It creeps all over you like a dull ache. [WRATH]

[virtupets]

"All right." The imposing, black-robed doctor steps to the forefront of the little ragtag group that's gathered thus far. "Since I wouldn't trust any of the rest of you with leadership over a game of Oregon Trail, let alone a survival party, I'm going to be calling the shots with this darling little peanut gallery

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[amazon_dd]

And all she has with her are her home building tools. Hammer, drill, measuring tape, plumb bob. Actually, that last could be pretty handy. She winds the twine of it around her fist a few times, leaving the little conical weight dangling. Good for smacking people who get too grabby, perhaps.

"I still don't understand what the smeg is going on here."

[taz_dingo]

"Not sure, either, but everyone else's cleared out. The green one's right. Best we can do is start walkin'." This is his answer for just about every problem. When all else fails, pick a direction and walk.

He didn't see much need to bring a weapon to a block party, but he's still got his set of totems on a sling around his back. They're about the girth of a small sapling, the length of a forearm, roughly carved and travel-sized. Now, here's hoping they work properly . . .

[this_is_sooba]

"The best you can do, maybe." If that's sulking, it's awfully cheerful sulking. Having retrieved a small cap from a pocket in his robe somewhere, he closes up the half-empty bottle he'd been carrying around during the party a few moments ago. Won't be needing this now--it vanishes with a little flicker.

Richard has no weapons at all. None whatsoever. Yep. No weapons. Teehee.

[thesilkenmaster]

Good thing the Master wasn't actually interested in being the leader; he had very little clue what was actually going on and wouldn't be suited to the task at all. Although, a clueless leader bringing death and ruin to the party certainly appealed to the Neverborn, it wouldn't do him any favors in the long run.

"Less talking and more walking if you please," he chirped politely from the back of the line. Leaning casually on his black cane (which isn't really groaning in pain, that's just your imagination) as he walked, the deathknight kept look out. It wouldn't do to have one of those abnormally large bears sneaking up on the group, now would it?