Storms of Steel and Diesel - A Mad Maxian RP (Started; PM if Interested)

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"Well then. I guess it just can't be helped," Said the elder gentleman who happened to have rather a swollen eye. "Me and my boy'll make sure to conclude out business as soon as possible!" Having a look at the younger of the pair, something about them, didn't seem quite right to Katsu; but she couldn't give precise reason as to what. Was it the way they looked? They way they acted? Or the colour of their hair?

Such questions would have to go unanswered for now, as the elder gentleman approached her. "You there, young lass," He gestured towards him with a wave of his hand. She carefully approached. "do this old man a favour and show me 'round town, eh?" He then pointed to his swollen eye. "I'm afraid my sight isn't quite as it used to be." Katsu had a look at his other eye, it appeared to be functional enough, not as badly beaten as his swollen eye. "After all, we wouldn't want to outgrow our welcome, eh deputy?" He asked with the biggest smug looking grin Katsu had seen in a while.

"Hope's I'm not inconveniencing ye with my request, lass." He said, looking back towards Katsu. "Name's Eddie, and the boy behind me's Rasp. Thought it polite to mention. Introductions always come first, ye?"

"Katsu. And no, no trouble at all; though I will admit, my knowledge of this settlement may not be as in-depth as one of the locals here, as I have only been in town for a couple of days." Katsu then had another look at this Rasp that was standing behind Eddie. They looked to be completely topless, their modesty being protected by what looked like body paint that had partially flaked off, revealing a somewhat svelte body underneath. This mystery was getting stranger.

"So, shall we begin?"

< Rasp >

She supposed that it was largely a matter of ingrained habit at that point that had her sticking to Eddies side. Of course, that wasn't discounting the fact that she was still a little worried about him: He was still pretty badly beaten, after all. Even knowing he likely had to deal with worse didn't stop her from feeling concerned.

So, when they were joined by another local, this time a woman that couldn't have been much older than her, she raised an eyebrow. This town must not get many visitors for them to garner this much attention, though she supposed that they were unusual enough to warrant it. It still struck her as odd, regardless.

"Rasp."

The Buzzard turned to her older companion as he tapped a finger beneath his eye twice, and the corner of her mouth twitched upward. While he did his "harmless old man" routine and did all the talking, it was time for her to keep an eye out.

As he made a beeline for the local woman, the tribal took a subtle survey of the towns surroundings. At first glance, it all looked perfectly normal: Trading post, garage, a few warehouses, all small and reasonably well-built to her eye. Then again, just because something looked normal at first glance didn't mean anything.

And it seemed that the local woman realized that there was something off about her after first glance at that, given the look she gave her as they approached.

"You there, young lass, do this old man a favour and show me 'round town, eh? I'm afraid my sight isn't quite as it used to be."

It was a smooth lie, and Rasp merely feigned a long-suffering sigh to help prove his point.

"Hope's I'm not inconveniencing ye with my request, lass. Name's Eddie, and the boy behind me's Rasp. Thought it polite to mention. Introductions always come first, ye?"

Rasp grunted quietly in affirmation. The woman, however, merely looked at her with a combination of what Rasp could only figure was curiosity and suspicion.

"Katsu. And no, no trouble at all; though I will admit, my knowledge of this settlement may not be as in-depth as one of the locals here, as I have only been in town for a couple of days. So, shall we begin?"

With a nod, the Buzzard crossed her arms over her chest and fell in behind Eddie, pausing only long enough to spare a backward glance at the rest of their group as well as the deputy.

Aquila caught Cor's motion and gave a quick nod. "Right, I'll keep an eye on the wagon as well as the big, quiet, brooding one." She glanced briefly at the one that spoke even less than Rasp. "And uh, the small, quiet, brooding one, too." She looked at the large man's bandages and couldn't help but feel some pity for him. He looked like he could use some decent rest.

She sat with her back against the dashboard with her legs crossed and arms folded. The big guy was parked firmly on the bench seat, just as he was the way there. He was still trying to get some movement of his fingers. There was very little.


"'Pigrig', huh?" The trader mused, mindlessly sorting the assortment of oddments the girl put on the counter. "Well, s'pose knowin' the where'bouts oughtta save our runnas some time lookin' fer scrap," He thought aloud. He looked from the spark plugs to the magazine, then to the springs. He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms, taking a bit of time to ponder.

About that time, Cor had walked into the post and stood by Izzy. The trader offered a smile and a nod. Then he looked behind him toward one of the wooden crates. He withdrew a few cardboard sleeves, opening them on the counter to reveal several rows of .38s in two of them and an empty third.

