Karlek stared at Motormouth with an amused expression. He then stared at Lucy, wondering how she'd respond.
Noticing that Jorin was also observing, Karlek moved over by dragging the chair under him creating a loud screech.
He nodded towards Jorin. "Greetings!"
[QUOTE=Doctor Death921;53163312]"No," she said simply. The toaster [i]tinged[/i] in response.[/QUOTE]
Motormouth stood for a moment, seemingly incredulous, gritting his teeth. Finally he set the boar down at the foot of the table, suddenly very sure of himself. "You want more pig."
[QUOTE]"Greetings!"[/QUOTE]
"Greetings to you as well, loud one." replied Jorin, her voice just as unnatural and ethereal as before. "Might I suggest next time simply picking up the chair instead of dragging it?" He certainly was friendly. Overly friendly types were few and far between here. And with good reason.
[quote]Motormouth stood for a moment, seemingly incredulous, gritting his teeth. Finally he set the boar down at the foot of the table, suddenly very sure of himself. "You want more pig."[/quote]
"This machine child is not to be traded away. It is a free personage who is in my temporary care. I am its acting guardian," Lucy said calmly and surely. She glanced at the dead boar. "I can do very, very little with meat."
Karlek grunted. "Wooden creatures are not to be picked up."
He gestured towards Lucy and Motormouth. "Do you know anything about these citizens? They are interesting to observe."
[QUOTE]"Do you know anything about these citizens? They are interesting to observe."[/QUOTE]
"I know that the large one is half man and half vehicle, and that the woman is a machine disgused in human form." said Jorin. She then turned her head completely to gaze upon Karlek. "The 'wooden creature' you reside on is an inanimate object. It can not feel, and cares not what you do with it...which means you can pick it up."
Karlek nodded and stared at the chair with a neutral expression. He looked up with the same expression and stared at Jorin before breaking into a smile.
Karlek released a thunderous laughter and patted Jorin on the shoulder twice.
"I like you! You have a good sense of humor!"
Karlek then leaned in. "Have you met anyone else from my kind?"
[QUOTE]"Have you met anyone else from my kind?"[/QUOTE]
"...If you are an orc, then yes. I have met several of your kind. I have greeted some with open arms, and swallowed the miserable souls of the others. If you are not an orc...what are you?" said Jorin, her expression still rather serious.
[QUOTE=Doctor Death921;53163340]"This machine child is not to be traded away. It is a free personage who is in my temporary care. I am its acting guardian," Lucy said calmly and surely. She glanced at the dead boar. "I can do very, very little with meat."[/QUOTE]
"Bread baby is alive...?" Motormouth seemed to physically strain to understand what he was being told. His engine revved slightly, making everyone a little more concerned about their carbon monoxide intake.
The bartender interrupted. "Hey lummox, quit stinking up my bar and take that carcass out back where we can make some use of it. And the pig too." The bartender chuckled a bit. Motormouth grunted, took one last glance at Lucy, picked up the boar by one of its few remaining unbroken legs, and dragged it back out the door. He made especially sure to smack its head against the wall on his way out leaving a bloody splat and a small dent in the side of the train car. He didn't like being laughed at, even less when he had no idea why, which was all the time.
Out back was a huge fire pit with a spit. After a few failed stabbing attempts the boar was arguably skewered over a steadily burning pile of wood and coal. Smells of poorly-cooked meat waft through the air.
Otto observed the drink it was given and then he looked back at the bartender. Was it unclear? Did he not understand what it said? Clearly not since he answered in german.
"Entschuldigung, I said..." It was cut off by the extensive conga line of ludicrous displays and oddities. He had been wandering the wastes for years now and it has always had its fair share of oddities, but it has never been this concentrated in one place. The drink had become a non-issue for him as it just grabbed the glass and chugged the content down.
"This happen often?" It asked the bartender.
"Less than you think. More than you hope."
"What's an Orc?" Asked Karlek. He gestured towards himself. "I am Karlek I. Kaz IV of the Seven Tribes of Helvete. I am a soldier serving the United Government in its campaign to defeat demons of the Rift."
