Dec 02, 2005 20:13
Laini is camped out by the front door. Almost literally, there is a pile of stuff that looks like camping gear to one degree or another, all hitched onto a folded metal frame. She is sitting by it, in jeans, a sweater, and hiking shoes.
The outfit will probably change many times to suit her whim, however. (Just wait until Tomb Raider.)
underhill,
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He gestures to his small pack. "I could have brought more gear, but I have no clue what we'll be going into, so I brought the bare necessities and figured you could tell me what else we need."
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"Even some cold-weather gear. You weren't too hard to size." She winks.
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"And that had better not be an insult to my stature. I am manly. Really."
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There is a remote control in her hand, with buttons. She presses a few, and the folded metal frame under the pile starts unfolding and rising up.
"Not a musk ox, really. Even better, see? A carryall."
The carryall vaguely resembles those 6-legged bug-bots sent to explore inhuman terrains, and eventually other planets. The himilayas should not be that much more difficult.
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