If you don't know what this is yet lurk moar, you'll be averting your eyes in no time. Now where were we?
We last left off with the party barging on in a very irate Kiynen who has recently laid a clutch of 5 eggs and is still sensitive about it. Still, no one died in the process and Addy seems to have sworn fealty to them,... whatever that's about. So we return to the party,... who has already split up with Tracy venturing to Cardashil to try and find a lead on the elvenniggers who keep jacking their shit. Infernius has been assisting Slovenia in felling trees and reinforcing the outer wall of Durpistan. Torcuil has been getting bantzed by Snek, and a bunch of stuff I'm probably forgetting and will get shit on reminded of.
With no further adieu,....
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Tracy begins by scouting the city in stealth, taking inventory of her active cards, and keeping a wide radius from any Shazbots.
>>66674Outside the city there's the consistent line of entrants, however the line is moging MUCH more slowly, and in fact several of those in line have taken to carrying bedrolls and small tent structures.
>"I'M BORED"
"Well why don't you find something to do rather than BITCH ENDLESSLY"
>"Well what are you doing?"
"Currently? Heading to the tavern to try and get information"
>"I'm coming"
"Fine, but don't shoot anyone"
>>66675She decides to turn invisible and slowly gravitates towards the front of the line, hoping to listen in on any changes to security.
As she does so, she checks her cards to see if they're still valid.
>>66677Toward the front of the line, several of those in line are arguing with the entrance attendants. Apparently now that there isn't a warehouse full of nasty undead things to placate, Cardashil has gotten more picky about who (and why) new entrants are accepted. This has not been taken well by many of the petitioners.
>>66678"Well buck this.." Tracy curses silently, solemnly promising herself that she'll never wait in another line again.
Still invisible, she circles around the perimeter of the dome, searching for any new hazards before she cuts her way in.
[1d20+21 = 33]>>66679Rolling Search to examine the architecture, I guess.
>>66676Meanwhile, Torcuil and Snek arrive at the tavern, which tho sparsely occupied (its the middle of the day!), has a few chatty older fellows.
>>66680Tracy discovers a hidden door, recently installed. It has a small message carved into it. It says "Oh FFS go inside, the party is on friendly terms with Cardashil Xp"
>>66681Tracy makes her way into the city, activating her mask to disguise herself as Gorplemonger while remaining invisible (because why not?).
She trots deeper into the city in stealth, avoiding bots and becoming familiar with notable locations, observing her phone-thing for guidance.
She looks for one of the teleportation gates.
>>66682Is there any particular area she is looking for? She has access to all the common areas of the city, as well as the domiciles of the individuals who's IDs she appropriated.
>>66681Torc heads over to the most populated table of the tavern, and begins to talk with the men.
Meanwhile, Snek tries a shot of everything the tavern has.
>>66683Is there an information kiosk?She breaks into Gorplemonger's apartment and takes all of his stuff.
"That fat ass from earlier mentioned something about the museum.. Maybe I should check around there.. I wonder how many levels to this place there are." she wonders to herself, as she helps herself to gaudy clothes.
"Anyway I bet those charcoal weirdos are hiding somewhere deep. I'm gonna need a better card.." she thinks to herself, as she travels towards the shopping district, where she assumes she can find some classier targets.
>>66684Should I have Snek roll a fortitude save, or should I assume that he's gonna keep going till he's fux0red?
Meanwhile, the old timers welcome Torcuil, recognizing him immediately.
>>66685Gorplemonger has absolutely horrible taste in clothes and decor, his belongings are entirely unappealing,... unless ur gay or something. Xp
>>66686Okay then, after determining nothing of value, Tracy decides to look for some place fancier.
Is there a jewelry shop?
>>66687Of course, it has quite the reputation amongst the Shills (that's what I'm calling citizens of Cardashil). Following the directions indicated by the ID, Tracy approaches a large and shiny structure with the name "Jared" in fancy lettering.
>>66688Tracy approaches the shop slowly, still invisible, sizing up the security system before she enters.
[1d20+15 = 27]>>66686Snek's going until he's fucked.
Torc goes ahead and has some friendly conversation with them, not having many friends that are...
similar for lack of a better word. Though he's really listening the most when the topic turns to big events around the port, or stories of foriegn lands.
>>66689The security seems minimal, as though there's robots with flammenwerfers running around outside.
