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Post by Wakuda on Sept 19, 2016 22:22:46 GMT
Noticing Zack has chosen to use his words instead of merely ending this loon, Wakuda attempts to help. Hearing the word drop from Zack, Wakuda follows his lead and employs his most powerful tactic, fright. "DROP. IT!" He roars into the mans face, bearing his teeth. (Intimidate +20)
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Post by Bodvarsson on Sept 20, 2016 7:18:34 GMT
"Bah, you are quicker than you look and your... Pet... plays rarther rough" Dadi concedes. "How rude. Wander in on a man peacefully having afternoonsies, outnumber him 2 to 1 and smash him over the head? Bad form I say! If you don't want any trouble you can do anything that takes you bloody, dandy fancy" Dadi mumbles rubbing the bump on his head and sitting back down to eat in a huff. "Wouldn't make the cut in the Scabbordies" he mutters to himself filling his mouth once again "no panache"
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Post by DM on Sept 20, 2016 8:59:46 GMT
(Dadi the form of Zack's 'pet' has you shaken)
(If your deciding to end combat, feel free to post as you wish)
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Post by Zack on Sept 20, 2016 11:40:25 GMT
"No panache?! You were hiding under a box!" Zack laughs in disbelief at this old scallywag, slowly putting his gun away.
"Wakuda is my friend anyway you old codger, not a pet." He says, heading back out to the shutter, looking about and then, assuming he isn't shot or sees any mutants, heads off to drag his motorcycle in and close the gate and shutter behind him.
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Post by Wakuda on Sept 20, 2016 11:46:40 GMT
Seeing that the conflict has resolved, Wakuda begins his best attempts at Communication and diplomacy. "Me. Wakuda. Who. You?" he growls, his hand outstretched in front of the man from the box
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Post by Bodvarsson on Sept 20, 2016 12:04:05 GMT
"Gobbling todgers, back in my day wiper-snappers like you were taught not to answer back your superiors! As for the box, a master of the arts of warfare must learn to use every aspect of the battlefield whether in hindsight is appears ridiculous or not... Oh by the way, could you be a champ and fetch my gun old sport?"
Dadi goes beck to stuffing his face with olives and peering curiously but cautiously towards the masked Goliath who had clouted him so thoroughly.
In response to his question Dadi puffs out his red chest. "I am the Honourable Professor Dadi Bodvarrson, Llb, MA, MSC, BSC, PHD assistant dean of the faculty of social sciences and self-appointed head of the New Scabbordiers. Back at the museum they call me General Bod, Very pleased to meet you sir." Rambles Dadi a little nervous and incoherent. Bits of olive and spittle fly from his lips.
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Post by Wakuda on Sept 20, 2016 12:26:48 GMT
Wakuda nods along to the flurry of words that Bodvarsson spews forth, barely understanding a lick. He thinks over the sounds he just heard searching for a name, until he finds one. "Dean." He growls. "Me. Sorry. Me. Hit. You." He nods and begins surveying the area, eyes open for any threats, awaiting Zacks return.
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Post by Bodvarsson on Sept 20, 2016 12:38:34 GMT
"It's quite alright. So where are you from old chap?" Bodvarrson says assuming from his appearance, (and on the basis of blunt prejudice) that he was a refugee or some other such miscreant.
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Post by Zack on Sept 20, 2016 12:56:36 GMT
When Zack returns from just round the corner he is pushing a heavy motorcycle, moving slowly past the gate and into the warehouse, stopping to close the gate and, when inside, the shutters.
"Phew." Zack sighs and sits on his motorcycle. "We can relax now Wakuda."
"Did you say Professor?" Zack asks with a raised eyebrow. "Figured all the fuddy duddies would be dead by now."
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Post by Wakuda on Sept 20, 2016 12:58:06 GMT
Wakuda stares at 'Dean' for some time, knowing from the tone that it was a question he just asked, but having no idea what on earth the question was. Before eventually shaking his head and growling "Me. Not. Talk. Good.. What. You. Say?"
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Post by Bodvarsson on Sept 20, 2016 13:20:56 GMT
Dadi stops talking to himself and gets out the blueprints of domavad laying it out in front of Wakuda "where. are. You.. From. Old. Boy". He then turns to Zack slightly exasperated. "Right you are. A history professor! I live and breath history and am versed in armed combat and reenactment. I have made the museum my own little stronghold! Would you two chaps like to have a look? I could do you a private demonstration."
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Post by Wakuda on Sept 20, 2016 13:33:33 GMT
Wakuda looks over the map to try determines roughly were his gangs safe house might have been, If he finds it he simply points to it, if not then he shrugs. He stands quitely keeping watch, allowing Zack and Bodvarsson to converse properly.
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Post by Zack on Sept 20, 2016 15:36:32 GMT
"You have a stronghold?" He enquires, sizing up the man properly. "That explains why you are dressed up like a waterloo dandy." He looks over at Wakuda on guard, a slight protectiveness in his gaze as he looks back.
"I am certainly interested, how many exits? How secure is the perimeter?" And, as he looks over the blueprints that this strange fellow has spread across the floor he raises an eyebrow.
"Wait... are those municipal maps?!"
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Post by Bodvarsson on Sept 20, 2016 16:19:19 GMT
"They are indeed" he says grinning, a wicked twinkle in his eye. "A parting gift from my old boss. As for the museum take a wee gander at the map my dear fellow and you will see for yourself her magnificent defensive capabilities."
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Post by Zack on Sept 20, 2016 16:25:57 GMT
Zack moves over and squats down nearby, careful to keep the tricksy bastard in the corner of his eye.
"These are magnificent, extremely handy..." He glances up at the ruddy face of the fellow, looking past the olive flecks.
"Have you seen the local police station?" He enquires tentatively, pointing it out on the maps. "Extremely close by... it's why I came back to the city centre, it's pretty bad here, not so bad in the suburbs... I intend to relieve the building of armor, weapons, ammunition, tools... anything I can carry. Then I am thinking of heading out to Agriculture One." He points it out on the map. "Should be pretty safe out there." He glances back at Wakuda. "And I don't think anyone out there will mind him..."
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