Group 4 Session 51

<uSeaGM> **Group 4 Session 51**
<uSeaGM> When we last left our party they had two carts full of armour plating and other materials ready for them to take to Harbourage. But before that they had some shopping to do.
* Jasmine_Mistplume is zipping from item to item in an excited manner, looking at the selection of armor. "I could use this! Or maybe this! Or... ack! Its so hard to decide!" She turns towards the others. "What do you think?" She asks, pointing towards a fairly impractical-looking set of armor that probably wouldnt even fit her build. "Does this scream 'hero' to you? I think it does."
* Milia glares at the gryphon after taking a look at the object of her affection. "...Yeah, I don't think that's really your style, Jas. Call me crazy, but I think it screams 'back problems' more than it screams hero." She squints at the armor, giving one last good look. "There aren't even any holes for your wings!"
<uSeaGM> A grizzled stallion runs the weapon stall. He sits behind a table covered in guns and ammo and shelves beside him show more stock but the selection of special ammo on display is limited. He seems occupied with cleaning a dismantled rifle.
* Milia spots a nice piece of leather armor on display. She reaches over, turning Jasmine's head for her. "How about we start you off, and I cannot believe /I/ am the one suggesting this, with something a bit more...unassuming? Something that doesn't scream 'Hey, look at me! Betcha can't blow my brains out through THIS junk!'"
<Jasmine_Mistplume> "Hm.. well I suppose thats true!" She says, laughing a bit, before Milia assists her in focusing her eyes on another, much less eye-catching piece of armor. She moves up to it and critically examines it. "Hmmmm......." She mutters, scratching her chin. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" She paces a bit, keeping her eyes on the armor, before throwing her talons up and shrugging her shoulders. "Well, I
<Jasmine_Mistplume> guess it will do!"
* Watch_Tower himself didn't really seem too interested in what was for sale. He had looked for the grenades he'd favored...and of course didn't find them since well. They are fairly rare.
* Milia clops her hooves together. "Good girl! I guess I won't need to put blinders on you after all! Trust me, the wasteland is full of a bunch of giant, ridiculous, ego-fueled dickwicks. They go into /every/ fight looking to prove themselves as One Bad Motherfucker, and so they look for the toughest thing they can find and try to kill it first. Now, your whole deal is subtlety..."
<Milia> "...so while those stupid raiders are trying to put bullets through his-" she thrusts a hoof over towards Watch Tower. "-Crazy ass turbo-shield because he's bigger and therefore more valuable a kill than you, you can just waltz right up, and then you tear their face off!  It's simple!"
* Milia beams a wide, sagely smile at Jasmine.
* Watch_Tower chuckles. That reminded him of a few ponies...he was starting to feel a little homesick...maybe after he visits Rarity he migh. "woah."
<Watch_Tower> (wha*)
* Watch_Tower shaken from his thought by a zebra gestering at him. "Oh yeah! That's true it's one reason I don't always have the thing up...doesn't take any energy to sustain anymore...I just get tired of people taking the odd pot shot at it."
* Jasmine_Mistplume grins at that. "Tear their face off? I like that. I like tearing faces off." She seems to get all giddy at the thought. "BEWARE, EVILDOERS!" She suddenly shouts, pointing in a random direction and standing, trying to look tall and imposing. "NONE SHALL ESCAPE THE WRATH OF MY SHREDDY.....CLAWY.... JUSTICE!"
* Jasmine_Mistplume is quite clearly insane
<Watch_Tower> "err...yeah..." Considering thigns a moment...he's still a tiny bit more afraid of Milia tearing his face off...but that might turn around when he sees Jasmine in action.
* Milia recoils a bit from the sudden outburst, going a bit wide eyed as she stares at the gryphon. She brushes it off with a laugh, however, more amused by her display than anything. "Good! I like that attitude! Because there's a /lot/ of faces that could use the tear-off treatment! And we'll probably be seeing some here pretty soon, but before that..."