>>66690Snek succeeds.
"Foreign lands? Can't help 'ye there lad. We've been fishing here our whole lives. I was gonna be an adventurer once, until I took an arrow in the leg. Can't say any of us know what to tell 'ye. There are foreign lands though, that I hearded." the other men nod their heads thoughtfully.
>>66691Torc realizes this was the wrong place to go for this type of information, but sticks around for a while longer.
>>66692"What're ye looking for exactly? Maybe there's something we know, but we're too simple to make the connection?"
>>66691Tracy hides in an alley, and changes her disguise, assuming the likeness of a hoo-man version of herself, in a black dress.
She strides confidently into the shop, checking out the merchandise and taking note of the customers.
She approaches the front desk.
"Hello. Do you carry blood diamonds?"
>>66693"Well, sorry for not making myself clear. I was wondering I anyone knew anything about lands belonging to elves or dwarves for example."
Torc tries to continue, but Snek interrupts with drunk hissing. It only stops once Torc reverts Snek to a staff.
"Sorry about that"
>>66694The cashier looks around nervously. "Why no,... we would never carry conflict diamonds? Why would you ask?" unconvincing smile.
>>66695"Ah, don't sweat it lad. If yer wanting to know about the elves and dwarves, well everyone knows that they've got their own lands beyond the Sil wall.
>>66696"Sil wall? Thank you for the help"
Torc buys a round of drinks and jokes around a bit before heading to the port library.
>>66696"Oh, pardon me; I meant to say
blue diamonds, totally." Tracy says, her tone now hushed
>>66698"Ah yes,
blue diamonds!
ha... ha Yes, of course!" shows display case, "These here have been honestly and legitimately sourced, by little fairies who magic little dew-drops into diamonds, and definitely
not by cruel and abusive slave labor!" the cashier beams.
>>66697"Ah, thank ye lad. But could ye bring back yer snake friends? He's a riot!"
>>66700"Oh I'm sure he'll be back soon"
>>66699"Hmmm, yes, yes.. It's quite difficult to find 'blue' diamonds these days, especially in pairs." Tracy says pompously, her eyes wandering over the display.
Just to get a picture. How many customers are in this shop?
>>66702IDK, 3? Its not a busy day.
>inb4 a defenseless Shill gets roasted
Tracy looks over the diamonds hinting at a vague disappointment.
"Hmmm.. I was looking for something a bit bluer.." she says "Think you could check in the back for a few minutes? I need to call my agent, so I'll be in the ladies room."
And with that, she walks off to the restroom, hiding a confident smile
>>66707After entering the restroom, she finds a stall and activates her ring of invisibility, unless she passes anyone on the way there.
>>66707"Please, take your time."
>>66708No, there is no one in the bathroom
Torc heads to the library and looks for the Sil Wall on a map.
>>66709After becoming invisible, Tracy leaves the restroom, sneaks outside, and approaches one of the other customers.
[1d25 = 6]>>66711Rolling to steal shill's identity.
>>66713After retrieving her prize, Tracy quickly retreats to the restroom and examines its level of access.
>>66713"Oh my, these random pieces of polished unprecious metal are to *die* for!" says the customer, as Tracy swipes her shit.
>>66673"wood horse me need help setting up outpost at sil wall."
>>66716"Odd, you seem less Natsoc than usual,..."
>>66717"it happen when fags power go out."
>>66716"At the
Sil wall? I thought this was going to be a
LOCAL development!" Slovenia is not pleased.
>>66720"oh relax it just watchtower and barracks."
>>66714>>66715"Hmmm.. looks like another dud.. I'm gonna need a bigger fish." Tracy mutters to herself in the stall before leaving the bathroom, this time no longer invisible.
She returns to the front desk.
"Anything of interest in stock?"
>>66721Still slightly offended. "Even so, this will require a significantly greater amount of wood! I swear,...." she mutters going back to her drawing board.
I'm just gonna go ahead and say Torc found a map and now knows the position of the Sil Wall.
He then heads to the airship, preparing it alone while his help is absolutely shitfaced.
>>66722She will need time to ascertain the value of her newest ID, but keeping composure,....
"If our merchandise is not to your preference, is there perhaps a special order you might consider?" the cashier offers, eager to make a sale.
>>66723"uh me will be your friend forever me know you horses like friendship., you will be helping set up the newest addition to nation state."
