- Wristblades.
- One netgun; five nets. Hope I don't fight anything that can break those.
- One disc.
- Three predbombs, supposed to be used to protect my children; I'm not allowed to use them on prey, only for fighting.
- One hunting knife, one skinning knife.
- ((Added to this is one silver-edged halberd from the werewolf arc.))
If I'd known I were going to end up crashed someplace odd like this, I would have requested a speargun. Hopefully if there is need, I can improvise.
Supplies?
- Energy sifter
- Cloaking device
- Medcomp
- Dirt.
- Targeting laser.
- Translater, recorder, and dictionary, all helmet or wristcomp inserts.
- Oh--of course. The self-destruct. I'm not sure that counts as a "supply" but I shall list it.
- light armor
Hope I find something to Hunt soon.
((OOC: Wristblades are jagged on the outside, sharp only on the outside (so that they can't be forced into her body when she blocks a powerful hit,) and about the length of her forearm.
The nets are the pred equivalent of razor wire, and continually tighten as they hold the prey, not quite as quickly as in the movie.
The disc follows the "razor sharp with inner gyros to return it" canon, and is made with finger holes. Its shape is like a diamond laid over a bow tie with convex, sharp edges. Little curved spiky bits stick up in between; it folds down or the edges go in so she won't murder someone who runs into her. This does mean there's a click when she prepares to throw it.
The laser functions by being just high-powered enough to make a warmer spot on someone's skin, showing a pred the straight line to the spot on the target. However, she can crank the power up when she wants; it will not cut through metal, but will heat metal to the glowing point. (She would run out of power before she melted through even a thin metal sheet.)
The light armor is just a few pieces; strapped on plates. Her neck, sides, shins, the insides of her biceps, and one shoulder are bare. She's barefoot. Yes, she is wearing enough clothing, be it armor or cloth, to preserve her maidenly modesty.
The knives aren't important. Hunting knife, skinning knife; large, jagged, hooked pieces of metal. Big deal. Look something like http://www.emporium-sw.com/esa/cart/K
December 31 2005, 03:24:50 UTC 6 years ago
Again, sorry. I feel bad for this.))
December 31 2005, 03:27:42 UTC 6 years ago
S'ok. I was worried about how other characters might react when one of the finders of their heroic friend's body is a strange, foreign alien of a race that tends to kill people.
Also, I didn't actually know who was going to find it, so I just tried to play interesting second fiddle during the search. No skin off my nose. ;) ))
December 31 2005, 05:06:34 UTC 6 years ago
December 31 2005, 05:26:05 UTC 6 years ago
December 31 2005, 05:40:20 UTC 6 years ago
Some friends of mine usually go to this place called Midgar. It has a lot of wild game, and a lot of it's kinda mean. I could show you how to get there...
December 31 2005, 06:09:01 UTC 6 years ago
Wild M'dgrrrr. Sounds very promising.
Ah, you could show me how to get back? I have just begun to get used to this place, and do not wish to attempt to start over.
December 31 2005, 06:10:44 UTC 6 years ago
[She holds up her PINpoint.]
It's an interdimensional teleporter gadget.
December 31 2005, 06:14:25 UTC 6 years ago
I mean no threat.
You say that's an--*there is an extensive moment of dictionary consulting and cross-referencing* Oh, I understand. . . how did you earn it?
December 31 2005, 06:19:59 UTC 6 years ago
Besides, even if you did attack, I'm holding a teleporter.
A friend of mine gave this to me. They're not hard to come by if you know the right people.
December 31 2005, 06:27:57 UTC 6 years ago
I see. Thank you.