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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Nov 22, 2019 12:33:43 GMT
"There is a brother of mine in America who said he wanted to start a 'new life' as he put it, while we are not in speaking terms, he knows he owes me a favor..." Clayton said, he would mention as well his sister, but considering most of people here were crooks, and despite getting along with McLeach, mentioning he cared about someone was something they could use against him. Though something McLeach said ringed on to him...a team.
"Though now that you mention it...There is a group of poachers I formerly hired, most of them are either dead or in jail...But pulling some moves I could find a way to bail them out..." "Well," McLeach continued, putting his shotgun down, "getting them out wouldn't be hard with all the teleportin' magic that got us here. And, admittedly, the only connections I have are black market. Wasn't keen on being in a group where I came from but, with how things are going now...well, we're already in a team, so why not go all out?" McLeach looked around real fast before taking a step back towards Clayton quietly. "Look," he whispered, gesturing with his hand a bit as he spoke "from the sounds of it, both of us are in waaay over our heads being surrounded by people with magic and all that. If things go south, we'll need a crew we can trust to help us get out of it." He then leaned back a bit. "Buuut..." he continued, less quietly, "assuming we get to live the lives we want, we could have ourselves a little huntin' party as we go to all of these new worlds that the other villains came from and beyond, hunting down the rarest and most dangerous creatures known to life! Imagine all the adventures we'll be going on anways...and think of the paydays we'd be gettin'." Now, admittedly, McLeach wasn't usually one to work with others. Joanna was the only comrade he ever had for most of his life. But, under the circumstances, he was serious about forming a team or partnership with Clayton. Having someone who completely understood him would be a big help in dealing with the strangeness that is magic. Clayton scratched his chin, listening to McLeach´s proposal, most of the people he had hired before where barely competent, McLeach on the other hand, while not being the most booksmart, seemed to had the skill and the spirit of hunting. "Are you suggesting having some sort of poaching group?" |
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Post by Negaduck on Nov 22, 2019 18:43:58 GMT
Not to bother McLeach & Clayton's current convention; Negaduck stepped out of the Storage for a minute, walking into the hallway where he sees 4 goons, obviously belongs from Maleficent, on guard duty. Well 2 fell asleep, while the other 2 are still aware, just bored. "Excellent! I'll put these buffoons to some actual work!" Negaduck walks right towards the goons, which all 4 goons gave him the salate and ready for any tasks those given by Maleficent's new allies. "Yes sir Mister *snort* Negaduck?" The short hog guardsman greeted Negaduck while the other 3 nods up & down. "You all see the Storage room with a empty doorway? i want you idiots go find me another sizeable door and install immediately." Negaduck gave all 4 goons order and they wander off finding another door for him. Deciding not to waste such a convenient opportunity, Ratigan decided to approach the mallard with the news regarding Varian: "Aww Negaduck, I've been meaning to catch up with you. I've talked to the young alchemist, and he seems very enthusiastic about our teleporter. I made sure to leave out your name of course. Though, he's currently occupied at the moment, he did seem interested in building it." “Excellent news, Professor! I knew you’ll pull through. Which is a good thing too he doesn’t want get on my real nasty side, unless he cares about anything happen to his pet raccoon over there.” Negaduck has Ratigan place on his shoulder as he put points over where Joanna is guarding over Ruddiger’s cage, unaware their animal conversation and some floating ‘eel’ is there too. “So anyway, what else you happen to eavesdropping upon for me to be aware of?” Negaduck asked Ratigan anything else he has heard or seen. |
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Post by Professor Ratigan on Nov 22, 2019 18:55:54 GMT
Deciding not to waste such a convenient opportunity, Ratigan decided to approach the mallard with the news regarding Varian: "Aww Negaduck, I've been meaning to catch up with you. I've talked to the young alchemist, and he seems very enthusiastic about our teleporter. I made sure to leave out your name of course. Though, he's currently occupied at the moment, he did seem interested in building it." “Excellent news, Professor! I knew you’ll pull through. Which is a good thing too he doesn’t want get on my real nasty side, unless he cares about anything happen to his pet raccoon over there.” Negaduck has Ratigan place on his shoulder as he put points over where Joanna is guarding over Ruddiger’s cage, unaware their animal conversation and some floating ‘eel’ is there too. “So anyway, what else you happen to eavesdropping upon for me to be aware of?” Negaduck asked Ratigan anything else he has heard or seen. "Oh, nothing of too big importance. I ran into a few familiar faces, some new ones and even met another one of the five. A witch doctor by the looks of things. The most relevant bit of info, is that the boy is currently occupied, with a number of other projects, which he'll focus on before working on the teleporter. If we help him with that, with some metal and the full schematics, we should be able to get it working, in no time at all." Ratigan, was of course keeping a lot of info from him, but for now it was for the best, he kept it too himself. "I was on my way to the storage, in hopes of find some help with moving the required items. I must say, it's a pleasant surprise to find you and Mr. Clayton here as well." |
