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Post by Linden on Mar 13, 2021 21:12:58 GMT -8
There were a handful of reputable junk yards around Vegas, places you could go and dig around for car part you needed. Organized yards and lots, ready to be picked over by swarms of people with crowbars and other tools, trying to save whatever money they could. Linden respected that, if they knew more than two things about cars they might do it themself, but it wasn't what they were looking for. There was a fad they had begun to see pop up, those 'rage rooms' where people set out things for you to break, to throw at the wall or hit with a bat or whatever did it for you. If they still worked a job they hated, the Ogre could totally imagine wanting to trash a room of breakable things. But the thing was, they didn't want to pay someone else to pick up trash for them to break: that was free, and they could do it themself. The venue was a little trickier, not quite something they could host in their apartment's basement laundry room. With a bit of asking around, though, a friend of a friend tipped them off to a warehouse that didn't see much use. The main traffic it did get was the occasional squatter, and maybe some kids who broke in for kicks. It was perfect. It took a little while, but they began gathering things off the side of the road. Work friends got several calls to help them pick up weird junk left outside someone's house, and for a little while the majority of the empties from Salt Bar were going home with them in huge bags to be ferried out later. At last their palace was constructed: old lamps, bottles of all shape and size, chipped and cracked dishes, a standup piano someone had previously set on fire, and a multitude of other odds and ends. Some of it even predated the Ogre's efforts, but they tried to make sure they weren't actually destroying anyone's valued possessions. A text went out to Alecto and Wayland, short and sweet: hey! if you're up to break some shit come hit me up at the old cannery warehouseA more exact address followed, capped off with, BYOB (bring your own Bat, i have the beer) |
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Post by Wayland on Mar 13, 2021 23:42:38 GMT -8
omw was the reply from Wayland. She parks her old pickup truck on the street, a vehicle with a lot less style than her bike, but plenty of character. And more importantly, storage space. After retrieving her chosen implements of destruction from the truck’s bed, she makes her way into the warehouse, big black boots clapping against the concrete flooring. In one hand she grips a classic baseball bat of aged, polished timber. In the other is a full-length sledgehammer, leaned over her shoulder for easy carrying.
Oh yeah. Stuff’s getting real broken today.
She’s wearing a black band-T, the sleeves rolled up to her shoulders, and ripped jeans. Three sets of safety glasses are folded into the neckline of her shirt. (Nobody’s badass enough to not have their day ruined by getting glass in their eye.) For a moment she pauses inside the doors, walking slowly and letting her eyes adjust, and listening for anyone or anything else that might be moving nearby.
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Post by Alecto on Mar 14, 2021 21:10:05 GMT -8
Alecto didn't own a bat, so she just brought her hands and some boxer tape. She had spun her hair into a fishtail braid with an elastic hairband keeping stray curls from her face, along with bike shorts and a ratty tank top where the logo had faded to oblivion. The runners were just starting to wear along the toe area.
Whistling Twisted Nerve and trying not to snort at her own joke, she sashayed into the yard, posing with the trash as she ticked back her loud cat's eye sunglasses. A bottle of honey Jack Daniels was ticked back, retrieved from the bag of her purse.
"Wassup?"
She kicked off the runners, revealing blackened scaled feet with what appeared to be an attempt to trim back wicked talons. She had wrapped the toes in tape to fit in the shoe, but it was already starting to wear with a slight yellowing of blister serum.
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Post by Linden on Mar 15, 2021 20:43:36 GMT -8
Sitting on an overturned milk crate, knees almost on a level with their shoulders, Linden was already opening their first beer of the day. They flicked the cap at Wayland with a grin, the bit of metal clattering harmlessly somewhere to the side and held up the bottle. "Hey! Glad you could make it. Beer?" The bottle wiggled back and forth in their fingers, enticing. "Alecto should be here soon too, I th- speak of the devil!" Taking a moment to stand, the Ogre didn't bother brushing the debris off their pants.
"Wayland, Alecto- Alecto, Wayland. If you've met before, sorry. But! I've been feeling a bit of a need to let off some steam and I thought, I know some folks who'd probably like to break a bottle or something. So.." Their thumb jerked to the side, roughly encompassing the ragged odds and ends accumulated nearby. In their limited experience with both of their fellow Summers, they'd seemed like folks who needed a bit of catharsis; and Linden was self-aware enough to know they weren't going to be able to provide it with words.
