Twenty Sixth Krieg - Action

[sturmbahnfurher]

[Action 1]

[As dawn sweeps across the blasted remains of Mayfield, you may find a short, fat man dressed entirely in white swaying through the rubble. At first, it might look like he's swaying due to injury and might fall, but he keeps reasserting himself. After a few moments, it becomes obvious he isn't hurt. Isn't injured in the least. His

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Action 3

[monk_of_keyfu]

[Key-Fu was just doing his manly powerwalk through the streets when he gets intercepted by the Major.]

How curious! I feel I am being caressed by a prickly pear!

[sturmbahnfurher]

[...What? What kind of reaction is that? He has no clue what to think of that. He just smiles a bit at the response.]

Indeed! It is a most prickly pear friend! It would be a shame if it pricked any further, would it not?

[monk_of_keyfu]

Quite so! Therefore I feel I must join the pavement dating service!

[And suddenly Key-Fu dives toward the ground into a tumble before whirling round to face his assailant, assuming a martial arts kata pose.]

[And that's when you'll see it, Major-Key-Fu's crosseyed, toothy grin.]

[sturmbahnfurher]

[The Major stifles a little bit of snickering, if just because he liked that joke. He raises an eyebrow at the man, before shaking his head.]

My friend, I would suggest...reassessing the situation. Before you do something you'll regret.

[monk_of_keyfu]

[Key-Fu takes no further action, remaining practically frozen in that posture of his.]

Truly it is because of the apocalyptic acupuncture that I avoid the egrets of regression!

[sturmbahnfurher]

[The Major just stares at Key-Fu for a moment. And smiles.]

Well then friend, it is good that I simply wished to ask a question!

[monk_of_keyfu]

[You wanna turn this into a smiling contest, son? In a burst of motion, Key-Fu dramatically points forward at The Major, but doesn't move otherwise.]

It appears the understanding was misplaced! Let us break the ice with Jay Leno's chin!

[sturmbahnfurher]

Indeed. You see friend, I simply need help with finding some supplies, and wished to know if you would help me.

[monk_of_keyfu]

Feel free to reveal your iron blue intentions, my poking prospector!

[sturmbahnfurher]

Those are indeed my true intentions! I simply need help finding and getting supplies.

[monk_of_keyfu]

[Key-Fu seems all too eager to help the man who held him at knife point just a few minutes ago, judging by the way he suddenly thrusts that pointed finger up into the air.]

Never fear! Together we shall search for the storehouse of Adam Smith!

[sturmbahnfurher]

[You are just...a strange, perplexing man, Key-Fu.]

...I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with that name. Care to enlighten me?

[monk_of_keyfu]

Why, I speak of the man of invisible hands! He who lavishes opals of opulence upon the nations of the world!

[sturmbahnfurher]

I'm afraid I've never heard of him!

[monk_of_keyfu]

Most unfortunate! He is the patron of supply and demand!

[sturmbahnfurher]

MMm, I suppose it must be.

[And the Major turns, waving a hand for Key-Fu to follow him. Come.

We have a great deal of work to do.]