Post by ~Panzerschurke~ on Jun 1, 2017 5:38:31 GMT
Well.. Its not like she specifically said she wouldn't want to be visited by the heavy scout again so soon, and its not like she said that she didnt want her crawling about the perimiter of her brick warehouse, turned makeshift dwelling and embassy, and its also not like she was told NOT to bring along a veritable body-bag duffel bag full of stuff... and then proceed to climb, or rather, bullet jump up the drainpipe of the building and set up shop for the evening.
It went on like this for a couple more trips, nothing too major, just a dish shaped portable campfire pit, a gunny sack full of dried and split wood to burn, a lava lamp because who DOESN'T like lava lamps, an old human radio that sounded kinda grainy and munched on D Cell batteries like a fat man with a bowl of cheezy-chaps in his lap on movie marathon night, a couple of oversized bean bag chairs, tossed up softly from the street below, and landing quietly with a soft beany thud on the roof that gave Carbide great satisfaction.
Last but certainly not least came the all important, object, the mission critical, grand mc guffin to the whole evening... the... *pause for dramatic effect* and then.....
*~THWUMP!~*
The Heavy Scout had lept from a deep crouch at street level, up to the roof of the roughly two-story building, and landed with a big white cooler in her arms, that looked like it could hold enough to provision an entire human sports team.. or.. (bear with me on this one).. fit one very compliant and remarkably double jointed woodland elk.
She had landed with the extra bit of noise, in the hopes that it just might just alert her soon to be guest/host of her presence upon the flat, gravel covered roof. Remember mind you, that Disthene, the Home World diplomat hadn't said she wanted a surprise rooftop campfire as the sky faded to an inky blanket of brilliant stars.. but she also hadn't said she didn't want one. And that was enough for Carbide. She tended to do her own thing anyway, but that should be nothing new..
To be sure her presence was known, she made a bit of extra effort to kick the two big ol' bean bag chairs into position with a bit of extra noise, and then proceeded to drop an armload of wood into the low iron brazier with a rich wooden-metallic *~ Cllaaaaaaaaaaaang-rattle-clunk! ~*
"Yeah... thatll do just fine.." Carbide murmured to herself in her graveley catty tone, as she heard some rummaging from below and the sound of posssssssssssssibly angry boot-steps on the stairs leading to the rooftop door..
She then paused and scratched the back of her head a moment, as if in sudden remembrance or thought.. "Oh yeah.. she did find a big ol' Iron Maul when she got here didn't she?.."
It went on like this for a couple more trips, nothing too major, just a dish shaped portable campfire pit, a gunny sack full of dried and split wood to burn, a lava lamp because who DOESN'T like lava lamps, an old human radio that sounded kinda grainy and munched on D Cell batteries like a fat man with a bowl of cheezy-chaps in his lap on movie marathon night, a couple of oversized bean bag chairs, tossed up softly from the street below, and landing quietly with a soft beany thud on the roof that gave Carbide great satisfaction.
Last but certainly not least came the all important, object, the mission critical, grand mc guffin to the whole evening... the... *pause for dramatic effect* and then.....
*~THWUMP!~*
The Heavy Scout had lept from a deep crouch at street level, up to the roof of the roughly two-story building, and landed with a big white cooler in her arms, that looked like it could hold enough to provision an entire human sports team.. or.. (bear with me on this one).. fit one very compliant and remarkably double jointed woodland elk.
She had landed with the extra bit of noise, in the hopes that it just might just alert her soon to be guest/host of her presence upon the flat, gravel covered roof. Remember mind you, that Disthene, the Home World diplomat hadn't said she wanted a surprise rooftop campfire as the sky faded to an inky blanket of brilliant stars.. but she also hadn't said she didn't want one. And that was enough for Carbide. She tended to do her own thing anyway, but that should be nothing new..
To be sure her presence was known, she made a bit of extra effort to kick the two big ol' bean bag chairs into position with a bit of extra noise, and then proceeded to drop an armload of wood into the low iron brazier with a rich wooden-metallic *~ Cllaaaaaaaaaaaang-rattle-clunk! ~*
"Yeah... thatll do just fine.." Carbide murmured to herself in her graveley catty tone, as she heard some rummaging from below and the sound of posssssssssssssibly angry boot-steps on the stairs leading to the rooftop door..
She then paused and scratched the back of her head a moment, as if in sudden remembrance or thought.. "Oh yeah.. she did find a big ol' Iron Maul when she got here didn't she?.."