Smithy: *Beer in one hand, gun in another, she shoulders open the door to the german's apartment with little ceremony*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther is sprawled out on the
couch, mauser in his lap as always. He's smoking a joint. The barrel of the
rifle gets pointed in Smithy's direction when she busts in.
Smithy: *the barrel of her fragger
twitches uncannily in his direction, its almost like saying hello as she takes a
swig of beer and goes to the pile of metal junk she's left haphazard near the
kitchen, beer clamped in her teeth, she reefs of a chunk of metal, eyes finally
flicking to gunther* oo 'un 'outing?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther cocks a brow and takes a
puff from the joing, lowering the rifle. "Take tha dick outta yer mouth, slut.
Ain't quite get that."
Smithy: *eyebrows wraggle lasciviously,
before she slips the gun into a beltloop and spits the bottle out* I said are
you done pouting like a big german bitch? *funny.. seemed like less syllables..
a snort and a swig of beer as those eerie white eyes remain on him*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He shrugs and takes another puff.
"Gunther ain't poutin. I aint' give a fuck."
Smithy: *a harsh bark of a laugh* LOL!
yeah. thats why joor ass stormed off like the ugly bitch on prom night. *she
shakes her head, grinning, all teeth, smile too face cracking wide to be
pleasant. she moves towards the cough, taking another swig of beer*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shakes his big bald head.
"Ain't like at. I ain't wanna sit round an watch you fuck up like at. You know
what happens if you fuckin kill spitfire? Ya get hunted. Yer dead as fuck. Ain't
wanna see at happen. You should let US take carea that wirey fuck. Ya wanna kill
vamps? Kill tha fucks out in tha bronx. They's plenty of em."
Smithy: *she snorts* Hunted by
vampires? I am teh 1337 haxxor vatti. I can take out those lamer fuxxors
with a lappy and a can of fuxxing "vamp b gone" from the comfort of my bunny
hole. Give my ass a break. *she sprawls on the couch, metal sliding to the
ground, hand out for the blunt*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther chuckles and passes the
blunt over. "Really.. then how come Spitfire's still round. He.. uhh.. leeter an
you?"
Smithy: pff. fucking game glitch. Got
electrocuted. *she snorts in good humor. or as good as a deranged trigger happy
exhibitionist gets.* could do it right now if i felt like it. *a shrug, fake
boobs do the lara croft jiggle*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks at the woman. "Could
ya do it ta anyone?"
Smithy: Fuck yeah. *she smirks, so humble
is our smithy* I keep telling joo. I are teh 1337 Haxxor. *Wild white
eyes roll, as though he's finally getting it* I pwn all teh n00bs.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods and snatches the joint
back. "Let's say I got this.. ehh.. Noob what needs killin. How much would I owe
ya?"
Smithy: *she shrugs and takes a swig of
her beer* fuck vatti, joor ass is so in the hole already. Who joo want ganked?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther scowls "Hey.. You PISSED on
me.. I babied yer fuckin ass. Ain't askin fer much. Ya like killin shit. I'm
just pointin ya in tha right direction." He takes a heavy puff from the joint.
"Just some gypsy slut what pissed a buncha people off. Can't find er." He
chuckles. "I bet yer goofy ass can't neither."
Smithy: *she leans forward, shaking her
head like he's crazy* you're not real.. who the fuck cares if i "pissed"
on joo? ugh. whatev's *sahe rolls white eyes. he just didn't get it. npc-gunther
was NOt waking up. twas clear. she takes a swallow of beer, scratching he tit
with a gun greased hand* pff. can't fink her, I are teh 1337 Haxxor. joo got
anything of hers?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther scratches his head,
thinking. "Umm.. I got some blankets she gave me. An.. uhh.. some six month old
stew. Bowls an shit."
Smithy: Stew? Blankets? *oh thats a highly
amused gunsmith* she wipe joor ass for joo too big vatti? *a snort as she makes
a motion like "hand them over"*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs and stands, moving
to the kitchen. "She was fuckt up in tha head. She's a cunt." He moves to grab
some of the afore mentioned bowls and slings them in smithy's direction. He
makes a tromp for the bedroom to gather the blankets.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Scooping them up he carries them
back over to smithy, flopping them in a dingy pile next to the woman. He looks
down at her with a confused look. "Umm.. how's bowls an blankets gonna help ya
kill someone?"
Smithy: (bOOTED *PANTS*)
Smithy: *her eyes roll.* Everything a
character picks up is coded into their inventory. So If this shit was in the
sluts inventory, it'll have her code extensions on it. lamer. *she snorts and
hauls out her lappy*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs and scratches the
back of his head. "My bad.. Just aint never seen no one kill a bitch with a bowl
afore." He squints. "Any chance you could get er here? Lotta important folks
wanna see her ass. Dead er alive."
Smithy: Maybe, WTF's in it for me
motherfucker? *she griiiins sharkily, tonguing her teeth* joor ass told me i
find the fuxxing deadites in the bronx and we'd go yippee kie aye motherfucker
fragging. So far? I've not fragged any fuxxing zombies. So I'm thinking fuck joo
vatti. Whats in it for Smithy?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs, taking another puff
from the joint. "Dude.. what ELSE is there ta do? Yer always bitchin about bein
bored.. Now I give ya a challenge an ya wuss out." He smirks. "If you wanna hit
tha bronx all ya gotta do is let me know. If you bring this slut in ta gunther,
I'll round up a posse.. an we can go in ~soon~. Merry fuckin christmas."
