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Jollan
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"let's devide by zero!"
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doing trade school online is like reading about a sport and expecting to be able to play it without practice.
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doing trade school online is like reading about a sport and expecting to be able to play it without practice.
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7 yrs ago
Trade > bachelors
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8 yrs ago
Desire to type "git gud" intensifies...
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8 yrs ago
okay, watched the first episode of goblin slayer, not nearly as bad as what it was made out to be. Still a bit depressing but hey, saved 2 of 4 rookies, coulda been worse.
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8 yrs ago
So i figured out, as much as id love the equivalent of an anime doom guy slaying goblins, i dont like seeing the lovely anime chicas catch a case of the mutilation.
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Why hello, you little stalker. As you can see above I have recorded your visit for potential future stalking purposes. In that list you may find some other recent stalking victims. You may wonder, "Oh no! I've been caught! Whatever shall I do! What will become of me!" Well... I can assure you nothing....as in really...nothing. Except the fact that you may have wasted a precious few moments of your life with this bio. In this, I can say for every person that reads this, I have stolen that moment in your life that you could have been doing something else. Anything really.....Are you still here? Shouldn't you...I don't know, be posting in one of your RPs? I'm sure somebody is waiting for your response, it might even be me. You are procrastinating aren't you? I know I am. At the very moment I typed this I was supposed to be writing papers for class. See? Now I've been wasting time on both our accounts. Look what you made me do.
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Ok, that is enough stalking...
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There really isn't anything else here...
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I'm gonna call the police...
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(What's the number for 9-1-1?)
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Well, shit....that didn't go as planned, haha.
If there is anything wrong with my post let me know. Holy crap that was....sudden.
@Andreyich Your guy just made it hella difficult for the others hahaha, nice.
If there is anything wrong with my post let me know. Holy crap that was....sudden.
@Andreyich Your guy just made it hella difficult for the others hahaha, nice.
Garsin noticed Hannah approach and found their reaction to the food block amusing. "Here," he said to them as he unclipped his pack from his armor. He was a little big, especially in armor, to toss the pack on and off, so instead the pack clung snug to his back by to straps that came over his shoulders and clipped in close to the clavicle, while a bottom strap ran across his torso to secure it down. Once he got it off, he rummaged through it and produced some strips of jerky in a plastic bag. "Take this," he offered the twins, "It may not be as filling and well rounded as the food block, but it should get get you by without the after taste," he finished with a chuckle.
He looked back over to see Eli starting his climb up the rubble as he clipped his bag back into place. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the vehicle. Once they made it through this, hopefully it will be pretty clear. They couldn't afford to run into too many of these. Once Eli was at the top, he saw him turn around and wave, to witch Garsin and a few people who also gathered to watch him climb up reciprocated.
BOOM!
Out of nowhere, there was an enormous explosion, almost as if lightning had struck the ground right next to him. It made him jump quite a bit, scanning around to see what it was or where lightning could have hit, but there was no sign in sight. He started to chuckle but then as soon as the hint of a grin started to show on his face it happened again, this time causing the unstable rubble where Eli was standing to fall. "I wish it would stop doing that," he commented gruffly.
By the time Garsin noticed Eli had even fallen, he was already getting back up. In fact, while he was on the way to help he couldn't do anything but stop as he noticed it was immediately growing dark as night. "That can't be right," he started, "What kind of storm..." He looked around and didn't see a storm, it had just turned dark, and they were slap in the middle of the city...which belonged to the ghouls. Looking over at Eli, it seemed like he was having a mental breakdown. He was right to, none of this made sense, even for a crazy world like this. But things only continued to get stranger as the twisted laughs of what sounded like a demented girl filled the forest. "OK," he murmured, eyes wide open scanning around for the source, "I don't mind the explosions so much now." He didn't know how right he was as it seemed millions of humming sounds assaulted his ears, increasing in intensity till it brought him down on a knee in pain, using the car to steady himself, eyes screwed shut. He gritted his teeth as he opened them, trying to see around them in case anything was visibly coming while they were down. His eyes teared up in the process, but at least nothing else seemed to be here yet. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it all stopped.
