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Hell in a Handbasket



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Sun Jun 24, 2018 1:48 pm
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It's mostly hardware, with some tech, but it's pretty basic - a couple varieties of flip phone, some wires and chargers, headphones, and batteries cover the entirety of the electronics.
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sun Jun 24, 2018 4:01 pm
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Maahes didn't want to seem rude, but a groan escaped from him as he looked at the mediocre technology. The electronics were far from what he needed to even attempt to fix his ship, and the hardware was mostly too crude for the sensitive parts of The Lotus. He needed something better than that. He just didn't know what.
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"Not what you're looking for?" she asks, noting the groan.
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sun Jun 24, 2018 4:10 pm
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He sorrowfully nodded. "I need more advanced technology," he said, biting his lip and looking around for another time. "I'm not even sure if that would be useful..."
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Sun Jun 24, 2018 4:13 pm
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"Well, the only place where we could find some is down in city. Out here there's not enough civilization. Or there's the internet, I suppose. What exactly are you looking for?"
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sun Jun 24, 2018 4:37 pm
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He opened his mouth to reply, only to realize he didn't really have an answer. He thought for another moment. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "I haven't had to fix my ship with Earth technology before. I'm guessing a computer would be good, with the most updated systems there are. And probably some good cords to try hooking up to the system."
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Sun Jun 24, 2018 4:39 pm
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She nods. "Sounds like we should stop by the city, then."
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The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sun Jun 24, 2018 5:35 pm
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Spoiler! :
Short description: Bald. Very dark skinned. Short. In his late thirties. Wearing a pretty dapper suit if I do say so myself. His wolf form is just a slightly larger than average wolf with a thick, dark brown coat.


Robin had been on this trail for a while. It had been a long time since he'd seen another werewolf, and even longer since he'd spoken with one. Eagerly, he sniffed and sniffed, comfortably sticking his nose to the ground in his wolf form. He stopped and looked up when he hit the hardware store, and it was then that he shifted into a human and opened the doors. There was a small jingling sound from the bell atop them that he ignored as his eyes and nose searched the building to locate the werewolf he swore he would find.
Pants are an illusion. And so is death.






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Rowan freezes, sniffing the air. Lycanthrope.

The auburn-haired woman spins and her hard, emerald gaze falls on Robin. Her eyes flash the yellow-gold color of a canid and she faces him squarely, ready to fight him off if she needs to and already posturing dominantly in a very wolf-like manner. This is her territory.
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The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Robin's entire face lit up and he waved politely. "Oh my gosh! You really are a were! Hello! It's so nice to meet you! I haven't met anyone of our kind for ages!" He laughed, though his laugh slowly deteriorated and his smile faded as he stared off into an indeterminate point in space. "Then again... I haven't met most people in ages. Hah. Hah."
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She's a little taken aback by such friendliness and her initial dominant attitude wavers, but she's still very wary. "Who are you and what is it you want? You do realize you're trespassing on my territory, don't you?"
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The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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"Oh! Territory." Robin's face pales a moment, and he fiddles with his hands. "Oh wow. Territory. I forgot that was a thing. At least, for other weres. Wow. I'm terribly sorry. I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Robin. I just wanted to meet someone else like me. I'm sure you can understand. But then again... maybe you can't. I have no idea."
Pants are an illusion. And so is death.






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Spoiler! :
Raiden, 16 years old here, wearing his signature blue hoodie


Raiden poofs in between the two werewolves, without even a puff of smoke or a sound other than that of him hitting the floor. He stood up slowly and rubbed his butt.
"Ow...alright, where am I now?" he asked out loud, looking around. He noticed he was in between two people, seemingly facing off on something.
"Oh uh...hi there,"
Last edited by RaidenCheese on Tue Jun 26, 2018 10:03 am, edited 1 time in total.
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She ignores Raiden - because of where she lives, she's used to such occurrences. Instead, she approaches Robin, circling him. The man at the front desk is watching the exchange but not interfering.

She sniffs the air around him, deciding what she thinks. There's several moments of silence before she finally stops in front of him and nods. "I understand."
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Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Robin’s mouth upturns into a smile again. Raiden’s sudden appearance isn’t abnormal to him either, and his attention is too involved in the other were for him to notice much anyway. “Oh! Phew, well that’s a relief. So uh, do I get to know your name??”
Pants are an illusion. And so is death.









Anne felt that life was really not worth living without puffed sleeves.
— L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables