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Alexandr nods at the newcomer's words. ''I am inclined to agree with you, it will best suit our purposes if we stick together. Having said that however, most of us do not carry any official title here in the city, Should we not send one of our number to warn the Sheriff of a possible jailbreak?'' Alexandr follows along behind the group as he makes his suggestion.
Picking up his drink, Alexandr pours the rest of it down his throat and slams the glass back down on the table. Tossing a few coins down next to his empty glass, he straightens his clothes and moves to follow Mira and the guard.
After hearing what Oz, Mira and Erissa have to say on the subject, Alexandr holds his hands up in surrender. ''Very well, very well. If he wants to come with us he is welcome.'' He sounds a little bit irritated at being ganged up on. I was just trying to make a joke. Note to self humor does not translate well from an Android. Turning to the man in the ruined shirt Alexandr gestures at the table. ''Well I guess you're welcome to join us if that's what you desire. What will you be drinking sir? The first is one me.''
Alexandr turns to regard Ozymandias for a moment and says nothing at first. Finally he breaks his silence. ''Are you sure we should be so quick to invite this man with us? We don't even know for sure that this man has anything to offer us. He thinks about that for a moment and then turns to the newcomer. ''No offense meant of course, I just don't know you and you look like someone nearly murdered you.'' He indicates the bloody shirt as he says the last part.
Alexandr cocks his head at the strange newcomer. He jerks his thumb at his bloody and ruined shirt. ''Stranger, did anyone not ever tell you that there are less dangerous ways of stopping a fight than taking a bullet to the chest.'' He smiles a little at his awkward joke before pressing on. ''I don't know exactly where the Sherrif's office is, but it is in that tower back there. You will have to ask someone inside where to actually find the Sherrif. Oh and I am Alexandr by the way.'' He gestures at the tower when he mentions it and when he is done speaking he then gestures to his companions back towards the inn, Silently asking them if they wish to continue onwards. What a strange fellow, he dresses so finely for someone out here in the wastes.
Ducking his head to the side and shielding his eyes to avoid the dust, Alexandr can't help but let out a whistle at the force behind the blast. ''If that could be focused that would be a devastating weapon.''
Though he knew he had not been addressed personally Alexandr decided to chime in at Mira's suggestion. ''Would you mind terribly if I joined you? I could use a drink myself.'' Alexandr will head in the same direction as Mira whether she wants him to join her or not, deciding that new ammunition could wait until the morning and that alcohol and clean water were a higher priority.
''As Verra has indicated she was not much trouble.'' Alexandr will see about getting paid in 100 gp gems much like Johnny, placing the remaining coins in a pouch in one of the pockets from his robes. Remembering the bugs and his ineffective bullets, Alexandr will turn back to the deputy. ''Who in town who sells not-standard ammunition? I would like to buy some alternate types of bullets in case we encounter more monsters resistance to standard rounds.''
Alexandr nods at Ozmymandias and Johnny's words. ''Yes, let us see Kharzess off to her fate before anything else. Once our business there is done I would welcome you all to join me for food and drink.''
As a great man, Grounds Keeper Willie once said. ''Shh! You wanna get suued?''
Of course we're not the magnificent six..... we're the sensational six!!!
''By the gods what manner of beast is that. Despite having spent many years in thew wastes, Alexandr does not recall ever having seen such a titanic worm before. Seeing as everyone else seems inclined to flee rather than fight the beast he leaps atop the nearest horse, whether it already has a rider or not. ''Go, Go!!! I will distract the beast if necessary'' He shouts if the horse already has a rider. Pulling his pistol out with his free hand in case it is needed he rides off with the rest.
''Blast!!'' Alexandr curses to himself as the earth begins to shake. Clutching the reins he does his best to reign in his mount.
Not to self, learn how to ride these infernal beasts.
Being most familiar with Erissa, even if he barely knows her, Alexandr decides to take his watch with her. ''I will take the middle watch as well.'' Sitting down as he surveys the wasteland, keeping watch for any danger, Alexandr listens in on Erissa's conversation with the Acolyte. He is surprised to hear her speak kindly to Kharzess considering how cold she appeared at first. Must remember not to let first impressions be my only data in the future The robot continues with his usual threats of death and Alexandr stops paying attention, his mind back to the task at hand.
''My wounds are minimal, but thank you. Let us gather all the horses and be off.''
Taking a cue from Erissa, Alexandr rolls out of the way of the acid and and puts a little more distance between he and the others.
Grimacing at the small amount of acid he couldn't dodge, Alexandr once more raises his rifle. Taking careful aim at the fly that spewed acid at them, he fires, loads his weapon quickly and fires again.
