Rifts - DMH - Journey to Rifle Ridge
Re: Rifts - DMH - Journey to Rifle Ridge
Brad raises a hand to shade his eyes and squints as he tries to get a better look at the person. He really needs to pick up a set of binoculars.
Glancing over to where Larry and his men are eating, he tries to determine if anyone else has noted the approaching figure. If they don't seem to be reacting, he'll jog over and inform Larry before returning to join his friends for their meal.
He should have time before the stranger arrives ... right?
Glancing over to where Larry and his men are eating, he tries to determine if anyone else has noted the approaching figure. If they don't seem to be reacting, he'll jog over and inform Larry before returning to join his friends for their meal.
He should have time before the stranger arrives ... right?
The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live. - George Carlin
Re: Rifts - DMH - Journey to Rifle Ridge
Lysanthra has been sitting on a large flat rock near the group but she's tuned out the conversation. Instead she's looking towards some nearby trees but she's not focused on them. Her mind has begun to wander to a past memory. Liz recalls her parents and a particular outing they all went on one day. She remembers them fondly and smiles to herself. She misses them a lot but she's glad for knowledge they instilled in her.
Re: Rifts - DMH - Journey to Rifle Ridge
Brad raises a hand to shade his eyes and squints as he tries to get a better look at the person. He really needs to pick up a set of binoculars. Glancing over to where Larry and his men are eating, he tries to determine if anyone else has noted the approaching figure. Yet, they don't seem to notice. He jogs over and inform Larry before returning to join his friends for their meal.
Larry frowns, grabs his binoculars, walks to a high vantage point and peers through his binoculars towards the lone figure, "Whoever they are, they're hurt. Can't tell if it's a man or woman though."
Lysanthra has been sitting on a large flat rock near the group but she's tuned out the conversation. Instead she's looking towards some nearby trees but she's not focused on them. Her mind has begun to wander to a past memory. Liz recalls her parents and a particular outing they all went on one day. She remembers them fondly and smiles to herself. She misses them a lot but she's glad for knowledge they instilled in her.
Johnny catches the conversation between Larry and Brad as he continues to help Frank. He nods to Liz, "Brad will probably need your help on this one. Wounded stranger approaching..."
Larry frowns, grabs his binoculars, walks to a high vantage point and peers through his binoculars towards the lone figure, "Whoever they are, they're hurt. Can't tell if it's a man or woman though."
Lysanthra has been sitting on a large flat rock near the group but she's tuned out the conversation. Instead she's looking towards some nearby trees but she's not focused on them. Her mind has begun to wander to a past memory. Liz recalls her parents and a particular outing they all went on one day. She remembers them fondly and smiles to herself. She misses them a lot but she's glad for knowledge they instilled in her.
Johnny catches the conversation between Larry and Brad as he continues to help Frank. He nods to Liz, "Brad will probably need your help on this one. Wounded stranger approaching..."
"I plan to live forever. Or die trying..." Vila - Blakes 7
Re: Rifts - DMH - Journey to Rifle Ridge
Liz shakes her head to clear her thoughts and nods back to Johnny. She jumps up and does a mental checklist of supplies she has on hand that could potentially be useful. Depending on the stranger's injuries, there are a few things she can gather quickly from her stash. Lysanthra goes to grab them first, knowing that they can reassess what's needed when they can examine the person. Then she heads over to Brad.
Re: Rifts - DMH - Journey to Rifle Ridge
Hearing that the person seems injured, Brad retrieves his medical bag, then returns to Larry's side.
"Should we go out to meet them, or wait for them to come to us, Larry?", he asks. In or at least near home he'd have gone to meet them, but Larry has a lot more experience in the wilderness.
He nods to Liz as she joins them.
"Should we go out to meet them, or wait for them to come to us, Larry?", he asks. In or at least near home he'd have gone to meet them, but Larry has a lot more experience in the wilderness.
He nods to Liz as she joins them.
The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live. - George Carlin
Re: Rifts - DMH - Journey to Rifle Ridge
Brad retrieves his medical bag, then returns to Larry's side, "Should we go out to meet them, or wait for them to come to us, Larry?", he asks. In or at least near home he'd have gone to meet them, but Larry has a lot more experience in the wilderness.
Liz shakes her head to clear her thoughts and nods back to Johnny. She jumps up and does a mental checklist of supplies she has on hand that could potentially be useful. Depending on the stranger's injuries, there are a few things she can gather quickly from her stash. Lysanthra goes to grab them first, knowing that they can reassess what's needed when they can examine the person. Then she heads over to Brad. He nods to her as she joins them.