"Eli, I think we need to turn this around, now," he said looking over to the young man as he recollected himself as well. "That could have stirred up anything that was around here-," and just as he said it there was that long terrifying howl, "Dammit," he breathed. They have found them. And to make it worse, he was being answered by a whole freaking choir of howls. those explosions must have shaken every ghoul out of the buildings in the city. Eli was still there stunned, looking at the ruble as one of the creatures crested it, along with the sounds of hundreds in movement. Garsin shook his head in his own disbelief, taking his helmet in hand and placing it on, then securing it. It was about to get even uglier.
"Get back to the convoy, get everyone out of here!" Garsin shouted at the men gawking, jerking some of them out of it and shoving them into motion. The runners would be first, that they may be able to handle, but from the sounds of those footsteps, they didn't have long out here before they were overtaken. The first lines clashed viciously, some runners jumping on the backs of the people trying to flee, digging in tooth and claw as soon as they made contact. Runners seemed viscous an unthinking, almost relying on pure instinct to run up and kill as many as possible before the rest catch up. Garsin brought out his modified revolver as someone was brought down by two that jumped one of the riflemen. "Oh no you don't." Left-handed, Garsin quickly shot off three shots, killing one and knocking another off with the force of the impact. Pulling his bush axe from behind him in his right hand, he waited for the enraged creature to jump at him. Getting the timing just right, he brought the axe down on the vile thing, splitting deep into its torso from the shoulder down. This monster didn't want to give up, however, but that only earned it a heavy boot to come down on its head, which ended its struggle quit thoroughly. He then holstered his revolver for a moment and reached down to pick up the man, who had been luckier than others to live through being jumped. "I SAID GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" he roared, shoving the man toward the caravan which had already started to turn around.
Just as Garsin looked back at the rush of runners, he saw another two headed for him. He didn't have time to grab his gun again at the moment, so he took his weapon in two hands. The first one was just ahead of the other, and instead of commiting his blade to it and likely risk his attack stopping there, he took the bottom part of the handle in his right hand and bashed it against its face as it lunged forward, knocking it to the side. The second one then took its turn, leaping with both arms out stretched. Garsin blocked with the shaft of the axe between them, keeping its claws and teeth clear and then shoved it off, which gave him time to draw his gun again and put a bullet between the eyes as it started to get back up. As if to punctuate the scuffle, he then turned to the other and put one in its head for good measure.
Noticing no more runners, Garsin himself started to make his way to the caravan, but noticed that a few people were running away from it all together, including Eli. Looking back between the caravan and one of their leaders running the wrong way, he wasn't sure what to do. They couldn't afford losing him, as it was they had already lost enough people here. The main slew of ghouls started to crest the hill as Garsin made his way to Eli, who had hesitated for a moment to help put a few more runners down. There was enough time to pull a few more passengers on the truck, once it was loaded, there was no chance the ghouls could catch up, and there was still enough time to make it back to the truck. "Eli, the truck, this way. There is still ti-," but his jaw dropped as he saw a man jump in and start driving it off before people could get on. "NO! GET BACK HERE YOU COWARDS!" he bellowed. Later looking back on this he could sympathize with the man, because to him, the creatures were nipping at his heels and he made it out by the skin of his teeth. To Garsin however, they could have grabbed a few more people, and in the world they lived in, a few people could make a difference between life and death.
Cursing under his breath Garsin spun around to see where there was left to go. While a building could be full of more ghouls, there would be less in there than out here in the open where there were hundreds of them. "Eli! Get to the building!" he shouted, pointing at the nearest one as they didn't have much time left. "Everyone, over here!" he yelled out to any of the remaining survivors. Garsin started running full tilt toward the door, not a lot of speed, but a heck of a lot of momentum. He slammed into the door, busting it from the latch and throwing it open. He grunted as he felt the shock hit him, but he would be fine. Luckily there was another set of doors just past this one as to make a small area in older times to dry your feet off or keep weather from reaching inside to the foyer. They must have been in what used to be some store, but Garsin didn't give it any thought at the moment. All he saw is that it was clear inside, and he tried to lead them in and find a way to brace it.