* Milia rummages around in her bags, pulling out the bag of caps and plopping it on the counter of the stall. "Jingle jangle." she calls out, hoping to get the salespony's attention.
* Watch_Tower chuckles and gets back to looking through the wares.
* Artifica pats Jasmine.  "Good."
<uSeaGM> The stallion raises an eyebrow as Artifica successfully rummage through his box of spare parts for an LMG upgrade, but despite a thorough search she doesn't find a second.
* Artifica grins.  "Nice."
* Jasmine_Mistplume rubs her talons together in excitement as Milia pulls out the caps. She turns towards the armor vendor, and something else catches her eye. "Oh... OH... I GOTTA HAVE THAT TOO!" She exclaims, all but snatching up a very sturdy cloak. "Look at this! Its a real cape! Not some makeshift blanket but an actual cape! All heroes gotta have a cape, right?"
* Artifica shows off her find to Milia.  "Isn't she pretty.  Too bad she doesn't have a twin."
* Milia looks to the rest of their group. They're all wearing (exceedingly fancy) capes. She turns back to Jasmine, biting her tongue about the continuing hero worship. It was really not sitting well with the zebra. "...Well...hard to argue with that. You gotta fit with the dress code, right?"
* Watch_Tower looks at the cape and chuckles. He'll stick with the one Rarity made for him anytime...even if he was the slightest bit jealous of Milia's fancier cape.
* Milia gasps at Artifica's find. "Ooooh..."
* Milia looks over to her marefriend's battle saddle. "That's not gonna throw off your balance, is it? Having one fire more than the other?"
* Artifica notes, "Need two before I can build them into my saddle, but one day this beauty will *sing*."
* Jasmine_Mistplume cant help but try on the cloak. "How do I look? Do you think I'll give the bad guys pause when they see me now?"
* Milia giggles, planting a kiss on Artifica's muzzle. She found it absolutely adorable when Artifica doted over her weaponry. "Hopefully someday soon, too. Celestia knows the extra firepower couldn't hurt."
* Watch_Tower waves his hooves in a so so fashion. "I think it might require you to disembowl one or two first."
<Watch_Tower> ",but from there I'd say you're golden. Now don't forget your battle cry either...Oh! Give us one."
<uSeaGM> The armour merchant accepts Milia's caps and the purchase of barding is a success.
* Jasmine_Mistplume brandishes her talons, grinning like a maniac. "Disemboweling? I can do disemboweling." She scrapes her talons against the wall, leaving a clearly visible mark. She started to get a bit antsy.
* Watch_Tower looks a little concerned at the mark on the wall. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of chances with whats coming I mean things have to be pretty bad for us to be escorting those wagons."
* Milia also goes for reinforcement kits for both hers and Artifica's combat armor, as well as Jasmine's new leather barding.
* Milia looks at the armor merchant. "So, uh...the whole 'not dying' thing...anything you got back there that could help us out a bit more with that? Reinforcement kits, stuff like that?"
<uSeaGM> The merchant nods. "Sure, we got some of them. Just pick out what you need and I'll add it to your bill."
* Milia does a little excited bouncy hop. "Oh goodie goodie goodie!"
* Artifica watches that bouncy hop lovingly.
* Milia picks out one light reinforcement kit, and two medium reinforcement kits.
<uSeaGM> The gruff stallion at the weapon stall sighs and looks up as the group gathers around him. “M'names Metal Jacket. What you see here,” he says unenthusiastically, “is the finest military surplus in all Equestra.” He waits a few moments, then shrugs. “The Yellow Bows said we should have a sales pitch. You've got eyes. Look for yourself. Buy it or don't.”
* Milia scoops up everything and puts them into her saddlebags-of-holding, before beginning the absolutely laborious, monotonous exercise in frustration that is completing a transaction in the wasteland. "You know-" she grumples, as she counts out caps. "-they could really stand to get some friggin' higher denominations of these things..."
<Milia> ((grumbles*))
* Watch_Tower chuckles to Milia. "The ten cap cap You're a visionary."
