I'll break through the irony
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WC::300+ OOC:: Backdated to the 1st. Mid day

The hurricane boldly presented itself those several days in the end of September. When it was officially through, Anathema had a tall list of things to do in order to recover from the devastation. Not only did they lose all of their food stores, there were lots of repairs to be done. Many individuals within their ranks probably lost personal belongings in the chaos of the caverns flooding. Everything that Mido owned was gone, with exception of a couple weapons and his bed that wouldn’t fit through the entrance of his den.

There had been something else that troubled the Rakeeb on a more personal level. Where their warriors had been concerned there were only a few weapons that remained under the debris of the collapsed storage shed. How were any of them to stay sharp in their skills or get any better if they had nothing to use? Of course any canine could fight, but claws and teeth only accomplished so much. These thoughts weighed heavily on his mind. The solution seemed to be simple, do something about it. Anathema needed to have the ability to defend itself. The mutt approached Axelle a few nights before proposing they make a trip to Halifax and its residual communities to gather supplies. The dual colored woman was the first to come to mind for the job, not because he didn’t trust anyone else. The male knew for a fact she was good, her skills rivaled his own and possibly more; she was the Marbas for very good reason. He figured she wouldn’t be too opposed to the idea of helping out.

The huskadore sat atop one of Anathema’s horses, a small tow carriage hitched to the creature. The plan was to meet up with her there at Halifax. He patiently waited with the only weapons he had left on his person. The compound bow with two arrows slung over his shoulder and his Kamas held by the loops in his pants. A light smile touched his lips, the two of them would turn this place upside down during the ransack.





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[html]OOC: beep boop. Hi Smile (346)

Axelle and Couer rode through Halifax, waiting for Mido to arrive. She wasn’t sure which way he would come from, so she halted Couer and sat atop him waiting for her friend and former fellow warrior. The day was breezy, a light breeze – and scenting his smell on that very same breeze told her that he would be there soon. The sun was at the top of the sky beaming down on them. Fall was here, and Axelle could feel the outer fringes of winter starting to nip at her body. The winter seemed it would be a cold one…

This had been the first time that she had shifted out of Secui in two months. The reason she stayed in that form that long was sentimental to her, and on the contrary – she didn’t exactly know why she remained due to that very reason. Her mother never weighed so much on her decisions before, even when she was alive, but now it seemed to bother her way more than it should have.

Couer snorted and shifted, and Axelle looked around. They would be scavenging for weapons today… to refill Anathema’s storages. All the good weapons were swept away by the floods, and she silently wondered if any were recovered around the territory. They couldn’t have been carried that far. Whatever was Mido’s reason for coming out here, Axelle respected it. He was a higher place than she was now and whether she liked it or not – she had to respect it. And she wanted to.

Axelle was strapped and ready to go. She had her dagger strapped to the side of her thigh, and had the crossbow slung over her back with three ready arrows – just in case. She was well aware of what they could come across while being in Halifax. Even though she thought of it as a safe abandoned town before, she thought of it a lot different now because of the situation that happened to her and Kai a while back. She just hoped Mido was as expectant as she was.



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Hey xD Don't mind me derpin on over here.

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The male gently kicked the gallant beast, coercing the horse onward toward the city of Halifax. He thought that he might have gotten there before her, but his tendencies were a bit on the late side. She was probably already there and waiting. Prior to the day and night woman’s figure coming into view he’d heard the nickering sounds of another horse indicating someone else’s presence. Mido’s body contoured to the movement of the creature, reflecting each large step it took. The small tow trailer squeaked with each rotation of the left wheel.

Hey Axelle, looks like you beat me here. Hope you weren’t waiting for me too long. He smiled, speaking to her with a friendly casual tone. It was true that they needed more weapons and supplies while it wasn’t absolutely imperative that they come here to Halifax. In the Caverns there were large unimaginably deep fissures to which the water drained. The river in Thackary village swept away the torrent had collected. While some things still kicked around the pack most were never going to be seen again. The male wanted to get away from Anathema for a little bit. There was just something about being in a place where conduct and rules weren’t in play. The thought of being in a place where no one knew him was somewhat fun; no one had an image to hold here. The Rakeeb honestly enjoyed being around the Napier woman. Throughout their interactions together, at some point she had cross the line from acquaintance and mentor to friend. Axelle was very unique in her own right.

