Osuka
Primarch of Terra'Avenia
Tabitha Miller
Everyone was fairly quick to continue sharing their stats with each other, which she was still on the fence about. Having knowledge of what your potential enemy could do was always going to be a boon, and if any of them were lying, they were up a creek with a paddle; that was not something she was willing to so easily entertain, even if her composure seemed to be quite relaxed with the situation. Still, if she couldn't either worm out of talking about her stats or just ignore it well enough to slip out of the discussion unnoticed, she was going to have to lie... But that just cropped up even more issues. If she lied about her stats and they found out, it'd surely be a form of betra-
aaaaaaaand immediately she had her out! Two more people - one being an absolutely adorable non-human and another who had responded to Liliana's apparent invite, which was technically two "outs" to be specific. The second was more of a hazard, too, which meant that keen attention would have to be placed on the issue at hand - .... after she had read the note that she was given which was penned by their mute friend Charity. There were already many things that she had to give her attention to both plain and covert, so she'd read the note while she juggled her other tasks. The first, namely, being the issue of party invites. From a pouch on the backside of her hip near her tailbone, Tabby whipped out her phone... Her poor phone, which state she didn't even seem to pay mind to. It was an older Android model and looked like it had war stories that would make Leon pale, even though it was just her being clumsy with tech. Dings, dents, scrapes, and chips that were missing from its polymer backing gave way to an abhorrent sprawling crack across its face, as varied and dense as a spiderweb of a narcissist's interwoven lies; if it was a sentient being, it would require life support, but the composition of polymer, glass, and complicated innards worked as intended, and she never saw reason to replace it so long as it continued to function faithfully. What was more inconceivable is that not once had she garnered even the slightest scratch or cut from the battered and beaten screen when she deftly swiped and tapped across it with the bare fingers of her gloved hand. She was going to do far more than simply accept the party invite. She was going to give herself thirty seconds to see what she could transfer to her own vision - if possible at all, but after accepting the invite and adjusting her settings to display the most pertinent information on the first screen she'd see upon glancing, she'd put it away and then...
Tend to thegun-toting teenager. It might be slightly different if he had picked up something like a hatchet or a sword - those were far less likely to hurt someone if you kept them in the belt ring or sheath, but she could see the imprint of the firearms in his waistband; the problem with that was that, aside from looking like he might not have spare magazines for them, he didn't pluck a holster for them, either. A gun's holster was like a sword's sheath - kept it safe, easier to draw, clean, and clear from obstructions while not pressing into you (as much, admittedly) if you bent to a certain degree. If they didn't have internal hammers, that could also cause a bit of concern, so she'd just have to be the helpful big sister still, wouldn't she?
"Nick, right?" Tabby piped up, smiling wide and holding a hand out to the boy - which was her obvious motion to let Taylor free from her grasp. "The name's Tabitha - feel free ta call me Tabby if we're fixin'a be friends. Can't help but notice ya didn't pick any holsters or extra rounds for them sidearms you got tucked away. You need help with pickin' it all out?"
Even when engaging someone new, she was still aware that she had her arms linked around both Lilianan and Taylor, though she, at this point, was letting him go. Liliana seemed less keen to alight herself from her company, and as long as it kept the girl calm, she'd be happy to allow it. If it kept her calm in this kind of odd situation, then it was worth doing for now. Of course, that didn't mean she could hold the girl's hand when they got into a fight - doubly so if Nick wasn't taught how to fight, either. They'd have to figure out something for when somethin' wicked their way came, and since she could be considered a frontline fighter out of anything as far as roles went, it might end up behooving her to discuss it with Leon later...
As far as Charity went, depending on how her skills worked, she could be either or. Only reason she was considering Leon was the fact that his abilities seemed to run with the use of firearms and that honkin' hulking rotary "to whom it may concern-inator," and if he was primarily going to be using it, he'd have to be at least as far back as at least twenty meters for the grenade to prime... Though she was getting into specifics she wouldn't have to concern herself too terribly much about at that point, and she couldn't remember if that was too short of a distance or not. Either way, there had to be folks who weren't part of the party's vanguard, and those two would have to be set far back enough that they wouldn't end up getting turned into tutorial beastie food.
As if waiting for his response, with her phone back in her hand for only a moment, she'd use the System itself to shoot a private message to Charity:
much as I wanna trust the group, we should keep some things to ourselves, and since ya seem trustworthy, I'm pickin you: what else did the elves have to say? also, i think the system might let us keep info in our sight like a video game heads-up display, and we should test it out.