"We've got beer and water, and as much time as it'll take for someone to call the cops about the noise. Which I am almost sure won't happen." Probably.
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Post by Wayland on Mar 16, 2021 10:07:17 GMT -8
As Linden makes the introductions, Wayland tilts her chin up, a nod of greeting directed at Alecto, along with a mellow "Hey," and an upward curl to her lips. This is exactly the sort of thing she's been hoping for, it's like Linden read her mind. She turns back to the Metalflesh, crossing the room towards them and hefting the sledgehammer off her shoulder, setting both it and the baseball bat on top of the crate next to Linden where they sit with a soft clatter of wood and metal.
"You thought absolutely right," she says to Linden reaching out to accept the offered bottle with a tarnished, silver hand. She puts it to her lips and takes a nice long pull, throat working as she swallows, then lowers it with a gusty sigh of satisfaction. Her smile broadens into a grin, and she reaches out with her other hand in a fist to tap her knuckles against Linden’s. “Thanks for the invite.”
She places one hand on top of Linden’s crate, leaning on it and leaning her hip against it, half-turning so she can face both the Ogre and the Beast, not wanting to ignore the latter.
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Post by Alecto on Mar 17, 2021 12:23:22 GMT -8
Alecto put down the hard liquor, leaving it for the others to indulge if they wanted the extra kick. The beer bottle is tabbed by her own claw, attention flicking between the two Ogres. She wasn't small by any means, but there was an air about the Seeming that made them always seem larger than life. Between hammered metal and Celtic wave patterns, both wore their scares with a fairytale twist. The Beast scratched at one of the many mundane, ugly dips on her flesh, feeling a little jealous.
"I'm easy to summon," she chuckled alongside Linden's enthusiasm.
It was a lie, but the reputation of being the lone wolf was something she needed to shed.
"Wayland..." the bottle was tipped instead when the moment for a handshake floated by; she didn't like touching Lost unless they offered first. Too many landmines.
"You're a bit of an engineer, right? Not just blacksmithing, but the occult kind?" Hopefully that was a good conversation point to start with. She wiggled the bottle spout between her fingers, taking in Linden's set up.
"Got to admit that I've never done this before. Just breaking shit."
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Post by Linden on Mar 19, 2021 9:17:58 GMT -8
Accepting Wayland's knuckle tap with a grin, Linden opened another bottle for themself. The mention of the smith's work brought a glimmer to Linden's eye, swallowing a mouthful of beer before swooping in. "You ever seen Riley's sparkly gauntlet-glove? Wayland made that. And a whole lot more besides, but I think that's the piece that's out and about most, currently?" They looked questioningly to their fellow Ogre, pleased that Alecto had heard of her.
Easing to their feet, Linden made a gesture that was a mixture of a shrug and a nod. "I mostly break shit on accident, which isn't great. Hoping doing it on purpose feels as good as movies make it look." They leaned down to grab a nearby empty and hucked it curiously at the far wall; the throw was misjudged, pinging off of a crate a couple feet short and rolling sadly away.
"...hm. Guess my arm isn't as good as I thought," they said with a sheepish laugh, taking another drink as the tips of their ears pinked.
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Post by Wayland on Mar 19, 2021 15:31:38 GMT -8
The maker nods when Alecto inquires about her craft, and nods again when Linden mentions Riley's glove. Like Linden, she's pleased that word's starting to get around. Work for the mundies is fine. Work for the Freehold? That gives her a sense of purpose that she needs. "I've been studying what I can do with materials from the Hedge. What the Hedge does to stuff when you make it in there. Riley's gauntlet is a good example of when things go right. After a little trial-and-error, anyway."
She watches with a content, amused smile as Linden gets ready to begin the demolition. But it turns into a wry smirk when their bottle goes astray. She tips her bottle at Linden, much as Alecto had tipped one at her, "How many of these have you had already?" Wayland asks with a mild, teasing tone. She takes another pull from her bottle, then sets it down to put her money where her mouth is, grabbing one of the empties.She steps up past Linden, widens her stance, and puts her whole body into it as she heaves the bottle downrange to shatter brilliantly against the far wall of the cannery warehouse.
