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Post by Kraun on Apr 23, 2017 4:16:29 GMT
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the air was still, and everyone was moving with a purpose finally. The twenty or so prisoners he had gathered were ones from inside the bunker that choose too stay and stick it out instead of take there chances in the remnants of what used too be Nootau City.Kraun was used too the feeling the air brought; it was a kill or be killed world before the Maras hit and the destruction simply brought it out in a way most were not ready for.
The prison had a sturdy defense set up around it a wall of moved cars blocked the parts of the gates which had crumbled Kraun himself lifted two or three cars on top of each other making a effective wall covering the holes in the gates which used too house criminals. The only entrance was the gaping hole in front of the entrance too the jail. Along with that one could see several people in motion from the holes the building had. In terms of weaponry the prisoners didn't have much most holding a crude makeshift spear but despite that most had on riot gear from the prison which made them look much more ready for battle than they really were. Initially Kraun planned too find someone who could make weapons for everyone; depending on guns would most likely get turned into a race of first come first serve with bullets. Instead he would gather metal and make swords and such, his skills from college would be enough too gather some chemicals and such in order too melt the metal that along with a couple metal casings and they would be able too mass produce not only weapons but armor. So far he made about fifty spears and after consulting with Warick he figured it would be best too trade them for food and water something everyone needed badly.
Kraun would grip the handle of the door too the wardens office and push it forward stepping out into the hall and giving and small crunch with each step, despite the group calling this place home it was rather dirty and parts of the walls and ceilings within held holes. Outside of his door was a rather large male holding a M16 military issue and waiting for any orders too kill etc. Before Kraun could take a few steps he would be approached by a tall man one almost as tall as his his wavy blonde locks would cover most of his face and despite the dirt one would find him rather grudgingly good looking; Warick was his name. He would shuffle his step at the sight of Kraun holding a sheet of paper along with a folder filled with some others.
"That guy is supposed too be coming back today aye?"
The guy in the Rv had promised food and water something the group needed before they could go out and scavenge the city for metal and begin their metal work. In return Kraun had offered a steady supply of 50 sets of weapons and armor a month.
"A couple of my men are on lookout waiting and when he shows i will meet him too discuss the terms and show him the weapons we have so far. If we don't get food this time i am sure men will start leaving."
Down in front the prisoners would be moving crates closed tight and making sure they were neatly in a row for display.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2017 19:26:03 GMT
[googlefont="La Belle Aurore:400"] [attr="class","day"] 627 - Kraun | Notes: Felix's going to wait for someone to come, and then he'll step down
The sweat on Felix's forehead slowly evaporated away as the Kombi went on its way, piercing the still air and making it hit the old man's face, cooling him. Although the day's temperature was rather mild, his nervousness was getting the best of him. Having the window open and letting the heat go away relieved the merchant in indescribable ways."Merchant... I can't believe that I'm doing this part. At least this is needed", he said to himself in a low, sibilant voice.
Thanks to his book-fueled knowledge, engineering skills, and his memory power, Felix managed to accumulate some wealth in supplies during the months after his daughter demise at the hands of the gifted-hating Aimon settlement. A few small settlements and isolated people were in dire need of food, weapons, medicine, or even repair to certain places, and Felix needed gas, paper, pens, batteries, and even some guns or drugs himself. While he would sometimes outrightly donate supplies to people in desperate need, most people were able to trade things they wouldn't need as much as what he had to offer.
In a way, trading kept Felix safe. Not only people would see him either as friend or at least as a valuable (and hopefully dangerous to mess with) asset, but he could empty his RV of too much eye-catching supplies and even employ some protection in the future. Most importantly, his new merchant life helped him keep his sanity by building a routine and filling his days with at least some sort of objective. It helped him not remembering his deceased family too much.
And having paper to write on surely gave him a way to keep his gifted powers in check.
As he approached the Iona Penitentiary, he suddenly had one of the involuntary flashbacks his ability would bring as a side-effect. Before the memory would cloud all his vision, he slowed down the Kombi until it stopped. It was his first contact with the prisoners that chose to settle at the prison, and the terms they agreed too. Felix trembled as the fear he felt as he walked down the dirty corridors of the penitentiary returned to him, vivid as it was in that day.
Felix first had no idea of why he didn't shut down this memory, but as the flashback started to fade and his consciousness returned to the real world, he figured the reason: to keep an advantage for him. This was going to be a dangerous trade with people who once had committed multiple kinds of crimes. He figured out that most of those criminals were the less dangerous ones that the prison's personnel moved to a bunker nearby, but Felix knew by this time to not quickly trust anyone.