(Sorry, kinda short. Didn't get everyone - I'm just trying to get a post out to keep up with the group.)
Kyrenka
ManofManyRoles
aaaaaaaand immediately she had her out! Two more people - one being an absolutely adorable non-human and another who had responded to Liliana's apparent invite, which was technically two "outs" to be specific. The second was more of a hazard, too, which meant that keen attention would have to be placed on the issue at hand - .... after she had read the note that she was given which was penned by their mute friend Charity. There were already many things that she had to give her attention to both plain and covert, so she'd read the note while she juggled her other tasks. The first, namely, being the issue of party invites. From a pouch on the backside of her hip near her tailbone, Tabby whipped out her phone... Her poor phone, which state she didn't even seem to pay mind to. It was an older Android model and looked like it had war stories that would make Leon pale, even though it was just her being clumsy with tech. Dings, dents, scrapes, and chips that were missing from its polymer backing gave way to an abhorrent sprawling crack across its face, as varied and dense as a spiderweb of a narcissist's interwoven lies; if it was a sentient being, it would require life support, but the composition of polymer, glass, and complicated innards worked as intended, and she never saw reason to replace it so long as it continued to function faithfully. What was more inconceivable is that not once had she garnered even the slightest scratch or cut from the battered and beaten screen when she deftly swiped and tapped across it with the bare fingers of her gloved hand. She was going to do far more than simply accept the party invite. She was going to give herself thirty seconds to see what she could transfer to her own vision - if possible at all, but after accepting the invite and adjusting her settings to display the most pertinent information on the first screen she'd see upon glancing, she'd put it away and then...
Tend to thegun-toting teenager. It might be slightly different if he had picked up something like a hatchet or a sword - those were far less likely to hurt someone if you kept them in the belt ring or sheath, but she could see the imprint of the firearms in his waistband; the problem with that was that, aside from looking like he might not have spare magazines for them, he didn't pluck a holster for them, either. A gun's holster was like a sword's sheath - kept it safe, easier to draw, clean, and clear from obstructions while not pressing into you (as much, admittedly) if you bent to a certain degree. If they didn't have internal hammers, that could also cause a bit of concern, so she'd just have to be the helpful big sister still, wouldn't she?
"Nick, right?" Tabby piped up, smiling wide and holding a hand out to the boy - which was her obvious motion to let Taylor free from her grasp. "The name's Tabitha - feel free ta call me Tabby if we're fixin'a be friends. Can't help but notice ya didn't pick any holsters or extra rounds for them sidearms you got tucked away. You need help with pickin' it all out?"
Even when engaging someone new, she was still aware that she had her arms linked around both Lilianan and Taylor, though she, at this point, was letting him go. Liliana seemed less keen to alight herself from her company, and as long as it kept the girl calm, she'd be happy to allow it. If it kept her calm in this kind of odd situation, then it was worth doing for now. Of course, that didn't mean she could hold the girl's hand when they got into a fight - doubly so if Nick wasn't taught how to fight, either. They'd have to figure out something for when somethin' wicked their way came, and since she could be considered a frontline fighter out of anything as far as roles went, it might end up behooving her to discuss it with Leon later...
As far as Charity went, depending on how her skills worked, she could be either or. Only reason she was considering Leon was the fact that his abilities seemed to run with the use of firearms and that honkin' hulking rotary "to whom it may concern-inator," and if he was primarily going to be using it, he'd have to be at least as far back as at least twenty meters for the grenade to prime... Though she was getting into specifics she wouldn't have to concern herself too terribly much about at that point, and she couldn't remember if that was too short of a distance or not. Either way, there had to be folks who weren't part of the party's vanguard, and those two would have to be set far back enough that they wouldn't end up getting turned into tutorial beastie food.
As if waiting for his response, with her phone back in her hand for only a moment, she'd use the System itself to shoot a private message to Charity:
much as I wanna trust the group, we should keep some things to ourselves, and since ya seem trustworthy, I'm pickin you: what else did the elves have to say? also, i think the system might let us keep info in our sight like a video game heads-up display, and we should test it out.
(Sorry, kinda short. Didn't get everyone - I'm just trying to get a post out to keep up with the group.)
Kyrenka
ManofManyRoles