"I wouldn't risk it. It could be a trick by bandits or a dee-bee," Larry sighs, following with, "The safest bet is to wait for the poor fool to collapse or gather everything and everyone up and head over there." He glances at the cooking crew, "Not going to interrupt an amazing meal if it's just a mild injury. You agree?"
Liz shakes her head to clear her thoughts and nods back to Johnny. She jumps up and does a mental checklist of supplies she has on hand that could potentially be useful. Depending on the stranger's injuries, there are a few things she can gather quickly from her stash. Lysanthra goes to grab them first, knowing that they can reassess what's needed when they can examine the person. Then she heads over to Brad. He nods to her as she joins them.
"I wouldn't risk it. It could be a trick by bandits or a dee-bee," Larry sighs, following with, "The safest bet is to wait for the poor fool to collapse or gather everything and everyone up and head over there." He glances at the cooking crew, "Not going to interrupt an amazing meal if it's just a mild injury. You agree?"
"I plan to live forever. Or die trying..." Vila - Blakes 7
Re: Rifts - DMH - Journey to Rifle Ridge
"Well, they're still walking so they can't be hurt too bad I guess," comments Brad. "You know best in this sorta situation, Larry."
With that Brad will comment, "C'mon Liz," and head back to the others with his medkit and finish eating. Larry isn't wrong about the meal being amazing.
With that Brad will comment, "C'mon Liz," and head back to the others with his medkit and finish eating. Larry isn't wrong about the meal being amazing.
The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live. - George Carlin
Re: Rifts - DMH - Journey to Rifle Ridge
"Well, they're still walking so they can't be hurt too bad I guess," comments Brad. "You know best in this sorta situation, Larry."
With that Brad states, "C'mon Liz," and head back to the others with his medkit and finish eating. Larry isn't wrong about the meal being amazing.
As everyone dishes up, the stranger makes it to within a mile, throwing his hands up as he approaches the camp. He shouts out as he approaches, "Do you guys speak American?"
Larry glances over, unbuckling his holster, "We aren't too trusting of strangers. Were you in that fight over the mountain range?"
"Yup," the stranger, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants and seemingly brand new running shoes, "Barely got out alive. Do you have spare food?"
Larry glances at Brad and Frank, "Up to you guys," he states in a low voice.
With that Brad states, "C'mon Liz," and head back to the others with his medkit and finish eating. Larry isn't wrong about the meal being amazing.
As everyone dishes up, the stranger makes it to within a mile, throwing his hands up as he approaches the camp. He shouts out as he approaches, "Do you guys speak American?"
Larry glances over, unbuckling his holster, "We aren't too trusting of strangers. Were you in that fight over the mountain range?"
"Yup," the stranger, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants and seemingly brand new running shoes, "Barely got out alive. Do you have spare food?"
Larry glances at Brad and Frank, "Up to you guys," he states in a low voice.
"I plan to live forever. Or die trying..." Vila - Blakes 7
Re: Rifts - DMH - Journey to Rifle Ridge
Lysanthra is enjoying the meal and now watching the stranger with curious caution. She doesn't chime in, letting the guys decide how to handle it. Looking him over, she's not sure what to think yet. His clothes seem like an odd choice out here but that doesn't mean anything. Liz continues to eat silently and studies the stranger until she can get a better sense of his intentions.
Re: Rifts - DMH - Journey to Rifle Ridge
Lysanthra is enjoying her meal and now watching the approaching stranger with curious caution. She doesn't chime in, letting the guys decide how to handle it. Looking him over, she's not sure what to think yet. His clothes seem like an odd choice out here but that doesn't mean anything. Liz continues to eat silently and studies the stranger until she can get a better sense of his intentions.
The stranger looks barely mid‑teens, if someone's guess is generous. He drags brand‑new shoes through the half‑frozen muck. Brad and Liz both clock the same detail: spotless clothes, scuffed shoes. He nods toward the fire like it’s the best thing he’s seen all week. “Oh good!” he blurts, hurrying straight into the warmth. Larry’s crew watches him like he might explode. Johnny dishes up a plate of Frank’s latest masterpiece and hands it over. The kid doesn’t bother with the fork. He just digs in with his hands, gray‑blue eyes brightening at the first bite, “This is amazing! What is it?”
