Difference between revisions of "Iorek in the Pits - RPLOG"
(Auto update) |
(Auto update) |
||
| Line 5: | Line 5: | ||
29/3/479 | 29/3/479 | ||
=Log= | =Log= | ||
| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It is dark and a little cold in the light rainfall. The shanties are quiet, for now and a thin sliver of moon occasionally peeks through the thick clouds overhead.<br> <br>Iorek lingers in the shadows, overlooking the warehouse were he failed last night. Figuring he may get a lead or two if they are dumb enough to come back, he has been lurking around, staying out of sight. He is carrying a large sack as he heads towards a nearby rooftop that he was on yesterday. |
| + | |||
| + | Climbing back up, he opens his satchel with some basic gardening supplies he bought to improve the little rooftop garden he found struggling yesterday. High grade fertilizer and seeds for quality, basic tomato and pepper crops he was advised should manage to grow in this enviroment. | ||
| + | |||
| + | Feeling that the owner is nowhere to be seen, he starts replanting some of the pots. 'At least I can do something useful around here' he mutters to himself under his breath.<br> <br>The dog only manages to right a single pot when something jabs him hard in the back, low on his spine. "Stand up straight," comes a vicious rasp, "Keep your hands where I can see em and don't turn around or I will gut you like a fish."<br> <br>Iorek let's out a slight whimper, amazed someone managed to sneak up on him up here. The dog does as he's told, putting down the tools he was using to fix the plants and stands up slowly, keeping his back to the person, remaining silent for now as he tries to size up the threat.<br> <br>"Creators," the rasping voice sighs and the pressure comes off Iorek's back, "That would have been the best time to make a move, kid." There is a rustle of fabric and a grunt. "Turn around, knucklehead."<br> <br>Iorek is confused by that reaction and turns around looking over who got the better of him. The dog himself is just wearing some non-descript clothing, leaving his armour to go incognito, he lowers his hood thinking he can drop the act "M-Make a move?"<br> <br>Sitting on the edge of the building is a tattered looking, silver furred fox with a tattered ear and a long scar across one milky, blind eye. He wears a tattered black coat and a frown. "When a man warns you he's gonna gut you," he rasps, "He's not ready to do the deed."<br> <br>Iorek looks the man up and down and shrugs "Well, yeah... Didn't want to give you a reason to, and I didn't recognise your voice from the card players last night so I figured I'd take my chances... see how this plays out I guess..."<br> <br>The ragged fox looks Iorek up and down. "What's your beef with the Wild Jack's, kid?" he asks, hands folded in his lap. Strangely, there is no sign of a knife on the grizzled old man.<br> <br>Iorek smirks a little as he figured this old fox knew something more than he was letting on "I'm going to guess I don't have to tell you they're the worst of the ones around right now... I'm just sick of the crap people have to go through out here, though I'm sure I don't have to tell you that." he relaxes a little and crosses his arms "You clearly know more than most about what goes on here and judging by how I never heard you coming, I'm going to guess you aren't as withered as you look old man." | ||
| + | |||
| + | He quickly looks around to see if anyone else is here "Though I figure this isn't about me messing up your garden last night?"<br> <br>"I know enough, kid," the scarred fox says, leaning forward, "But what I know isn't really the question here, is it?" He waves his hand around the empty, silent patch of ramshackle buildings. "You got any guesses why it's so quiet round here?" he asks.<br> <br>Iorek gives an odd look as his ears perk listening to the deafening silence around him. It's not only quiet for being night, there's something odd about it. "Uh... I dunno, people keeping their distence from that place after my screw up last night?" he sighs deeply and looks around getting a little agitated "Look, I'm just trying to help alright, why you wasting your time on me?"<br> <br>"Because seven people were dragged out of their homes and beaten within an inch of their lives today trying to get information on that little stunt you pulled," the fox growls, "If I don't waste a little time here, people are gonna wind up dead!" The fox's milky, blind eye is suddenly in Iorek's face as the ragged man is upon him with surprising speed. "You've been throwing rocks at the hornet nest," he rasps, "And other people are getting stung! I'm here to see if you're a well meaning idiot or a problem that need solving! What have you got to say to that?"<br> <br>Iorek appears stunned. though it appears more so that the revelation that the old man's speed. His eyes wide and mouth drop's open at the realisation as he backs of shacking his head "I... I... I...". | ||
