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[Video] | Tuesday night

Good evening, everyone.

[Here's Lyall, dressed in jacket, hat, waistcoat, and cravat, back to slightly more traditional Victorian dress. Why? Because he has to be at his new place of employment in an hour, and he is going to dress nicely for his first day (or month) as a librarian. It seems fitting, after all.]

I have been thinking. I do know where I found those monster constructs, before... and from what I gather, the ones battled and damaged here were not those same constructs as the ones I fought. And there was a fellow last week who caught sight of another one on his surveillance which was perhaps one of the remaining two, or perhaps a third. There is still a threat from them, should they come back this direction.

They are too much for me to handle alone-- I am well aware of this, even were I not taken by surprise, as I regret to say I was. If I were not alone, however, it is possible I and anyone with me could do some damage. If anyone else is interested in coming with me, perhaps we might be lucky and corner one or two in their lair, and remove more of this threat.

I will have my communicator with me all evening, but if anyone wishes to speak in person about this, I would be happy to discuss things at the library in Poseidon, in a few hours.

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Power of...well... 1 out of 3 ain't bad. If you need help, I'm more than willing. And to be honest I kinda need to blow something up.

[Hmm, not someone he knows particularly well. He isn't even sure of her name.]

Well, if blowing things up is effective with these monstrosities, young miss. Did you interact with them, the previous time they came calling on Poseidon?

I admit most of my usual tactics didn't seem to have too great an effect during my fight with one of those that attacked the marketplace.

But if you have need of me, and would like me to go along with you, I offer my services. At the very least I could guard your back.

And what are your usual tactics, miss Mulan? Perhaps they could be adjusted. I hear hitting these things is moderately effective.

[He reads other people's network posts, even if he doesn't necessarily reply, yup.]

Moderately maybe. But a sword only does so much damage against something built so strong, and with these things there's that risk of...infection, if one gets too close.

I'm not afraid to die but I prefer to know it be for a worthy cause, and in a manner that will actually make a difference.

Perhaps switching to something more blunt might be in order, for this. I imagine my teeth will do well enough, though I will also run the risk of infection. Perhaps we can manage to obtain some of these explosives I am hearing something of, now. They seem like they might be quite effective.

[He likes gadgetry, and to some extent things that go boom, as well. Especially if they cause some damage to the beasts that killed him.]

Have you talked to Kaylee Frye or Indrani? Both seem to be well-versed in mechanics. From my admittedly un-knowledgeable standpoint.

I have not. Though I do have Tony Stark on the line, and he's notably good with such things, as well. If he doesn't have anything to offer, I will try them, thank you.

If they're so dangerous, why not just drop the lair in on them?

That may be an option, but as they do not appear to have organs or soft tissue of any kind, I fear they will simply dig themselves out again with little in the way of damage. They are made nearly completely of some bone-like substance, and appear to be cosntructs of some sort rather than actually alive.

[That does give him an idea, though.]

If we had some manner of explosive we could lodge in their actual bone structure, however, perhaps that would be of some use.

Grenades? Possible, but risky. Not much margin for error if you want to get clear.

Grenade.

[He takes a moment to try and think if he's heard of that word before.]

I'm afraid I'm not familiar. It must be something either from a further time than mine, or from... your own world.

[Because yeah, mun just realized this is video, and Lyall really should be wondering about the funny face there. Let's just say he only just looked at the person talking to him... and is now trying not to stare. He's polite, though, so he's doing a fairly good job at it.]

[Garrus's mandibles twitch slightly, and he cants his head, staring hard at the screen. Pre-contact Earthlings, man.]

Handheld explosive devices. And no, they're not unique to turian space.

[There's a thread of drawling humour there, ever so slightly edged.]

I'm pretty sure every species capable of actual warfare's come up with them, at one point or another.

[Sorry, man, you got the Victorian guy. Not so up to date on modern warfare. He looks apologetic.]

I come from Earth in eighteen seventy-five. We do have some explosive weaponry, but nothing by that name, and most is not capable of being handled by hand without some form of barrel to launch it from.

But it does seem an interesting prospect. I assume, by your comment about getting clear in time, that they cannot be detonated from a distance?

[That it is, to Garrus, whose species has been a spacefaring one for over a millennium, roughly as modern as the wheel probably doesn't help.]

There are small charges that can be detonated remotely, but if you're trying to blow up something that can fight back, you're still not going to have much margin for error.

If we wind up managing to come up with a few, then it will have to be me handling them, I imagine... a small explosion likely won't take me too long to heal up.