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Post by Percival C. McLeach // Joanna on Nov 22, 2019 21:52:23 GMT
"Well," McLeach continued, putting his shotgun down, "getting them out wouldn't be hard with all the teleportin' magic that got us here. And, admittedly, the only connections I have are black market. Wasn't keen on being in a group where I came from but, with how things are going now...well, we're already in a team, so why not go all out?" McLeach looked around real fast before taking a step back towards Clayton quietly. "Look," he whispered, gesturing with his hand a bit as he spoke "from the sounds of it, both of us are in waaay over our heads being surrounded by people with magic and all that. If things go south, we'll need a crew we can trust to help us get out of it." He then leaned back a bit. "Buuut..." he continued, less quietly, "assuming we get to live the lives we want, we could have ourselves a little huntin' party as we go to all of these new worlds that the other villains came from and beyond, hunting down the rarest and most dangerous creatures known to life! Imagine all the adventures we'll be going on anways...and think of the paydays we'd be gettin'." Now, admittedly, McLeach wasn't usually one to work with others. Joanna was the only comrade he ever had for most of his life. But, under the circumstances, he was serious about forming a team or partnership with Clayton. Having someone who completely understood him would be a big help in dealing with the strangeness that is magic. Clayton scratched his chin, listening to McLeach´s proposal, most of the people he had hired before where barely competent, McLeach on the other hand, while not being the most booksmart, seemed to had the skill and the spirit of hunting. "Are you suggesting having some sort of poaching group?" "Well, we could call it something more catchy than that," McLeach chuckled, shrugging. "Maybe the Hunter's Guild? Adventurer's Club?" McLeach wandered around for a moment. "At the very least, it can be a small group of...regular people we can have around." |
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Nov 22, 2019 21:55:14 GMT
Clayton scratched his chin, listening to McLeach´s proposal, most of the people he had hired before where barely competent, McLeach on the other hand, while not being the most booksmart, seemed to had the skill and the spirit of hunting. "Are you suggesting having some sort of poaching group?" "Well, we could call it something more catchy than that," McLeach chuckled, shrugging. "Maybe the Hunter's Guild? Adventurer's Club?" McLeach wandered around for a moment. "At the very least, it can be a small group of...regular people we can have around." "Im in" Clayton grinned while extending his hand |
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Post by Mozenrath on Nov 23, 2019 0:24:37 GMT
"There is a brother of mine in America who said he wanted to start a 'new life' as he put it, while we are not in speaking terms, he knows he owes me a favor..." Clayton said, he would mention as well his sister, but considering most of people here were crooks, and despite getting along with McLeach, mentioning he cared about someone was something they could use against him. Though something McLeach said ringed on to him...a team.
"Though now that you mention it...There is a group of poachers I formerly hired, most of them are either dead or in jail...But pulling some moves I could find a way to bail them out..." "Well," McLeach continued, putting his shotgun down, "getting them out wouldn't be hard with all the teleportin' magic that got us here. And, admittedly, the only connections I have are black market. Wasn't keen on being in a group where I came from but, with how things are going now...well, we're already in a team, so why not go all out?" McLeach looked around real fast before taking a step back towards Clayton quietly. "Look," he whispered, gesturing with his hand a bit as he spoke "from the sounds of it, both of us are in waaay over our heads being surrounded by people with magic and all that. If things go south, we'll need a crew we can trust to help us get out of it." He then leaned back a bit. "Buuut..." he continued, less quietly, "assuming we get to live the lives we want, we could have ourselves a little huntin' party as we go to all of these new worlds that the other villains came from and beyond, hunting down the rarest and most dangerous creatures known to life! Imagine all the adventures we'll be going on anways...and think of the paydays we'd be gettin'." Now, admittedly, McLeach wasn't usually one to work with others. Joanna was the only comrade he ever had for most of his life. But, under the circumstances, he was serious about forming a team or partnership with Clayton. Having someone who completely understood him would be a big help in dealing with the strangeness that is magic. Xerxes nodded excitedly. 