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Nodding in assent, Thoryne glances at Yung <Agreed. First we go down, then I'll rig a little something from below. The shaft should contain some of the more lethal explosion away from these miserable souls...> he indicates with a twitch toward the filthy onlookers, speaking quietly into comms to pre...

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"Now that's what I'm talkin' about!" Thoryne exclaims, invigorated by the sudden escalation of violence as Axels drones activate their combat prowess in tandem. He'd privately wondered if the amount of fussing and effort Axel had put into dragging the large bots-in-bags all the way down a...

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Shouldering his AK-98, Thoryne stands tall on the foredeck as he surveys the landfall, scanning past the beach and along the outcroppings of rock and scree fields that dot their way along the coast. "Okay, " he says to Taipan, "I'll take the landward flank. That'll keep a clear line o...

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Playing into the menacing atmosphere, Thoryne leans forward into the shaft of light descending the gloom from the doorway above. He dons a torturer's smile as the chainsaw blade that is his arm begins to slowly turn and grate along its frame. "Oh, it won't be too much effort, 'mano... But it mi...

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Familiar with the cat and mouse game of a high stakes boarding party, Thoryne's nerves are ice cool as the Kuroikaze approach. A long, slow inhalation creeps in through his nostrils, regulating his heartbeat and flooding tense muscles with oxygen rich blood. In the darkness beneath his musty canvas ...

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Thoryne lumbers out of the Roadmaster, contorting himself to fit through the door. The chassis shifts as its relieved of his considerable bulk. He's closer to the ocean now-- he can feel it. Closer to the familiar. The waters of California are not unknown to him and he's anxious to return; to be in ...

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Thoryne reaches into the duffel and extracts a pair of chem-lights, which he tucks beneath the breast of his armored vest before donning a headlamp himself. The two cylinders poke out like plastic cigar tubes, ready and accessible. He hefts the duffel like a mailbag and makes his way among the compa...

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"I suppose that means we'll be poppin' out his arsehole at the other end, eh?" Thoryne grunts to Noah, leaning back against the hood of the vehicle, crossing his arms. He stares intently at the looming darkness for a moment, working his tongue along a fang that peeks wickedly from the cor...

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Thoryne simply grunts in response to the unfolding drama. No stranger to working with uncouth and ill-tempered sailors, it all seems like par for the course to the troll. Things had been progressing too well-- this was bound to happen sooner or later. For his part, he's just grateful it was a keeb f...

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Thoryne barely notices the opulence of the train as he follows the team toward the viewing car. Or, more specifically, it doesn't register to him that others might view the setting as such. If anything, the smell of hardwood polish and upholstery spray tang of his childhood spent in lonely corridors...

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((Posting this here now, unfinished, just to keep it concurrent. Screaming baby and a sick 1st grader making it v. hard to write this week! This is purely an introspective RP post and wont affect anything in this scene so please continue on, I will fill it in when able)) Thoryne groans inwardly at ...

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Thoryne hums good naturedly to himself as he works, occasionally whistling snippets of a melody as he reaches for a pair of pliers or exchanges a metal file for a soldering iron. The tune is hard to follow, being quiet, made more so that it appears to ebb and flow between various compositions, sound...

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Thoryne straps in and relaxes into the jump seat, visually checking over his teammates as he works the buckles tight. Despite a conspicuous amount of dark crimson spotting half of their uniforms, the team is all accounted for and appear ship-shape and combat ready. Satisfied, and genuinely impressed...

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Thoryne's bulk nearly fills the gateway as he leans into a lynchgate post, stabilizing his rifle with the extra point of contact. He trains his sights on the fleeing Smile, leading his target as the figure limps away in haste. Were the man to turn and look behind him, he would witness three quick po...

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Thoryne wastes no time, having anticipated the welcome opportunity to send some ordinance down range. His jack-o-lantern grin splits wider as he steadies his weapon, tongue plugged to one side as he adjusts for windage and elevation, fixated on the space across the bridge beneath the lychgate. "...

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Thoryne's craggy features fissure into a lop-sided grin, his tongue clucking in appreciation of Akela's proffered gifts as the man approaches. He extends a prodigious hand and the grenades ting softly as they drop into the hardened metal of his open palm. "Now where'd a smooth cheeked fellow li...

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Thoryne steps from the Vantichrist, his AK-98 held high in presentation he quickly pans the area, half-crouched for cover behind a flagging rear door. Dry springs squawk behind him as the suspension rebounds in relief. "Nice driving, kid." he calls out. "Kinda puts a new spin on getti...

