OPEN LOG.

[stopthat_destro]

Who: COBRA COMMANDERRRR and IDK. Totally open. Mutants, Goons, Barge people, whoever.
Where: The Outlands; scavenging around a blown out shopping center.
When: First day of port; evening
Warnings: UHHH DOUBT IT.

There was once an ice cream shop here, he was sure of it. There, he would find the crucial piece to his weather dominator: a frozen

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[gutsofaguppy]

This place was unsettlingly like Zombieland. Everything was gutted out, an abandoned wasteland left for creatures who would never appreciate it once had value.

He sighed, clutching his rifle a bit too tightly at his side.

"What was that?" he hissed to himself, seeing a shadow bounce off the wall. If it wasn't his imagination.. Columbus trembled a bit, moving swiftly towards the back of the shop.

[stopthat_destro]

He was elbow-deep in the frozen yogurt machine when he heard something vaguely sort of resembling a voice... unless it was his own imagination. It could've been his imagination. He wasn't willing to rule that out. Suspicious, he stopped in his mechanical meddling and stood to his full, not so imposing, totally average height. With one gloved hand, he reached around to the knife (well, jagged piece of rusty metal) tucked into his belt and held onto the electrical tape wrapping that passed as a hilt. He also had a gun on him, but since he left all of the ammo back at the lair, it only served to brandish threateningly or-- if all else failed-- stand in as a cudgel. So, the knife would do.

Save for the hissing of his breath through the gas mask, the Commander remained silent, watching for intruders. Greedy little mutants, they wanted what he'd scavenged, he was sure of it.

[gutsofaguppy]

He yelped upon seeing Rex in that get-up, not recognizing it as Rex, of course. At least it's not a zombie, his brilliant mind offered, but he lowered his weapon anyway.

"Hi, uh... whatcha doing there?"

[stopthat_destro]

He stared at the stranger, eyes narrowing behind the mask, then slowly moved his hand away from the knife so that he could throw himself in front of the frozen yogurt machine protectively. "It's MINE! Find your own!"

He stared at the man for a moment longer, scrutinizing him. Oh, he looked familiar...

Ah!

The Master's address to the world! Yesss, it was one of the "Barge" people. Of course, the bounty was quite low on this one, so he may not have been worth the reward... The Commander, still staring at Columbus suspiciously, reached back to try to tug a piece of the machine out.

Long post is loooooooooooooong D:

[deathmerciful]

Louis had checked his watch again. The night had gone so fast it concerned him. With the alien ship docked at the other end of the city security checks had been even more rigorous. He had to bribe the checkpoints double to get through tonight. When you could afford it, the right people wanted to know you. At this rate, this venture would barely turn a profit. The outlerland were rich from the debris of the last war, mostly picked off but you could still find pricey items if you knew where to look. Or traded food with a mutant who would do the work for you

HI TWIN

[stopthat_destro]

So many disturbances! The Commander was not pleased. This was why he always sent his minion out to scavenge for parts. He'd only just gotten the machine open, too...

With an annoyed hiss, he pulled his own gun out (which wasn't even loaded, as the ammo was back at the base) and peered over the counter separating the back end of the shop from the filthy masses.

"Who'ssss there?!" he barked, in his best I AM NOT TO BE TRIFLED WITH voice. It wasn't that scary. But, just to show he meant business, he raised the (still not loaded) gun so that the (useless) barrel was resting on the counter, aiming (absolutely nothing) at whoever would walk in.

HAI. HOW'S THE BLISTERING SKIN CONDITION?

[deathmerciful]

"Commander?" He called, fairly certain that this shuffling mess of a creature was the one he was after. He saw the glint of a scope or goggles at the end of the shops over a counter. Louis had always seen well at night for reasons he did not quite understand. He crept forward, a hand over his own rifle.

"I've heard much about you and require your most valuable skills." He spoke openly although a more acute wordsmith would have picked up a hint of condescension.

[stopthat_destro]

"Ah!" The stranger couldn't see it, but the Commander was grinning behind his mask. "Ssso... You've heard of me." Then, mumbling to himself: "Yesss, good..."

Luckily for the man, the Commander didn't pick up any of that condescension. He was deluded enough to believe it was completely genuine. "You wouldn't be the first-- NOR THE LASSSST!" He cackled, then descended into a coughing fit. A few moments passed, and he let out a final hack, then lowered his gun slowly. "I have many ssskills, all of which come at a price! Which do you require?"

[darknessb4me]

Arthas, for his part, had never seen a strip mall and was mildly puzzled at the large windows and logos. The cars were more familiar, and the first one he and Gellert came across promptly had its window broken so the death knight could poke his head inside. He planted a hand on the skeleton's chest, craned his neck back over the roof of the car, and, just for kicks, tried to get all of the skeletons to reanimate and become a horrible army of the damned obedient to his will.

They failed to do so. He scowled and, frustrated, plucked the skull and right femur off of the corpse, tossing the former into the air and swinging at it with the latter.

Batter up.

Crunch.

[wandthief]

Gellert folded his arms and watched Arthas, not sure whether to be amused or annoyed.

"What do you think you're trying to do?"

[darknessb4me]

His tone was bored. "I was going to try to raise it from the dead. If you have a knife I could try it with a pentagram. I'd tell them not to attack you unless you annoy me, in which case you and your little stick are on your own."

[wandthief]

"Yes, we're all allowed to carry weapons aboard, like your sword," Gellert said, obviously sarcastic, although his voice was even. At mention of a 'stick' he pulled out his wand and looked at it, wondering. Maybe his powers would work here - he hadn't heard the earlier message.

He gave it a try, flicking the wand toward their environment. Some dust kicked up but nothing else happened and he looked very disappointed.

"Usless...," he put it back away.

[namorofthesea]

Namor was scavenging himself, but for a very different thing. Though he, too, wished for war on the filthy norms, his intended methods were more through force than technology, and currently his main concern was to get food for his people, a small group of mutants he had dubbed Atlanteans. After all, he was well aware that rats and roaches had nested in the wall even if the food these buildings once contained had long since decayed, which while being far beneath what his people deserved, was the best he could provide.

For the moment.

Crouching in the former ice cream spot next to a rathole, Namor repeatedly tore at the crumbling plaster until the hole was big enough to snatch at the scrambling rat, desperately trying to fight against him in order to crawl back into the hole, but in one swift jerk Namor pulled it out and slammed it against the ground, killing it, before resuming his gathering attempt.

[stopthat_destro]

At the sound of a rat squealing, the Commander let out a curse and threw his wrench down. "What is GOING ON OUT THERE?!" he shouted, rising from his spot yet again to stalk out into the main shop. "Oh. It'sss you."

He recognized Namor, of course. The outlands weren't so populated that there were many strangers amongst them.

[namorofthesea]

Namor stood, startled when he heard the Commander's voice, though he soon recongized it and suspected there would be little trouble. Though he often suspected that his fellow mutant was mad, he had little quarrel with the man.

"Yes. It is I. And if you don't mind, there is much work to be done." He paused, examining the Commander. "If you are in need of food, Atlantis would be willing to trade her vast bounty with you."

The vast bounty was, of course, just as grand as his mostly imaginary Atlantis, which consisted of the few mutants willing to play along with his delusions. And with that, Namor continued his method of beating down the walls until vermin were exposed and killing them quickly before they could escape.

[stopthat_destro]

"You can't do work here. I'm doing work here!" he hissed, puffing up angrily. Only he couldn't really puff up. He just took in a big angry breath. Still, the offer of food...

"Oh?" He tilted his head, then made a disgusted noise. "You eat rats! That's dissssgusting."