| + | |||
| + | Rendered speechless the pup looks overcome with guilt thinking he's responsible for others getting hurt as he looks back at the warehouse.<br> <br>"Yeah, you you you," the old fox rasps, "Bloody idiot." He shakes his head with a sigh. "You're one of Gramps's boys, aren't you?" he asks, "What in seven hells brought you back here after you got out?" There is no way anyone should have been able to figure that out. Who was this old man?<br> <br>Iorek his focus snaps back to the old man, so unexpected that they man figured out who he was and struggles to think of what to say, before he takes a breath and tries to calm himself unsuccessfully "Just because I got out, why should I forget about everyone else still struggling here?! I tried to put it behind me, be a crafter, go exploring, make a life, but I just can't forget what I ran from, how could i?!" The young dog appears to be close to tears as he lets out his passion "I'll make that scum pay for what they did, I just have to be smarter, not give them a reason to hurt anymore till I can finish them." it sounds like he's not even convincing himself with his ideolism.<br> <br>The tattered old fox considers Iorek with a critical gaze, then nods, as if confirming something to himself. "Stupid, then," he rasps, "Come on then, knuckle head. We got work to do." With that, the old man steps to the edge of the roof and with his hands jammed deep into his pockets, he steps off into the empty air!<br> <br>Iorek looks at the edge where the fox dropped down, still having no idea what is going on. He looks back at the work he had been doing and decides he should probably just follow the old man, figure out what he's meaning. | ||
| + | |||
| + | He drops nimbly from the roof and follows along behind the fox quietly, raising his hood again, his tail between his legs.<br> <br>The old man walks purposefully down the street, hands in his pockets. "Lesson one," he rasps, "Don't look like a target. You look good enough to eat, puppy dog. Man up!" The grizzled fox moves with speed and confidence, in spite of a slight limp. "Won't be teaching you nothing if you get mugged on the way to where we're going," he growls. | ||
Revision as of 02:42, 30 March 2016
Participants
Date
29/3/479
Log
It is dark and a little cold in the light rainfall. The shanties are quiet, for now and a thin sliver of moon occasionally peeks through the thick clouds overhead.
Iorek lingers in the shadows, overlooking the warehouse were he failed last night. Figuring he may get a lead or two if they are dumb enough to come back, he has been lurking around, staying out of sight. He is carrying a large sack as he heads towards a nearby rooftop that he was on yesterday.
Climbing back up, he opens his satchel with some basic gardening supplies he bought to improve the little rooftop garden he found struggling yesterday. High grade fertilizer and seeds for quality, basic tomato and pepper crops he was advised should manage to grow in this enviroment.
Feeling that the owner is nowhere to be seen, he starts replanting some of the pots. 'At least I can do something useful around here' he mutters to himself under his breath.
The dog only manages to right a single pot when something jabs him hard in the back, low on his spine. "Stand up straight," comes a vicious rasp, "Keep your hands where I can see em and don't turn around or I will gut you like a fish."
Iorek let's out a slight whimper, amazed someone managed to sneak up on him up here. The dog does as he's told, putting down the tools he was using to fix the plants and stands up slowly, keeping his back to the person, remaining silent for now as he tries to size up the threat.
"Creators," the rasping voice sighs and the pressure comes off Iorek's back, "That would have been the best time to make a move, kid." There is a rustle of fabric and a grunt. "Turn around, knucklehead."
Iorek is confused by that reaction and turns around looking over who got the better of him. The dog himself is just wearing some non-descript clothing, leaving his armour to go incognito, he lowers his hood thinking he can drop the act "M-Make a move?"
