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paradisalost2011-11-16 04:04 pm
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034. For Your Life
[Brock's out in the woods by his cabin again, like he does, his journal open in case another giant commotion happens on the expedition side again. Not like he can do anything from way out here, but it makes him feel a little less ... useless, maybe, to know what's going on.
He is throwing knives at a target he's got set up, and the open journal might pick up the rhythmic thock thock thock sound as he hits it dead center every time.
He pauses to pen a filter, then continues throwing knives as he dictates to the pages.]
[Filtered away from First Gens or whatever and people who would tell them about this I guess]
So, not to make a shitty situation worse, but seeing as how everybody on the expedition is like ... trapped, kinda, for the time being anyway -- should we maybe plan this stuff out better in the future? I mean, more than half the castle's competent fighters are out playing Sepulcher Thief. Indefinitely now, with no real way of getting out, right? Yeah.
So what if those jackasses in the iron suits come and fuck shit up again? It happened when nobody was around before, and big obvious unfiltered cave-ins going across the journals isn't that inconspicuous. I'm just saying. We need to be more careful.
[He's done with that thought, because that's all he wanted to say. What a paranoid jackass you are, Samson! Gosh.
He's got something else to say though, so again there is a pause in his throwing knives as he pens another filter.]
[Filter: Fenris]
Hey. Let me talk to you about something.
He is throwing knives at a target he's got set up, and the open journal might pick up the rhythmic thock thock thock sound as he hits it dead center every time.
He pauses to pen a filter, then continues throwing knives as he dictates to the pages.]
[Filtered away from First Gens or whatever and people who would tell them about this I guess]
So, not to make a shitty situation worse, but seeing as how everybody on the expedition is like ... trapped, kinda, for the time being anyway -- should we maybe plan this stuff out better in the future? I mean, more than half the castle's competent fighters are out playing Sepulcher Thief. Indefinitely now, with no real way of getting out, right? Yeah.
So what if those jackasses in the iron suits come and fuck shit up again? It happened when nobody was around before, and big obvious unfiltered cave-ins going across the journals isn't that inconspicuous. I'm just saying. We need to be more careful.
[He's done with that thought, because that's all he wanted to say. What a paranoid jackass you are, Samson! Gosh.
He's got something else to say though, so again there is a pause in his throwing knives as he pens another filter.]
[Filter: Fenris]
Hey. Let me talk to you about something.
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