GLoG XIII: Bring It On, Omnipotent Beings!

[randman22222]

No need to worry. It's not very bright. It telepathises to me every once in a blue moon. Not having any sensory structures, it can't form very complex thoughts.

[Ashen Lilies]

Jazirian completely blanks out at the tech-speak.
I see.
Complete and total lie.

[randman22222]

The only reason it knows any language at all is because it probably stole that knowledge from me. It's really interesting in a metaphysical way.

[Ashen Lilies]

Right...

In to save Jazirian, Kris-the-Slayer pops into the kitchen for something to eat. Then he sees the chess-piece sized Randy on the table.
...
Is there a reason I'm seeing a Lilliputian Randy on the table?

[randman22222]

Heh, I could have some fun with this...

Altering my voice, I reply, Word "Lilliputian" unrecognised.

[Ashen Lilies]

Jazirian gives Randy a sneaky smile.

Correction, A Robotic Lilliputian Randy.

[randman22222]

Naw, just kidding. But I still don't recognise that word.

I screwed up an experiment, yeah, I know, cliche, and completely to be expected from me.

[Ashen Lilies]

You should have seen the time where I messed up a Polymorph grenade and got turned into a kitten for a month.

[randman22222]

Yeah, I messed up a gravity grenade that had me stuck on the ceiling for a day or two once. Fun stuff. I chuckle a chipmunk's laugh at the memory.

[Ashen Lilies]

And remember that Black Tentacles grenade that trashed the lab? I've got the worst luck with those. Misjudged the radius of one and ended up totaling the inside of Taverna Generica.

[randman22222]

The inside of whatnow? Sounds like some Battlestar Galactica ripoff.

[Fan]

Fanboy undeadtimes in the kitchen the ginormus mound of presents in the main room now slightly larger.
Then Fanboy sees Randy is back, and heads back out to town.
Noctis also chooses this moment to appear.

[Ashen Lilies]

A new Tavern. It caters specifically to ACRONYM folk. You know, HALO, us, AMEN, the rest.

[Fan]

Fanboy remerges crawling his way back thro9ugh the door with a mound of presents, and a frost bitten nose.
"So... cold...."

[randman22222]

Oh. Okay. Somewhere to avoid?

[Ashen Lilies]

Pretty nice place actually, just watch out for the loonies and supervillains that like to hang around.

[Kaelaroth]

A delivery boy puts a roll of parchment through the front door, marked TO GLoG, in neat, pink handwriting, which loops and curls its way into the interior of the scroll, where Yasmin, the barkeep, has methodically scribed the total damages due to Kris' tentacey 'splosion.

[Morty]

Wenomir pick up the parchment, scratches his head, sighs, and goes to wherever GLoG keeps their money to see if they can pay for it.

[FireFox]

Sam undeadtimes and staggers to the kitchen for coffee, clutching her head.
After she beats her hangover into submission, she goes to the range and deadtimes methodically firing her Glock 17.

[The Bushranger]

Dani, having found herself dumped in bed by the deadtime ooze, wanders out to the kitchen and starts cooking.

[FireFox]

Over an hour and several boxes of cartridges later, Sam enters the kitchen and nods at Dani before starting to clean her gun.

[The Bushranger]

Dani looks up and grins. Hey! You hungry? Nice gun there, like mine better though.

[FireFox]

Glock 17. You could drop it in swampwater and leave it there for a week, drag it through sand, or throw it off a bhuilding and it'd still work fine. Sam smiles as she quickly reassembles it. Of course, this one has been specially tailored for me. What do you carry?

[The Bushranger]

Most often? M1911, Dani says with a grin. Lotsa kick for someone my size but you hit someone with it you know it's goin' down. Plus I've got some trick loads for it too. She busily cooks ostrich steaks and fried new potatos.

[FireFox]

Sam blinks and then frowns slightly. "Spray and pray is a sucker's game"... I can hit anyone or anything in the head with this at distances up to 20 meters with no problem. Granted, she's been practicing almost every day for the last few decades...

[happyturtle]

Wenomir pick up the parchment, scratches his head, sighs, and goes to wherever GLoG keeps their money to see if they can pay for it.

Wenomir will find that there's plenty of money, and that he's authorized to spend it.

[Morty]

He picks up the needed amount of Acronym Currency, put it into an envelope, marks it "To Taverna Generica" and puts it into a mailbox.
I wonder where does all this money come from...

[The Bushranger]

Meh. I can hit 'em at 25.
Dani's grin gets bigger as she starts dishing up the food.

[FireFox]

Yes, right. What are you, sixteen? Now you're going to tell me that you've been training with handguns since you were born. Girl, I was good enough to qualify for the Olympics years before you were born. I've been on more takedowns then you've been on dates. You can't show me up; this is my job, and I'm the best at it. She scowls and holsters her gun.

[Kaelaroth]

Libulel, a curly haired brunette youth, with grey eyes, and veiny, pale skin, walks into the kitchen, waving in greeting to those inside, 'specially Dani, before superjumping, lithely, onto the top of the fridge.