[Said with a tone of someone musing rather than making a definitive statement.]

Though I imagine one large enough to actually damage one of these creatures would probably do me quite a bit of damage if I was too close. I will have to think on this. Provided I can even procure something of this nature.

[There is a moment of stunned, baffled silence.]

A "small explosion" will blow one of your limbs off. Maybe you should leave the dangerous weaponry to people who are a little more familiar.

... ah.

[He looks somewhere between embarrassed and affronted.]

The explosions I am used to are caused by gunpowder. Rather more endurable, at least for a werewolf. My apologies for the misunderstanding.

[Is there a tiny bit of sarcasm there? There's a tiny bit of sarcasm there. Just a tiny bit, though.]

[He doesn't seem to notice. Mostly because he's busy trying to puzzle out what exactly a "werewolf" is.

Also possibly what gunpowder is.]

If it's that survivable at close range, it won't do much damage to something that would survive a cavern being dropped on it.

Unless you're familiar enough with these things to know their weak points?

I'm afraid they made short work of me, when I met them last. The ones that attacked the marketplace seem to have been destroyed, but I believe that was more overwhelming force than finding weak spots.

I am a bit more capable of surviving damage than most, but you're probably right, something that would leave me intact would still probably not be strong enough. I'll have to ask around after something with a slightly longer fuse, as it were.

[He pauses.]

At least, I assume these grenades do not actually have "fuses".

Not unless you're piecing it together from spare parts. More like a trigger. And a timer.

[At least he knows what those two things are, so he looks thoughtful.]

Interesting. I actually have come across something like that here, albeit with gas rather than explosives. I doubt gas will do much good against these, but it does give a frame of reference.

There are a lot of variants.

I imagine so, considering the... rather vast selection of cultures creating them. Humanity alone is creative enough for a dozen of their own, and humanity is hardly alone in the universe.

[As proved by, uh, that face. Yep. Speaking of....]

I don't believe we have been introduced. Randolph Lyall, of London, England-- Earth. Eighteen seventy-five.

You're not even alone in the galaxy.

[There's a hint of dry amusement there. Garrus isn't entirely conversant with which Earth era is which, but serving on the Normandy means he knows enough of their history to make a guess at just how far back Lyall's claiming to be from.

Long before the Earth's first contact, that's to be sure.]

Garrus Vakarian, of Palaven. We don't use your calendar, but I have it on good authority that it was 2187 in Earth years, the last time we had a chance to check.

Oh dear. No wonder you expected me to know more than I do.

[He says it ruefully rather than with rancor, this time.]

So you are rather like a few of the others here, then. I believe we have at least three people who appear to be from around then, as well. Possibly not the same universe, or reality, or however such things shake out, but they might at least have more in common with you.

I'm used to dealing with spacefaring species.

[It has the sound of an admission, if not - quite - an apology.]

Humanity's the youngest, in my time, at a little under forty of your years.

And in my time, we've only barely scratched the aether. We're still well away from actual spacefaring, I'm afraid, though I am intrigued by the notion. Perhaps if I'm lucky I'll live long enough to see it happen, myself.

How far out?

Hmm, I'm afraid I didn't keep track of the exact distance. There was an unfortunate amount of backtracking and false trails. I would estimate, given what I know of the mountains and where I was when I found them, that it would take me most of the night to reach it in wolf form.

Could you point it out on a map?

I believe so, if the map had the right kind of topographic markers.

[He might not get the exact right spot, he'd have to see it, but he's sure he could get at least the right area.]

Get it within a mile or two. I'll run an aerial survey, see how many more of those things are waiting to crawl out of the woodwork.

[He may not like Lyall all that much, but he likes the idea of more spiky murder monsters one whole hell of a lot less.]

[Lyall is used to working with people he doesn't like. He can be polite.]

Very good. Thank you. I'll see about getting a decent map and bringing it over, then.

I'll be on the ship.

[Which should come as a surprise to no one. With Pepper striking out for the other side of the southern mountains, he'll probably all but live there for the next few weeks.]

I'll come find you in the morning.

[And he will, once he makes a copy of a decent topographical map and gets off work. So he shows up around dawn, map in hand, to find the irritating but useful fellow. (Jump to action or fadeout/summarize? ^^ ) ]

((ooc: My preference is to log it out or summarize - I'm not hugely fond of bracket-style for in person threads.))

((let's summarize then, and just jump right into the actual event :B not that I'd mind logging it out and enjoying the stilted attempts at politeness, just... you know. feeling behind ^^' ))

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