* Milia tosses up her hooves. "And no one appreciates it!" she yells in an exaggerated fashion.
* Milia looks to her group, Artifica in particular. "Well...almost no one."
* Watch_Tower as far as he knew Bits were the only currency in pre-war equestria and they functioned in the same one to one ratio. "We do." He smiles. "Just keep preaching the virtues of a higher denomination."
* Milia finishes doling out the caps. "I got ideas, man. /Good/ ideas." she mumbles at the stallion.
<Watch_Tower> "I believe that actually" he chuckles.
<Watch_Tower> "Uncle Long used to have bags of precounted caps for that reason."
* Artifica looks at Milia appreciatively.
* Milia beams, soaking in the appreciation like a sponge might soak water. A big smile is plastered on her face as she trots over to the weapons stall, and the zebra unceremoniously hails the pony working it. "Hey, pal! You any good at repairs?"
* Artifica turns to Metal Jacket.  "I like your sales pitch."  She begins inspecting what the stallion has to offer.  "Any chance you know where I might get a sister for this?" she asks, showing the LMG mod.
* Notify: mimezinga is online (irc.canternet.org).
* ChanServ gives channel operator status to mimezinga
<Jasmine_Mistplume> "Those slavers had some kinda scale they used to weigh how much food I brought in when I went hunting. If I didnt bring in enough they'd lash me. What if you could apply that to caps, though? That would be pretty  cool! The measuring. Not the lashing." Jasmine interjected, laughing a little bit at the end. Not even talking about her treatment as a slave seemed to darken her mood.
* mimezinga is now known as Berry
* Notify: mimezinga is offline (irc.canternet.org).
* Artifica stares at Jasmine_Mistplume in some surprise.
* Berry noms something
<uSeaGM> Jacket fixes Milia with a long hard stare. "Yes." He turns to Artifica. "Sure, I might have another lying around in my workshop."
* Milia does the same. "Uh...you know...that, might...actually work." She had several questions AND comments about how blase the gryphon seemed to be about her horrific life, but couldn't decide on one at the moment.
* Jasmine_Mistplume blinks at Artificia, turns her head to see if she was staring behind her. When she sees nothing she returns the stare at Artificia. "What? Do I got something in my beak?"
* Milia decides to broach it later. Instead, she turns back to Jacket. "Oh, good! 'cause we got...you know...stuff...that needs that thing...that you just said."
<Milia> "...repairing"  adds.
<Milia> ((she adds*))
* Artifica fuzzles Berry between the ears.
* Milia presents the broken powerhooves, as well as Watch Tower's zebra rifle.
<uSeaGM> He looks at Milia with an expression resembling pity. "Maybe outside air does make you go funny," he mutters.
* Berry smiles when shuffled and trots around the shop, licking weapons and chewing barrels "nom nom nom..."
* Jasmine_Mistplume crosses her eyes trying to focus on her beak, despite the futility of it. She starts to lick around her beak trying to find an offending piece of meal that may have gotten stuck.
* Milia responds to Jacket with a nicker. "I heard that!"
<uSeaGM> He then looks at the two items Milia had, studying the rifle in particular. "The powerhoof should be pretty easy, but that rifle is zebra made isn't it? That could take time."
* Berry lcks the offending zebra rifle
* Berry and the offending merchant, to boot
<Watch_Tower> "How long?"
* Milia raises an eyebrow at the pony. "Could? Or /will/?" She glances over at Berry as she licks it. "And will licking speed up the repair process? Because if it will, then boy, are YOU in luck."
<uSeaGM> "Well it will take time. A few days probably, but I just so happen to have a working one right here. Give me the broken rifle and, let's say, 600 caps and I'll give you this one in good condition." He holds out the zebra rifle he was cleaning earlier.
<uSeaGM> A young colt appears beside Metal Jacket wearing a yellow bandanna and a gas mask. Metal Jacket shakes his head. “Scamper, do something useful and play with this kid.” He points at Cerberus, who was still licking him.