He pressed the gas pedal and the Kombi started moving again. The rattling sound of the engine comforted him and calmed his nerves. He breathed hard and slowly, the mild air softening his tight lungs.
Felix knew why he was here. The people of the prison needed food and water, and he had plenty to offer. The small settlements (and even Aimon) needed close-quarters weapons and armor. By making the prisoners use their scrap metal to craft weapons and armor, and keeping them sated and healthy, they’d be less stressed and would have both less reasons and less resources to torment, pillage and kill other survivors.
Soon enough, he could hear some chatter as he approached the only accessible gate of the Iona Penitentiary. Felix let a sigh of annoyance escape from his mouth, grabbed the Lee-Enfield rifle beside him, and waited for someone to greet him and make the way free for him to bring the RV - or at least help him with moving the food inside. |
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Post by Kraun on Apr 23, 2017 20:02:02 GMT
Kraun was moving through the building making sure too stay out of sight, he learned that most of the people willing too trade would not want too see him for the most part he was too smart too not see what was being offered, his skin was beginning to crack and he needed water on his skin sooner than later it seemed. He would throw a robe over himself and them place on a guards helmet now he looked like a extremely tall guard. He would take his place next too another guard behind Warick and then the trio would slowly begin moving outside. Once they were out of the entrance everyone in the front would begin opening the crates revealing the goods within they had made special for this day.
Inside one would see spears about fifty in total their design was crude but each had a role tied too it obviously for throwing and retrieving the weapon or even hunting and catching the mutated game offered. Next would be the armor made from regular clothes and metal they looked like a modern day knights armor and covered most of the body from harm. Warick would move near Felix holding his hand out and offering a smile.
"You can park here, my men will bring the goods too you for your inspection then you can show us what you have."
Almost as if it were a command the men would start moving the crates toward Felixs Rv placing them in neat rows and if one payed attention they would notice the guards moving out of the way of the robed guard; As Kraun moved about the crates pushing ones in place that were even a inch out of placement with a mere nudge the 300 pound boxes would move. For the most part Kraun liked things to be perfect he would fix his gaze toward Felix once the last crate was brought up and then Warick would take a few steps toward the Rv and trailer.
"So i do hope it's a late christmas cause my men are hungry"
Warick would rub his hands together before leaning on too the rv and giving Felix a look over.
"Do you know how too use that pee shooter? How about a test of the equipment"
With a wave of his hand Felix would call someone over the person which arrived would be wearing the metal armor which was in the crates and would stand stoic in front of the two.
"Go ahead and shoot him"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2017 22:33:21 GMT
VOYAGE, VOYAGE! PLUS LOIN QUE LA NUIT ET LE JOUR...
The wait for someone to come over didn't last for long - soon, the old man spotted one tall, blonde man and two of his men following him, one on each side of his. Felix assumed that the blondie was either the group's leader, or a second-in-command. The merchant extended his head outside the window to get a better view of the wares he'd receive - however, given the distance, all he could see were metallic objects shining strongly. Those probably were the spears and armor the ex-prisoners promised to make in trade for food and water. Felix found something to be particularly odd - few members of the "settlement" had firearms, and most of them were equipped with simple melee weapons.
The old man assumed that this was probably a way for the group's leader to keep his power and control - it wouldn't be hard to craft improvised ammo if they were capable of building body armor.
Felix could feel a not much pleasant scent of acrid sweat as the blonde man approached him, offering him a hand and an actually beautiful, friendly smile. He did as the ex-prisoner said and slightly moved the RV to make its trailer fit inside the prison entrance. The rattling of the engine stopped all of a sudden when he turned down the vehicle's key. Looking at the left, his eyes caught the men moving the heavy crates towards the RV. The clatter of the objects inside them was loud, but the merchant had already gotten himself used to it. Gleaning at the open boxes, he saw spears that looked crude, but decent enough to be used, and also what he assumed to be armor.
The prisoners at least were able to keep their promises.
Curiously enough, one of the men accompanying the "leader" was slightly moving the heavy crates. Felix thought that the robed, tall men was probably some strong mutant. When that strange "guard" fixed his gaze at Felix, the old man's breath accelerated slightly. Now he knew he'd have to be extra careful as, judging from that man's unnatural strength, it seemed that at least some of the prisoners had contact with Maras.
