Post by aardvarklord on Jan 11, 2017 13:19:13 GMT -5
While Dakka might have appreciated the compliment from Morgan, but as the group came closer to the city he started get a little more nervous, and tended to spend most of their time approaching the city muttering random stories under his breath. He very obviously wasn't talking to anyone, and in fact when one of the other soldiers asked him, "Are you talking to yourself, Rabalius?" he promptly replied, "Kind of. I'm talking so I can not think about the lunacy of going into the undercity." More so than the others, he knew the sort of dangers they were about to be trudging into, and he realized pretty quickly that he was having an easier time seeing than the others. Not because his eyes were immune to the fumes (through the gasmask) or some nonsense like that, he was just more accustomed to this sort of thing. Still, anyone looking at him could see him shivering a little bit and he seemed to peek down any holes they passed, expecting to find a mutant any time they weren't looking. "By the Emperor's diamond-plated trousers, if momma could see me now she would have chained me to the radiator. I mean for reasons other than spankings."
If someone wanted to talk with him as they walked, he would have been more than happy to, but otherwise he focused on just muttering what sounded to be just a single story that didn't seem to have any rhyme or reason to it. He started with a young boy working in the factory, and he gradually started progressing through to the kid falling in love with a Necron and moving on from there with about the reason one would expect. When told to move up, he was still in the midst of that story, "...and it was then that dear Johny's beloved evolved into a beautiful tyrannid butterfly--alright coming--so then he picked up the chainsword and charged the filthy chaos hordes and... ah the story can wait." With that he took the lead and started trying to lead them up, using the map where he could but not always following it. He was constantly watching for shortcuts or elevators or anything of the like that they could use to get into the upper levels. "Should point out that I've never been this far down. I got a general idea of how it all works, but don't expect an expert's guide. You'd need someone far less pretty for that. Mutant levels of pretty."
The sight of mutants had him jumpy and nervous, and he no doubt made Lynn (and the others) a little nervous whenever he swung his grenade launcher to face the targets. However, he didn't pull the trigger, and even found himself surprised by how nervous the freaks were. Of course, he wasn't about to complain. Eventually, the map came to one chamber that looked to lead into one of the big furnaces powering the machinery above and he immediately stopped, saying, "Woah! Nope. Nope we are NOT going in there. Anything looking for warmth is going to be cuddling up to the furnace and let me tell you that anything that needs the warmth of a furnace is not something you want to deal with. Just ask poor Uncle Benny. Well. If you could ask him." With that he started peering around for a side-route, and noticed a ladder leading up to a catwalk above the section. Well, it was a catwalk, but it was the sort of catwalk you were supposed to carry heavy traffic, more of a suspended road really. "Ah, that'll do. Nice, clear transport roadway, perfect for a large group like this. If nothing else we'll be able to see any mutants or whatever else coming."
Unless anyone rose issue, he would go ahead and lead the group up the ladder, shouldering his grenade launcher and instead keeping his autopistol close at hand. The climb up was a bit long, but nothing too extravagant, and even with this short change he personally noticed clearer air. Well, he noticed it, but the others would probably think it just as mucky and foul as always. The catwalk creaked a little bit, but no more than the rest of the city's equipment, and it didn't seem to notice the newcomers. Like he'd suspected, there were a few inactive vehicles on it, though in such a state of disrepair that they'd probably make the tech priestess cry. Of course, if he had the keys, he'd be able to make them work without issue. But he didn't. So he couldn't. Too bad, so sad. "Yeah, this looks about right. If we're lucky, there should be a lift somewhere down the way that we can take up a few levels. Not expecting it to be working, but I'd prefer climbing to checking my shoulder for mutants. And we DO want to be going up, right? Right?"
If someone wanted to talk with him as they walked, he would have been more than happy to, but otherwise he focused on just muttering what sounded to be just a single story that didn't seem to have any rhyme or reason to it. He started with a young boy working in the factory, and he gradually started progressing through to the kid falling in love with a Necron and moving on from there with about the reason one would expect. When told to move up, he was still in the midst of that story, "...and it was then that dear Johny's beloved evolved into a beautiful tyrannid butterfly--alright coming--so then he picked up the chainsword and charged the filthy chaos hordes and... ah the story can wait." With that he took the lead and started trying to lead them up, using the map where he could but not always following it. He was constantly watching for shortcuts or elevators or anything of the like that they could use to get into the upper levels. "Should point out that I've never been this far down. I got a general idea of how it all works, but don't expect an expert's guide. You'd need someone far less pretty for that. Mutant levels of pretty."
The sight of mutants had him jumpy and nervous, and he no doubt made Lynn (and the others) a little nervous whenever he swung his grenade launcher to face the targets. However, he didn't pull the trigger, and even found himself surprised by how nervous the freaks were. Of course, he wasn't about to complain. Eventually, the map came to one chamber that looked to lead into one of the big furnaces powering the machinery above and he immediately stopped, saying, "Woah! Nope. Nope we are NOT going in there. Anything looking for warmth is going to be cuddling up to the furnace and let me tell you that anything that needs the warmth of a furnace is not something you want to deal with. Just ask poor Uncle Benny. Well. If you could ask him." With that he started peering around for a side-route, and noticed a ladder leading up to a catwalk above the section. Well, it was a catwalk, but it was the sort of catwalk you were supposed to carry heavy traffic, more of a suspended road really. "Ah, that'll do. Nice, clear transport roadway, perfect for a large group like this. If nothing else we'll be able to see any mutants or whatever else coming."
Unless anyone rose issue, he would go ahead and lead the group up the ladder, shouldering his grenade launcher and instead keeping his autopistol close at hand. The climb up was a bit long, but nothing too extravagant, and even with this short change he personally noticed clearer air. Well, he noticed it, but the others would probably think it just as mucky and foul as always. The catwalk creaked a little bit, but no more than the rest of the city's equipment, and it didn't seem to notice the newcomers. Like he'd suspected, there were a few inactive vehicles on it, though in such a state of disrepair that they'd probably make the tech priestess cry. Of course, if he had the keys, he'd be able to make them work without issue. But he didn't. So he couldn't. Too bad, so sad. "Yeah, this looks about right. If we're lucky, there should be a lift somewhere down the way that we can take up a few levels. Not expecting it to be working, but I'd prefer climbing to checking my shoulder for mutants. And we DO want to be going up, right? Right?"