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Post by DMis on Mar 8, 2016 14:00:53 GMT -5
Dryade sighed as she flipped over another random crate of supplies. In the hour or so of hunting, she had found 2 ores and a single blade needed 3. Needless to say the Mordeshi woman was annoyed at the prospects.
"What's your total, Knuckles?" She called over her shoulder.
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Post by ryocker on Mar 8, 2016 14:18:13 GMT -5
A large metal drum was knocked over, the contents thankfully empty. Knuckles walked out into the open, Still wearing his assassin's robes. "Eh, sad to say, I've only found five good chunks of the stuff," he sighed, pulling a few pieces out for her to see. "Man, this place gives me some bad memories... An evil emperor of sorts constantly builds machinery like this. Though I've got to wonder- do you think there's any ore below the park somewhere?"
Not very far away, a raspy, exhausted cough managed to catch their attention, the cough echoing from what appeared to be a way underground.
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Post by DMis on Mar 8, 2016 14:31:56 GMT -5
"We're one short for the order for Sir Ezio. And more than-" Dryade went towards the coughing sound and cut herself off. Another vwhoosh and she was invisible once more.
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Post by ryocker on Mar 9, 2016 0:17:02 GMT -5
Knuckles blinked, keeping an eye on her position as he ran to the side of the entrance. Seeing as he couldn't just turn invisible, Knuckles had to rely on his extra senses and stealth- something he did NOT prefer. "Anything down there?"
The one groaning just kept it up, pushing a few stones aside. "Uuugh..."
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Post by DMis on Mar 9, 2016 0:55:45 GMT -5
Dryade poked her head around the entrance way to the under ground.
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Post by ryocker on Mar 9, 2016 15:52:28 GMT -5
"Gosh dang it, I thought I swore off beer a long time ago," the voice groaned. Knuckles raised an eyebrow.
"...Um, I can't tell if that's the voice of a construction worker or not," he offered. "HEY YOU! YOU FRIENDLY?!"
"If you're not part of that cheating Dominion's army!" the man yelled back. "Ow, ow, headache..."
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Post by DMis on Mar 9, 2016 23:20:36 GMT -5
Dryade blinked. "Geode?"
She still stayed cloak just to be safe thinking that this "construction worker" could be pulling a fast one.
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Post by ryocker on Mar 10, 2016 10:21:55 GMT -5
"How do you know my- BLAKE?!?" he called, before giving another painful groan. "Ow, holy crap that hurts..." Knuckles cautiously entered, looking around. It looked like a mining facility was under the park, and like he had predicted, a good number of untouched Ores were spread around. "I'm made of rock, yet landing in a pit full of coal hurts like hell," he groaned.
"I'll bet it does," Knuckles sighed. "So, I take it you two are... friends?"
"The best kind!" Richtor smiled.
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Post by DMis on Mar 10, 2016 11:03:11 GMT -5
Dryade decloaked and let her palm meed her forehead after retracting her claws. "Please tell me you didn't damage your medi-guns....." she groaned.
"Knuckles. This is my partner Richtor Geode. Richtor, this is Knuckles. And no. Knuckles is not one of those infernal Chua," she offered a few seconds later.
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Post by ryocker on Mar 10, 2016 11:39:38 GMT -5
Richtor looked at knuckles. "...He's short like one."
"I get that a lot," Knuckles smirked.
Richtor checked his guns, making sure everything was in working order. "... they seem alright-" he pulled the trigger, a blast of distorting energy flying from the gun. "Heh, yeah, they're cool."
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Post by DMis on Mar 10, 2016 12:32:19 GMT -5
"Good," Dryade offered. "Well we need to retrieve a few ores so mind walking with us?"
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Post by ryocker on Mar 10, 2016 12:52:36 GMT -5
"Sure thing!" he smiled, popping his back. "So, what'cha guys needing ores for? Building material?"
Knuckles gave his head a quick shake. "Actually, we're using the ores to make something pretty special. Too special to say to just anyone, even if you are a friend."
Richtor moved in, whispering to Dryade. "Dry, you're not getting involved with some risky business, are you?"
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Post by DMis on Mar 10, 2016 12:57:25 GMT -5
"No riskier than what we dealt with on Nexus," Dryade replied in an unamused tone. "Just helping a cause."
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Post by ryocker on Mar 10, 2016 13:25:12 GMT -5
"Somehow I doubt that," Richtor sighed. "....where even are we, anyway? Obviously, it's not the place we came from."
"Nexus Island," Knuckles answered. "Also called Dimensional Island- it's something of a dispute over which name is right, but honestly the name of the place isn't so important." Richtor thought about this, scratching his chin.
"Well, at least you clarified. I don't think I've seen a facility this... primitive on Nexus."
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Post by DMis on Mar 10, 2016 13:37:21 GMT -5
"The Torine Forge was pretty primitive," Dryade noted. "Then again so were those bone piles that the Draken lived in too."
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