"the City" of Haven

*The truck pulls into the city dropping off its Passengers the driver taking it to the Garage, Sweets wlaks up with a black desperado hat his black duster and skull mask.

*Zor looks at his old friend, giving a low whistle* Damn where can I get those threads?

Standard issue. 'Cept the hat, took it from a Slaver. So, how ya been friend...I've been....coping.

Three hundred years as ghost with the only person being able to see you is a loli who took a deal with the devil so she wouldn't die, and you wouldn't be alone... not going to lie I've been better man.

300 years of solitude, watching the world go to shit, saw the bombs fall, and ouldnt do a damn thing about it, when my kids are below me, frozen solid.

Fuck man... I guess we both got the short end of the stick on this deal.

hat sums it up.So, let me show you what We've been doing *Sweets tours him around the building city, the now grounded sweetedge giving off columns of steam as trucks off load fresh materials.*Curently, we are building, not just scaving. Killing Raiders and anubis...vonkrafts teams, that are in the area, any scps we find, get tossed into a dimesional door way, something magnus left behind,then came back for. Placing it on a door creates a doorway to 1000 pocket dimensions, randomly occupied by animals, nothing, supplies etc.

Right... right... seems like a good idea; want any help from the federation or I?
OOC: Neko reminded me earlier what the original name for the group was, and personally I like it.

Well, you are the most experienced friendly i've got in the area. Stick around and 'll have a supply convoy set up for you and your guys. Need an approximate head count.

*Zor seems to pause here thinking about it for a minute; he quickly pulls a radio out from his pocket* Angela, need a head count on the amount of people we have.
*there is silence from the radio for a minute before it crackles to life a high pitched voice on the other side* Maybe around 300...
*Zor looks to his radio in slight surprise* Jesus I didn't realize we had so many...

I'll give you enough for 400, just to be safe, take a walk around if you want, maybe smack around your dopple ganger if you want. *Sweets removes the mask, he hasnt aged a day*Sound Good?

*Zor nods* Sounds good... *he stretches his hands above his head popping his back*

Do have to say *Sweets smirks*He has better tastes in hats. *Sweets touches his helmet*Listen up Factory crew, we got a hefty order, we need a town special, ready in four hours. *The Sweetedge goes into Overdrive*

*Sweets tosses a set of knuckle dusters that appear to be some form of tightly compressed bone*Do what you need, but dont cause an uproar.

*Zor nods picking up the weapon* Will do.

Just don't ask where that came from.

Done and done.

*Sweets leaves to work throught he factory.

*An old man shuffles infront of the two*Ah, new arrivals, did you need some help?

"I do actually, see, I just kind of maybe... Escaped, from some bandits, that were keeping me as a slave, and I need a place to stay, just for a little while. If that's too much than I understand, but I would be so grateful if you could do this for me." Jereko rambles this out, sweating just a little

*The old man laughs*Oh you came to the right place, slavers, raiders, anyone with half a brain fears the reapers of haven. Our leader has specific orders, if it sells flesh, shoot it in the head.

"Thank you so much, if there is anything I can do to help out just let me know, I'd be glad to." *Jereko smiles for the first time in what seems like a century. He winces, very slightly, at the pain of using some unused muscles*

*the old man smiles*we always have jobs at the factory, if you need work, honest work, you can come down and help us build. Or if you can cook that would be good.

"I... I've been building for a while..." Dean trails off, trying to repress the memories from the past four years off his life