>>66726"Hmmm.. Only the
bluest diamonds will do. Something with history, if you're willing to provide in a timely fashion.." The pale woman says with mock disinterest
>>66727"I wonder if Infernius would like to come.... Where is he?"
>>66729"Him? I'm sure he's off talking to the Saw hoers," an old fellow offers, 4th-wall-breakingly
>>66728"We do have a... guy... who might have,... 'blue' diamonds like you're requesting. Please check back in a few days." the cashier offers shiftingly.
Slovenia runs off in a huff
>>66731"no wait come back! what me say?"
>>66730"H-how'd you get on my airship?"
Torc freaks out as he finishes the teleportation...
>>66734"I have no idea. As far as I know,...." he says, disappearing entirely.
>>66733Infernius catches a few side comments about "pansies" and "insufferably friendly" and "bitches".as Slovenia retreats to her cabin.
>>66730Tracy's eyes narrows
"A few days, you say.. Well, I would be willing to wait, for the
bluest diamonds."
...
And with that, she leaves the shop, not bothering to put back the card she swiped, but flipping through it, hoping to find anything tha could lead her to a higher access target
"Big fish, big fish..!" She mutters to herself, flipping through social media for any signs of something worth going to
"... Where'd that fatass and her friends hang around..?" she thinks to herself, growing increasingly frustrated, having to handle the small tablet with her floating glove-things.
>>66735*follows slovakia*
"Are all horses this willing to let there countries be taken over?"
>>66735Torc appears about 10ft above the ground inbetween Infernius and sawhoers.
"Why does that keep happening... Hi guys, I was just getting ready to take the airship to the Sil Wall, anyone wanna go?"
>>66737She stops and turns suddenly on Infernius. "Look HERE!" she approaches rapidly and pokes him in the chest with her horn. "I don't know what kind of unicorn you're
used to dealing with, but I'll NOT tolerate that sort of grandstanding! OH!" she says as
>>66738 happens.
>>66739"Am I interrupting something?"
>>66740"Not at all, we're all 'friends' here," Slovenia spits with only a bit of salt in her voice.
>>66741Torc is completely oblivious to the current salt fest
"Anyway, last offer. One free ticket to the Sil Wall, bags fly free. Returning flights are 5gp"
>>66742Slovenia looks from Torcuil to Infernius, and then back to Torcuil. "I do hope you don't expect me to run off on this venture,...." and mutters various things about "friends" and "nice" and "pernicious vermin".
>>66742"i think me said something stupid."
>>66743"look me sorry, me didnt know."
>>66745"Yes. Well! Lets put this behind us then," she says, muttering bits about hugs and feels.
Tracy looks through her phone-thing for any kinds of popular entertainment.
>>66744"So nothing too out of the ordinary old pal?"
>>66743"What venture? I was just heading that way and wanted to know if you guys where interested."
>>66749"Be that as it may, I'm really not suited for adventuring! I tried to be an adventurer once, but I took an arrow to the leg,...."
>>66749"yea, we were just talking about going to sil wall before you teleport here.'
>>66751"Well you don't say?"
>>66750"Think of it as a vacation. Besides, I'm sure we could find some cool woodwork to look at"
>>66750"imagine the different types of trees we find."
>>66748*flips through network pages*
>>66754Karaoke seems quite popular, from what the ID is reporting.
>>66752Her expression is still cross, but she seems to lighten a bit at the thought of different woods to play with.
>>66755"Plus the airship has an open bar if that's your thing. And storage for wood you might wanna bring back."
>>66755Tracy decides to check out the karaoke clubs as her next destination.
She trots off, stealthily.
>>66756"Hmmmm,... well perhaps I may tag along,... but don't expect me to get my hooves bloody!"
>>66758"No, I don't expect bloodshed. Besides, why are you two planning a trip there?"
>>66759"
I was quite content planning the revitalization of Durpistan, but apparently a guard-tower outside the Sil wall is more pressing," Slovenia quips.
>>66757Since its still the afternoon, the Karaoke bars are pretty dead. Still, there's customer service reps available.
>>66760"Leave it to Infernius. If I help you with the Durpistan project will you help him?"
>>66762"The Durpistan
wall project is already finished! The
city however will take quite some time. And while I've never
been to this 'Sil wall', I am quite sure they have their defenses quite in order."