"Tell ya what," he said, quickly dropping cartridges into the empty sleeve. "I'll give ya twelve standard rounds'n six of these pluses; those ones pack a wallop. All fer these spark plugs'n the mag. Fer directions to this rig, I'll see 'bout puttin' a bug in the ol' Sheriff's ear. Throw in that blasta I'll even see to it ya get some decent parts to fix up ya ute. Or wag, as ya said. Howzat?"


The trio outside the wagon, when moving through the town, would find very little going on outside of the shanty abodes. Most of the windows were shuttered. The ones that weren't had no apparent signs that they were occupied. It was about as quiet as one might expect for such a small town. Perhaps even more so.

Apart from the warehouses and the Sheriff's shack, there weren't very many outstanding structures. Although there was a patch of land that was notably lacking a building. It was a fenced-in area with rows of evenly-set stakes in the dirt. It was very clear that it was a graveyard, however the stakes were far too close to suggest there were any bodies beneath them.

Movement in the corner of her eye caught Izzy's attention, and she turned towards the movement slightly, trying to keep most of her attention on the Trader. Realizing it was Cor approaching her, she smiled and gave him a small wave.

"Tell ya what, I'll give ya twelve standard rounds'n six of these pluses; those ones pack a wallop. All fer these spark plugs'n the mag. Fer directions to this rig, I'll see 'bout puttin' a bug in the ol' Sheriff's ear. Throw in that blasta I'll even see to it ya get some decent parts to fix up ya ute. Or wag, as ya said. Howzat?"

Izzy beamed at the trader, and grasped his hand with a surprisingly strong handshake for someone her size. "Shiny!" She exclaimed. Sweeping the ammo, and the items the Trader didn't want, into her bag, she then rummaged about in it until she came out with a small piece of dirty cloth wrapped around a nub of charcoal.

"We may gets ta stay a bit!' She beamed as she rushed past Cor towards the outside. Stepping into the light, she looked up at the sun, then at the shadows being cast around her and then at the horizon she could see through the entrance to the ville. After another moment or two of looking about, she came back inside and grabbed a book that was sitting on the counter. Charcoal in on hand, she opened the book, turning to a blank page at the back. "S'rry." She said as she ripped the page out. "Need ta draw."

Bending to her work, she began to sketch a crude map, muttering to herself and scribbling notes in the corners as she went. Ten minutes and some muttered profanity later, she looked up and slid the now quite grubby bit of paper across the desk. "Der, dat shuld gets ya tu th' wreck." She said, carefully stashing the charcoal. "While you an' yers lay the sweet on the lawdogs, Izzy gonna get sum grub an' a nap. After Izzy rest she?ll see t' yer blaster."

Nodding to the Trader, Izzy beckoned to Cor. "C'mon Cor, Izzy needs a drink!"

Cor felt a little amazed as he heard the offer Izzy had managed to conjure up. While he would certainly preferred to get rid of the "ifs" in the deal, it was still far more than he would be able to do. Cor only knew how to value help and things he needed, items like guns or parts or bullets made him confused, and the thought of directing the trader to a wag that had been left behind in the desert was something he would not have thought of. Perhaps it was because he didn't really think about those kinds of things.

I always just get Izzy t' take care of it. Perhaps it's time t' try to learn how to do it.

"We may gets ta stay a bit!"

"I heard," he replied, though before he could give any word of praise she was already out the door. With a sort of awkward expression, he looked towards the door, then towards the trader. "Uhm, you wouldn't happen t' have some thread, right? Or perhaps some fishin' line?"

But what can I affor' t' trade for it?

What would be enough? The settlement he had stayed with dealt everything out so that they had what they needed, and he only knew how to offer his medical services. Sure, his mother had done a lot of trading and occasionally told him to do it, but then he had been given the items to trade away, and what he needed to get. Cor then shook his head. "No, nevermind, I have some. Oh, and I'm sure she'll be back soon, if you were worried about that. She'd tell me t' leave if not."

And I'll ask Izzy t' teach me later.

It was in times like this that he was forced to admit that he was used to relying on others as well.

I can't expect Izzy to stay around forever either. Yeah, I definitely need t' get a crash course.

"C'mon Cor, Izzy needs a drink!"

Cor's train of thought derailed as Izzy spoke to him, and he nodded. He wondered what exactly she intended as a drink, but decided to simply follow her instead. "Okay," Cor replied, looking back to the trader with a modest expression. "Please do talk t' the sheriff," he told the man, before following Izzy outside.

