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Propman reached out and showed his own device, which beeped and showed the text "Status: Slight Cough".

"I had this bloody cold before I even got here; Your pip's response is reason for caution."

378
>Show the llama a gesture that tells him something along the lines of "You have problems; Get help, man", and move back to Gensokyo, getting work as a small time-taxi. Be a depressed-arse tank again.[/b]

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A glance at the ceiling showed that there were small, thick clear spaces from which the light was flowing through into the room. They didn't seem to be exactly natural however; More like some sort of UV lamp, yet what was powering them?

The Propman sat down and felt the heat of the sand. In contrast to the suspiciously cool atmosphere of the other rooms, this area was almost too hot.

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Propman glanced back at his wrist device and fiddled with it a bit. The object vaguely reminded him of a similar item from a popular post-apocalyptic nuclear war setting he had interest in. Seeing as these things were rather key in a person's record in these parts, he wondered if the object was impervious to damage, and if so, if he couldn't loot the one off of that dead man and fashion it into some sort of shield. When he was right and done, all he had managed to do was get the screen to tint pink, a slightly better contrast to the monochrome letters that appeared upon it than the earlier split-pea green.

"Cathedral is dark and creepy, but the start room had an even more off putting feel to it, you know? A bit like, there's some sort of force there, watching your every movement..."

He backtracked once more, sticking the scepter into the other door, but leaving it unturned. That way, the door was ready for opening at any time.

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"I'd say, but that stuff smells a bit like chemicals. I heard that it's often crystal clear water that's the most caustic when it comes to unidentified sources, because then it's poison enough that not even bacteria can live in it. Of course, it might be that some soul was kind enough to shove purifiers up the wazoo into there, and the chemicals are what keep it safe to drink, but I'm going to have to call 50/50 on that one."

Propman jumped out of the raised platform and moved back to the door they came in from, unlocking it and leaving it open for the other Bay 12ers to exit and enter as they pleased.

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((What can I say mate, I have fine tastes. ))

Propman nevertheless takes a precaution and grabs the stone scepter through his sleeve, closely inspecting it and then feeling it with his hand. It was smooth and well polished, a bit hard to grip actually, and it felt heavy and solid enough that one could use it as a mace.

"This might make a good wall hanger, or even see if it's worth selling when we get out of here! Of course..."

He stood for a moment and fiddled with his web belt, using it as a makeshift holding for his spear as he climbed up the raised platform which contained the door. On it stood an indentation where the upper bit of the scepter fit in quite snugly.

"I'll stick it in here mates, but I would suggest that we regroup and set things up before going onward! Danger lies ahead, after all."

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Propman shrugs.

"I've reason to think that moving any further in this path might not be the greatest idea if we're just wandering. For the time being, I say we attempt to set up a base somewhere and continue to operate from there, as we don't know how long this dungeon is. The booze room back there has a source of drink, even if it's a piss awful one, though it might be a bit small for the likes of a group of, er, a dozen was it?"

Glancing at the scepter, he pokes the curious object with the blunt end of his spear.

"Aye mate, you wouldn't mind healing off a melted hand if this thing is cursed or something?"


The buccaneer was mostly joking at the statement, mostly.

384
Shaking his head, Chauner says nary a word, moving a single hex northward.

385
"Well sir, I highly doubt this dungeon would lend itself well to greenery other then the moss I found growing in a corner, and any creature that isn't attempting to maul us to death is an ally...or a ready meal."

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Spoiler: Here be the Map (click to show/hide)

Propman took his sketchbook back out and started to draw out the layout of the dungeons, showing his drawing to the party at large.

"Pardon me sirs, but care to go on a bit of an adventure? I've been looking through these halls a bit and can tell you that there's been one heck of a scene going on. Found a cadaver dressed up like those T-shirt fellows in the back...sorry for your loss, if he was one of yours in any case. I'd say that this room would be a good place to bury him with all the loose sand, and possibly the red guy if you don't want rot to make this dungeon even fouler. But keeping that for later, there's this mirror door that I've found that might lead to somewhere...Interesting. I heard the sound of cooking there, and I don't know about you, but if we're staying here for a few days, while fighting on top of that, a bite or two of sustainment might help a bit in keeping us on our toes."


Wordy. Propman didn't know if it was the current circumstances he was in that made him so talkative, but he was spouting up dialog-sized speakings on the top of his head with minimal stuttering.

387
I hate that pesky llama!

Is what I would say if I had a mouth.

>Sulk in my ruined, radioactive capitol. The fact that I'm a tank makes me immune to the rads, after all. Attempt to slowly rebuild.

388
Propman points to his hat, and adjusts it so that the tip of the corner moves to maximum height.

"I'm five feet, thank you very much. And as for this thing, it's just something I cobbled up out of...Well, to tell you the truth, not for much terribly good reason. I live by the woods, and have to trek through wilderness trails constantly, so I thought that having something to carry would make me less liable to be mauled by a moose, though really it was made to practice my skills building things. I'm a bit of a carpenter, wood carver in my off time, though I wouldn't say I could carve a wooden chain, not a good one anyways."

He inspected the tip of the spear. It hadn't bent out of place, which was a good sign that perhaps he finally fashioned the thing properly for once.

"Hmmm, these objects on our arms have me both curious and worried. Curious as to how the level system works, worried that we'll run into level twenty rats that can arbitrarily tear a man limb from limb with the swipe of a tiny paw."

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Propman felt a bit bittersweet with the ordeal, and not just because the dust thrown up was causing him to caugh. That king fellow seemed like a reasonable enough man, an perhaps if they had just talked things through...Eh, he was likely just a magic construct or something, no need to cry over spilled milk.

"*Cough* Eh, thanks I guess- *cough*, er- Hugo, was it? You're that fellow who does the kobold story!"

He brushed the dust off of his coat and reached to adjust his hat.

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"Aye, if we are to have communication sir, I suggest that you call me something with more of a snap in it, if you know what I mean! Call me uh...call me the Propmaniac, or Propman! Don't ask why, but I have a sudden aversion to using the three-letter acronym I usually reserve for anonymous naming!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gBvbkcwVEo

Propman put away his things back into satchel and struck an offensive stance before kicking up dust and charging at the knight, stopping in front of it abruptly and instinctively twirling his spear two strokes before lunging into the air and jamming it through the target's head, causing it to dissipate in a cloud of smoke as he landed on his feet, nearly thrown off balance with the action. It was then that he noticed Zanzet poking her head into the room.

"Er- eh, kingy-" he faced the king statue and spoke to it in as casual a tone he could muster given the situation "It's swell if we have referees giving us info, no? I'd say that bishop my friend back there slew would have made a decent one, but ya reap what you sow, eh?"

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