>>66763"you can never have enough defenses."
>>66763"
I meant the city you- nevermind, neither do I know much about the Sil Wall, as I have just learned about it."
>>66764"So sayeth the unnecessarily large bovine,..."
>>66765"Just learned?! Where have
you been?"
>>66766"oh it all necessary." *F L E X*
>>66767She looks at Torcuil as though he's just said something absurd.
>>66768And then looks at Infernius as though he
is absurd.
"The Sil wall is an edifice that was created by several races and societies, to avoid the cruel and oppressive regime of Kefka. Seriously, have you been paying attention at
all?"
Fuck it. I'm losing my mind.
Tracy turns around and decides to use her wand to detect any traces of magick in the shop from earlier. Invisible, in stealth.
>>66769Torc looks away from the butterfly passing by
"Hmmm, what?"
>>66769"me just hit stuff good. me dont pay attention to what shitskins made wall."
>>66770Very faint, almost infanitesimal. Whatever left these traces was meager at best, and not worth consideration.
>>66771"You said,... nevermind."
>>66772"Very well, do hit things when the time comes. I'll supervise,"
When did I become the story-mover? Where the f--- is Thez?! >>66773"yea where is thez?" infernuis says breaking the 4th wall
>>66774"Probably stewing in the tower, since she's been put on the back-burner,..." mutters an irate voice from way up where the Tower sits now.
>>66773"Nah I'm fucking with ya. So do you want me to bring the airship here or can you take your stuff there?"
>>66775"maybe she wants to come to."
Tracy goes to the Kareoke bar with a crude, mouth-drawn, crayon drawing of a blue robed man in a yellow hat (who she's totally seen before) and inquires the staff about the guy.
"Hey, ever seen a like this hanging anywhere around here?"
>>66778"SpaZ? Hell YEAH I've seen him! He brings in LOTS of clients!"
>>66779"Oh, so you say. Is he a regular?"
>>66780"Are you kidding? Every night that fool would show up here! Deep pockets too, he'd buy drinks for EVERYbody. Ain't no one around here who DON'T know the SpaZ!" the clerk says, giggling.
>>66781"Oh, I've wanted to see him in person. Does he have a time I could expect to see him? I'd like to be
very first one to meet him. I'm a big fan you see."
>>66782"You know, its funny. He stopped showing up a couple days ago,... right around the time those weirdos made news come to think of it. You heard of 'em, those faggots who the goverment is all keen on. Anyway, I really hope to see him again, cuz my tips," he makes a Whewwwww gesture.
>>66783(Tracy is still disguised as a hoo-man, btw)
"~Awww.. that's too bad. I really hoped to see him. Well, I'll come around some time this week; I'd like to meet him at least once.
...Say, those guys in the news.. what'd the government say about them?"
>>66784"Also, where's 0the best place to live around here? Somewhere where you can get the best service if you're willing to pay through the nose."
>Is still disguised as a well-dressed, fancy hoo-man actress >>66784"I don't know, I can't into politics, I just heard there was some dudes. As far as the government's stance, That Bitch seems to think they're pretty cool. She keeps advertizing a tell-all expose` (ppv of course)."
*eats all the pretzels at the bar*
>>66787*eats some anti-jew bacon*
>>66785The guy snaps out of a trance, as though lost in thought for a moment. "Yeah sorry, I'm not into realty ladu."
>>66789Tracy leaves frustrated.
*asks phone*
"Ciri. Search five star hotels."
Torc considers slapping the comatose unicorn
>>66791Slovenia rolls her eyes while boarding the airship, with an obvious assortment of quips at her disposal but neglecting for some reason.
>>66790"Searching. . .
Totally Not the Hotel From Ghostbusters
rated 'If u really wanna stay at a 5star hotel then this is what ur getting' on yelp."
>>66792Tracy follows the directions to the hotel and continues her search for the thieving mage named "SpaZ".
>>66792"The hot tub and beds are over there, I will be your pilot today, and drinks will be served at two thousand feet. Infernius, you on?"
>>66793She once again goes to the front desk and presents her crayon sketch
"Have you seen this man?"
>>66796"Well that's, uh, a yes I assume. Well, time for take off"
Torc assumes his position at the helm and sets off for the wall
>>66795>>66797*Taps desk bell autistically*
>>66800"... yeeAhhh?!" says a young clerk coming back from a side-room, with an irritated look.