He looked around himself and bumped into a humanoid figure next to him, then swung at it hitting it square in the temple, head flying off into the dark room. It was...a mannequin? So this was a clothing store. which means there were metal racks that held the clothes! by the time most the people made it threw the second set of doors that could make it, Garsin shoved a bunch of rods through the handles of the doors to hold them closed and buy them a moment to get farther away. "Is everyone alright? What the hell was that?"
He looked back over to see Eli starting his climb up the rubble as he clipped his bag back into place. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the vehicle. Once they made it through this, hopefully it will be pretty clear. They couldn't afford to run into too many of these. Once Eli was at the top, he saw him turn around and wave, to witch Garsin and a few people who also gathered to watch him climb up reciprocated.
BOOM!
Out of nowhere, there was an enormous explosion, almost as if lightning had struck the ground right next to him. It made him jump quite a bit, scanning around to see what it was or where lightning could have hit, but there was no sign in sight. He started to chuckle but then as soon as the hint of a grin started to show on his face it happened again, this time causing the unstable rubble where Eli was standing to fall. "I wish it would stop doing that," he commented gruffly.
By the time Garsin noticed Eli had even fallen, he was already getting back up. In fact, while he was on the way to help he couldn't do anything but stop as he noticed it was immediately growing dark as night. "That can't be right," he started, "What kind of storm..." He looked around and didn't see a storm, it had just turned dark, and they were slap in the middle of the city...which belonged to the ghouls. Looking over at Eli, it seemed like he was having a mental breakdown. He was right to, none of this made sense, even for a crazy world like this. But things only continued to get stranger as the twisted laughs of what sounded like a demented girl filled the forest. "OK," he murmured, eyes wide open scanning around for the source, "I don't mind the explosions so much now." He didn't know how right he was as it seemed millions of humming sounds assaulted his ears, increasing in intensity till it brought him down on a knee in pain, using the car to steady himself, eyes screwed shut. He gritted his teeth as he opened them, trying to see around them in case anything was visibly coming while they were down. His eyes teared up in the process, but at least nothing else seemed to be here yet. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it all stopped.
"Eli, I think we need to turn this around, now," he said looking over to the young man as he recollected himself as well. "That could have stirred up anything that was around here-," and just as he said it there was that long terrifying howl, "Dammit," he breathed. They have found them. And to make it worse, he was being answered by a whole freaking choir of howls. those explosions must have shaken every ghoul out of the buildings in the city. Eli was still there stunned, looking at the ruble as one of the creatures crested it, along with the sounds of hundreds in movement. Garsin shook his head in his own disbelief, taking his helmet in hand and placing it on, then securing it. It was about to get even uglier.
"Get back to the convoy, get everyone out of here!" Garsin shouted at the men gawking, jerking some of them out of it and shoving them into motion. The runners would be first, that they may be able to handle, but from the sounds of those footsteps, they didn't have long out here before they were overtaken. The first lines clashed viciously, some runners jumping on the backs of the people trying to flee, digging in tooth and claw as soon as they made contact. Runners seemed viscous an unthinking, almost relying on pure instinct to run up and kill as many as possible before the rest catch up. Garsin brought out his modified revolver as someone was brought down by two that jumped one of the riflemen. "Oh no you don't." Left-handed, Garsin quickly shot off three shots, killing one and knocking another off with the force of the impact. Pulling his bush axe from behind him in his right hand, he waited for the enraged creature to jump at him. Getting the timing just right, he brought the axe down on the vile thing, splitting deep into its torso from the shoulder down. This monster didn't want to give up, however, but that only earned it a heavy boot to come down on its head, which ended its struggle quit thoroughly. He then holstered his revolver for a moment and reached down to pick up the man, who had been luckier than others to live through being jumped. "I SAID GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" he roared, shoving the man toward the caravan which had already started to turn around.