When the blond man (who Felix suddenly recalled to be named Warick) told that he hoped for an "late Christmas", Felix couldn't help but let a slight giggling trespass the limits of his lips. If there was one thing that the merchant could be proud of in this new world, it was his knowledge of scavenging (and his damned luck). "I thought that my beard and the wagon had already denounced me as Santa Claus", Felix sharply and sarcastically stated, before changing to a more polite tone: "Jokes aside, I'm actually certain that you'll like what I have to offer." As Felix was unlocking the door to get outside the Kombi, Warick unpolitely asked if the old man could shoot his "pea shooter", and then called one of his armored henchmen, telling the old man to shoot him as a "test of the equipment".
A shiver rose up from Felix's torso up to his head. While at first slightly shocked with Warick's audaciousness, he knew he wouldn't have much time to think about this strange request. Assuming that the prisoners were quite confident of their craftsmanship, Felix jumped out of the Kombi, cocked up the Lee-Enfield, and as a way to avoid any risks, aimed the weapon at the ex-prisoner's shoulder.
After a few seconds of hesitation, Felix held his breath, the sound of his heartbeat quite audible. He pulled the trigger, and the bullet quickly reached its target. Thankfully, it bounced off the steel plate, hitting a nearby wall. The guinea pig fell down thanks to the impact, but rose up absolutely fine, if a bit dizzy and pained. The armor suffered a crease, but otherwise looked as solid as before. "Seems good to me. I'll need one of you to help me with my crates. While I do it, I'd like that you fetch one of those spears so that I can give it a look". Felix returned to the RV, opening the trailer and standing next to it while he waited for one of the ex-prisoners to help him with the cargo.
He had memorized all the wares he was going to offer: diverse kinds of canned meats, varied pickles, nonperishable grains, frozen citrus fruits to avoid scurvy, purified river water, a few kilograms of frozen, salted venison, and bread made by the Aimon settlement. The weight was somewhere around 600 kg, enough to feed the 20 members of the settlement for the month.
Felix had also brought a small surprise as a gift: around 50 bottles of different kinds of alcoholic beverages, most of them being comprised of cheap vodka and beer, with only a few good wines and whiskeys. He hoped to maintain a peaceful relationship with the ex-prisoners.
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Post by Kraun on Apr 25, 2017 23:38:05 GMT
Thinking back was the only way too keep his mind of the current situation. Kraun knew this role was necessary but disliked wearing this much clothing even more so when he had not had water in over two days something he found very serious. Even serious enough too abandon protocol and move too the back of the Kombi the moment Felix opened it Kraun would grab one of the crates of food the another lifting everything out of the truck in mere moments. Following that he would scuttle through the stuff and find a bottle no more than a gallon of water and before using it he would toss his guard cl9thes off revealing his usually bare chest which sunk in unlike any normal man's could, if that was not enough of a oddity his marble like skin would look like cracking rocks due too the lack of water in recent days. Once he drenched himself in the water his body would absorb every bit before flexing and conturting for everyone to see.
He was now feeling better then ever his massive tounge would whip out and upward and for a second his gaze would shift toward Felix having forgot he was here Kraun's silver hair would cover his white and black eyes. Despite everything Kraun did not look like the monster he was with every step he showed a grace and elegance only a person without fear could posses. Warick would not pay attention too the display instead he would already be motioning the men too move the crates with the spears over and the armor into the Kombi trailer. After not to long Warick would approach holding a spear and he would wipe some sweat from his brow before spinning it in his hand.
"There not like the ones we use but they are very lethal and sturdy for the day and age."
Simple to make, each spear consists of a six-foot-long wooden handle with a cloth grip and 10 feet of rope and a sharp piece of jagged metal serving as the head. Warick would hand Felix the spear then look behind him, it was obvious he heard it before everyone else because at that moment if one looked they would see a van rolling down the street toward the prison. The prisoners didn't use vehicles it caused too much attention no this was a group of bandits one of the group's or prisoners that had fled after the bombs. It became even more obvious would the pulled up there heel offering a dull rattle as if came to a stop near the end of the road a few feet from the entrance.
Before the men could get out Warick would spin around launching two small knives into the opening of the jeep following the swift motion three screams would be heard two from the men which had been hit and the third from the man who saw Kraun first lifting a spear he would sling it toward the middle of the jeep and send the entire vehicle back a few feet from the impact; the rope from the spear would still be in Hand and Kraun would bring the jeep over with a hefty pull and grunt before the jeep would land in front of him.
There were two men still alive inside but not for long Kraun would take half of one of the men's body with one gulp then sling him aside the mutilated body almost hitting the Kombi. The last man would be shuffled off into the prison and Kraun would follow leaving Warick and Felix and the few guards needed too move the rest of the stuff. Seemingly unfazed by the situation Warick would clap his hands and look back at Felix.
"So how do you like the spears?"
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