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Works for me.
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Okay, finally. For a multitude of small annoying reasons it took me a few sittings to write this post out. *deep breath* Here we go. Kabu the Fox is hundreds of years old. Kabu has lived many lives as a human- a fisherman, a governor's wife, a band…
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Hmm. Been thinking a lot about Fox of Mistwood - as an actual fox, yes, but also as a trickster spirit and shapeshifter, as in [most] folklores. Maybe a peasant hero like Reynard the Fox, or something more supernatural as in Japanese. The dying-out …
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Well, here's what I'm thinking. A landscape that looks like this... And in this landscape: - a great river valley, a kingdom, a multitude of fiefdoms in vassalage to the River King - wind-swept highlands, shepherds and mystics in the hills - gr…
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[Robinson] Robinson and Big Ed were pushing the dumpster when the tarmac gave way on Big Ed's side. Robinson realized what was coming almost immediately, but was in no position to prevent the blast from happening. He rushes to Ed's side to make sur…
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The thing about Robinson is- he's spooky intense. Act under fire + spooky intense. (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 3, 2. Total: 7)
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[Robinson] Things are a little broken here. Robinson pulls out his handheld detector, switches it on, consults the little green-and-black phosphor screen and waits for the inevitable hotspots to fade in, displayed on their ranges and bearings rel…
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Read sitch: (Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 3, 6. Total: 9)
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[Robinson] Slow going. Robinson's weighed down by his big canvas tool bag slung across his back and his rifle hung from his shoulder. He's been stopping every so often to listen and to examine his surroundings. This is how he ventures on foot in th…
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[Robinson] The last thing Robinson and Adele worked on was a series of bicycles, a batch of about 30 of them that they distributed widely to a number of customers. Restoring them was elementary stuff, really, but essential- powered by human energy …
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[Robinson] Looking for parts belonging to a cargo vehicle means searching near area where cargo was handled: ports, airports, industrial areas. There are large industrial areas near the Teterboro Airport- to the south of it, and to the northeast- t…
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OOC. I don't know that it has to work that way. It's really just channeling audio signal (and, possibly, other media as well) through the maelstrom. This is the same device he mentioned earlier - my final July 21 post - that allows people to connect…
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[Robinson] "I was always good at this. A few people helped me along the way." So long as we're on the topic of figuring stuff out: "Let me show you how I figured out the glove. Like I said. I've worked on this kind of stuff before." Drain the la…
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[Robinson] Robinson makes a noncommittal noise, a verbal shrug. A flashback: Robinson, standing with a heavily-armed gang; a river, rushing into a quickly-flooding train tunnel; a small and despondent crowd, wounded among them. The cost of progress…
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[Robinson] Rue sets her hand down on Robinson's. He looks down at the offending extremity, dubious, until she removes it. Weird. Work to do? "Nah," Robinson says, there's the box truck- waiting on parts- and the crop- watching it grow- and a numbe…
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[Robinson] A good man. A tiny anger fizzes up inside Robinson as his first reaction is that Rue is being sarcastic. He suppresses it when he looks at her, though. That isn't sarcasm. He doesn't know what that is. He gets a terrible urge to as…
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[Robinson] Robinson lets out his breath. Rue stumbles off but he remains in his chair, sinks back into it and closes his eyes against the spinning room and the lingering traces of Rue's subconscious, like cigar smoke hanging in the air of his mind.…
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[Robinson] Robinson's mind and soul are tough on the surface, unyielding. They are underlaid, however, with a deep malaise, a seething need to be useful and a profound lack of direction. A restless, dangerous, secret boredom. He's vulnerable in tw…
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[Robinson] He toasts, silently, drinks it in one go but lets the bourbon linger. "I can't say what to expect from this. You've been on the receiving end, I know, but this glove is a direct connection and neither of us, I think, has any idea how …
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[Robinson] There's a seat. There's lots of seats, scattered throughout the workshop- bar stools or swivel chairs at several work stations, a wide low couch and some dusty teak-framed reclining chairs from the sixties arrayed around the coffee table…
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[Robinson] "Someone else's, maybe, at one time." A shrug: he looks up at Rue, leaning over the table. "I just like to look at them. Have some butterflies and moths too." On his work table, a few meters distant, the glove rests next to a cup of cof…
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[Robinson] When the glove is actuated, a multitude of little pins poke out of the palm of the glove and dig into the flesh of the recipient. They don't puncture the skin, but it can certainly startle. The mechanism works- Robinson just used it on h…
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[Robinson] "I'll be fine without it for a few days," Robinson says of the Range Rover, eyeing it. He'll spend the intervening time putting together the brewery and putting out word that he's on the lookout for a source of truck parts. I'm good to …
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[Robinson] Less detail, if you please. Neither of us, I'm sure, care much about the specifics of agriculture. Also, I'm going to zoom out a whole lot here. "Won't need to irrigate," Robinson says, barring a disaster. Six-row barley is pretty wate…
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[Robinson] "No," Robinson says, he hasn't eaten. Never one to turn down any bacon anyway. Robinson's relationship with Nils. Phew. Good one. Robinson never had much of a father. His mother didn't last long, either. Here and there. Finally ran with…
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[Robinson] Warm midday sun. Robinson leaves the coat at the workshop, hangs it by the back door, wanders on down to Roark's place in his rolled-up sleeves. Matilda's truck- his truck- is on his mind. Bad compression. An engine rebuild is likely in…
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[Robinson] "Middle management," Robinson says. He's not interested in the inventory, and he tells her as much. It's not the inventory that's at risk, it's the truck and the continued operation of her crew. In buying it he hopes he can keep them ac…
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[Robinson] Matilda doesn't like bad news. Well, who doesn't. Robinson doesn't like seeing Monroe's supply chain pushed to the brink by a gaggle of mouthbreathers. Well-intentioned mouthbreathing allies, perhaps, but mouthbreathers nonetheless, and …
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[Robinson] The moment it looks like they're going to disregard the shooter's orders and try something drastic, Robinson makes a dash to where Clarity is kneeling. Gotta get him behind some hard cover. He has the little .380 pistol out, arm's length…
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[Robinson] "A truck that size, a half-ton, a quarter-ton, a donkey," Robinson says with a half-shake of the head, a shrug. "Not a time to be choosy. If you can't afford to fix it, you can't afford to rely on it. If you keep relying on that thing, y…