Just as Garsin looked back at the rush of runners, he saw another two headed for him. He didn't have time to grab his gun again at the moment, so he took his weapon in two hands. The first one was just ahead of the other, and instead of commiting his blade to it and likely risk his attack stopping there, he took the bottom part of the handle in his right hand and bashed it against its face as it lunged forward, knocking it to the side. The second one then took its turn, leaping with both arms out stretched. Garsin blocked with the shaft of the axe between them, keeping its claws and teeth clear and then shoved it off, which gave him time to draw his gun again and put a bullet between the eyes as it started to get back up. As if to punctuate the scuffle, he then turned to the other and put one in its head for good measure.
Noticing no more runners, Garsin himself started to make his way to the caravan, but noticed that a few people were running away from it all together, including Eli. Looking back between the caravan and one of their leaders running the wrong way, he wasn't sure what to do. They couldn't afford losing him, as it was they had already lost enough people here. The main slew of ghouls started to crest the hill as Garsin made his way to Eli, who had hesitated for a moment to help put a few more runners down. There was enough time to pull a few more passengers on the truck, once it was loaded, there was no chance the ghouls could catch up, and there was still enough time to make it back to the truck. "Eli, the truck, this way. There is still ti-," but his jaw dropped as he saw a man jump in and start driving it off before people could get on. "NO! GET BACK HERE YOU COWARDS!" he bellowed. Later looking back on this he could sympathize with the man, because to him, the creatures were nipping at his heels and he made it out by the skin of his teeth. To Garsin however, they could have grabbed a few more people, and in the world they lived in, a few people could make a difference between life and death.
Cursing under his breath Garsin spun around to see where there was left to go. While a building could be full of more ghouls, there would be less in there than out here in the open where there were hundreds of them. "Eli! Get to the building!" he shouted, pointing at the nearest one as they didn't have much time left. "Everyone, over here!" he yelled out to any of the remaining survivors. Garsin started running full tilt toward the door, not a lot of speed, but a heck of a lot of momentum. He slammed into the door, busting it from the latch and throwing it open. He grunted as he felt the shock hit him, but he would be fine. Luckily there was another set of doors just past this one as to make a small area in older times to dry your feet off or keep weather from reaching inside to the foyer. They must have been in what used to be some store, but Garsin didn't give it any thought at the moment. All he saw is that it was clear inside, and he tried to lead them in and find a way to brace it.
He looked around himself and bumped into a humanoid figure next to him, then swung at it hitting it square in the temple, head flying off into the dark room. It was...a mannequin? So this was a clothing store. which means there were metal racks that held the clothes! by the time most the people made it threw the second set of doors that could make it, Garsin shoved a bunch of rods through the handles of the doors to hold them closed and buy them a moment to get farther away. "Is everyone alright? What the hell was that?"
@Ever Garsin will probably be back to a proper spot in the car after he finishes saying hey to Eli and the uh..."local flora" is cleared out.... It's gonna get cramped in there, haha.
edit: also I forgot to respond to y'all about whether or not my character knows anyone on the last ooc page. I put that he's been there since they started making the wall, so if y'all want to know him or just walk up and talk to him that's completely fine by me.
edit: also I forgot to respond to y'all about whether or not my character knows anyone on the last ooc page. I put that he's been there since they started making the wall, so if y'all want to know him or just walk up and talk to him that's completely fine by me.
Alright guys, I'm gonna have to be honest with y'all.... I want to get out of this freakin' basement and continue this rp, but i feel like it is digging a six foot hole in the ground and about to hop in. Are y'all wanting to continue? Because we have been in this place for over a year now... I don't mind helping but you gotta let me know what y'all want and y'all have to post. I even understand being busy, I've been quite busy lately for sure, but... but....
I DON'T WANT IT TO DIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!
On a side note, does anybody want to do my Visual Basic programming work for me today so that I can go fishing?
I DON'T WANT IT TO DIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!
On a side note, does anybody want to do my Visual Basic programming work for me today so that I can go fishing?
