Smithy [junkyard]: *ah the junkyard.
luckily, she'd killed the dogs last time she was ere. and hence, no trouble
beyond getting in. the maddie's trying to pry a hole in the side of a chainlink
fence, big enough for will to squeeze through*
Black Cat: The sleek black cat, something
shining from it's neck, slinks along the street semi-silently. Just a young
queen, by the size of her, but pure black. Lucky?
William Halloran: He watches the madwoman
pry, eyes casting about as he does so. Last time he was in a junkyard
went...interestingly. "Y'know...I might do better with that, if you wanna let me
try..."
Smithy [junkyard]: *white eyes click up
to the giant. she cranks her head sideways with a twang and then steps back,
over dramatic* I should just hax it. usually i just zone.
Smithy [junkyard]: *white eyes scan about,
picking out the cat. she scowls. last time she played with cats it didn't work
out like she'd hoped*
William Halloran: He steps up, grabbing a
couple links in the fence and pulling, putting his back into it. The man's
efforts are rewarded as the fence starts to pull away.
Black Cat: The cat stops, and bright eyes
watch the two, reflecting what little artificial light is around. Then,
daintily, traipsing towards the wierd woman and the giant, tail switching and
raised
Smithy [junkyard]: *she croaks out the
side of her mouth* Incoming. *eyes on the cat*
Black Cat: In direct contrast, the cat
promptly sits on it's hindquarters, and licks a paw. Dabbing at it's flank,
sending the small silvery thing around it's neck swinging
William Halloran: He steps away from the
opening, big enough for them to get through, and glances to her. "Huh?" His eyes
cast down to the cat, and he shrugs. "Just a cat. That a program, I assume?"
Smithy [junkyard]: yeah. but i cut up a
bunch of them trying to program kobold.. you never know.. *she croaks, then
cocks her head approaching the cat* Lets keep it. I like small things... they
explode if you gib them right...
Black Cat: Unhurried ... after all, why would
a cat rush? ... the small queen stands, the pentacle dangling from a satin
coller swinging, and leaps onto a nearby wall. Armheight, the better to eye the
approaching Smithy
William Halloran: He raises an eyebrow,
looking between Smithy and the cat. "Ummm..." He shrugs a little bit. "Yeah, I
guess so. Why gib the cat, though, if you can gib something else?" Not accusing
or anything, just curious.
Smithy [junkyard]: Cause cats explode and
it keeps me on my toes in case that fucking imp comes back. *a scowling glance
around, as if speaking of the vile thing would summon it*.. *she shrugs and
makes to grab the cat, croaking* joo see any good metal?
Black Cat: Aaand as Smithy closes, jumping
down the other side of the wall daintily, walking idly off
William Halloran: "What imp?" He frowns,
and then looks into the junkyard. "Can't tell from here...gotta get inside to
see. C'mon." He moves to step through.
Smithy [junkyard]: *she narrows white eyes
at the cat, before shrugging and clunking after will. she regards his broad back
as they enter, considering something off madmax and the thunderdome. a snorted
laugh* ygh. this elev's weather mod blows pixellated chunks. my slut gear is
getting blue.
Black Cat: Looking back, for a few moments,
then a low hiss, and wandering off
Smithy [junkyard]: *she rubs her breasts
to warm them, shivering and resorting to buttoning the coat*
William Halloran: "If ya want, ya can wear
my coat. Bit big for ya, but it might keep the gear from freezin'." He frowns as
he walks through, looking around.
William Halloran:
d10: Per+Invest: 3,6,1,10,
Smithy [junkyard]: naww. hard enough to
get at the boomsticks in this one *she jumps up onto a ruined car and surveys
the treasures of the junk yard, black boots denting the hood further. she's now
as tall as will is usually*
Smithy [junkyard]: (tbc)