welsh
Junkmaster
Grim after surgery
OOC- Yep, probably. Still I hate to see the OCC board get bigger than the ICC.
Ok, lets get this ball rolling again.
ICC-
Rogue slept until late in the day. It had been so long since she had a long rest that the body's systems seemed to resist any wakefulness. She woke slowly in a warm sweat, her skin warm from the afternoon sun. Through bleary eyes she could see Gabriel sleeping nearby. He had come in sometime and was sleeping on a floor in the corner. In his hands she saw the pistol and the panga. Hope he doesn't try to scratch himself.
Dizzy had disappeared. Probably back to see his uncle Connor to tell him that he had found the survivors of Wainright.
She heard whistling coming from inside, and when she went to investigate, found Ibis preparing something to eat. "Smells good."
"Yes, this is for your friend Lucas. He's going to have to make some dietary changes. Want to try a bite?"
"Thanks, actually I was thinking about a bit of porridge." She said. The meat didn't look like Brahma or even Gecko. "What is it anyway?"
"Oh something special I prepare. I'd tell ya but it's a secret family recipe. You sure you donh't want to try it?"
"Daddy always said only eat what you can identify. Maybe I'll try Deathclaw burgers latter."
The two shared a late meal, with Ibis preparing a porridge of local roots and grains, as well as some mutant fruit he had growing from a tree in his yard. During the meal he told her about his life in the town, how morbid some people thought the funeral business was and of the prejudices he had suffered. He told her about his children and how they had moved out, as well as how he had found Cerebus when the dog was just a puppy. Rogue had not seen Ibis so happy before, and when she asked him why he was feeling so well, he said, "Oh my brahma came home. They forgot the hearse but, well, I'm glad they came home and didn't end up on someone's dinner table."
Finally Rogue asked about Grimm.
"He's asleep and we're watching him, but I think he'll be ok." Ibis said.
"Can I see him?"
"Sure, but he's probably not conscious."
Indeed, Grimm was still sleeping soundly, with Wally sleeping in a chair by his patient. Preferring not to wake them, Rogue left. Maybe later.
Rogue spent the rest of the day in Tabis, acquiring supplies for the days ahead and selling what weapons she had picked up along the way and would no longer carry. Although she tried her best to barter with the local merchants she couldn't help but feel that they had gotten a better deal.
Later, when she had acquired both ammunition and provisions, she stopped in on to see Dizzy and speak to Conner at the Red Eye Trading. Conner struck her as an anxious man, stressed about delays and desperate for people. She negotiated her price, the same as with Laramie, and when Conner staled, Rogue threatened to leave. Conner then relented and settled on the price, offering her work as well as for any comrades you might venture.
As the day set, Rogue returned to Ibis's funeral parlor. Gabriel was still sleeping, but his hands hadn't moved. Lack of sleep catches even the most talented assassins.
Skik had returned from whereever he had gone, returning with a bundle of weapons he had retreaved in the sewers. Among the prizes was Grimm's modified 10 mm. Gabriel had awoken when Skik had loudly placed the weapons he had recovered on the table. Rogue noticed how he snapped awake, weapons ready. Like a startled snake ready to strike in the blink of an eye.
His muscles visibly eased when he saw he was among friends, and sprung to his feet and approached the table. Looking over the weapons he picked up a shotgun and inspected its condition.
"You can get a fair price for this." He said.
No 'hello', 'how are you'? No "what's there to eat around here?' or "I was out last night late.' A man used to being alone.
Together they continued to clean the weapons and discuss their next moves. Caleb had left them, and they had to decide whether to follow or not. Rogue mentioned she had gone into town but had not seen Sanchez, but couldn't help but feel he was watching them. Gabriel merely nodded, and Skik seemed to ignore the issue altogether. Gabriel seemed keen to join Conner's caravan to Grey Cliffs, but Skik didn't seem interested at all.
Wally came out, his jaw opening wide to emit a giant yawn. "Good catch?" He said, indicating the weapons.
"Yes, How's Grimm?" Asked Rogue.
"He seems to be healing very well. Another day and he should be up and able to travel." Said Wally.
"That's kind of remarkable, isn't it. He seemed near death yesterday and tomorrow he's back to his old self?" Said Gabriel, and Rogue could hear a hint of suspicion there.
"Well, your friend was a near thing. But yes, you see, he's going to have to make some changes in his life. We'll talk to him about it, but you should all be a bit, well, patient and understanding if anything appears especially abnormal."
"Can I speak to him." Asked Rogue.
"Yes, but don't expect much. He's still early in recovery and drifts in and out."
Grim could barely keep his eyes open when Rogue and Gabriel saw him, and often he would murmur incoherently, but it seemed Grim could recognize them both. They spoke for a short time until Ibis came in and said that Grim needed to rest.
"Just a second. This might be important." Said Rogue, who then leaned in close to Grim to make sure she was heard. "We met a man. His name is Sanchez. He says he has business with you."
Grim looked at her, and mumbled something. Then more clearly he said. "Sanchez…… kill him." Then he closed his eyes and slipped into unconsciousness.