Garsin woke fairly early, as usual, just before sunrise. Since Everything had to shut down at nightfall, he had no reason to stay up normally and could good a decent amount of sleep even if he woke up before first light. This gave him a chance to get breakfast and start up the forge before his right hand man, Micheal, would show up along with the other two apprentices, Kyle and Vinnie. He enjoyed the company but valued his time alone in the morning so that he could wake up at his own pace.
Unlike a majority of the people in Refuge, Garsin actually lived by himself, right next to his forge. It wasn't so much because of his size, though that would make or some problems living in the cramped houses around him, but more because of the fact that he built the small place himself, and on the same property where he converted two buildings to a forge and a storehouse. His home wasn't large, but large enough to fit him inside of. If you walked through the front door, there would be a queen sized bed to the left, with a bedside table that held a lamp and alarm radio. At the foot of the bed was a trunk that held clothes, towels, and linen. Across the room and on the right there was a kitchenette that held the basic necessities, a fridge, sink, an oven with a stove top, two cabinets that contained various cups and plates, and a drew with silverware. There was also one small table next to the front window with two chairs and a sheet metal rose that Garsin made and painted to 'liven the place up a tad'. Along the back wall there are two doors. the left one was a closet that held Garsin's personal items and gear, and the door on the right was a bathroom that had a tub, a sink with a small mirror, and a toilet. All in all the place was kept as spotless as Garsin could keep it. While not a neat freak, He definitely liked coming back to a tidy home at the end of a busy day.
Upon getting out of bed, Garsin wen through his regular routine of freshening up, getting dressed, and cooking a hearty breakfast of eggs, sausage, grits, and a biscuit. Due to running the smithing shop, being here for a while, and not really needing to buy anything except food and materials, he had a good amount of food to keep up with his stature. Today however, his routine was thrown of a bit by a knock on the door. Grunting a little, he finished off the least of his meal and went to answer the door, surprised to see Micheal up this early.
"Micheal? What are you doing here so early this morning?" he said with an eyebrow raised.
"Mornin' boss, excuse my intrusion, but I thought you might like someone here to get the forge started up for you," Micheal said with a smirk. "You said you were going along with the scav mission today didn't you?"
"I thought that was next week," Garsin replied, to witch Micheal was already shaking his head.
"No sir, they are gonna be prepping to leave here in a few hours."
Cursing under his breath, Garsin walked out of his home and started helping Micheal get the forge started while giving him instructions for while he was gone. Once finished the two apprentices showed up greeted everyone as well. "Alright," Garsin started now that everyone was here, "Kyle, Vin, while I'm gone Micheal will be in complete charge. He knows exactly how I run things so y'all shouldn't have to worry about anything but working the metal." He took the keys from his pocket and handed them to Micheal. "You take care of the shop while I'm gone of coarse, it's yours if I don't come back... and I know you won't but if anything goes missing and it is undocumented, I will be looking for you when I get back, understood?"
Micheal gave a nod and Garsin went inside his house to gather his pack and put on his gear. Once he had everything gathered he walked outside and took a deep breath of the still damp morning air before heading up the road. Along the way people were watching as the well known blacksmith went down the street. Some kids watched in awe of the hulking man suited up in armor, painted matte grey in most places, white in others and accented in red. A cloth was snapped into place as his waist that was white, though worn with time, and trimmed in red and covered his right leg down to just past the knee. He had his pack on his back with his bush axe strapped to it and his gun at his side in its holster. One of the patrols passed by him a waved with a low whistle as Garsin was about to pass.
"Hey, hey, what's the occasion? Are you actually going out with the scavs? What about the forge," one of the men asked.
"I am, and I'm leaving it to Micheal until I return."
"Alright, well you be careful. Would really suck if you didn't make it back, ya' know?"
"Oh yeah? Well let's hope that if that does happen, that it will at least be a good story," Garsin finished with a chuckle as he waved farewell.
