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Post by Needlenose on Aug 21, 2007 8:38:08 GMT -5
Zigzag rolls his eyes. "So you ask me what I think it'd look like, then tell me why that's not it! Why'd you bother asking to begin with? But chain link... that's something I can help with. What're you thinking 'bout, though? I mean, what's got you so uptight?"
As he speaks, he heads towards the exit and opens the door to the light.
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Post by Spinister on Aug 22, 2007 15:40:17 GMT -5
Hairsplitter heads out the door and ignores Zigzag's ranting. Hairsplitter will do all the semantics play here! He replies, "Look, the place with the mine plans will be important, right? So it will be protected. That is why I said a place with a chain link fence. Know what I mean?"
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 22, 2007 19:09:25 GMT -5
Zigzag isn't playing with semantics! They're mean, and keep kicking him in the metaphorical shins! He is honestly frustrated!
He shrugs at Hairsplitter's explanation. "Makes sense," he allows grudgingly, then looks up and down the street, for as far as he can see, at least. "Don't see anything out here, though."
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Post by Spinister on Aug 23, 2007 16:27:31 GMT -5
Hairsplitter continues to muse, "Or maybe a fancy building, like a town hall, where records might be kept!"
He continues walking, and he wonders what side of the rode they drove on or even if there was any pattern to it. Order and structure used to be here, but the minds who made it seem gone.
What happens if they return?
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 24, 2007 7:05:51 GMT -5
Zigzag's concerns aren't nearly so complex. He shrugs at Hairsplitter's next suggestion and just answers, "Sure." Chain link, fancy building, chain link, fancy building...
Hmmm. He wonders briefly what these people used to eat?
While he's looking, he's not paying attention to his footing. Slamming his foot into a small ledge at the edge of the road is all it takes to throw him off balance. His arms wheel about for a moment as he tries to right himself, and then he succeeds. A glare is thrown in Hairsplitter's direction, daring the other to snicker at Zigzag's clumsiness.
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Post by Spinister on Aug 29, 2007 13:47:23 GMT -5
Hairsplitter does not snicker. Instead, he hesistantly offers Zigzag a hand and offers, "Careful. Uneven ground, eh?"
He pauses at what looks like a statue of one of the aliens he saw in the magazines, only in a much more boring, covered pose. There is assorted bird detritus clinging to it, but it seems recognisable enough. The building behind it has a number of fancy pillars out front.
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 29, 2007 14:14:45 GMT -5
Zigzag doesn't need Hairspliter's hand! He recovered himself! "Yeah, yeah, I got it," he grumbles. He follows Hairsplitter's gaze, notes the statue, notes the building, notes the pillars.
"Hey! Fancy building!" He draws his sword and starts an approach, a bit more cautious and competently than one might have expected (thought not much), if only because he's learned enough not to out and out get him killed as a squishy in the Decepticon military. "This what you were looking for, right?"
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Post by Spinister on Aug 29, 2007 14:33:16 GMT -5
Hairsplitter is still toting around that rifle of his. He nods his head, agreeing, "Fancy building. Shall we, Zigzag?"
Even if they get in, it may take them a long time to find anything of use.
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Post by Needlenose on Aug 29, 2007 16:10:18 GMT -5
And so the prediction comes to pass. They get in, and it takes them a long time to find anything of use.
OOC: Sorry about this, but I'm not getting much more out of Zigzag for the moment. *pokes Zigzag.*
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