OOC- Yep, probably. Still I hate to see the OCC board get bigger than the ICC.
Ok, lets get this ball rolling again.
ICC-
Rogue slept until late in the day. It had been so long since she had a long rest that the body's systems seemed to resist any wakefulness. She woke slowly in a warm sweat, her skin warm from the afternoon sun. Through bleary eyes she could see Gabriel sleeping nearby. He had come in sometime and was sleeping on a floor in the corner. In his hands she saw the pistol and the panga. Hope he doesn't try to scratch himself.
Dizzy had disappeared. Probably back to see his uncle Connor to tell him that he had found the survivors of Wainright.
She heard whistling coming from inside, and when she went to investigate, found Ibis preparing something to eat. "Smells good."
"Yes, this is for your friend Lucas. He's going to have to make some dietary changes. Want to try a bite?"
"Thanks, actually I was thinking about a bit of porridge." She said. The meat didn't look like Brahma or even Gecko. "What is it anyway?"
"Oh something special I prepare. I'd tell ya but it's a secret family recipe. You sure you donh't want to try it?"
"Daddy always said only eat what you can identify. Maybe I'll try Deathclaw burgers latter."
The two shared a late meal, with Ibis preparing a porridge of local roots and grains, as well as some mutant fruit he had growing from a tree in his yard. During the meal he told her about his life in the town, how morbid some people thought the funeral business was and of the prejudices he had suffered. He told her about his children and how they had moved out, as well as how he had found Cerebus when the dog was just a puppy. Rogue had not seen Ibis so happy before, and when she asked him why he was feeling so well, he said, "Oh my brahma came home. They forgot the hearse but, well, I'm glad they came home and didn't end up on someone's dinner table."
Finally Rogue asked about Grimm.
"He's asleep and we're watching him, but I think he'll be ok." Ibis said.
"Can I see him?"
"Sure, but he's probably not conscious."
Indeed, Grimm was still sleeping soundly, with Wally sleeping in a chair by his patient. Preferring not to wake them, Rogue left. Maybe later.
Rogue spent the rest of the day in Tabis, acquiring supplies for the days ahead and selling what weapons she had picked up along the way and would no longer carry. Although she tried her best to barter with the local merchants she couldn't help but feel that they had gotten a better deal.
Later, when she had acquired both ammunition and provisions, she stopped in on to see Dizzy and speak to Conner at the Red Eye Trading. Conner struck her as an anxious man, stressed about delays and desperate for people. She negotiated her price, the same as with Laramie, and when Conner staled, Rogue threatened to leave. Conner then relented and settled on the price, offering her work as well as for any comrades you might venture.
As the day set, Rogue returned to Ibis's funeral parlor. Gabriel was still sleeping, but his hands hadn't moved. Lack of sleep catches even the most talented assassins.
Skik had returned from whereever he had gone, returning with a bundle of weapons he had retreaved in the sewers. Among the prizes was Grimm's modified 10 mm. Gabriel had awoken when Skik had loudly placed the weapons he had recovered on the table. Rogue noticed how he snapped awake, weapons ready. Like a startled snake ready to strike in the blink of an eye.
His muscles visibly eased when he saw he was among friends, and sprung to his feet and approached the table. Looking over the weapons he picked up a shotgun and inspected its condition.
"You can get a fair price for this." He said.
No 'hello', 'how are you'? No "what's there to eat around here?' or "I was out last night late.' A man used to being alone.
Together they continued to clean the weapons and discuss their next moves. Caleb had left them, and they had to decide whether to follow or not. Rogue mentioned she had gone into town but had not seen Sanchez, but couldn't help but feel he was watching them. Gabriel merely nodded, and Skik seemed to ignore the issue altogether. Gabriel seemed keen to join Conner's caravan to Grey Cliffs, but Skik didn't seem interested at all.
Wally came out, his jaw opening wide to emit a giant yawn. "Good catch?" He said, indicating the weapons.
"Yes, How's Grimm?" Asked Rogue.
"He seems to be healing very well. Another day and he should be up and able to travel." Said Wally.
"That's kind of remarkable, isn't it. He seemed near death yesterday and tomorrow he's back to his old self?" Said Gabriel, and Rogue could hear a hint of suspicion there.
"Well, your friend was a near thing. But yes, you see, he's going to have to make some changes in his life. We'll talk to him about it, but you should all be a bit, well, patient and understanding if anything appears especially abnormal."
"Can I speak to him." Asked Rogue.
"Yes, but don't expect much. He's still early in recovery and drifts in and out."
Grim could barely keep his eyes open when Rogue and Gabriel saw him, and often he would murmur incoherently, but it seemed Grim could recognize them both. They spoke for a short time until Ibis came in and said that Grim needed to rest.
"Just a second. This might be important." Said Rogue, who then leaned in close to Grim to make sure she was heard. "We met a man. His name is Sanchez. He says he has business with you."
Grim looked at her, and mumbled something. Then more clearly he said. "Sanchez…… kill him." Then he closed his eyes and slipped into unconsciousness.