He finally made it to where everyone was gathered... just in time to see them starting to drive off. Garsin frantically started to make his way through the crowd when he decided upon a better idea. In a large bellowing voice he shouted over the chatty citizens around him. "PARDON ME, I'VE GOT A TRUCK TO CATCH!" Which startled a few of the people who hadn't known he was there but they did move out of the way all the same. Luckily, the enforcer knew Garsin and let him on through when he came running. It was quite a sight to behold, for sure. Something that big, running that hard, with that much momentum.... going nowhere fast. Sure it was a good deal faster than walking but they were pretty sure old man Cogner could outrun him given the right motivation. The personnel truck was just starting to move when Garsn jumped onto the back of it, grabbing the bar and taking a foothold on the bumper, making the whole thing rock to the side uneasily before readjusting for his weight.
"What the hell was that!?" the driver exclaimed.
"You didn't think y'all could get rid of me that easily did you," he said with a gut busting laugh. The driver while rolling his eyes turned back around and couldn't suppress a grin on his face. "The more the merrier I guess." Someone stood up and undid the back gate to let him in as they started driving again.
A few hours had passed and Garsin found himself outside the truck helping to clear some of the plant-life from their path. Using his bush ax, he cut down any extra growth that was in the way of the vehicles, helping to cut down on the time they spent stuck there. As he took a step back from his work he saw Eli in the humvee and waved to him, walking up to the humvee as he did so. He took out his canteen and pulled his helmet off, letting it hang in front of his chest by it's hose.
"How's it going, Eli," he said as he took a swig from his canteen. "Sorry I missed out on this morning's motivational speech, got tied up at the forge making sure everything was ready to go, nearly missed getting on the truck." Even though Garsin took this moment for a break to talk and get water, he was already looking around to see where he could help next, or if anything significantly odd stood out in the thick foliage. With his helmet off, he was able to get a better view at exactly what they were working with, and couldn't help to think of some concerns about the speed of their progress. After all, they passed a large sinkhole not too long ago and he didn't relish the idea of being even remotely close to it. "So how is our progress so far?"
Unlike a majority of the people in Refuge, Garsin actually lived by himself, right next to his forge. It wasn't so much because of his size, though that would make or some problems living in the cramped houses around him, but more because of the fact that he built the small place himself, and on the same property where he converted two buildings to a forge and a storehouse. His home wasn't large, but large enough to fit him inside of. If you walked through the front door, there would be a queen sized bed to the left, with a bedside table that held a lamp and alarm radio. At the foot of the bed was a trunk that held clothes, towels, and linen. Across the room and on the right there was a kitchenette that held the basic necessities, a fridge, sink, an oven with a stove top, two cabinets that contained various cups and plates, and a drew with silverware. There was also one small table next to the front window with two chairs and a sheet metal rose that Garsin made and painted to 'liven the place up a tad'. Along the back wall there are two doors. the left one was a closet that held Garsin's personal items and gear, and the door on the right was a bathroom that had a tub, a sink with a small mirror, and a toilet. All in all the place was kept as spotless as Garsin could keep it. While not a neat freak, He definitely liked coming back to a tidy home at the end of a busy day.
Upon getting out of bed, Garsin wen through his regular routine of freshening up, getting dressed, and cooking a hearty breakfast of eggs, sausage, grits, and a biscuit. Due to running the smithing shop, being here for a while, and not really needing to buy anything except food and materials, he had a good amount of food to keep up with his stature. Today however, his routine was thrown of a bit by a knock on the door. Grunting a little, he finished off the least of his meal and went to answer the door, surprised to see Micheal up this early.
"Micheal? What are you doing here so early this morning?" he said with an eyebrow raised.
"Mornin' boss, excuse my intrusion, but I thought you might like someone here to get the forge started up for you," Micheal said with a smirk. "You said you were going along with the scav mission today didn't you?"
"I thought that was next week," Garsin replied, to witch Micheal was already shaking his head.
"No sir, they are gonna be prepping to leave here in a few hours."
