A bear's armor is his soul...
Characters: Forge northernbear er possibly open if anyone wants to run into him after.
Date/Time: May 19th, after noonish.
Location: Scravengers' Yard.
Rating: PG for mild ant violence
Summary: A mysterious note leads Forge to the location of his armor. Some NPC harassment.
Upon returning to the makeshift cave formed out of mattresses Forge noticed a bright card that clearly read "Thank you" on the front. He picked it up gingerly to inspect it and out slid a small note. The note depicted a very familiar image, that of his armor, and stated simply that someone had seen something like that in the Scavengers' Yard. That was all the prompting the bear needed.
He tore out of the makeshift cave and across the department store swiftly, running with all his might towards the elevator. He skidded to a halt mere feet from the guards standing at the elevator. "Let me pass." He demanded shortly with a hint of a snarl in his tone. The guards looked slightly nervous but shook their heads.
"We can't let you up, the ants are still around what if one came down with you?" Forge let out an annoyed snarl which caused the guards to look at each other. Frankly if an irritable bear wanted to go up the tree, they didn't really want to try to stop him. "Fine, don't bring any pests back with you." They stepped aside and let the bear saunter past. It wasn't likely an ant would survive the ride with the bear anyway.
He punched the button with a claw, careful not to damage the elevator and waited impatiently for the doors to open again. When they did he was greeted by the open jaws of one of the soldier ants. Forge roared and charged the creature without hesitation, slamming his weight down on its head and bounding onward without even bothering to check if he'd finished the creature off. Unlikely that the ant would have survived a blow like that. Forge searched intently, he knew his armor was there and he'd find it no matter how many ants he had to crush to get to it. Eventually something caught his eye, not a glimmer but a bloodstained rust. There at the top of a pile of damaged parts of various machines perched his armor, rusted from sitting out so long without oiling, but otherwise not very changed from what he remembered. After all, it had always been scratched and dented with the evidence of many battles.
A few leaps and bounds later Forge was upon his armor which he lifted and swung across his back easily despite the weight of it. The metal plates screeched in protest, he would need to oil it as soon as he could, but now he felt much better that he had it back.
An armored bear was nothing without his armor.
He returned to the elevator with minimal harassment from the ants, not that they posed much of a threat. For the guards he brought back one dead, in case they required more for anti-venom.
[[OOC: Bear has his armor! He might be less grumpy now, if slightly. Feel free to mention seeing a bear in armor or the ant he left at the doorstep. You can has ant, is gift?]]
Date/Time: May 19th, after noonish.
Location: Scravengers' Yard.
Rating: PG for mild ant violence
Summary: A mysterious note leads Forge to the location of his armor. Some NPC harassment.
Upon returning to the makeshift cave formed out of mattresses Forge noticed a bright card that clearly read "Thank you" on the front. He picked it up gingerly to inspect it and out slid a small note. The note depicted a very familiar image, that of his armor, and stated simply that someone had seen something like that in the Scavengers' Yard. That was all the prompting the bear needed.
He tore out of the makeshift cave and across the department store swiftly, running with all his might towards the elevator. He skidded to a halt mere feet from the guards standing at the elevator. "Let me pass." He demanded shortly with a hint of a snarl in his tone. The guards looked slightly nervous but shook their heads.
"We can't let you up, the ants are still around what if one came down with you?" Forge let out an annoyed snarl which caused the guards to look at each other. Frankly if an irritable bear wanted to go up the tree, they didn't really want to try to stop him. "Fine, don't bring any pests back with you." They stepped aside and let the bear saunter past. It wasn't likely an ant would survive the ride with the bear anyway.
He punched the button with a claw, careful not to damage the elevator and waited impatiently for the doors to open again. When they did he was greeted by the open jaws of one of the soldier ants. Forge roared and charged the creature without hesitation, slamming his weight down on its head and bounding onward without even bothering to check if he'd finished the creature off. Unlikely that the ant would have survived a blow like that. Forge searched intently, he knew his armor was there and he'd find it no matter how many ants he had to crush to get to it. Eventually something caught his eye, not a glimmer but a bloodstained rust. There at the top of a pile of damaged parts of various machines perched his armor, rusted from sitting out so long without oiling, but otherwise not very changed from what he remembered. After all, it had always been scratched and dented with the evidence of many battles.
A few leaps and bounds later Forge was upon his armor which he lifted and swung across his back easily despite the weight of it. The metal plates screeched in protest, he would need to oil it as soon as he could, but now he felt much better that he had it back.
An armored bear was nothing without his armor.
He returned to the elevator with minimal harassment from the ants, not that they posed much of a threat. For the guards he brought back one dead, in case they required more for anti-venom.
[[OOC: Bear has his armor! He might be less grumpy now, if slightly. Feel free to mention seeing a bear in armor or the ant he left at the doorstep. You can has ant, is gift?]]