"So, do you think we have a shot at staying?" he asked her. "That pair of sheriff and deputy seems like a determined couple."

"So, do you think we have a shot at staying? That pair of sheriff and deputy seems like a determined couple."

"T'ink so." Izzy replied, pulling her scarf up and her goggles down against the outdoors. "Li'l villes lik dis live 'r die on trade, so Traders gots pull... 'specially if dez da only one; an' most lawdogs in villes like dis are lik dat...gotta be or ya ded." Actually Izzy'd been surprised by the almost warm welcome they'd received; nobody had even leveled a weapon at them, which was usually the case she'd found, even when she'd been travelling alone she generally found herself at gun point if she arrived at a 'new' ville.

Marching across the dusty main 'road', she headed straight for an organized collection of dead vehicles and tarps that was Divot's saloon. "Les go!" She chirped as she stepped through the saloons entrance. Most of the locals turned and looked at them, but that was to be expected; newcomers to a ville always drew attention. Ignoring the looks, she made her way over to the simple bar and the proprietor behind it.

"Hey ya!" She grinned, revealing her face. "Izzy need eats, agua, sumthin' with sum kick an' beds fer two." She added indicating to both her and Cor. Reaching into her bag she pulled out the loose rifle round she'd showed the Trader, and swept back into her back earlier, and set it in front of the barman. "How many a dez fer all dat?"

Katsu, Eddie, and Rasp

For the three that walked around Divot, it was largely uneventful, save for some odd glances that were given their way by the few townsfolk that they could see. Out of the trio, only Katsu and Eddie really talked, with Katsu giving out what few facts she had about the town. The third member of this company, Rasp, kept themselves quiet, hanging out in the back and watching their surroundings. They came to a stop near what looked like a graveyard of some sort; well, Katsu assumed it was a graveyard, judging from the lines of wooden stakes planted into the ground.

"There is a certain degree of envy that must be had towards the dead don't you think?" Asked Katsu.

Raising an eyebrow to that comment, Eddie took a look at the graveyard and stroked his beard. The placement of the stakes had him a bit intrigued, he had to admit: Taking a good look at them, the stakes were too close between one another, which either meant shoddy handiwork or that a lot fewer graves had bodies laying under. And what's a graveyard without bodies?

He never quite understood the practice. Dead bodies carry disease, and smell, and attract bugs that carry other diseases. It had always been Warpup custom to burn the dead, with the people that knew the recently departed forming a circle around the body and saying a few words for the dead before starting the fire.

"Well, I'm often called the Dead, but people don't envy me none," he let out a low chuckle at that and shrugged, "I dunno about that. Death's death. The living try to spend as much time away from it, and the dead... well, I reckon they're not the argumentative type." He spit on the ground, "We all go back to the mud in the end, so what's to look forward to?"

"Not having to toil in this wasteland which we call home any-more. A sense of release I guess." Replied Katsu in a sombre tone, she looked at the graveyard for a few moments more before carrying on.

"So, how did the two of you meet up?" She then asked, sounding a bit more chipper.

"Who, me and Rasp?" he threw a glance at the girl, "I raided his village, slaughtered his people, and took him as a slave!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, letting that hang a bit before laughing, "I kid, I kid! I've been a drifter most of my life," the kind that drifts around with bloodthirsty killers armed to the teeth, "and I once stumbled into the boy's village while they were getting attacked," less stumbled and more lead the charge there, "The villagers never stood a chance, so I grabbed the boy and run halfway to hell." She was less than appreciative of the fact that he had just murdered half the people she knew and left the other half to meet a similar fate. "Been together now for..." he thought on that, how long had they been together now? "Well, I lost count of the years."

And what of you? No offence, but you don't look native to these parts." Which was true, though he never mentioned that 'something about her looked familiar.

Katsu was a little apprehensive when Eddie mentioned the whole 'raiding and slaughtering' of someone's village, the fact that it came to be a joke didn't help much either alleviate such doubts. Katsu gave the man a once over; his height and muscular build gave the impression of an imposing presence, judging from his long, straggly hair, it told Katsu that he hadn't seen to take care of it in a long while, if ever. Thirdly, she noticed a fair number of scars, obvious signs of either carelessness or that he had been in a lots of fights in his time. Finally, there was a canister of something hanging on his side, it looked familiar to the hunter, but she couldn't tell from where.

