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mayfield_rpg2012-05-16 07:37 pm
walking_nuke) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-05-16 07:37 pm
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DEPLOYMENT 17: Speak Softly and Carry a Big Boomstick
[Balin's been a really rare sight at the house ever since the Friday before last. He's spending almost all of his waking hours in town, even on Mother's Day. Outside of work, he's become a lot more focused on accomplishing something with his demolitions projects.]
[Though today, he gets a belated birthday present. As he heads out the door to work, he spies a package lying on the porch. Rather than taking it inside, Balin's curiosity gets the best of him and he opens it on the spot ...]
... Now we're talkin'.
[ACTION - A (Anywhere in Mayfield, Morning to Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]
[You might catch Balin on the streets while he's out running his personal errands. In place of the Remington 870 shotgun he'd been carrying around with him for months, he's going to be carrying the Series 3 Triple Incendiary Shotgun. It comes with its own back-mounted holster, so he doesn't have the shotgun sling on him either.]
[ACTION - B (John Doe Park, Morning, OPEN TO ALL)]
[Balin's taken a detour on his way to work in order to test out his latest piece of regained hardware. He's standing in a spot of open ground with a pail full of water from the nearby pond—just in case things get out of hand. Taking aim at the open sky, he pulls the trigger, and a flesh-searing armor-melting inferno that's twenty meters high at its most potent spews forth. Enjoy your wakeup call!]
[ACTION - C (Neutron Diner, Morning, Afternoon, or Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]
[Balin's also been frequenting the Diner for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, since it gives him a place to sit down, eat, and work on brainstorming and planning—and the drones don't seem to bother him at all, provided he sits down at a booth. You'll likely see him jotting down notes or making rough sketches in a journal while taking bites out of a hamburger ora pathetic imitation of a Philly cheesesteak.]
[ACTION - D (Jonathon's Tools, Early Afternoon, OPEN TO ALL)]
[Balin's taking a look around the hardware store, though he doesn't seem to be buying anything today. He's making note of construction materials and any items the store has pertaining to electronics or electric wiring, as well as checking up on the different kinds of paint for sale.]
[ACTION - E (339 Brady Lane, Afternoon, HOUSE RESIDENTS)]
[While Balin was able to rig up simple detonators from what he found at the construction yard, doing something on the level of what he had planned would require some help to get right. To that end, he's stopping by Quinn's house to see if the guy's home. If the garage is open he'll be taking a peek to see if the technomancer's hanging around. If not, he'll head over to the front porch and ring the doorbell.]
Yo, Quinn! You there?
[He really should have phoned ahead ...]
[ACTION - F (Mayfield Outskirts, Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]
[Like he's been doing for the past week, Balin continues to test and experiment with the C-4 he had created in the past week or two. By now, all the test detonations in that field have created some ready-made earthworks for future testing—a short trench five feet deep, beyond which are other shallow craters where more bricks of C-4 have gone off.]
[Balin can be found out here doing a final battery of experiments with what remains of his first few batches of C-4. Which means there'll be the occasional explosion coming from the outskirts of town—just mind the sign by the side of the road if you head out that way to investigate.]
[Though today, he gets a belated birthday present. As he heads out the door to work, he spies a package lying on the porch. Rather than taking it inside, Balin's curiosity gets the best of him and he opens it on the spot ...]
... Now we're talkin'.
[You might catch Balin on the streets while he's out running his personal errands. In place of the Remington 870 shotgun he'd been carrying around with him for months, he's going to be carrying the Series 3 Triple Incendiary Shotgun. It comes with its own back-mounted holster, so he doesn't have the shotgun sling on him either.]
[Balin's taken a detour on his way to work in order to test out his latest piece of regained hardware. He's standing in a spot of open ground with a pail full of water from the nearby pond—just in case things get out of hand. Taking aim at the open sky, he pulls the trigger, and a flesh-searing armor-melting inferno that's twenty meters high at its most potent spews forth. Enjoy your wakeup call!]
[Balin's also been frequenting the Diner for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, since it gives him a place to sit down, eat, and work on brainstorming and planning—and the drones don't seem to bother him at all, provided he sits down at a booth. You'll likely see him jotting down notes or making rough sketches in a journal while taking bites out of a hamburger or
[Balin's taking a look around the hardware store, though he doesn't seem to be buying anything today. He's making note of construction materials and any items the store has pertaining to electronics or electric wiring, as well as checking up on the different kinds of paint for sale.]
[While Balin was able to rig up simple detonators from what he found at the construction yard, doing something on the level of what he had planned would require some help to get right. To that end, he's stopping by Quinn's house to see if the guy's home. If the garage is open he'll be taking a peek to see if the technomancer's hanging around. If not, he'll head over to the front porch and ring the doorbell.]
Yo, Quinn! You there?
[He really should have phoned ahead ...]
[Like he's been doing for the past week, Balin continues to test and experiment with the C-4 he had created in the past week or two. By now, all the test detonations in that field have created some ready-made earthworks for future testing—a short trench five feet deep, beyond which are other shallow craters where more bricks of C-4 have gone off.]
[Balin can be found out here doing a final battery of experiments with what remains of his first few batches of C-4. Which means there'll be the occasional explosion coming from the outskirts of town—just mind the sign by the side of the road if you head out that way to investigate.]
Is that userpic Quinn as Kamina? XD
[That was corny and unless Quinn's heard the explosions coming from the edge of town, he probably wouldn't get it—but Balin grins anyway.]
Wanted to talk to you about somethin', though. You remember a while back, when I first stopped by here?
sure is. :3
Hmm. That was awhile ago, man. I remember some geeking out over Alice In Chains, and you showin' me your cool spell thing.
QUINNINA.
Yeah, you could say'at. I guess I didn't cover it, though, what I've been doin'—
[He cocks a thumb out in the direction of Mayfield's outskirts.]
Since'at time back in September? Or, earlier'an'at, actually—I've been tryin'a make some homebrew plastic explosives. Taken a helluva lot of time, but I've finally got somethin'at works.
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[Not that he holds a grudge with anybody who brought the Dairy down.
Aside from the fact he wasn't there to help.]The other thing, though, was makin' perimeter defenses. Like when'a town drops'at Spring Culling or zombie shit on us. You know about Claymores?
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[Oh hey, Balin brought his journal of notes with him! He opens it to a page with rough sketches and notes scrawled all over them, then offers it to Quinn for a closer look. Aside from the rough diagrams of how claymore mines work, there's also a sketch of a typical house in Mayfield, with ideal locations for mine placement marked, and rough estimates of their cone of fire and the best firing angle for mounting them. Groups of the mines are also labeled.]
I can do simple wirin' of explosives for testing or single detonation, but somethin' more complex like what I got in mind's beyond me. 'Cause what I wanna do? Set up groups of claymores to cover all'a chokeholds or points of entry, an' have'a ability to set off a specific group rather than all of 'em at once.
[A beat. Balin looks contemplative for a moment, then adds,]
Wouldn't hurt if'a design was modular, too—like if I figure out a good anti-tank mine design to add or something, an' wanna wire up more mines to'a system.
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[You're dealing with a pacifist, here.]
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[Balin's expression sours a little.]
There's one thing'at's gonna make'is hard, though.
i am the worst tagger. holiday weekends, man. @_@
What's that?
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That's what took me so long to get somewhere with'is shit. I've been reinventin' C-4 over here.
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