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Alexandr cocks his rifle and fires once more at the fly attacking Johnny but refrains from firing a second time once he sees that the flies seem to be retreating.
Alexandr curses at his failed shots. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he again loads two shots and again his rifle blasts twice sending metal towards his flying opponents.
Placing a hand on his horse's snout in an attempt to calm it, Alexandr whispers to it gently.
Cursing himself for not having considered bringing multiple types of ammo, Alexandr considers his options. Deciding that he has no better plan that to hope to fill the damn thing with enough ammo to bring it down, he loads his rifle, lines up his sights and fires, as before he reloads the weapon unusually swiftly and fires once more.
Spotting the acid flying towards them Alexandr lets out a cry. ''Acid! Duck!!!'' Leaping backwards, to avoid the acid, he pulls his rifle from his back as he sails through the air.
Successfully avoiding the acid, he turns in midair landing on his feet and pulls back the bolt on his rifle.
Alexandr's eyes narrow at her tone and he turns back to address Kharzess. ''Do not take that tone with us. I was not threatening to kill you, merely explaining to Erissa why you might not feel like sharing. I am curious as to your theory and would like to hear it but it will not bother me much if I don't.''
Alexandr speaks up after Erissa's comment. ''In the interest of fairness, she probably expected someone to threaten to blow her brains out for speaking. In fact give it time and someone still might.'' Alexandr chuckles to himself at his little joke but says no more on the subject.
Alexandr awakes with the dawn and spends his first fifteen minutes going through his morning kata. Even if he favors the gun over his fists he does not want his skills to go to waste. When he is done, he lights another cigarette and places it between his teeth as he goes about cleaning his rifle and pistol, making sure both are fully operational. When Kharzess complains about needing to sleep, Alexandr finds himself frowning. On the one hand he sees the merit in minimizing the risk that she escapes by not allowing her to regain her magic. But on the other hand this seems a tad cruel. This is beneath us, we lower our selves to her level if we continue this way. Choosing not to make an issue of it for now, he mounts astride his horse and rides off when the rest do. As before he stays near the front of the column, his sharp eyes looking for any threats.
''I see equally well in the dark as in conditions of low light. My eyes are sharp and so I will take the last shift with the shifty armed one. He points with his thumb over his shoulder to indicate Joseph, who is currently in the middle of interrogating/speaking to Ozymandias.
I don't like this. That witch is far too calm for someone riding to their death, surrounded by people who want her dead. She's either doesn't care about dying or she's confident she isn't going to make it to town. He rides close to Ozymandias in order to keep a close eye on their prisoner.
He does his best to keep his rider horse in check but is not good with animals and has great difficulty handling two beasts at once. Not willing to risk losing control of the second horse, he keeps his dagger close at hand in case he needs to cut the rope connecting him to his riderless horse. He glares at Kharzess when she speaks up. He feels white, hot something, probably anger, flowing through him at the sound of her voice. ''Be silent mage, more of us see fine in the dark than not. Your words are not needed nor wanted!'' Looking back to his companions he scratches his cheek thoughtfully. Still she might be onto something, even if most of us do see well at night, it couldn't hurt to have a littler fire. ''What say the rest of you? Do we stop now or risk going further before we stop?''
Alexandr shakes his head at Erissa's display of wastefulness. ''Some people have all the manners and charm of a dead goblin'' He mutters to himself. Turning to the robot riding with their captive, he shakes his head. ''Im not convinced she really will run. Her hands are bound which will make controlling the horse and casting hard as it is. we are all armed with ranged weapons and her horse will not run any faster than hers. In addition at least three out of seven of us have already expressed a desire to see her dead. I find it unlikely that she will try to escape under present conditions.'' He turn to look into Kharzess' eyes as he is speaking, trying to gauge whether or not his words have had any impact on her and if she is thinking of escape.
''Besides, if she does try to run, we'll simply ride her down and pump her full of metal.''
Removing a short length of rope from his robes, Alexandr ties it to the bridle of one of the horses. He attaches the other end to the saddle horn of the horse he intends to ride. Mounting ''his'' horse he kicks it lightly with his heels to get it moving. Clutching the reins in one hand, with his other loosely holding the rope attached to the 2nd horse he trots up towards Ozymandias. He turns to the rest of the band as he rides past them. ''If at all possible we should try and get all the horses and bring them with us. They will either fetch us a good amount of coin and if nothing else best we don't leave them to whatever beasts might be found in this Gods forsaken land.'' Coming up alongside Ozymandias, he clears his throat to get the other Android's attention. ''Her hands are bound and we are all mounted, there are plenty of horses to spare. I see no reason to burden a horse with two riders when it is not necessary. She is not going anywhere and if she tries anything, we can simply run her down.'' His piece said, he lapses into a contemplative silence. Uhh, the idea of speaking up for that league scum is painful. Still it seems foolish to burden a horse with two riders for no reason. This feeling is new, perhaps it is irritation? I must remember to jot it down later. Producing another sash from the many holding his clothing together, Alexandr holds it out for Ozymandias to grab. ''Here, this will function as a rope if you change your mind. You can tie her horse to yours if it makes you less uneasy about the whole thing. Oh I am Alexandr by the way.''