"Your powers of observation serve you well Eddie, especially coming from someone with so say, failing eyesight. Like you and Rasp, I am a traveller of these wastes. Home for me is quite a journey from here, months in fact."

He only shrugged, "We all have our reasons to wander," he said, taking the cue that she would rather not discuss her home further. It was clear his joke was not quite well received, but then again, they rarely were. He did them less because he found them funny and more because they made him look stupid, anyway, "I've never really had a home, not in the traditional sense, anyway. Home for me is where good company is." Which left him very close to homeless had it not been for Rasp,

"So, tell me more about this town. How long have you been around here?" he continued, eager to change the subject.

"I arrived here roughly two to three days ago travelling alongside a merchant, a decent enough fellow, nothing overly special about them. Been using my time to rest and resupply, now I'm looking to move on and head towards wherever the next destination may be. It's actually why I came to investigate your group earlier; figured I might have been able to catch a ride or something."

"As for what I know regarding Divot, like I said it's not much, but it is a rather unassuming settlement, a small blip on the desert; good enough if you're looking to rest for a bit, but personally I wouldn't want to settle down here. Whilst there is no obvious sign of leadership, if I was to guess I'd say it was Sheriff Haggerd. I think the reason why he doesn't let passers-by stay for long, if at all, is that he's trying to keep the place safe in case of trouble."

"The inn just up the way is serviceable enough, beds aren't exactly the most comfortable, but then again, where is comfortable in the desert? Paid my way with a bunch of ammunition I don't use since I hardly use guns."

"Comfortable's plenty of places, if you're of a certain mindset." Eddie was used sleeping at places people would find uncomfortable, from craggy rocks and battered mats to piss-smelling cells and pits full of corpses. Though he hardly had a say on the last two. "Not one for guns, eh? More into melee, I take it?" She didn't look the kind, but he supposed she looked dexterous enough to run around stabbing people with something fast.

"You could say that, as you'll have noticed I'm equipped with a number of blades from the small..." As Katsu said this she pulled out the stiletto knife from her left braced, twirling it around a bit before sheathing it, "to something a bit larger, and have been trained in their use from a young age." She said, pulling out the longer sword, showing part of the blade before returning it.

"However, I am not just a melee specialist, I am also trained in the old art of archery." Katsu said pointing to the Recurve Bow on her back. "Given the scarcity of firearms and the means to properly maintain them back home, we adopted an older style of ranged combat."

"Huh." Eddie said, his eyes narrowing, as he scratched an arrow scar on his back, hidden from plain sight by his hair, recognizing the bow's shape now that he had taken a good look at it. "Guess you did." His voice had gotten a deal distant. "So where is the Sheriff's office? I've questions to ask and requests to relay."

Katsu was slightly confused when Eddie said "Guess you did.", it wasn't what he said but rather how he said it, like he'd encountered a bow user before. The subtle hand gesture towards his neck gave her cause for concern.

Ah, I see. She'd have to keep an eye on this one, and perhaps his associate as well.

"Haggerd's office is not far from the main entrance to Divot. I'll show you where it is, had to visit myself on arrival." Katsu then turned and walked away from the graveyard.

Following her silently, Eddie stared at the bow some more. He remembered now. Back when the Warpups were looking for a new home, they had come about a tribe that used such bows. Goodfoot was the first guy they got, an arrow right through the eye. A good amount of blood was spilled the following weeks, plenty from both sides. Many chiefs believed that if they pressed on they'd break through the bastards, but Top Dog didn't want to build a home out of Warpup bones, so they left. Eddie never thought he'd find another such tribal again, least of all in such circumstances, least of all in a town like this. Their land was far and away from most charted land, and for her to be here, she surely had a reason.

He would have to keep his eye on her.

Reaching the office, Eddie nodded in thanks to Katsu, and turned to his partner. "Rasp." He simply called out, signalling her to give a report on what she'd seen while he was talking.

The trader's face soured a bit as he watched her tear a page from one of his books. It was replaced with intrigue as he eyed the map in progress. It was rough, but it was serviceable. He supposed he couldn't be too particular. With the surrounding flats, it wouldn't be too difficult to spot as long as the scouts were going in its general direction.

He was just about to get up from his seat to rummage for some of the supplies Cor?had asked for when the man had told him they'd no longer be needed. Suit yourself, he quietly communicated with a shrug and a nod. "Just need to square a few things away here, but rest assured I'll give the Sheriff a proper earful."

Then they were out the door and on their way to the inn. At least a collection of scrap that resembled an inn. There was a hush that swept over the patrons as they walked in. They weren't particularly dangerous looking, but they certainly were curious.