The AI watched the beast leave the bar with its boar. She shook her head slowly once it was gone, only then placing the toaster back down on the table carefully. Her hidden gaze swept over some of the nearby patrons, such as the cyber-cop again, as well as Karlek and Jorin. She looked guarded and protective of the appliance in her possession.
"Let it be clear," she announced to those nearest her, "that this device is an independent mind. Because it lacks mobility, I protect it. Violating the sovereignty of this appliance is an act of aggression."
Karlek raised his hand. "May I pet the metal creature?"
Having finished his drink in peace, Auruzanth stood, reached into a cloth sack slung from his shoulder, and removed a few shiny pieces of scrap metal which included nails, an old hinge, and an [I]entire[/I] strip of unused staples. "Keep the chaaaange," he droned before standing and walking out into the street.
((I'll catch up later.))
Outside, Motormouth was turning the large spit with one hand while watching the flames intently. Passers-by might have assumed he was having some sort of deep existential quandary, but he just liked watching fire. He could lose himself in it like a good sitcom, if those were still around. A burning log collapsed slightly and he chuckled. Oh log, you crazy.
Suddenly the bartender shouted at him from the window. "Hey! Wake up! Keep turning, dammit!"
Motormouth snapped back to alertness, angry his favorite show was being interrupted. He snorted. "Turn?" he repeated, somehow almost passive-aggressively.
"Yeah, big guy. [i]Turn.[/i]" The bartender mimed the cyclic motion with his hand.
Motormouth rose to his feet, taking a slow, deep breath. Opening his mouth, he unleashed the sound of a roaring engine. Thick black smoke spewed from his back as he revved higher and higher. He gripped the handle of the spit and with the final rev he kicked into gear, literally.
His arm became a motor-driven piston, cycling with the RPMs of his engine which were quickly rising. The boar became a blur as it whipped around faster and faster. Bits of meat and sinew began flying, torn free by immense centrifugal force, pelting the side of the bar and littering the ground. Once the boar had all but been annihilated, only a fraction of the meat remained on the spit. The rest had rooster tailed over about 50 meters.
His engine now idling, Motormouth sat down and returned to watching the fire. "Meat turned."
So. The knight had to take stock of just... what the hell was happening around here. There was some sort of... horribly disfigured man of flesh and iron outside attempting to cook meat. What the locals called an 'orc' had walked in, making his presence irritably known to all. What... [I]seemed[/I] to be a leather-clad female had taken some strange box of chrome as her own, and was arguing with a somewhat-less horribly disfigured man of flesh and iron about something. What it was, he didn't know, nor care enough to ask.
Really, it was as if the two most normal people here were the 'Allemand'- or, possibly the 'Allemands'. León wasn't quite sure, given that conversation that it'd had with itself, earlier. Despite his quite-obviously demonic appearance, he still seemed more normal than most in the establishment. Aside from the other leather-clad female there. Though... something about her felt just, [I]off.[/I] Perhaps it was the attire, or the... as León looked around to give her a more scrutinising look, only then did he see the [B]giant demonic rune[/B] on her back. Maybe that's what gave it away.
For but a brief moment, the embers that seemed to permanently encircle his body glowed brighter, and a hand [I]nearly[/I] grasped for the hilt of his blade, stopping a couple inches short before clenching into a fist, and lowering down to his side. Perhaps it'd be best not to start a fight over ideals in this dingy, destitute little tavern. Thankfully that disgusting mutant wasn't still around, or else he may not have been able to restrain himself. In any case, he pushed himself away from the corner of the wall, and, thankfully, away from the quite clearly unhinged automata that had made her residence near him. He took a seat a little ways away from Otto, crossing his arms once more and settling them on the table as he looked around. "Mmh. Almost reminds me of home." He said looking back down to the corroding wood with a quiet sigh.