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Post by Alecto on Mar 21, 2021 10:43:22 GMT -8
After Wayland's display of power, Alecto followed suit, awkwardly hucking the bottle by pretending it was like axe throwing on TV.
In true stereotypical fashion of someone who had never been raised around sports, the Beast threw from her elbow as the bottle arched and fell short of the wall to crack short on the floor.
"And yet I wasn't picked last for the baseball team," she laughed, colouring a bit.
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Post by Linden on Mar 23, 2021 21:19:15 GMT -8
Linden whooped as Wayland's bottle exploded against the wall, and snagged one of the pairs of safety glasses from the other Ogre as she stepped back. They took a moment to settle the glasses on their face, grinning as Alecto suffered a similar fate to theirs. "Well at least it wasn't just me." Taking a sip of their beer, they picked through some of the other bits to choose their next victim, nudging an old lamp with their foot. "Okay hold on."
Grabbing a paper bag of the empties from Salt Bar, set them down between the three of them. "A challenge! Everybody has five bottles to throw, and they have to be empty," they said, looking accusingly at Wayland as if the other Ogre was just waiting to sneak in a weighted bottle. "Whoever breaks best out of five... gets first go at that." They gestured toward the partially burned piano with a flourish.
"I'll accept a handicap, if you think you need it." They winked at Alecto, for whom the ribbing was mostly meant.
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Post by Wayland on Mar 24, 2021 15:38:38 GMT -8
Linden's reach makes Wayland remember the safety glasses still tucked into the neck of her shirt. She retrieves them, passing one towards Alecto, and slipping the last pair on herself. The other Ogre's rather pointed clarification of the rules makes her raise her hands up and shake her head, as if both shocked at the accusation and willing to comply with the rules, but there's a smirk on her face as she takes a pull from her beer and listens as they explain the rest. "I'm game," she tells them confidently, lacing her fingers in front of herself and making a gesture as if to pop them. Though this generates soft metalic sounds instead of the expected hollow rattle, something like the tines of a fork being snapped off.
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Post by Alecto on Mar 25, 2021 21:32:45 GMT -8
"How about we wrestle for the piano," the Beast said, cocking an eyebrow. Watching the safety glasses go on, she chooses to don her sunglasses.
She doesn't seem to be taking the activity too seriously after comparing her throwing arm to the others. Rather, her movements were exaggerated and theatrical, snickering as she sometimes swung hard enough to twirl her body. Three of the five bottles exploded, the last bouncing unceremoniously as the thick end of the bottom impacts the gathered dirt of the pavement with an average toss. Alecto shrugged, grinning through the red blossoming on her face.
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Post by Linden on Mar 25, 2021 21:48:34 GMT -8
"I'm into that," the Ogre agreed with a hint of amusement as Alecto suggestion wrestling. "Maybe we can make it a best two out of three, Wayland, you should set the third challenge." Taking aim as best they could, Linden sent four out of their five bottles off in a shower of broken glass, one in particular exploding with a deeply satisfying sound and spray of shrapnel that was almost beautiful.
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Post by Wayland on Mar 26, 2021 12:53:43 GMT -8
"Chin ups," Wayland replies to Linden quickly, a pleased smile dimpling her lips at the thought. "Whoever can do the most. I'm sure there's something around here we can use for that." At extremis, she can smooth things over with Glamour to give them an appropriate, stable bar that's not going to collapse under anyone's weight or give them tetanus. She watches the other two huck their bottles, hucking her own in between. Linden definitely has the best single break, a shattering that has Wayland whooping and holding up a hand for a high-five from the Metalflesh. But maybe there's some truth to the prior accusation of the Maker's weighted bottles, because every time Wayland throws one, it shatters. Every. Single. Time.
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Post by Alecto on Mar 26, 2021 16:51:01 GMT -8
Alecto whoops a loud cheer, taking a pull from the bottle of Jack as her attention flicks everywhere else but the Ogres. She still smiled; they were very impressive, talented, strong...
She ran through why she was here and what she was motivated by, and where her anger came from. What her triggers where, what she had done to people.
The act of throwing bottles wasn't doing anything for her, and she was feeling sillier by the moment. Adjusting the sun glasses, the Beast flashed an easy grin, "I'm happy to watch the chin up challenge. I'll keep score."
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