Before the innkeep could so much as offer his usual, 'What'll it be?', the girl that walked in had already made several requests.?"All right," said the innkeeper, voice gruff and aged. He was a stout old man with a hairless face aside from a bushy pair of eyebrows that seemed to be perpetually furrowed.

"Let's see what we 'ave 'ere, eh?" He picked up the cartridge and looked it over. It was a little grubby but not so much that it couldn't be cleaned up. "These are serviceable. Four for the both of you for food and drink. Corn and taters, that's what we 'ave. For 'ard stuff, we 'ave white dog. Fresh whiskey, that is. It'll be four more for a kip for the night."

"These are serviceable. Four for the both of you for food and drink. Corn and taters, that's what we 'ave. For 'ard stuff, we 'ave white dog. Fresh whiskey, that is. It'll be four more for a kip for the night."

As Izzy pondered the deal, she looked about. The saloon was the usual collection of random scrap pushed together to make a crude building, but there was something that had caught her attention. It took her a moment, but she finally realized what it was; the generator for the light. Whoever had set it up had done a pretty good job of muffling it to keep the noise down, but what she could hear, didn't sound very good.

"Tellz wat. How 'bout dat one plus tree mo' fre beds." She replied, gesturing to the bullet. "An Izzy'll fix yer genny fer eats an' drinks for both. Izzy a blackfinger, knows motos uv all kind. How dat?"

"T'ink so. Li'l villes lik dis live 'r die on trade, so Traders gots pull... 'specially if dez da only one; an' most lawdogs in villes like dis are lik dat...gotta be or ya ded."

"That's true..." Cor admitted, and sighed. "The Sheriff really didn't like us much, though." Perhaps it would've been easier if it was just the two of them, usually, neither were seen as much of a risk. However, even if he was somewhat pessimistic -not because he believed the law-people were evil, exactly, but somewhat narrowminded at least- Izzy seemed to keep her hopes up.

"Les go!"

Following her into a dirty saloon, Cor wondered how often the place was cleaned, if ever. Tagging along with Izzy, he simply followed her lead.

"Tellz wat. How 'bout dat one plus tree mo' fre beds. An Izzy'll fix yer genny fer eats an' drinks for both. Izzy a blackfinger, knows motos uv all kind. How dat?"

Cor wondered if Izzy was neglecting to think about the others on purpose, or if she simply did not consider anyone but Cor and herself. With how she had been when Cor first happened upon her, he supposed him being included was somewhat of a compliment or at least proof of how far the other had gotten, but he was a Medicus, he needed to ensure the hurt man -and Aquila- had food and water. The patient was an obvious one, and Aquila had agreed to watch over the patient and the wag, bringing her something to eat was the least he could do. He was sure the other two were able to fend for themselves, and would probably prefer to do so as well.

I don't know what more Izzy can barter with, though. Perhaps... perhaps I should try. Again. Here goes nothing.

"Also, if you don't mind, we need some more food and water, for two more people. I'm a Medicus, a healer, so if there is anything I can do for you, or someone you know, I am willing to help. I also have some... mixtures, medicine of different sorts, if that helps. I can't part with a lot, although if I had a place for it and some basic materials, I could create some more for you."

He rubbed his neck and looked at Izzy, unsure of whether this was going to help or not.

"Tellz wat. How 'bout dat one plus tree mo' fre beds." She replied, gesturing to the bullet. "An Izzy'll fix yer genny fer eats an' drinks for both. Izzy a blackfinger, knows motos uv all kind. How dat?"

"Also, if you don't mind, we need some more food and water, for two more people. I'm a Medicus, a healer, so if there is anything I can do for you, or someone you know, I am willing to help. I also have some... mixtures, medicine of different sorts, if that helps. I can't part with a lot, although if I had a place for it and some basic materials, I could create some more for you."

"Quite the pair, aren't you?" remarked the innkeep, looking from one to the other with a raised brow. "Okay, you 'ave yourselves a deal. Just make sure you're done with your tinkering before long. There's plenty of light now, but don't wanna be out of power when the sun goes down. Genny's out around the back, best go out that way," the old man pointed Izzy to far end of the inn.

Then he looked at Cor and considered what he had to offer. "A Medicus, eh? 'Aven't 'ad a mender in this town for a spell. There's a scout of ours that came down with some kind of fever. Don't know what's causing it. So far, all we've managed is to make him comfortable. Doesn't seem to spread though, so you needn't worry about catching anything." He mimed a map on the bar top, showing that he wasn't too far. "E's two doors up, just off to the left if you leave out the front. Oh, and 'fore you go..."

