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Anselm liked to bounce back and forth between Inferni and his garage, usually choosing to do so on a whim. Every so often, however, situations came up where he was kept in either place longer than expected. After the first assault on his garage, he'd been too paranoid to abandon the structure to the mercy of marauders--but after a bunch of things began to happen around the clan, he'd been too freaked out to really leave the borders unattended, too. At least the latter had one thing going for it: there were multiple patrols. He understood at least a couple of those outside of the leadership to do regular rounds--Snake, even Mason. Unfortunately, his garage was not so lucky. It was time to step up the security.
He had just a couple ideas how how such a goal might be realised. Step one: a safe. He'd seen the things before and he understood their purpose. Usually it would be nearly impossible for him to move it alone, but here the weather tossed him a bone. A makeshift sleigh with a rope harness would make transport through the snow-laden streets (relatively) trivial. It took him most of the morning to find a safe sufficiently not corroded; it took even longer to find one that had the combination listed nearby. When he found one, he memorised the code, put it in thrice for practise, and burned the piece of paper. He was to be the only one with access to these goods. Inside a dolly helped him get it to the door, from there some awkward finagling and grunting got it loaded onto the sleigh.
After shifting down to his secui form, he took the reigns in his teeth and began to pull. Although his task was aided by the decreased friction, the safe was still insanely heavy, and he had to plough his way through the snow to boot. The tattooed wolf thrived on such tests of physical endurance and strength, but by the time he'd covered half the distance to his final destination, he was forced to stop and catch his breath. White clouds appeared in front of his muzzle and vaporised just as quickly; now that neither his sleigh nor his feet were crunching through the snow, the entire city had grown eerily quiet in that way only possible during wintertime.
For all this effort, he lamented, he still wouldn't have a very good solution for the spring once the plants were actively growing. Nothing save another set of eyes and ears would stand a chance at keeping the fields from being raped and plundered... unless there was something more creative he hadn't managed to think of just yet. Even still, this would be an acceptable band-aid solution for the colder season ahead. The safe was rated to withstand fire and flood, and he suspected it would help to lock in the tell-tale scent of marijuana. If nobody knew there was something worth looking for, his crop would not be found.
yay! Thanks again for picking these two up, I think it'll be more entertaining than just playing them as NPCs. I figured here they could see him, lend a hand, and then that leads into the final setup.
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He had just a couple ideas how how such a goal might be realised. Step one: a safe. He'd seen the things before and he understood their purpose. Usually it would be nearly impossible for him to move it alone, but here the weather tossed him a bone. A makeshift sleigh with a rope harness would make transport through the snow-laden streets (relatively) trivial. It took him most of the morning to find a safe sufficiently not corroded; it took even longer to find one that had the combination listed nearby. When he found one, he memorised the code, put it in thrice for practise, and burned the piece of paper. He was to be the only one with access to these goods. Inside a dolly helped him get it to the door, from there some awkward finagling and grunting got it loaded onto the sleigh.
After shifting down to his secui form, he took the reigns in his teeth and began to pull. Although his task was aided by the decreased friction, the safe was still insanely heavy, and he had to plough his way through the snow to boot. The tattooed wolf thrived on such tests of physical endurance and strength, but by the time he'd covered half the distance to his final destination, he was forced to stop and catch his breath. White clouds appeared in front of his muzzle and vaporised just as quickly; now that neither his sleigh nor his feet were crunching through the snow, the entire city had grown eerily quiet in that way only possible during wintertime.
For all this effort, he lamented, he still wouldn't have a very good solution for the spring once the plants were actively growing. Nothing save another set of eyes and ears would stand a chance at keeping the fields from being raped and plundered... unless there was something more creative he hadn't managed to think of just yet. Even still, this would be an acceptable band-aid solution for the colder season ahead. The safe was rated to withstand fire and flood, and he suspected it would help to lock in the tell-tale scent of marijuana. If nobody knew there was something worth looking for, his crop would not be found.
yay! Thanks again for picking these two up, I think it'll be more entertaining than just playing them as NPCs. I figured here they could see him, lend a hand, and then that leads into the final setup.
mall-caps;font-weight:bold;text-align:right; border-top:1px solid #AB360D">SoSuWriMo +504