>>66801"Hello, have you seen this
>>66797 man?"
>>66802"Uh, yeeAhhh,... what ABOUT him?"
She clearly has better things to do than answer Tracy's questions,... at least that's her perception of things.
>>66803"Oh yes, I had a delivery for a customer by the name of SpaZ, but he's proven more difficult to find than expected. Perhaps he gave the an incorrect address?"
>>66804"Oh SPAZ?" gushes,... bla bla bla, Tracy goes to Spaz' place as directed by the person.
The exchange involves Tracy bluffing against the cashier/CSR, but has her pretending to be a supplier to Spaz (who apparently has VERY fine taste)
[1d20+21 = 30]>>66806Tracy thanks the clerk and makes her way to the room as directed, slowly and stealthily, changing her disguise to that of a petite delivery girl.
Before touching it, she carefully examines the door.
Listen check to hear into the room.
Torc begins to sing a shanty, but finds it isn't as fun with Snek on his back and not yelling at him for shitty taste.
>>66807Not hearing anything, Tracy busts her way in and ransacks the place.
[1d20+24 = 30]>>66809Rolling to search the room for clues
>>66809"Uhm miss, that's not,...." says the attendant.
Still, Tracy has a weird itch in her backside and is killing and destroying things. Don't act surprised, she does this every so often.
pausing momentarily, Tracy allows ppl to eyeball the picture.
"Yeah! I seen that faggot!" shouts a voice from the back
>>66812Tracy turns towards the voice and cocks a fake eyebrow (she's still in disguise).
>>66813She seeks out the source of the voice.
>>66813And as Tracy does so, she lays eyes upon a thing so horrible, so unmentionable, that I dare not mention it mentions mention.
>>66814Mention
"'E was SHORT!" says a short, shrouded lady.
>>66815"That he was.." Tracy says, looking down at the short lady
"Seen 'em recently?"
>>66816"Nah, but there be a girly who dun see 'im!" cackles the(a) lady.
"Hear he see her real FINE," bweh bweh bweh caclkes the lady.
>>66817Tracy's eyes narrow.
"Hmm.. so that's the way it is.. any idea where I could find this girl?"
>>66818"That one there,...." the lady says. "He was,... nice," the bartender says, her gaze dropping.
>>66819Tracy teurns her head, wondering who the bartender is referring to.
"... I don't know, but this may help?"
she offers Tracy s piece of paper.
>>66821Tracy reads the slip of paper.
>>66822Paper reads: "Gurl u like fire. I wanna warm my"
blah blah, its lame. Dood was trying to move on the bartender and she liked it e_e.
So basically, broham (the midgit) made a habit of rotating around the area. He'd pop up here, and there, and then over there, like on patrol or something.
>>66823Tracy is now royally frustrated, clenching the piece of paper in her claw-hand.
"... So.. you say he makes rounds around the area? Any chance I might meet him around here again sometime this week?"
Torc notices the staff on his back is rumbling a bit, so he throws it on the deck in front of him.
"A shot of everything?"
>"Never again"
"We'll see how long that lasts"
A very hungover snake then droops his head over the side of the ship.
>>66824... Anyway.
Having found absolutely no clues on her first day of investigation, Tracy retreats to the ap
artent of one of the "missing" shills she robbed, hoping to have better luck the next day.
>>66829*Snek involuntary pukes on Infernius*
Without further ado, Tracy is currently situated somewhere in Cardashil. Actually, she's asleep in Durpitan, but Infernius did a thing with an Astral Projection spell cuz she asked. Confused? So am I.
Meanwhile Infernius is covered in vomit, having chosen to grapple a highly hung-over Snek. There's other stuff happening, but atm that's the main bits of info.
>>66837Tracy has cleaned out her 6 gorillionth shill apartment and found nothing of value.
She's currently wandering the streets of Cardashil, disguised as a hoo-man.
>>66838She checks one of her stolen IDs, for any significant events going on in areas she has access to.
>>66837*cleans vomit off of self*
*then i step on snek*
>>66840Snek pukes again, his pistol wavering in the air inaccurately.
>>66841"Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."
