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Characters: Stoneface (stonyfaced) and Paladin (mythgravenblade)
Date/Time: June 20th/21s5, evening to late night
Location: The Wilderness
Rating: 14-A for probable gore and creepy things.
Summary: Alas, poor NPC is stuck in the Wilderness, and Stoneface needs to rescue his subordinate. Paladin gets roped in to help.
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When Stoneface saw the distinctly disturbing plea for help - in the writing of one of his new recruits no less - he wasted no time in gearing up and speeding over to the elevator as fast as he could. Usually, he stayed away from the Wilderness; he had no interest in a place that changed every month, disliked the buddy system and found himself ill equipped to deal with things that you couldn't use psychology against. But aversion be damned, the watchman was calling for him and Stoneface would never abandon a subordinate in need. He recalled the man behind the writing.
He was a younger, round-faced man who had skill with blunt weaponry and a certain enthusiasm and idealism that both revolted and attracted Stoneface to welcome him onto the team. He seemed a bit of a fool, a bit reckless, but he had a feeling that he would make a good watcman, just as some called Youth a fool upon his first arrival. Besides, he'd always had a soft spot for the underdog.
Well, look at what happened with that. There was blood on the paper. What if he found him but couldn't move him? He had a rudimentary education in first aid, of course, but nothing to deal with major wounds, and he needed somebody to come with him. He'd need a medic and a fighter, and--
There was Paladin, right by the elevator. He rushed up to him, clanking as he walked. "Paladin! I need your help. Can you fight?"
Date/Time: June 20th/21s5, evening to late night
Location: The Wilderness
Rating: 14-A for probable gore and creepy things.
Summary: Alas, poor NPC is stuck in the Wilderness, and Stoneface needs to rescue his subordinate. Paladin gets roped in to help.
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When Stoneface saw the distinctly disturbing plea for help - in the writing of one of his new recruits no less - he wasted no time in gearing up and speeding over to the elevator as fast as he could. Usually, he stayed away from the Wilderness; he had no interest in a place that changed every month, disliked the buddy system and found himself ill equipped to deal with things that you couldn't use psychology against. But aversion be damned, the watchman was calling for him and Stoneface would never abandon a subordinate in need. He recalled the man behind the writing.
He was a younger, round-faced man who had skill with blunt weaponry and a certain enthusiasm and idealism that both revolted and attracted Stoneface to welcome him onto the team. He seemed a bit of a fool, a bit reckless, but he had a feeling that he would make a good watcman, just as some called Youth a fool upon his first arrival. Besides, he'd always had a soft spot for the underdog.
Well, look at what happened with that. There was blood on the paper. What if he found him but couldn't move him? He had a rudimentary education in first aid, of course, but nothing to deal with major wounds, and he needed somebody to come with him. He'd need a medic and a fighter, and--
There was Paladin, right by the elevator. He rushed up to him, clanking as he walked. "Paladin! I need your help. Can you fight?"