Alexandr nods at Erissa's response, stepping aside and lowering his arms back to his side. ''Your terms are satisfactory to me, I don't much care for what is inside her head as long as she is dead when you take them.'' He removes his rifle from his shoulder and digs a cartridge out a pouch hanging at his waist. Inserting the cartridge into the rifle, he slides the bolt back and forwards to load the cartridge into the chamber and returns his rifle back to his shoulder. When the human approaches and asks about gunsmithing, Alexandr waves his hand to indicate that it is he. ''Yes I am a gunsmith of some skill.'' He jostles his shoulder to indicate his rifle and has his hand on his revolver to draw attention to it. ''I built and customized my rifle myself and I make all the necessary maintenance on both my rifle and revolver.'' His eyes widen in disbelief when he sees Joseph's arm transform. what I would do for an arm like that. If you will tell me a little about how you acquired such a fabulous arm I will be happy to talk guns and repairs with you.''[/b] He holds out his hand with his fist clenched. ''I am Alexandr, pleased to meet you.'' He thinks for a moment Wait, is it hand clenched or unclenched? No I think its supposed to be unclenched He then un-balls his fist, extending his hand in a handshake. ''Pardon, I was not very well taught in social customs.''
Technically I think there are 4 androids in this party and not 2 if memory serves. As for this android, he has bright blue eyes, his ''skin'' is tanned color and he usually tries to avoid using his nanites if at all possible so at first glance he appears human. He's trying to keep a low profile vis a vis the technic league so he usually wears a bandana to cover the lower part of his face but other then that doesn't do anything special to hide his identity. Basically he obscures it lightly and doesn't openly advertise that he's not human.
When Erissa raises her rifle, Alexandr moves to stand between her and Kharzess. Raising his hands non-threateningly he addresses her. ''If memory serves you are Erissa correct? You served as a scout in the wars? I cannot allow you to kill her this way. This woman deserves much more then a quick bullet to the brain. Let the town deal with her, surely some of the townsfolk are family or friends of her victims, they deserve the chance to look her in the eyes as she is sentenced.'' He lowers his arms and crosses them over his chest. Besides I want a chance to see the light leave her eyes. He thinks to himself, despite knowing the thought is beneath him, He can't help his hate of the technic league.
As the last of the mercenaries fall down, never to get back up again, Alexandr pulls a cigarette out of one of the pockets in his shirt. Striking a match against the sole of his boot he lights the cigarette. He lowers his bandana from around his mouth and sticks the cigarette between his teeth, taking a long drag. even after all these years I still cannot fathom why smoking these things makes me feel calm after a battle? Gazing over at where some of the others were speaking with their captive, Alexandr felt his veins flood with a hot warmth that he thought might be anger or possibly hatred. Walking towards Kharzeess he throw his cigarette down on the ground and came to a stop before her. With the smallest of smiles on his face he asked her. Tell me League scum, how does it feel to be the helpless one for once?'' Leaning in close in the hopes they others would not hear he whispered to her. It would serve my kind right if we put a bullet in your head right here and now.'' Raising his voice and stepping back from her he said I believe we would be best served by returning this woman to the proper authorities so they might stretch her neck for us. What say you? He looks the other six in the eye as he asks the question, addressing them each in turn.
Erissa would know that during the war Alexandr had a partner, who preferred fighting with fists than with his revolver. She would know he served as front line soldier and that he's knowledgable in the construction of firearms. The rest of you would also be aware that Alexandr tends to keep people at arms length and that he tends to keep a low profile. Unlike most androids he feels emotions but they overwhelm and confuse him. He's also loyal and doesn't tend to break his word.
Alexandr here, now that this site seems to be working again. By the way Metal God, Im slightly confused about your opening post. You refer to the acolyte as a male and in Joseph;s section refer to a woman, who is a criminal responsible for dropping tech into the ocean. Same person or maybe im just missing something?
Badass! Thanks for the pick shadow. Very excited to play with you all and congrats to everyone selected.
1) An android trained in the use of guns and martial arts, a veteran of the wars who is on the run from the technological fanatics who want him back and has trouble with his emotions. 2) Numeria 3)Veteran of the Waste Wars (Trait), Student of Philosophy (Trait), Reactionary (Trait), Wanted (Drawback) |