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Thoryne peers down at Mouse, who barely reaches his hip. His gaze wanders to the diminutive pistol clutched in her hands. A fanged grin materializes on his rugged features. "Well I for one feel much safer." The troll lifts his considerably larger gun-- a heavily customized AK-98-- and slam...

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Thoryne spits out a wad of snuff and leans against the van, causing it to pitch precariously for a moment before settling back down. He squints up into the rain. His voice is a grumble on the comm channel, like a blender full of granite marbles. << I know we're trying to do this thing low-key, but I...

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Thoryne steps out of the van and into the rain, his boots squelching in the mud. The glow from the van's headlights render him nothing more than a Troll-shaped shadow. His gaze sweeps over the ruined façade of the chemical plant, which is composed of a palette of cold colors in his thermographic vis...

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Thoryne grunts an acknowledgement as he knocks back the remainder of his glass, holding its contents on his tongue a moment before swallowing deeply. ”Good to go, amigo.” he intones in a smooth baritone that sounds to have been matured in the same oak casks as the rich brown liquor that lubricates h...

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Thoryne lingers in the rear of the group, feeling very out of place amid the strobing light and the din that is Johnny Nuclear. Feeling a bit more confident in his land-legs, the troll approaches the bar and orders a rum-triple. As the bartender swings into action, Thoryne eyes the bar stools warily...

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Thoryne sucks at a tooth, enjoying the slight background buzz as the tobacco-cannabis compounds in his snuff mix enter his bloodstream with a calming, focused effect. He listens passively to the ritual exchange of offer/counter-offer, content to leave the detailed dealings to the quick tongued and u...

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Better to be the boot. The image on the surface wobbles, momentarily disturbed as the fluid palpitates, excited and wakeful at the stimulus. Probing and greedy in its single-mindedness to engorge and envelop, it stretches, rippling, touching, infiltrating, taking the sole into itself so that it may...

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Loki lashes out at the mind of the third convoy truck driver, focusing his arcane manipulations into a single thought: Abandon this vehicle!

((influence F4, repeat on other occupant when able))

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Acknowledging Anon's signal, Loki prepares a second incantation amid the maelstrom of sustained arcane energy. His teeth are bared in a wolffish grin, still able to enjoy the taunting effects of their combined magics despite the level of concentration required to momentarily split his talents and re...

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Biting at the corner of his thumbnail, Loki's stony countenance is held in the approaching headlights for a few moments. Closing his eyes, Loki.. feels . The dry air is distinctly colder by night, and seems to vibrate with emotional intensity in these last minutes before the convoy arrives. As Loki ...

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Loki's normally good humor creeps back into his demeanor as he imagines the ploy Anon is suggesting. "I like your style, elf." he says, grinning now. From the floor of the van, Grimey looks up at him, seeming to sense the change of his companions disposition. The black weasel is bent posse...

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Loki's eyes flick to Anon before going soft, unfocused, peering into somewhere beyond the here and now. He mutters softly, "Mucking about...that's about how I'd describe it." For a moment he is silent, wondering just how much he need share with the elf. Every 'runner has a few skeletons, t...

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The rattling of dusty windows and the tin-can orchestra of the passing Americar wake Loki abruptly from his dozing, like some overly enterprising neighbor taking out the recycling with a leaf blower. A small metal hip flask balanced upon his chest tips momentarily, trickling some of its contents dow...

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Loki shares a knowing look with Anon, his eyes glinting with amusement and and tinge of mischief.

"I can think of a way or two," he says lightly. "But you have a point. Maybe we should plan for extra measures, just in case."

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Rubbing at his tender collarbone, Loki's grimace follows Yuri as the dicey Russian crabs away to attend to whichever private business he claimed needed doing. Probably a load of drek. No doubt that stated business included spying in on the incongruous team of suckers via trid-feed as they hashed out...

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Loki scratches at a whisker shadowed cheek, weighing the offered nuyen against the risky implications of the hit and run. Heavy on his mind are the deeper implications -and repercussions- of the talents that surfaced within him, quite suddenly and unintentionally, in the near past. His initial fear ...

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With his hands busily checking over his weapon, Loki's eyes shift between the two men, slide toward the voices behind the door, and flick back to his Smartgun as his refreshed clip slams home with a click. A last nervous jerk and the the reciever spring returns, seating a round within the guns multi...

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With his back pressed hard to the wall behind him, Loki winces as gunshots report loudly from the hallway adjacent. A stray bullet wings the doorframe inches from his head, sprinkling bits of paint and wood splinters onto his boot tops. More shots echo in chorus up the stairwell from the ground floo...

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