'Xerxes very good at not getting caught! Xerxes very sneaky!" No, wait a minute. He then shook his head; "No, actually Mozenrath very sneaky. Makes Xerxes be quiet. Xerxes get caught if on own. But...you sneaky? Maybe Xerxes be quiet and you tell what to do!" "Well," Joanna muttered, "I'm usually the one to help get creatures into cages, but..." Joanna looked back again towards McLeach. Whatever was going on, he was fully invested in the conversation he was having with whoever was over there. It had been a while since she had messed around with him...and she figured that this would be the least of his worried in the long run. She turned back to the two, finally getting on her feet. "Just be prepared to scurry out of here when we have a chance," she whispered. With her hook-like claws, she gently began playing with the nails being used to keep the cage's door closed. Making traps was a specialty of McLeach and she learned what she could about them, so getting them to fall apart shouldn't be as hard, right? As she fidgeted with the nail, she turned to Xerxes fast for a second. "Can you quickly find any exit we could all go through that isn't the front door?" she silently requested. "Once I have this door open, we'll need an escape route that isn't blocked by others." "Okie-dokie!" Xerxes flitted off, examining the room. There was the vent he'd used to enter - but no, that wouldn't work. The others couldn't fly. Ah, here! Another vent! ...Covered by another grate. That would have to go. But how? Xerxes didn't have claws trained in precision like Joanna did. What he did have was a lot of gunpowder in his vicinity. Xerxes, it should be reiterated, was not a bright eel. He grabbed the edge of a crate, trying to pull it over to get the stuff to spill on the floor. If he could surround the grate, then ignite the powder, then the way would be wide open! |
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Post by Percival C. McLeach // Joanna on Nov 24, 2019 15:10:37 GMT
"Well, we could call it something more catchy than that," McLeach chuckled, shrugging. "Maybe the Hunter's Guild? Adventurer's Club?" McLeach wandered around for a moment. "At the very least, it can be a small group of...regular people we can have around." "Im in" Clayton grinned while extending his hand “Excellent,” McLeach remarked, shaking Clayton’s hand for a moment. “Now...you wouldn’t happen to know where we could keep these creatures once we catch them, would you?” "Okie-dokie!" Xerxes flitted off, examining the room. There was the vent he'd used to enter - but no, that wouldn't work. The others couldn't fly. Ah, here! Another vent! ...Covered by another grate. That would have to go. But how? Xerxes didn't have claws trained in precision like Joanna did. What he did have was a lot of gunpowder in his vicinity. Xerxes, it should be reiterated, was not a bright eel. He grabbed the edge of a crate, trying to pull it over to get the stuff to spill on the floor. If he could surround the grate, then ignite the powder, then the way would be wide open! Joanna kept silently opening Ruddiger’s cage, carefully lifting the last nail keeping the door closed as she whispered to herself. “Just...one more...got it!” Surprisingly gently, she lowered the last nail and grabbed the door side of the cage. “Here you go, ankle-biter,” she mentioned, moving the cage door and with her claws and laying it on the ground. “Now let’s follow the Xerox guy. Come on!” And, in case Ruddiger didn’t understand, she nodded her head towards the direction she began scurrying to as if hinting to follow her. |
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Nov 24, 2019 16:12:33 GMT
"Im in" Clayton grinned while extending his hand “Excellent,” McLeach remarked, shaking Clayton’s hand for a moment. “Now...you wouldn’t happen to know where we could keep these creatures once we catch them, would you?” "Well, turns out that just before arriving here, I had found a place filled with cages" Clayton then remembered the reason why he went to the Storage in first place "Out of curiosity, do you think there might be a map somewhere around here?" |
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Post by Varian on Nov 24, 2019 19:59:52 GMT
"Im in" Clayton grinned while extending his hand “Excellent,” McLeach remarked, shaking Clayton’s hand for a moment. “Now...you wouldn’t happen to know where we could keep these creatures once we catch them, would you?” "Okie-dokie!" Xerxes flitted off, examining the room. There was the vent he'd used to enter - but no, that wouldn't work. The others couldn't fly. Ah, here! Another vent! ...Covered by another grate. That would have to go. But how? Xerxes didn't have claws trained in precision like Joanna did. What he did have was a lot of gunpowder in his vicinity. Xerxes, it should be reiterated, was not a bright eel. He grabbed the edge of a crate, trying to pull it over to get the stuff to spill on the floor. If he could surround the grate, then ignite the powder, then the way would be wide open! Joanna kept silently opening Ruddiger’s cage, carefully lifting the last nail keeping the door closed as she whispered to herself. “Just...one more...got it!” Surprisingly gently, she lowered the last nail and grabbed the door side of the cage. “Here you go, ankle-biter,” she mentioned, moving the cage door and with her claws and laying it on the ground. “Now let’s follow the Xerox guy. Come on!” And, in case Ruddiger didn’t understand, she nodded her head towards the direction she began scurrying to as if hinting to follow her. Ruddiger was completely stunned by how the lizard actually helped free him. It made him so happy to be free that he was almost tempted to hug it, but the angry look and sharp teeth made him think twice on that. Still, he did say thank you in racoon speak, though he wasn't sure if the eel or lizard understood him. Being friends with Varian did allow Ruddiger to learn a lot about chemicals and explosives. And he did have an idea that could help them escape, but he didn't really like his own idea. Varian told him about how Negaduck did have one of Varian's explosive viles while he was working on rebuilding the automaton. But that meant getting close to Negaduck, and that would be risky. Though even harder might be telling his two unlikely companions about his plans when they can't understand him. |
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Post by Mozenrath on Nov 24, 2019 20:02:14 GMT
Xerxes, in the meantime, had found a hand-torch of a lighter, a long affair meant to start bonfires. It took him some trial and error to figure out exactly what it was supposed to be, but once he realized, it was perfect!