* Milia hums thoughtfully to herself as she does some mental math. "Mmmm...400. 400 caps, and you've got a deal. I'll remind you that you're helping equip the ponies who will be helping to keep your town's trade activity afloat." She gestures over to the giant carts they were given to deliver. "I think you can take it a /little/ easy on us, can't you?" she coos, fluttering her eyes innocently.
<Milia> "Afloat...harborage...boat humor...hawwww..."
<uSeaGM> “Oh, you're taking those carts to the blue eyes? They seem nice enough folk. Keep themselves to themselves but it feels real creepy when they look at you in the dark... hmm, 500 caps for the trade.”
* Berry is nomming eggs. yummy eggs!
* Milia shrugs to herself. That was the best she was gonna get. "500? Alright, works for me."
* Berry feels guilty and puts some moar noms in the merchant's bag. hoping he can't tell apples from eggs
<uSeaGM> Berry is being watched by a young colt in a gas mask. His saddlebags jiggle with scrap metal.
* Milia grumbles as she hoofs over the caps for the new rifle. "Friggin'...merchants...got my dang tits in a vice grip..." she may or may not have been the tiniest bit frustrated he wouldn't go cheaper.
* Berry trots towards the gas mask colt "hi there! want to play tag? i am champion of tag!"
<Jasmine_Mistplume> "That doesnt sound very comfortable in the slightest"
<uSeaGM> "How come you ponies don't float away?" Scamper asks Berry.
<Watch_Tower> "It really doesn't"
* Berry "that's because i am no pony! i am a mighty hellhound warrior" the filly nods, proud of herself
<Milia> "IT ISN'T!" she barks back.  "Okay, Jacket...how 'bout that upgrade for the lovely mare's machine gun?"
* Artifica blinks and shakes her head, trying to rid herself of marefriend-induced bondage images.
* Berry "also, why are you afraid of flying? ponies don't fly, you silly"
* Milia ...may or may not be doing the same thing. She was still a bit pent up from this morning.
<uSeaGM> Scamper nods his head vigorously. "They do! I seen it! Outside air is too light so--" Metal Jacket interrupts him, "Scamper, go fetch the grey box on the third bench in my workshop. Hop to it." Scamper scampers away.
<uSeaGM> Metal Jacket nods at Milia. "Should be here in a minute. Anything else you need?"
* Milia blinks. "Umm...shoot fuel? Err, ammo! Ammo, is what I meant..."
* Artifica gives Milia a secretive look, wondering if she was thinking.... no, couldn't have been.
* Milia was a bit distracted by her own self induced fantasies. Artifica and vice grips DID sound sort of fun. She shifts her rear legs, anxiously, her tail swishing a bit.
<uSeaGM> He shrugs. "What you see here is what I got to sell. Red Cloaks want us to keep the good stuff for ourselves... please stop drooling."
<Jasmine_Mistplume> "Heya, Milly! Are you alright there?"
* Artifica responds, "Yes.  I mean... I'm sure she is!"
* Watch_Tower chuckles. "I think they might need some privacy by the time the day is over.
* Artifica redirects, "So, Jasmine, which colors are the most heroic for armor, do you think?"
* Milia yelps. "Ack! I...wha-?" She wipes the corner of her mouth with a foreleg. "...I have no idea what you're talking about, sir." the zebra protests in response to the salespony.
* Milia quickly changes the subject to the heaping pile of ammo their group is (probably) going to buy, picking out a bunch of ammo for Berry's guns, as well as ammo for Artifica's LMGs and Watch's zebra rifle.
* Berry tries licking ammo too
* Jasmine_Mistplume blinks. "Oh, well... its gotta be really bright, yeah? Something that lets all the baddies know they are in trouble! Red is pretty good, since bloodstains aren't as noticable, yaknow? Although sometimes red is used to represent evil so maybe not.... hmmm... How about blue? Blues a nice color! Oh, or how about pink?!"
<Watch_Tower> "Try Gold or White!"