This run down city was home to a few pretty interesting finds. The mutt wondered what the two of them might come across, he’d found his favorite weapons here after all. You ready to scour this place from top to bottom? A wicked smile laced his face, not betraying his thoughts. This was his idea of a fun time; good company and the prospect of excitement. In the back of his mind he knew that anything could happen out here even though he never had any problems before. Just the two of them alone together, things could get dangerous. By no means was he a psychic, so he didn’t expect too much of anything. Without missing a beat, Mido got the horse going again by smacking it on the ass. They could take quite a bit of anything they desired, the trailer had good capacity.




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(303) | 3 – Lemme get my lightning table out too then Big Grin

Mido soon showed up in the distance and galloped towards her. Her eyes watched him inch closer and a thought dawned on her. She always had a respect for him, whether him being a higher rank then her or not, so when he approached, she dipped her head in greeting. ”No, just a few minutes. ” Which wasn’t long at all. She had a few moments to gather her thoughts so that this trip would be a success. She was slightly familiar with Halifax and knew what streets held the pawn shops and which held the weapon shops.

As Mido slapped his horse on the ass, Axelle jabbed Couer hard with her heels. The horse followed closely behind Mido’s horse, more on the side than behind it, and Axelle called to him, ”So what exactly are we looking for? Anything?” She needed some better details on what they were doing here… and what they were looking for. She knew Anathema's weapon supplies were low due to the floods, and she didn't doubt that. Most of the loose items in her room were gone except for her mattress - and that was even waterlogged. ”And are we going to search together or separate and meet back later with our finds?” Either way would work. She could show him all the places and old stores she knew of, and then he could visit some spots he knew of – and they could collect whatever they needed together.

Axelle had saddled Couer with one of the more specialized saddles she found in the stables. This one had many pockets and straps – probably good for strapping weapons on, which was ideal for the situation. She would load the horse up with as many weapons as she could fit on the saddle, and wouldn’t mind carrying some back either.


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Mido was glad to know she hadn’t waited too long. Making a woman wait was one thing he never really wanted to resort to. The two moved forward along the course broken gravel, evidence of the hurricane was all over place, broken telephone poles, trees strewn across the area.. Axelle asked what it was they were looking for. Turning slightly on the horse he gazed at her. Weapons, supplies, metal, anything we can make something useful out of. Maybe in the future we can find a blacksmith who would be willing craft stuff for Anathema. They were simply ideas, but ideas none the less. There were weapons the mutt wanted but had yet to find; certainly a skilled metal worker could bring ones thoughts to fruition.

As they moved the left wheel on the small tow wagon persisted its squeaking, he was use to it now. The male had only come to Halifax a couple times before, still he was no expert on the layout of the land. It would probably be better if we searched together. Axelle probably knew Halifax much better than he did, she would be able to find the good spots to find stuff. We can pick an area, split up and comb over it, bringing back what we can find to the wagon. This way seemed like the most efficient use of their time. Though the wagon was small it was open concept, capable of carrying large loads.

They came to a intersection, the road was cracked beyond reason and weeds had long since made their way through. The city unfolded in each direction with the exception of the one behind them. I’m sure you know the area better than I do. Any idea’s on good places to start looking? He asked her tilting his head.





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She thought of loading poor Couer up with all these heavy weapons, and the thought didn’t even dawn on her – Mido brought a wagon! She didn’t need to bother with any of that, and if she would’ve really used her noggin – she could’ve brought the wagon that she took home from Halifax. That’s what she stored it in the stables for… and it might have carried a lot more things than Mido’s wagon could. Axelle slowed Couer down a bit as they rounded a corner, and halted him altogether at the intersection. She turned to face Mido, ”Alright. Yeah, this way.” And then she nudged Couer and steered him right.

The horse’s head bobbed comfortably as she rode him down the cracked street. Axelle scanned the stores to her left and right and pointed across the street at an antique shop, ”Maybe you should take a peek in there. They might have some old swords and things that we can use…. And maybe take a look in that hardware store next to it.” The hardware store sat next to the antique shop – weird combination. Old people and construction workers. Axelle knew where she was going. She knew the weapons shop was only a little bit down the road. ”After you’re done in there – come find me in the weapons shop up ahead.” She was sure they could ransack the place. She needed more arrows for her crossbow anyway.

She nodded toward Mido, and urged Couer forward. They trotted about 10 feet ahead before she halted him again, and carefully slid off of the saddle. She tied the horse to an old parking meter, and approached the old storefront. There was broken glass, like the last time she had visited, on the floor and the store was a mess, but there were a lot of things still left on the walls and shelves. There was an upstairs too, from the looks of the stairs behind the cashier’s counter, but she never went up there. She had no idea whether it was a goldmine full of weapons or an empty, cobwebbed space up there.


