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"Other weapons? The kind that go 'bang?' It's too bad Ramona is gone. She could have probably found us a rocket launcher, given enough time. I'm not sure we have anyone left with those kind of connections."
Alex looks around the room.
"Anyone here have some gun runner friends I haven't heard of?"
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Morgan's head tilted, "Heh-heh, so the scum hath his own mini-boss squad? That's...unfair. I mean, yay we hath the bane and I can do me own fire-form thingie as decoy, but mini-bosses art a problem." she sounded quite upset about the prospect. Then she froze. Her eyes widened and she grinned, "Wait, heh, cults? Imma all for reducing the mini-boss squad like ye said Mhairi. Yet, if I recollect, the cults hath angered many hobs in the area. Chance for ally there. Like Sera said: build up. Heh, mayhaps just gain guides or some weapons. Or we just help some hobs remove a cult boss and bastard loses a mini-boss," If they were lucky, the Dragon might send another out to avenge one that fell or something like that, "It'd make the worm pay attention to others then us for a bit too, heh...I'd suggest Sal's crew for that," she then mumbled something about evil fighting evil.
"Oh, Sera?" she looked at the singer, "We should see heh-heh how well ye voice carries in the shiny suit. Erm, heh, " she flushed, "that tis the fire protection suit I mentioned, heh. Just in case."
Morgan sagged at the mention of Ramona. She really wished the blacksmith was still around. Not only had that Summer been strong she'd looked like someone that could take on a dragon. She shook her head in defeat, "Nay Alex, I do not. I might ken, heh, the streets but tis more," she held her hand flat to the ground and shook it a little, "folks. That tis performers and heh hobos then hoodlums. Wait!" She perked up at a thought. Opened her mouth, which just hung open. The Beast sagged, "Nay, sorry. Recollected them, forgets detail, and recollect the detail that those normans are legit now so no heh help lest ye want ye car altered."
As for the cold iron options, the Beast had some ideas for that. "Cold forging tis a term I heh hath heard. I wonder, can we orders stuff cold forged in iron? Or meteor irons maybe?" Morgan tried checking her telephone for that information.
Nope
Morgan found a site for...leather wear? Jewelry? "Uh...heh-heh, someone else probably be better for this kinda query then I heh...heh hate computers," Morgan glared at her telephone.
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Green remained impassive.
"Well. Its true you could whittle down his cults. It would probably tell him we are trying something - but it could be good distraction, I grant you. If his eye is on his cults, he won't be watching his home for when we turn up. So its a possible solution, Morgan."
He sighed.
"I still say hit him at his home, if you really mean. Shit or bust."
Looking up at last, he let his lazy gaze fall on Alex.
"I got lots of friends, but none like that."
He shifted in his seat.
"So. Uh. We got a lot to think about. How about we mull it over a bit, think it through. Do some... I dunno... Research? Work the grapevine? You know, legwork? Buy some guns and stuff?"
The threads been going on a while. Did you guys want to wrap? We can reconvene later?
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Dreaming, -1 WP to analyze, WP to hold Dream together, DreamscapeFire suit, which would make all this real. That she was really going to put her gift on the table to help save the Freehold.
Nodding to Morgan, “Sounds good. Let me know when you want to test it out. It'd be awesome if we could figure a microphone or some other system to amplify my voice in it. And yeah, just in case works for me.” She adds with a light chuckle.
“Well, being new to the city, I don’t have much in regrades to leads to chase. But I’m willing to help with some legwork and whatever else.” Guns? She’d never fired one, and the only place he knew to buy one was a gun store. Or the internet. Hell, maybe pawn. But what could a gun do against a Dragon?
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Fashion Willpower Willpower"He's a Dragon, that breathes fire. I'm sure he's got a pact with Fire, he might be immune or maybe Fire refuses to burn him or something..." Mhairi shrugs, "So I don't know how well a standard explosion would work against him. But maybe a nail bomb would be better, fill it with cold iron nails..."
When Morgan's efforts to find something online fail, Mhairi picks up her phone to give it a go, not wanting Morgan to feel embarrassed by her now innate difficulties she and every other Beast found tech when they got back. "I found a someone on Etsy who dose cold forged iron sculptures...we could order something..." but then they'd have to trust that it was actual Cold Forged Iron, and not just used as a buzz words to attracted hipsters and their wallets.
The Mountain speaks and the Wisp nods.
"We'll hit him where he sleeps. He'll either die or wont, and we can deal with his cultist later." if they lived remained unsaid.
Fell-flames flicker about the table, "Yeah, a break sounds good. We can meet back up when we've figured stuff out."
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Looking up at glaring at her telephone Morgan nodded her head to Green, "Yay, stocking up first tis best. Hath and nary need tis superior to reverse circumstance," she snorted at the end.
She turned to Sera, "Yay, it shant do to protect ye if thine voice tis too muffled to be song. I'll phone ye, heh. I ken of portable microphones...but I nary think techie stuff lasts long amongst the thorns." Morgan knew, from old movies, that low tech bullhorns existed but she had no clue how to craft such a thing into a proximity suit. Well, barring cutting a hole and prodigious usage of duct tape. "Etsy?" she turned to Mhairi with confusion before her eyes widened in comprehension, "Oh, heh, a uh site to purchase aught, heh," she sagged and sighed in defeat.
"Tis shame there art nary any smiths in town. Lo' I am sure we can find aught who doth work iron purely if we look enough. I ken of many olden weapons that can throw aught at foes but..." Morgan started to look around shiftly. She didn't want to admit she'd used books from games when she'd "researched" dragons in the past. "Uh, heh-heh, I nary ken how to buy or make a ballista, heh-heh. So suppose research it tis yes."
Reconvene later sounds good. Good scene, thank you.
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