Sitting on the edge of the building is a tattered looking, silver furred fox with a tattered ear and a long scar across one milky, blind eye. He wears a tattered black coat and a frown. "When a man warns you he's gonna gut you," he rasps, "He's not ready to do the deed."
Iorek looks the man up and down and shrugs "Well, yeah... Didn't want to give you a reason to, and I didn't recognise your voice from the card players last night so I figured I'd take my chances... see how this plays out I guess..."
The ragged fox looks Iorek up and down. "What's your beef with the Wild Jack's, kid?" he asks, hands folded in his lap. Strangely, there is no sign of a knife on the grizzled old man.
Iorek smirks a little as he figured this old fox knew something more than he was letting on "I'm going to guess I don't have to tell you they're the worst of the ones around right now... I'm just sick of the crap people have to go through out here, though I'm sure I don't have to tell you that." he relaxes a little and crosses his arms "You clearly know more than most about what goes on here and judging by how I never heard you coming, I'm going to guess you aren't as withered as you look old man."
He quickly looks around to see if anyone else is here "Though I figure this isn't about me messing up your garden last night?"
"I know enough, kid," the scarred fox says, leaning forward, "But what I know isn't really the question here, is it?" He waves his hand around the empty, silent patch of ramshackle buildings. "You got any guesses why it's so quiet round here?" he asks.
Iorek gives an odd look as his ears perk listening to the deafening silence around him. It's not only quiet for being night, there's something odd about it. "Uh... I dunno, people keeping their distence from that place after my screw up last night?" he sighs deeply and looks around getting a little agitated "Look, I'm just trying to help alright, why you wasting your time on me?"
"Because seven people were dragged out of their homes and beaten within an inch of their lives today trying to get information on that little stunt you pulled," the fox growls, "If I don't waste a little time here, people are gonna wind up dead!" The fox's milky, blind eye is suddenly in Iorek's face as the ragged man is upon him with surprising speed. "You've been throwing rocks at the hornet nest," he rasps, "And other people are getting stung! I'm here to see if you're a well meaning idiot or a problem that need solving! What have you got to say to that?"
Iorek appears stunned. though it appears more so that the revelation that the old man's speed. His eyes wide and mouth drop's open at the realisation as he backs of shacking his head "I... I... I...".
Rendered speechless the pup looks overcome with guilt thinking he's responsible for others getting hurt as he looks back at the warehouse.
"Yeah, you you you," the old fox rasps, "Bloody idiot." He shakes his head with a sigh. "You're one of Gramps's boys, aren't you?" he asks, "What in seven hells brought you back here after you got out?" There is no way anyone should have been able to figure that out. Who was this old man?
Iorek his focus snaps back to the old man, so unexpected that they man figured out who he was and struggles to think of what to say, before he takes a breath and tries to calm himself unsuccessfully "Just because I got out, why should I forget about everyone else still struggling here?! I tried to put it behind me, be a crafter, go exploring, make a life, but I just can't forget what I ran from, how could i?!" The young dog appears to be close to tears as he lets out his passion "I'll make that scum pay for what they did, I just have to be smarter, not give them a reason to hurt anymore till I can finish them." it sounds like he's not even convincing himself with his ideolism.
The tattered old fox considers Iorek with a critical gaze, then nods, as if confirming something to himself. "Stupid, then," he rasps, "Come on then, knuckle head. We got work to do." With that, the old man steps to the edge of the roof and with his hands jammed deep into his pockets, he steps off into the empty air!
Iorek looks at the edge where the fox dropped down, still having no idea what is going on. He looks back at the work he had been doing and decides he should probably just follow the old man, figure out what he's meaning.
He drops nimbly from the roof and follows along behind the fox quietly, raising his hood again, his tail between his legs.
The old man walks purposefully down the street, hands in his pockets. "Lesson one," he rasps, "Don't look like a target. You look good enough to eat, puppy dog. Man up!" The grizzled fox moves with speed and confidence, in spite of a slight limp. "Won't be teaching you nothing if you get mugged on the way to where we're going," he growls.
