not rolling for that, and you know why since it's been discussed in chat) The weasel raised a brow and glanced up at the nearest tree. The branches didn't seem to be disturbed... and there weren't any twigs or anything on the ground... not to mention he couldn't understand how someone would scream quite like that just when falling out of a tree... He shrugged, smirking slightly. "Yeah, if you say so." He gave the Overlander a look over (from his careful distance away, that was). "... what are you doing out here anyway? Far from home, aren't you?" |
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Post by danograham on Sept 27, 2007 22:04:26 GMT -5
Now that he was sure the purple ferret wouldn't shoot it was safe to get a little closer. As Togo took a few steps forward acting innocent. As crazy as it was to walk up to someone with a firearm Togo would need to be close if things get violent because he wasn't good at throwing rocks at small targets.
But It didn't look like that might happen... He'd been attacked by angry wolves before so he knew when a mobian looked angry enough to attack him... and the purple ferret didn't look it yet.
"I have a good reason to be where I am...." Togo put on a smile and fumbled for something in his backpack full of Other people's possessions, most of them stolen from a wolf pack near his home. He pulled out a pair of traditional earrings from a box... carved out of bone and wood. Truly a thing of beauty and more the worth a few bad cuts that Togo got stealing it. He showed it to the Mobian and spoke like a salesman "I'm a trader... I'm trying to find villages so that I can find customers." Togo smiled, maybe he could sell some stuff right here.
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Post by DB on Sept 29, 2007 0:44:01 GMT -5
The weasel scrutinized the Overlander, gripping his gun a bit tighter when the stranger went rummaging through the backpack. However, once the earrings were shown he relaxed a bit- after all, earrings were hardly weapons. He eyed them with only a detached interest. Personally, he had no use for jewelry, but things like that could be used for bartering somewhere else... at least, if he had it. "I know some places you could go for trade'n, but I'd like to see what ya got first," he said, gesturing to the backpack, "if ya got anything interesting maybe I'll trade ya somethin for it." Maybe. |
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Post by danograham on Sept 29, 2007 1:20:55 GMT -5
Togo smiled inwardly... he didn't know what this guy might use for money... maybe other objects of value, maybe he used fish for money, but now that Togo thought about it he was hungry.
"I'll show you things one at a time okey, can't be too careful with all those weirdos running around" He smiled and put the box back... then he rummaged through for something a bit more dangerous, One of a few combat knifes.
"I've been told that this used to be scrap fallen off of a hover car. Found in a deserts of the Great Unknown. Since the hover car actually crashed in a territory of the Wolf Pack it is a mystery how some of the steel got into the hands of overlanders..." That part of it being a mystery was a complete lie.. a few of his friends tried to salvage the lasers from the wreck, only to find that it was smoked like hickory beyond repair. His grandfather had a hobby of making things out of metal though, and actually won the scrap in a pool game... a long weird story he didn't have time to reminisce.
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Post by DB on Sept 29, 2007 1:26:42 GMT -5
Fang scratched his nose has he gazed at the knife. It was interesting, but short ranged weapons never interested him as much as projectile ones. Not to mention, he had several knives already. "Not bad. What else?" |
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Post by danograham on Sept 29, 2007 2:31:20 GMT -5
Togo dug deep into the bag and took out something that he didn't even know how to use.
He just stole it to get back at a wolf cub that bit his younger brother Dust. It looked kind of like guitar that didn't have the long neck of it at all... mixed with a harp.
"I don't know much about this Musical instrument. But it's called a Zither... Enough of that now though, You don't look like a music man."
Next things that he showed was another thing he took from the cub just in case the instrument was something it's parents made it play.
"And I have a Yo-yo, a sling shot, and Kendama. Those are always popular with kids."
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Post by DB on Sept 29, 2007 2:37:09 GMT -5
The weasel frowned at the rest of the items the Overlander produced. Toys? What good were toys? Other then the knife, Fang hadn't seen anything he was even remotely interested in. But, there was still a chance there was SOMETHING of worth in that bag... "Is 'at all you've got?" |
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Post by danograham on Sept 29, 2007 3:17:34 GMT -5
Togo was digging to the bottom of the bag and pulled out the other knifes too be set aside with the first, then he pulled up the large set of tools that Togo used for some of his most important tools of his trade.
"You seem to be like someone more interested in some of what I might have here... Need some Crowbars, a sledgehammer, dynamite?"
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Post by DB on Sept 29, 2007 21:48:13 GMT -5
The weasel's brow hiked up at the newest batch of offerings. Much better then toys, though he had to wonder how the guy toted all this stuff around. Did he really keep it all in his backpack? One would think it'd cause a fair amount of strain... Regardless, Fang already had a crowbar under the seat of his bike, and he couldn't immediately think of any immediate use for a sledgehammer... however, the last item... "Dynamite's sumthin I don't have. Whatcha want for it?" |
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Post by danograham on Sept 29, 2007 23:04:25 GMT -5
*Togo smiled... A sale that he could get away with... Now to make a ridicules price till they haggled to what he really wanted for it*
"I'm looking for a maybe something almost as destructive... Got any hand axes? Trade you one stick for one hand axe, a fishing pole, and some dinner if you got any... trust me I have a destructive appetite."
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Post by DB on Sept 29, 2007 23:14:42 GMT -5
"I've gotta hatchet, but that's not for trade. No fish'n pole neither. Dinner though... eh, that could be done. But it's that or I'm not bother'n, got it?" |
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Post by danograham on Sept 29, 2007 23:38:48 GMT -5
"You sir, Make a Very hard bargain... But I get to eat as much as I want okey. "
Togo was going to come out ahead of this... He could eat things for hours, in fact an overlander could eat a pound of nuts and still have room for a bowl of popcorn.