Cursing under his breath, Garsin walked out of his home and started helping Micheal get the forge started while giving him instructions for while he was gone. Once finished the two apprentices showed up greeted everyone as well. "Alright," Garsin started now that everyone was here, "Kyle, Vin, while I'm gone Micheal will be in complete charge. He knows exactly how I run things so y'all shouldn't have to worry about anything but working the metal." He took the keys from his pocket and handed them to Micheal. "You take care of the shop while I'm gone of coarse, it's yours if I don't come back... and I know you won't but if anything goes missing and it is undocumented, I will be looking for you when I get back, understood?"
Micheal gave a nod and Garsin went inside his house to gather his pack and put on his gear. Once he had everything gathered he walked outside and took a deep breath of the still damp morning air before heading up the road. Along the way people were watching as the well known blacksmith went down the street. Some kids watched in awe of the hulking man suited up in armor, painted matte grey in most places, white in others and accented in red. A cloth was snapped into place as his waist that was white, though worn with time, and trimmed in red and covered his right leg down to just past the knee. He had his pack on his back with his bush axe strapped to it and his gun at his side in its holster. One of the patrols passed by him a waved with a low whistle as Garsin was about to pass.
"Hey, hey, what's the occasion? Are you actually going out with the scavs? What about the forge," one of the men asked.
"I am, and I'm leaving it to Micheal until I return."
"Alright, well you be careful. Would really suck if you didn't make it back, ya' know?"
"Oh yeah? Well let's hope that if that does happen, that it will at least be a good story," Garsin finished with a chuckle as he waved farewell.
He finally made it to where everyone was gathered... just in time to see them starting to drive off. Garsin frantically started to make his way through the crowd when he decided upon a better idea. In a large bellowing voice he shouted over the chatty citizens around him. "PARDON ME, I'VE GOT A TRUCK TO CATCH!" Which startled a few of the people who hadn't known he was there but they did move out of the way all the same. Luckily, the enforcer knew Garsin and let him on through when he came running. It was quite a sight to behold, for sure. Something that big, running that hard, with that much momentum.... going nowhere fast. Sure it was a good deal faster than walking but they were pretty sure old man Cogner could outrun him given the right motivation. The personnel truck was just starting to move when Garsn jumped onto the back of it, grabbing the bar and taking a foothold on the bumper, making the whole thing rock to the side uneasily before readjusting for his weight.
"What the hell was that!?" the driver exclaimed.
"You didn't think y'all could get rid of me that easily did you," he said with a gut busting laugh. The driver while rolling his eyes turned back around and couldn't suppress a grin on his face. "The more the merrier I guess." Someone stood up and undid the back gate to let him in as they started driving again.
A few hours had passed and Garsin found himself outside the truck helping to clear some of the plant-life from their path. Using his bush ax, he cut down any extra growth that was in the way of the vehicles, helping to cut down on the time they spent stuck there. As he took a step back from his work he saw Eli in the humvee and waved to him, walking up to the humvee as he did so. He took out his canteen and pulled his helmet off, letting it hang in front of his chest by it's hose.
"How's it going, Eli," he said as he took a swig from his canteen. "Sorry I missed out on this morning's motivational speech, got tied up at the forge making sure everything was ready to go, nearly missed getting on the truck." Even though Garsin took this moment for a break to talk and get water, he was already looking around to see where he could help next, or if anything significantly odd stood out in the thick foliage. With his helmet off, he was able to get a better view at exactly what they were working with, and couldn't help to think of some concerns about the speed of their progress. After all, they passed a large sinkhole not too long ago and he didn't relish the idea of being even remotely close to it. "So how is our progress so far?"
Came back to make my post.....
I'll be fine really....
I.. can.. suppress...this...
I'll be fine really....
I.. can.. suppress...this...
Sorry about the slow first post, I haev family in town at the moment and havent had much time to be on, if i cant get one out soon i should be in full swing after the fourth.
lol, Nice. also I am working on a post, it's about halfway done. I'm sorry its been slow getting to it, I have family from out of state wo have been visiting with us and haven't had much time. I will be fully active after the fourth though. but i will try to get one out before then hopefully.
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