Dodiestee
Think about death and get sad and stuff!
The queen was done, two eye blasts, missing legs and a few spears in the face was all it took to bring it down... Dode was almost disappointed it didn't put up more of a fight. He glanced around then turned away from the group, shuffled off to the side of the path and took a knee, wincing as he reached the ground. He needed to take stock and refresh before heading out again.
Dode placed his Enfield on the ground, keeping the muzzle off the dirt then slid the bolt back and forth, ejecting the last two rounds. He slid off the rucksack and reached into one of the pockets, pulling out an empty ammo strip and two full clips, then slid the spare bullets onto the strip and stowed it back into his rucksack. He didn't like having loose bullets rattling in his backpack... just something that attracts more danger. The two full clips slid into the magazine, one after the other, but the whole rifle was in dire need of a good clean...one debris buildup too many and the bullet could explode the barrell...he'd have to hope to find something at the factory. Finally Dode pulled put a canteen and a pack of pain meds, popping out 3 white pills straight into his mouth along with a good swig of water. He placed all the equipment back in the rucksack then closed it tight, slung it over his shoulders, doing the same with the Enfield.
Dode watched the rest of the group pace around, some conversing, others salvaging...one was going from hornet to hornet, pulling out what looked like nails...Dode was dumbfounded as she poured her canteen on the pile of metal she had formed. The woad woman however, spear back in hand was cutting away the stinger from the Queen, a fine trophy to be sure...she then walked towards him, her platinum hair flowing with the breeze. Dode let a faint smile creep across his face as she got closer. She reached out her hand as she got close...
Dode extended his hand, firmly shaking Ferrin's... his smile remaining on his face...
"Ferrin", he nodded, "I'm Dode, I think I did miss you're introduction earlier... Bloody bees. Ferrin sounds better than 'woad'", he smirked. "Aye, I was hoping tae get a few miles away fae Colonia before we had tae start killing things, gie m'legs a chance to stretch", he patted his legs as he spoke. "Whaur' yi fae?", he wasn't usually one for letting his accent flow as easily as it was, usually suppresing it for the sake of the 'southern people', but Ferrin's accent was present, subconsciously letting Dode speak 'properly'.
Dode placed his Enfield on the ground, keeping the muzzle off the dirt then slid the bolt back and forth, ejecting the last two rounds. He slid off the rucksack and reached into one of the pockets, pulling out an empty ammo strip and two full clips, then slid the spare bullets onto the strip and stowed it back into his rucksack. He didn't like having loose bullets rattling in his backpack... just something that attracts more danger. The two full clips slid into the magazine, one after the other, but the whole rifle was in dire need of a good clean...one debris buildup too many and the bullet could explode the barrell...he'd have to hope to find something at the factory. Finally Dode pulled put a canteen and a pack of pain meds, popping out 3 white pills straight into his mouth along with a good swig of water. He placed all the equipment back in the rucksack then closed it tight, slung it over his shoulders, doing the same with the Enfield.
Dode watched the rest of the group pace around, some conversing, others salvaging...one was going from hornet to hornet, pulling out what looked like nails...Dode was dumbfounded as she poured her canteen on the pile of metal she had formed. The woad woman however, spear back in hand was cutting away the stinger from the Queen, a fine trophy to be sure...she then walked towards him, her platinum hair flowing with the breeze. Dode let a faint smile creep across his face as she got closer. She reached out her hand as she got close...
Ferrin, in case you missed it earlier. You're a brave one entering the fray pre-wounded.
Dode extended his hand, firmly shaking Ferrin's... his smile remaining on his face...
"Ferrin", he nodded, "I'm Dode, I think I did miss you're introduction earlier... Bloody bees. Ferrin sounds better than 'woad'", he smirked. "Aye, I was hoping tae get a few miles away fae Colonia before we had tae start killing things, gie m'legs a chance to stretch", he patted his legs as he spoke. "Whaur' yi fae?", he wasn't usually one for letting his accent flow as easily as it was, usually suppresing it for the sake of the 'southern people', but Ferrin's accent was present, subconsciously letting Dode speak 'properly'.