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A little bit of this, and a little bit of that!!!

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A smile arose from the accuracy of his assumption. Before he knew it, she was leading him in the right direction to start searching. The dual colored woman did know the city much better than him. Vaulting off his horse, he led it by the reigns toward the shop front as Axelle suggested. He secured the creature to a nearby severed telephone pole; the top half crushed the transformer into the brittle pavement. The antique shop had a large wooden door that was broken and half off the frame leading into the building. He meandered his way around the shop space in awe at the stuff he saw, only a few things could they actually benefit from taking. The good stuff had been inside the broken glass counter and on the wall behind it. He loaded the treasures into the wagon; two katana, a naval rapier an axe, along with several blades and daggers.

The Rakeeb soon turned his sights to the hardware store. Originally huge bay windows decorated the stores front; the glass was shattered and littered the ground inside and out. Inside was the perfect depiction of dream or a nightmare depending on who you asked. Every tool he could possibly imagine, and so many things he had no clue as to what the fuck he was looking at. He was like a kid in a candy shop, grabbing a little bit of everything it seemed; hammers, screwdrivers, crow bars, nails screws, pitches and hoes. By the time he felt like he needed nothing else the wagon was nearly half full.

Mido parked the horse and wagon in front of the weapons shop. He stepped inside; his padded feet grazed the glass on the floor. What was it that he really needed? Two arrows for his compound bow couldn’t be considered sufficient ammo. He needed arrows, and whatever else his selfish little heart desired. The sun dimly lit the front of the shop, getting darker near the back. Having any luck in here? He called out to Axelle.




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[html](302) Lol Big Grin

Axelle had managed to find a few good things that her neighbors of Anathema could benefit from. There was a small pile forming, by the door, of a few swords, a katana, three daggers, a quiver of arrows and a bow. Another crossbow – not for her though. Hers still sat on her back. Axelle rummaged through the cartons of bullets for something else they could use. Bullets were useless because what they were used in didn’t work. Automatic weapons fell when human existence fell. Somehow Luperci hadn’t invented anything like it… or maybe their big wolf hands couldn’t get the contraption to work.

Axelle was kneeling down looking at a bottom shelf full of ammo clips and bibi pellets when Mido stepped into the store. ”Yes, actually.” Her voice was a little strained as she was craning to look into the depths of the shelving. She didn’t see anything useful in there, so put the small boxes of useless ammo back and stood up. She used the table to help push herself up, and straightened with a groan. Some ligament along the way cracked, but it didn’t seem to bother her too much. ”I made a pile by the door… so when we’re done we could just transfer everything to the wagon.”

She had a few items in her hands: another dagger she took from the floor (it was underneath a table), and a few more arrows. Those were for her crossbow – they were a harder type of wood and were better capable of withstanding higher impact. She approached Mido and handed him her arrows, ”Can you put these separate? These I need.” Smiling, she turned from him and headed toward the stairs behind the counter. ”I’m going to check what’s upstairs…” And then she turned away and headed up the creaking stairs.


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OOC HERE

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It looked as though she was having a good bit of success here at the weapons shop herself. His sights turned to the growing collection she had already going near the door, he was impressed. She approached him, holding out a particular set of arrows that she wanted to keep for herself. He made a mental note of their detail so he wouldn’t mix them up with anything else. He watched her walk toward the stairs; the night and day colored woman was going to check the upper level of the weapon’s shop.

While she was doing that, he wandered around on the main floor to see if there was anything he wanted. The mutt grabbed a few holsters, some sharpening stones and other little stuff he thought would be useful. His gaze settled on a heavy metal door on the opposite wall. It was closed and locked up, he was unable to get in. Mmaass-ter lok? Hmmm. He had an idea, making a quick trip to the wagon he returned with a sledge hammer he grabbed. With a forceful swing, the massive hammer made short work of the durable little lock. Grabbing the steel handle he opened the door and started pulling things out. He was staring at bunch of guns and paper, uncertain what to do with them he threw everything back into the closet and closed the door.

The Rakeeb loaded the things they already had from the pile into the wagon while he waited for her. Remembering to set the Arrows the Marbas wanted off to a side he organized the wagon, making a little more room for anything else they could put their hands on. Wow. Standing there he admired the haul, they weren’t short on anything now. Mido loved sharp objects and at this moment he was looking at a lot of bladed weapons.



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