[QUOTE]"I am Karlek I. Kaz IV of the Seven Tribes of Helvete. I am a soldier serving the United Government in its campaign to defeat demons of the Rift."[/QUOTE]
The last part of his statement caught her attention. Jorin's mouth curled into a sort of smile. "My friend, not all demons need defeating. Some are quite helpful...for a price. Agreements, pacts...contracts. Others just want to be left to their own devices." she said. As she spoke, a faint black smoke began to seep from both her lips as well as from where her eyes would be beneath the black headwrap she wore. "Though, I refer to the demons of the Abyss like myself. As there seem to be other versions of what one would call the Abyss or Hell in other dimensions...I know not of their motives. But I assume they are similar."
She looked back to the humanoid machine nearby, as she spoke of her intentions with the toaster. She had intended to remind her that a machine such as a toaster lacked a mind of its own, but decided not to rile the being up. "I understand wholeheartedly."
"That thing is called a toaster, dummkopf." Otto called out "You don't pet those. In fact, put your fingers in the two slots and the frau in black can activate it. You'll like the surprise." The golem went back to it's drink when it noticed the knight had moved in closer to him. Something he said caught it's attention. "Did you say something?"
[quote]"Did you say something?"[/quote]
"I said that this almost reminds me of home." The knight paused for a second or two to look around once more. "...Perhaps a little too brown all the time for my liking, though." He added with a quiet, grim chuckle.
...He certainly was [del]a fucking cheese eating frog legged spineless white flagged piece of shit[/del] [I]French[/I], in case that's what caught the construct's ear.
"Are you French?"
Karlek glared at Jorin. He smiled and did a half-assed thumbs up. "If you say so."
In response to Otto Karlek tossed a grenade at him. It struck the soldier's helmet with a loud [i]clonk[/i]. "Pull the pin Boneman and we'll see what happens."
Huh, didn't figure that demons would have any knowledge of the old world. "That I am. In service of both the king and the Lord above..." He said, with a seeming sense of pride in himself. "...At least, I [I]was[/I]. Mgh. In any case, I suppose I am right to assume that you are from the Empire, Allemand?"
Otto grinned, well more than usual if you would look at the rotten face. "We are indeed. Well, technically we are from the empire after the one after that. But semantics." The golem looked over the knight "By your look, we can wager that you are from a time when your people were good at waging war." It let out a chuckle. The smug feel was overshadowed when the grenade bounced off the helmet and landed in front on the counter. "Excuse me a moment."
Otto grabbed the grenade and stood up from the chair, looking towards Karlek. "If you didn't claim otherwise, we would think you american." It held the grenade up to its face. "They had a game, chicken it was called, we don't recall exactly. But it's really fun. On the count tree we'll pull the pin and throw the grenade, but if you say sorry, we will return it to you. Munitions are hard to come by here."
Otto slipped his middle finger into the pin "Einz"
The door to the establishment was was swung open, and a bloodied woman dressed in strange, norse like armor entered. She had two very ornate axes, dangling in metal rings that were securely attached to her armor.
In her hand she carried the severed head of a great wolf, and judging from the small specks of blood that was still dripping both of the gruesome object and the woman it could be decided that this was a recent adventure.
Walking up to the bar, she dropped the wolfs head with soft thud on the floor next to her and threw a pouch of coins onto the counter.
"Gefo meg naugi sterkt." she said with a bright, big smile appearing on her blood-soaked face.
Jorin looked to the near skeletal construct at the bar whom Karlek had thrown his grenade at, then watched the construct ready himself to pull the pin. "I would suggest you apologize to the construct, Karlek. Unless you wish to be not long for this world." said Jorin, as she stood. She glided across the room quietly, out of the blast range of the grenade should the construct decide to throw it at him. If this alien traveler wished to perish, so be it. At least she could claim his soul afterwards.
A moment later, the smell of blood caught her attention again. This time, from another woman that strolled in. She was clad in what appeared to be ancient armor and cloth. A barbarian? She had slain a large wolf, and was carrying its head around as a trophy...and was still wearing its blood. Jorin pondered if it was slain in self-defense or as part of a hunt. Either way, it was certainly a fresh kill. And she was proud.
She noticed a moment later that the mutant Auruzanth was now gone from the tavern. Apparently having claimed what he wanted, paid, and left. Certainly an intriguing creature, but for now none of her concern.
"You should listen to her." Otto moved his hand as the pin was pulled from the grenade, the grin never leaving it's face. "Zwei."