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Post by DB on Sept 29, 2007 23:46:41 GMT -5
"Four decent sized fish. If that's not enough for ya... well, it don't matter. That's all you'd be getting. Deal?" |
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Post by danograham on Sept 30, 2007 0:08:17 GMT -5
"I want five... I could get twenty if I blew up the river over there... But I suppose its worth not having to cook... If you can cover those things in molasses and some hard cheese. Also, What do you call decent size? Remember I'm twice your size."
Togo Didn't want to be a too much of a jerk but he didn't want to be ripped off either. After that dynamite was gone he'd have to resort to improvised explosives. Which were Good for hurting people but not strong enough to blast things that were solid.
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Post by DB on Oct 2, 2007 22:12:10 GMT -5
Fang held his fingers about six to seven inches apart. "About 'dis big. Take it or leave it. I can live without the dynamite, can ya live without food?" At the last part, he smirked. |
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Post by danograham on Oct 2, 2007 22:33:52 GMT -5
'Okay... It seems like your trying to TOTALY RIP ME OFF Mister Ferret' Togo thought as he gritted his teeth, and with out realizing it had actually made a low growl. 'Fine... I can still try to negotiate more, Just need to find something that can be used for leverage.'
"You have any spices to go on those things?" Togo asked without any anger... quite a feet when he was starting to feel taken advantage of. "Fish taste best when you cover them in more then just salt and pepper... cooked on something covered in olive oil." Togo picked up a stick of dynamite and held it in his hand. "If you can at make it taste good" Togo smiled and poked Nack's nose with the stick. "...I'll let you have this thing and throw in the fuse for it."
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Post by DB on Oct 4, 2007 22:31:04 GMT -5
Fang blinked in surprise when the human had the gall to prod him in the nose. But still, after he was over that initial surprise, he threw back his head and laughed. "Yeah, sure! I have a spice rack on my bike, yeah?" His expression turned back into one of seriousness. "Whadda I look like? A traveling chef? New deal- all the dynamite you have for a laser pistol- and no fish." |
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Post by danograham on Oct 4, 2007 23:12:42 GMT -5
Togo thought about what Nack had said.
'Isn't that what bike racks are for.... or backpacks'
'No you don't look like a chief... you'd need an aprion for that and uhh... one of those funny hat things'
He was lucky that he didn't say any of that out loud
"Fine the I guess "
Togo Brought out all three sticks of the dynamite. Even though he didn't have the greatest eyesight he knew that it wasn't everyday that you saw a laser pistol, And when you did you wanted it on your side.
"Hand ova mah lazor Hand me the laser and I'll gladly hand you your explosives."
If something went wrong Togo didn't know how things would turn out... but most likely they'd both get blown to bits.
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Post by DB on Oct 7, 2007 20:57:44 GMT -5
"Just'a moment." The weasel slipped off into the bushes for a moment, going back to his bike to retrieve the pistol. A short while later, he returned, holding the pistol out to the Overlander, and holding his other, empty hand out for the dynamite. "Fair trade, then." |
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Post by danograham on Oct 8, 2007 21:18:07 GMT -5
Togo also held out both hands, the one on the pistol tightened and the one with the grip on the dynamite let go slowly... he pulled the pistol out of the blue nosed weasel's hands. Soon Togo actually exhaled a sigh of relief, very glad that he didn't get shot and that no explosives were used... Now that it was over it didn't seem like a bad idea to offer other things that he thought the purple guy could use. (Dice roll 1 Togo does a product placement for something crazy... 2 he thinks of it but keeps his mouth shut) [dice=2] (poor Nack...) Togo then grabbed a bottle of the local energy drink of his homeland/refugee camp/hole in the wall. And then added another moment to the list of his stupid moments.
"HEY DO YOU WANNA FEEL SO ENERGETIC?!?!?
TRY [glow=red,2,300]POWERTHIRST![/glow]
ENERGY DRINK FOR MEN THAT NEED[glow=red,2,300] GRATUITOUS AMOUNTS OF ENERGY!!! [/glow]
TRY OUT FREE SAMPLE NOW!! " [rand=0645915675242118626647695672689361532477818483833556830084903244] |
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Post by DB on Oct 8, 2007 21:48:24 GMT -5
And... the expression Fang made would best be described as a mix of a sneer and complete bewilderment. As if he'd just stepped in something nasty and foul-smelling, but had absolutely no idea what it was he'd stepped in. "... RIGHT. Uh, I'm... off now. Pleasure do'n business with you... or something. Geeze." With a dismissive wave, the weasel turned around abruptly and headed back to his bike. The overlander was screwy- it was probably a good thing the pistol lacked a charge. Could hurt someone with it, afterall. Or prolli himself. Yeah. Fang bet on the latter. |
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Post by danograham on Oct 8, 2007 22:10:12 GMT -5
Togo looked at the pistol for a moment... and it didn't take too long to notice something was missing... it lacked the charge. Also it totally lacked the ergonomic grip that would make it more comfortable to hold and shoot, but that was more forgivable, after all it might of fit the weasel's hands like one of his gloves
"Hey buddy! you never said BATTERIES NOT INCLUDED!!"
The screwy overlander was waving his hand clutching the powerless gun in it. His face was that of a not satisfied customer.
"How can I shoot fish in a barrel river with an ammo-less gun?"
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Post by DB on Oct 16, 2007 18:56:54 GMT -5
"I never said it came with a charge", the weasel replied flippantly- it was the truth after all. Besides that, he'd gotten what he wanted. That's all that really mattered to him. He continued back to his bike, not even bothering to look back to the overlander. |
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