He grasped its handle in his mouth, floating down over his gunpowder sea.
With a shift of his jaw, he clicked the flame on.
And then drew closer to the powder, the flame just millimeters away from igniting it...
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Post by Negaduck on Nov 24, 2019 20:50:40 GMT
Negaduck took in mental note about Varian currently on multiple projects thanks to Ratigan’s intellect. Although given the current circumstances between Negaduck & Varian was rather conflicted ATM and to Varian’s POV, he’s a egomaniac duck with a bloodlust swinging chainsaw. Well in this matter in case Varian refuses cooperate with Negaduck after finding out the mastermind for the teleporter project, he has upper hand when imprisonment his pet raccoon, what could possibly go wrong?
Negaduck alongside with Ratigan returned into the Storage and seeing a handshake made between Clayton & McLeach. Since he and the hunters are already on good terms currently, maybe it’s time he recruit both Clayton and McLeach assistance on his Teleporter plans,
“It seems you two are getting along smoothly, I got proposal for you two...”
Negaduck paused when he smelled something smoking. Something like gunpowder?! He turned around where the animals were spilling gunpowder nearby the cage and enlighten the powder.
“Everybody run!!” Negaduck rushed out of the Storage while alarming the hunters and Ratigan the upcoming explosion.
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Post by Professor Ratigan on Nov 24, 2019 22:00:23 GMT
Ratigan entered the storage, in a rather cheerful mood. He had done most of his work, and now, he just had to convince Clayton to help carry the required materials to Varian. However, things soon changed, once he caught a familiar smell in the air: "*Sniff* …is something burning?"
With his heightened sense of smell, he was soon able to locate the source of the smell…and nearly jumped out of his skin, at the sight of the gunpowder being ignited. With a panicked scream, Ratigan bolted out of the storage and hid in safety, from the incoming explosion. Why was this happening to him?! He had just come back to life, and he had all ready been nearly blown up twice!!!
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Post by Varian on Nov 24, 2019 22:51:43 GMT
Once Ruddiger noticed what Xerxes was doing, Ruddiger began to hide behind a sturdy looking crate how it would protect him from the blast. He called the lizard over towards his location to try and get it to safety. Ruddiger still didn't fully trust it, but Ruddiger did owe him after he helped him escape and did his best to get him to safety.
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Nov 25, 2019 0:14:49 GMT
"What is it?" Said the poacher to Negaduck, until he started smelling something...burning? He could notice Negaduck doing so as well. He inmediatly stopped his train of though when Negaduck screamed to run and rushed outside as well.
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Post by Percival C. McLeach // Joanna on Nov 25, 2019 2:40:40 GMT
Before the chaos, Joanna had just turned to see what Xerxes was doing. She didn’t see it immediately...but she was quick to realize it.
”Xerxes,” she began, looking at what he was doing, “did you find a...Xerxes? XERXES WHAT ARE YOU-“
”Everyone run!!”
Right as McLeach was about to make fun of Clayton for looking for a map in Storage and not in a Library of sorts, he heard Negaduck’s call. Looking around for a second, he quickly grabbed his shotgun, placed it in the box of ammunition, and took it with him as he ran.
”Joanna!” He shouted as he followed Clayton towards the entrance, “Joanna, scram!”
But, to the surprise of everyone who could see her...she ran towards it. And only Xerxes could hear her scream.
”XERXES GET THAT FIRE AWAY FROM THAT BEFORE YOU BLOW US UP!!!!”
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