Smithy: *a long derisive snort* Yeah. I
like it my way. Now STFU and watch a haxxor pwn joor lamer ass. *she turns to
the lappy and scowls at its slightly melted frame, fingers flying over the keys
as she flicks down monocle and tongues her teeth*
Smithy:
d10: arete (quint): 8,1,7,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther watches, hovering over the
woman.
Smithy: "Items input into game
database"
*Frizzles a robotic voice in the computer, clicking and staticy
as Smithy works, .. she types in another few stattacco lines of code*
Smithy:
d10: arete (wp): 1,8,10,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther takes another puff from
the joint with a confused look "Er.. is that good?"
Smithy: "isolating inventory string"
*tappity tap tap tappity tappity. her computer whirs like its on its last
legs. Smithy ignores it, grinning and taking a swig of beer with a smirk to
gunther. more lines of complex code are tacked in*
Smithy:
d10: arete: 4,7,6,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther squats down next to the loon, eyeing the screen with an oblivious look. He takes another puff, content to watch.
Smithy: "searching.....DING ...
character online"
*And up on the screen opens a window with code all
across it, over top of an image of the pikey herself, in a livingroom somewhere.
she's less pregnant, haggard looking, and the little woman's carefully tucking a
black haired baby boy into a crib beside the same little girl gunther had held.
a sigh as she rakes long hair out of her face and straightens, moving to sit on
the couch. Smithy Beams widely* that her motherfucker?
Smithy: *smithy isolates the image and
brings it to the fore. its like streaming video feed directly from wherever the
hell the pikey is*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther smirks. "Ja. At's tha
bitch." He gives a low chuckle, watching the screen.
Paradox -> Paradox:
d10: : 9,
Paradox:
d10: Paradox: 3,5,5,3,
Smithy: *the little pixelated ita
settles into the couch with a sigh, glancing towards the babies fondly before
scolding a massive great dane puppy for something or other, then inviting it and
its twin up on the couch. Smithy's watching gunther like the cat that swallowwed
the canary*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a toothy grin to the
screen. "Get er! Ehh.. Make her head explode!"
Smithy: fuuux that. I kill the slut and
joo continue renigging on our previous agreement.. *she snorts and wraggles her
eyebrows* First we kill vampires vatti. Then I make the slut's head go boom.
Smithy: fuuux that. I kill the slut and
joo continue renigging on our previous agreement.. *she snorts and wraggles her
eyebrows* First we kill vampires vatti. Then I make the slut's head go boom.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: "How am I sposta know yer bitch ass
can hack it with tha vamps if ya can't even take out a fuckin gypsy slut? Fore
you can play with tha big boys, you better show me you can do it." He snarls at
the woman.
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
d10: man+intim: 10,5,3,2,8,4,
Smithy:
d10: wp: 6,8,7,9,4,
Smithy: STFU n00b. *she rolls her eyes and
suddenly there's a green gun in her hand* No more freebies for joor NPC ass.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther sneers at the screen. "Man..
ya got me all excited. Thought you were gonna fuck shit up. Pussy." He squints.
"Look, Smithy. Baby. They're like cats.. only less hairy. You could blow onea
them up."
Smithy: joo want me to fuck shit up?.. I
got a gun right here n00b. lets play! Joo aint got the rox biatch. *she shakes
her head, grinning wildly* In fact.. I wanna talk to joor fuxxing "bosses". this
shits pretty fuxxing weak. *she cranks her head sideways, highly amused as the
gypsy on the screen gets up to move into the kitchen and the gunsmith clicks the
lappy shut*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther frowns, and takes another
puff. "I'll talk to em. See if I can get somethin set up. In tha meantime.. You
tag em.. and we'll go kill em. We need a bigger posse. And a car." He sneers.
"If only spitfire hadn't fuckt up.. He'da been good."
Smithy: enh. take your bitch and that ewok
from the underground. *she snorts and rises to her feet* Hill giant'd help.
*swig of beer, lappy shunted into a coat pocket*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther sneers, watching the woman.
He rises as well, taking another puff from the joint. "Ain't want you an Will ta
get killt. Ya ain't know what yer doin."
Smithy: I was pwning n00bs before joor
pixellated ass was a gleam in a programmers eye biatch. STFU. *a streeeeeeeeetch
and a clank along her spine, the mad woman gathers her metal she came for and
yawns* At least Will's ass is waking up.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs. "What tha fuck ever.
Still think yer nuts." Gunther tromps over and plops back down on the couch.
Smithy: least I got some vatti *she
smirks and wraggles her eyebrows, a rub of a tattooed face before she tucks the
metal sheet under her arm and heads for the door, croaking* My E-peen's larger
and more impressive too *she winks a circuited wink and shoulders open the door,
chucking her beer bottle at the pile*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther chuckles. "Ain't what you
said when I bent that bitch ass over tha backa my couch. Slut."
Smithy: *she blows him a sarcastic kiss
and snaps her teeth at him over her shoulder, before the loon clomps out into
the hallway and away*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: (gaahh! i'm surrounded by smithy's!
they're gonna gang up on me! 3 to 1!)
Smithy: (indeed they will. )
Gunther Kasimir Berg: And gunther drinks himself into a
stupor, continuing to stare at the door with a mauser across his lap. For fun.
smithy: (awww. they're so sweet to each
other)
gunther: (giggles. sweet like arsenic)