"Order up!" Shouted the innkeep, turning his head to the open doorway behind him. "Two crocks and tins, on the double! C'mon then, 'aven't got all day!"

"Yeah, yeah, I got yer crocks, ye crock," said the wiry old cook as he walked in from the kitchen. The innkeep just furrowed his brow and shook his head in response. The cook was carrying a sawed plank with two bowls, two wooden spoons, and two cans. There was a half a cob of corn in each bowl along with a couple of cubed potatoes. In the cans was water that looked freshly boiled. The cook set the plank on the bar and trudged right back into the kitchen.

The innkeep pushed the plank towards Cor. "Make sure we get these back, all right? When you and the girl are ready, you'll get yours."

"Genny's out around the back, best go out that way,"

"Gots it." Izzy replied, pulling out the three promised bullets and leaving them in front of the bartender. Looking back at Cor, she smiled. "There, we got eats, agua an' beds; Izzy gonna go fix the genny now so if ya wanna go see their sickie Izzy won't keep ya." Leaving Cor to do what he did best, she went out the door the barman had pointed to and headed into the genny shack.

Inside the shack she found an old little inline 4 cylinder from a car, which had been repurposed to work as a power generator. It was clattering pretty good, now that she was standing next to it, and there was a bit too much smoke coming out of the exhaust. Yanking the lead that went from the battery to the engine she killed the power, then set about rummaging through the shack for any bits that may be useful for her.

After showing Eddie and Rasp where the Sheriff Haggerd's office was, Katsu headed back towards the Inn, realising that she hadn't eaten yet; whilst she did have her trail mix, that was more for eating whilst on the road, and that she had to use it sparingly. Getting there was fairly simple, given how quiet the small settlement still was and it didn't take her long overall to arrive.

Crossing the threshold, Katsu just caught sight of the young girl from earlier leaving via the back door; went to fix the generator perhaps? Engineering wasn't Katsu's speciality, she knew what an engine was and how it worked, but being able to tinker with or fix it was out of her league. That just left the young man in the white coat who left to chase after the girl standing in front.

Not wanting to risk another chewing out like what happened earlier, Katsu decided to go find a table nearby, sat down and began compiling her notes on what she had learned so far; this being a thing she would do periodically in case certain things contradicted each other. Once the gentleman had either left or got some food of his own, she'd see about getting some herself.

"A Medicus, eh? 'Aven't 'ad a mender in this town for a spell. There's a scout of ours that came down with some kind of fever. Don't know what's causing it. So far, all we've managed is to make him comfortable. Doesn't seem to spread though, so you needn't worry about catching anything. E's two doors up, just off to the left if you leave out the front. Oh, and 'fore you go..."

The innkeeper yelled for two portions of food and water. At first, Cor wondered why there were only two, but then he realized they probably wanted to ensure Cor and Izzy didn't simply bail. It was a decent idea, that much was obvious. Still, things were looking out to the better, and he was glad he could help make it happen.

I wonder if Izzy noticed I was just following her lead.

"Make sure we get these back, all right? When you and the girl are ready, you'll get yours."

"Got it," Cor replied, and picked up the sawed off plank. "Feverish scout, two doors up, t' the left. We get food when we're done." He looked towards Izzy, an approving smile on his face.

I'll not take my chances with the scout, though, I'll do it like I always do with unknown conditions. Even if the others haven't shown any symptoms now, something could still surface.

"There, we got eats, agua an' beds; Izzy gonna go fix the genny now so if ya wanna go see their sickie Izzy won't keep ya."

"I'll go do that, then," Cor replied, before motioning towards the sawed plank in his hands. "I need t' deliver this first, though." Walking carefully, he got outside and made his way over to the wag. He noticed the others in front of the sheriff's office, but he was in a hurry so he simply kept walking.

I hope they get that they have t' deal on their own t' get food.

Cor balanced the plank on one hand and knocked on the door to the wag, and once he had delivered the food and water, he got inside to get some tools. His goggles and scarf would be useful to ensure he didn't get infected by anything, while he brought his bag for the rest. It could be difficult to figure out what was wrong with someone, especially if the fever meant the scout was unconscious.

They've been trying t' make it comfortable for him, though, so I should be able to communicate.

Knocking on the door before he entered, Cor waited about 10 seconds before opening the door and heading inside. Locating the patient, he made his way over to him, already looking for any clues to what the condition could be.

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