<uSeaGM> By the time ammo is sorted out Scamper returns with the aforementioned box, inside of which is another set of LMG Upgraded internals. "Aaand here you go. Anything else?"
<Watch_Tower> "White is always a good color."
* Jasmine_Mistplume shakes her head. "White is so booooring. Its like... not even a color, really! White makes you look like a goober!"
<Watch_Tower> "Hey I happen to like white."
* Watch_Tower might just happen to like a pony who was primarily white too :3
<Jasmine_Mistplume> "goober!"
<Jasmine_Mistplume> "You have to at least wear another color to make white a good color!"
<Watch_Tower> "You forget you add your own color by wearing it."
<Jasmine_Mistplume> "Thats not the same thing!"
* Milia leans in close to Metal Jacket. "Umm...do you maybe have, like...a vice grip...and some leather belts for sale, too?..." she mutters to the stallion.
<uSeaGM> He gives Milia another stare. "No, I sell guns... and, aren't you a little young for that kind of thing?"
* Artifica brushes back her mane.  "I'm partial to pink and gold, myself."
* Artifica turns to see the LMG Upgraded Internals.  She smiles at Scamper.  "You're awesome."
* Milia scoffs. "Don't you judge me!" She whisper-yells, then deciding to turn this around on Jacket. "You're not my dad! Wow! Why do you even care?! What does that say about /you/, huh?!"
<Watch_Tower> "It is totally the same thing."
* Artifica turns to look at Milia, wide-eyed.  "What...?"
<Jasmine_Mistplume> "No, by wearing only white you are making white the primary color. White only works as a secondary or tertiary color!"
<uSeaGM> He shruggs at Artifica. "Teenagers, eh? I imagine you have your hooves full."
<Watch_Tower> "White totally works as a primary color."
<Watch_Tower> "You can use it other colors to offset it."
<Watch_Tower> "White and Green, or white and purple, or White and pink even."
<Jasmine_Mistplume> "Gooooooooooooooooooober!"
<Watch_Tower> "You'll see"
* Milia flushes deep red from a mixture of frustration and embarassment. Frustration for being brushed off as a 'teenager', and embarassment for...well, what are obvious reasons. She simply silently fumes at Jacket, beaming intense rays of hatred at him (and possibly trying to catch him on fire through sheer will alone), before storming off with their purchased goods.
* Jasmine_Mistplume was too busy arguing with Watchtower to notice what was happening with Milia and the merchant
* Artifica just nods, unable to think of anything to say.
* Watch_Tower wasn't arguing he was laying down the facts and she'll see that when she sees Rarity
<Watch_Tower> "That said...I've got my date coming up...I'll be back as soon as I'm free...and I kind of want to try something."
<Watch_Tower> "I wanna see how far I can Teleport while I'm at it...."
* Milia 's deep sense of shame is momentarily stifled by curiosity. She cocks her head at Watch Tower. "Wait...date? Seriously? You're still...uhhh...goin' for it?"
<Watch_Tower> "Well...it'd be terribly rude not to go..."
<Watch_Tower> "and I do really like her."
* Milia hums to herself. "Well...that's true. You especially wouldn't want to blow off somepony like /that/..." She says, before perking up and trotting over to the stallion. "Well, hey, all the best! I'm sure it'll go fine!" the zebra proclaims, giving Watch Tower a big hug. "We'll miss you. Come back soon, yeah? We won't be too hard to find, I imagine."
* Milia thinks to herself for a moment. "...well...knowing us, I would wager that'd be a /guarantee/, actually..."
<Watch_Tower> "Well...if nothing else we've got our magical bond..."
* Watch_Tower hugs Milia back.
* Milia chuckles. "Oh, that's true! Well, then, hey, I'm sure everything'll be fine-" she says, breaking the hug and stepping a few feet back.
* Milia offers a playful salute to the univorn. ""-...Celestia speed, Watch Tower."
<Milia> ((unicorn*))
<uSeaGM> **End of Session for Group 4**