>>66842>"That's... That's what you get you... You... You... walking hamburger"And Snek returns to his position of hanging his head off the ship
>>66839None of her new IDs seem to give her greater access than she already had. Cardashil doesn't seem to have much in the way of private property, in that everyone in the city is technically employed by the city. Oh they have knick-knacks and such, but nothing is particularly useful for a murder hoers.
>>66844[Disappointed bandit noises]
"This city is overrated..." Tracy groans as she wanders through the shopping district, having found nothing worth stealing.
>>66843"you lucky me not throw you off."
>>66844Tracy looks through the social media function for person's of interest (people with a lot of followers), hoping to find someone she might be able to swipe a higher level card from.
>>66846"Can you stop picking a fight with my pet?"
>>66847Oh there's PLENTY to read. Ever seen Gawker? Not lately, that's for sure. Xp
>>66849Tracy gets frustrated and leaves the city, having found nothing worth stabbing.
She slashes a giant holes in the dome and waltzs through it, not bothering to close it up behind her.
Then she trots through the woods all the way home.
>>66850And she trots all the way home, stabbing anything unlucky enough to cross her path.
>>66850As she is doing so GM realizes that Astral Projection was improperly applied, and with a sudden and jarring jolt, she feels propelled through the air and indeed the fabric of the planes, and finds herself waking in Durpistan. Immediately her ears twitch, as she is greeted to the sound of 2 startled birbs, and a very excitable Adeline.
>>66852Tracy groans as if hung over, and proceeds to brush her birds, frustration clearly visible on her face.
>>66854>"YOU *puke* WOT *puke* M8"Does the airship have a brig? Preferably with two cells?
>>66853Tracy wakes up to find that Infernius and Torc are gone, and proceeds to prowl around the woods surrounding the area.
>>66853"Didja sleep well?" Addy says, clinging precariously to the ceiling.
>>66855Not a designated brig, but I'm sure one could be improvised
>>66857Tracy just groans in response, her eyes seeming even more heavy-lidded and dreary than usual.
>>66858Addy ignores her expression. "I think thats the first time I've ever seen you sleep! For a while I thought you might be some kind of zombie," she says with a slightly silly look on her face
>>66859"Yeah, I get that a lot..." Tracy says, wiping the scum from her eyes on her coat
"Anything happen while I was out?" She asks, as she trots over to the window
Suddenly Tracy finds herself being torn apart by arcane energy, how interesting.
Oh and Addy too.
After a delay of about, oh 30 seconds they find themselves sitting on the deck of the ship.
"Hello there"
>>66860"Not really," she seems sad for a minute. "Sammy and Bunnbunn don't remember me tho. They get all scared when I try and ride on them. They used to... oh well. What'cha gonna do?"
>>66861"WOW that was cool! How'd you do it! That was totally different than how mom does it!" Addy is suddenly quite distracted and curious about Torcuil.
>>66862"I hate being teleported..!" Tracy groans as she dry heaves
"Where is this thing headed?"
>>66862"Uh, magic?"
>>66863"Please join the oversized worm. We're heading to the Sil Wall to find some potential allies, or enemies. Depends if Snek interrupts any negotiations and shit."
"What in the pilers' bleeding ass is going on?!" Slovenia shouts from another section of the deck. Apparently, she was quite surprised at having been brought along.
>>66866"Ah Solvania, nice to hear from you. Don't you remember agreeing to this voyage?"
>>66865Tracy puts on a face that seems torn between anxiety and fatigue, looking around nervously and alternating between 3-4 hooves.
"I.. I just just wanna stab something..."
>>66867"Is THAT what this is? I had no idea it involved being ripped into pieces and re-assembled," she says, still visibly startled.
Tracy raids the mini-fridge.
>>66869>>66867"Why'd you bring her anyway?"
>>66871"It was Infernius' idea back when we left on this shitstorm"
>>66872[Pent-up serial killer noises]
>>66871Slovenia's eyes eventually rest on the airship's extensive cannon array, and with a look of absolute intrigue wanders off toward.
>>66875"Be careful, one broke off"
"What's that?" Addy says pointing, having wandered to the bow of the ship. In the direction she's indicating, vague shapes can be seen moving along the top of the gradually approaching wall.
>>66875Tracy sharpens her knives to such a degree that one of them would cleave the ship in two if she ever dropped it, as she waits for the ship to land..
"... It's been too long...!" She mutters to herself, with a bit of a twitch
>>66877"get inside those things could be dangerous."