“Au gratin,” Larry says, flat as a board, scanning the boy for any twitch that might mean danger.
“You never use a fork before?” Sam asks.
“I haven’t eaten in a while. Hands are faster.”
Larry shifts back a few inches, voice low. “How long?”
The kid pauses, looks up. “Sorry. I dunno… maybe a week. My name’s Sin.”
Maya squints. “Who names their kid Sin?”
“It’s short for Synzaxragux,” he says, the name rolling out like something not meant for human throats. “Never met my parents, though.” He keeps eating between words, then pushes his too‑long auburn hair back. “I wanted to change it, but if I ever wanna find them, I guess I should use my real name.”
“How old are you, kid?” Steve asks, finally sitting down with his plate, which is au gratin drowned in potato chips and Frank’s homemade ketchup.
Maya recoils. “Steve, that looks horrifying. Like... something murdered!”
“Hey! Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it!”
“Hey!” Larry snaps, irritation rising. “Let the kid answer.”
Sin senses the tension tightening around him. “I think I’m somewhere between ten and twelve. I’m not sure.” He gestures vaguely toward the direction the group is already traveling. “I’m from out east. I used to go by Solomon because of other jerk kids making fun of my name.”
“No shit?” Steve grins. “I can’t imagine.”
Sam and Frank settle onto their packs, smoke assaulting their faces. Sam nods at Sin, voice gentler but still edged. “Sorry for the suspicions. We’re cautious of people walking out of the wilds, on foot, weeks from civilization, as a kid, and not afraid of strangers," he takes a bite, nods at Frank in approval, then continues, “Wanna tell us what you were doing up north against a dragon or power armor? We all saw the fight. You’re too young to fly power armor… or a dragon… or be an innocent bystander who got lucky.”
“I got lucky,” Sin replies, “I ran away.”
Steve leans back, eyes flicking toward Brad and Liz. “Well? What do you two avenging wallflowers think?”
The stranger looks barely mid‑teens, if someone's guess is generous. He drags brand‑new shoes through the half‑frozen muck. Brad and Liz both clock the same detail: spotless clothes, scuffed shoes. He nods toward the fire like it’s the best thing he’s seen all week. “Oh good!” he blurts, hurrying straight into the warmth. Larry’s crew watches him like he might explode. Johnny dishes up a plate of Frank’s latest masterpiece and hands it over. The kid doesn’t bother with the fork. He just digs in with his hands, gray‑blue eyes brightening at the first bite, “This is amazing! What is it?”
“Au gratin,” Larry says, flat as a board, scanning the boy for any twitch that might mean danger.
“You never use a fork before?” Sam asks.
“I haven’t eaten in a while. Hands are faster.”
Larry shifts back a few inches, voice low. “How long?”
The kid pauses, looks up. “Sorry. I dunno… maybe a week. My name’s Sin.”
Maya squints. “Who names their kid Sin?”
“It’s short for Synzaxragux,” he says, the name rolling out like something not meant for human throats. “Never met my parents, though.” He keeps eating between words, then pushes his too‑long auburn hair back. “I wanted to change it, but if I ever wanna find them, I guess I should use my real name.”
“How old are you, kid?” Steve asks, finally sitting down with his plate, which is au gratin drowned in potato chips and Frank’s homemade ketchup.
Maya recoils. “Steve, that looks horrifying. Like... something murdered!”
“Hey! Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it!”
“Hey!” Larry snaps, irritation rising. “Let the kid answer.”
Sin senses the tension tightening around him. “I think I’m somewhere between ten and twelve. I’m not sure.” He gestures vaguely toward the direction the group is already traveling. “I’m from out east. I used to go by Solomon because of other jerk kids making fun of my name.”
“No shit?” Steve grins. “I can’t imagine.”
Sam and Frank settle onto their packs, smoke assaulting their faces. Sam nods at Sin, voice gentler but still edged. “Sorry for the suspicions. We’re cautious of people walking out of the wilds, on foot, weeks from civilization, as a kid, and not afraid of strangers," he takes a bite, nods at Frank in approval, then continues, “Wanna tell us what you were doing up north against a dragon or power armor? We all saw the fight. You’re too young to fly power armor… or a dragon… or be an innocent bystander who got lucky.”
“I got lucky,” Sin replies, “I ran away.”
Steve leans back, eyes flicking toward Brad and Liz. “Well? What do you two avenging wallflowers think?”
"I plan to live forever. Or die trying..." Vila - Blakes 7