Blood Letting

B pulls his gloves up his arms a bit for security sake, and picks up the legs of the dead body Saya is carrying.

"The people who lived here were nice... They kept to themselves... They had kids... I haven't seen kids in ages." She sighs, leading them to the coolers in the back of the market.

*Sweets rides up to town circling it, he sees Saya and B by the coolers, he pulls up to them getting out.* afternoon.

Kat comes out and follows you (gimme a brake I fell asleep and been inactive let the conTinuty slide this once )

(Alright, sorry bout that aimus)*Sweets looks at kat* ...you might not want to see what happens here cat! just letting you know...

" i dont care I can hadle it " kat tries to look brave

Alright, but after this take the buggy to Whitney and tell her it's a payment for the motor cycle. *sweets offers a .44 with chromed slide and the name Jackson S. Engraved on the side.* I figure... Figure it's safer with you.

" yes and it will be safe with me ...justin" kat smile softly and resives the gun and holds it and hoslters it and nods

*Sweets nods, he waits for his doctor and her friend to finish.

Saya exits the shop. When she sees Sweets amidst the carnage she puts her hands up with a slight smirk, "I Didn't do it I swear."

*Sweets smirks beneathe his mask,* a lot of fun here, shame I wasn't invited.*sweets nods to the coolers* I assume my rations are in there then, what would you like for payment, repairs, or ammunition

"Ammo, a map and a shovel will be just fine," Saya says. She lugs one of the larger coolers out of the shop.

*Sweets grabs an ammo crate from the buggy* whatcha need, I got 9 mil, .556, .357, .308, and if you're adventurous I have hand grenades. I can also repair rifles and pistols as need be.

*Sweets notices a bird flying with a message attached to it.* when did we go back to carrier pigeons.

*The small, fluffy bird lands on the windowsill of the shop, it pecks the window and cocks it head to the side. Its eyes go directly to Sweets as it holds out its left leg*

".308 will be fine... What is that?" She looks at the bird.

*sweets takes the message doling out the ammo.* I'll need another body if you want a shovel.

"It's fine. The shovel was going to be more of a luxury. Hey, do you want the blood too?" She says popping out and coming back with another cooler. "I made specific lacerations and sorted the parts by nutrition, but blood might be a different matter."

*Sweets takes it gulping it down*Really i need to blood for weaponry. *Sweets holds out his hand, an iron pole with an anchor curve at the end forming, followed by bone forming over it to make a shovel.*

"Heh, isn't that through causing constant lacerations to yourself, and your body overcompensates? Interesting..." She smiles. "That's gotta be hell on your body, doesn't it..."

No, hypergeneration of tissue is numbed, and the blood i drank will replace the iron lost. Otherwise i just cant do it if i don't have any spare material, i can carry enough for one whole copy of myself.

*The message on from the bird is scribbled on a piece of clean white paper, the hand writing is obviously VonKrafts. It reads the following:

The hacker's gotten too cocky for my taste, keep and eye on him.
-Herald. *

"I see..." She bangs a hand on one side of the shovel, "And it's skeletonized to preserve iron... smart, If you put all your iron into this then you would flop on the spot..."

The pole is hollow. I do this when in need of impromptu silent weapons.

"Just be really careful," She walks over and puts a hand to his neck, feeling his pulse. "Something like this had ought to be a stretch for all the blood you have. Use it a little more sparingly..." She takes out a bottle of O negative and passes it to him. "Doctors orders," She smirks