[quote][B]Name[/B]: [I][B][U]SMASH-THE-BLOOD[/U][/B][/I][/quote]
[quote][B]Picture and/or Physical Description:[/B] Extremely muscular with various scars lining his body. Wears a very crudely fashioned suit of armor.[/quote]
[t]https://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/f/f9/Fo4_heavy_raider_armor_concept_art.png[/t]
[quote][B]Birthdate:[/B] Unspecified, believed to be around 30 years of age.[/quote]
[quote][B]Race:[/B] Human.[/quote]
[quote][B]Profession:[/B] Gladiator.[/quote]
[quote][B]Bio:[/B] A crowd favorite of the Sorcerer King's arenas.
Years ago, Smash entered the world as the only child of two poor farmers in a remote village hardly anyone heard about. Though when news of this village's existence reached the Sorcerer King, he immediately set his minions upon it and quickly they conquered it. Now it became a hard labor camp where slaves are forced to harvest crop for the Sorcerer King. Though not only did he harvest wheat and corn from the camp, he also harvested their own children. Every year, the sounds of shaking cages and screaming filled the camp as his minions abducted any able-bodied child they could find. Smash was only an infant when he was torn out of his mother's arms. He and the rest of the helpless youth were then transported to an arena where the Sorcerer King had them murder each other for his entertainment. Smash himself was raised and trained by the king's minions, learning only how to fight and kill. As the years went by, Smash became a crowd favorite in arenas around the land, with spectators roaring in delight whenever he dealt the violent, killing blow with his hammeraxe.
This ended however, when he was being transported to an arena across the land. The carriage he was in was attacked by mysterious bandits and all the guards were killed. He himself miraculously survived, though, and with his new freedom he now wanders the land looking for powerful opponents to kill. Where he comes from, he doesn't remember, nor does he seem to care. All he cares about now is his hammeraxe, and how many more notches he's able to add onto it.[/quote]
[quote][B]Talents:[/B] [I]Bloodflow: A small bit of HP is restored with every kill.
Gladitorial Odds: The more enemies on the field, the more Smash's DEF is buffed. [/I][/quote]
Karlek grinned and crossed his arms.
"No."
The soldier could barely contain himself as the rainbow-flash grenade would soon detonate. Karlek hoped that at least one person in the room would duck for cover, after all this was a classic prank among the Krutas.
[quote]Karlek raised his hand. "May I pet the metal creature?"[/quote]
"No. Its mind is ill at ease. The little thing is frightened," Lucy said, giving it a small pat.
[quote]"That thing is called a toaster, dummkopf." Otto called out "You don't pet those. In fact, put your fingers in the two slots and the frau in black can activate it. You'll like the surprise."[/quote]
"Of course its a toaster, you imbecile. Your mind is simply too narrow to grasp the complexities of the machine mind, even of the smaller creatures. This device has a minimal level of intelligent coding. Its operating parameters allows one to announce its name, then speak a set of cooking parameters. Damage sustained over a lifetime of abuse has left this child unable to perform its native functions," Lucy said with a snappy tone, but a gentler one towards the end. "This one would not electrocute me, even if such petty electrical power could do that to me."
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Lucy sat immobile in her chair even as Otto threatened to pull the grenade. Not like she had any fleshy bits or internal organs to get pulped. If anything, an explosion here of that size would be a minor inconvenience, especially if she was having to scrape someone else's bloody meat off of her. The only intelligent person here seemed to be the floating woman, who didn't say or do stupid things.
She held onto the toaster so it wouldn't go flying when the grenade detonated.
"Drei." Otto tossed the grenade out the window. The grenade broke the window and blew up as the hobos outside saw bright rainbows. Otto couldn't help but laugh at this. The automaton waved a finger at Krutas in a 'you got me" fashion.
"Oh for a untermensch you are funny. Barkeep, we'll pay for this one's drink." It looked at the other patrons "You all had such serious faces it was unreal. Did you honestly believe we would detonate a grenade here and risk damaging ourselves?" The automaton let out a laugh that sounded like several men were laughing at once.
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