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His eyes peered over the magpie’s drifting form, eyeing at the tree most central to his judging gaze. Though he could not draw a proper comparison through the whirring pellets and from his distant angle; the birch trunk was of considerable width regardless. Their statement only warranted another question; if that tree was as nearly as precious as marked tower then why doesn’t the Magpie spare the both of them the moment’s bickering and salvage something that was only a measly jog away? It’d save him the breath wasted on this imprudent miner and even they could benefit from keeping an indignant warrior appeased.

The Skarmory returned his gaze, thankfully having not heart their muted grumblings over the battering of hail and wind. His beak fell agape, ready to deny their request when a sudden waft brushed against his helm’s plume. Stagnant winds sprinted into a hastened pace, strengthening for a moment’s lashing.

Knowing better to stand within the everstorm’s winds, he took to his perch, demonstrating for the Magpie the exact reason he claimed it as his. His form slouched onto the dense bark, wrapping his bladed quills around it’s broad circumference. The knight faced the direction of the oncoming wind, pressing his break against it’s immobile wall, his eyes befalling the magpie if only to issue a discourteous warning.

“Get behind something you nit!” His voice barked over the approaching winds. “Either you get behind me, or scramble somewhere else - just don’t stand there like an idiot!”

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"Oh no..." Siegfried immidiatly understood what Oscar was doing. Searching cover on the trunk. At this moment wasnt he sure how to react. But the fast incoming winds of the everstorm left him no choice. He dropped his equipment and gathered ressources in the snow and put his workglasses over his eyes. In the next few seconds he slamed his arms on his body so hard a few sparks emitted from the metal body. Then his body dropped with a loud noise in the snow and was almost completly covered. Psychic types nearby would feel a presence now. He used his own weak psychic abillities to protect his mind if the snow and his hard body wouldnt be enough. "Here it comes" He didnt cared about what the bird said anymore. He just wanted to get through this Wind now.

#rp #pmdn #expedition 1

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He tensed immediately, not a moment ago he was so certain of his privacy and as if from the winds sounded an unforeseen visitor. Surely he would have withdrawn his quills had he caught ear of their nearing presence, but thankfully the expeditionary had alerted the unknowing bird with their voice. He veered to the hovering construct, a winded huff expelled from his beak and vanished into a waft of frigid mist. He saw the steel-type, undoubtedly a magpie by the tool clutched in gangling arm and the bundle of puny logs wrapped their remaining grasp. How they had found him and his marked tree, he could care less. But he wished to remain with his lonesome, and their sudden appearance garnered nothing but his immediate discontent.

It didn’t take a raven to know why the magpie slithered to his tree, he knew with a mere glimpse their automatic duty. To garner as many resources their grasp could feasibly hold and drag it back to their encampment not half a kilometer’s away. The only problem was well, the obvious, that he had already claimed this tree as his own despite the overgrowing need for it’s precious resource.

“Yeah, it sure could come in handy.” He raised a quill, tapping it’s metallic edge against the bark like a tutor leading their students. “Only problem is, well-” The bird’s tone slowed to a deliberate crawl, wing running across the thin surface.

“O – S…” He paused, eyeing at the blatant flaw in his lettering. A backwards C, so clearly embedded into the wooden tower. He’ll just act he never saw it. “A – R. That is my name right there, and if you can’t tell Drillbit - it means I’ve staked my claim. I don’t know about yourself, but I’m sure this Eagle here could handle the burden of a magpie’s duty. I’ll just cut it down and drag it off whenever we decide to get out of this blasted storm.”

He flashed a brief smile, a snarling grin spread across his curved beak fading as soon as the focus of his gaze returned to the iron lumberjack.

“I don’t mean to sound rude friend; ”

“But go punch your logs elsewhere.”

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Siegfried stared at the knight for a few seconds. He claimed a tree? Out of all the trunks he had to choose this one? He looked at the letters. The wrong written "C" made him cringe internally. Thankfully his face wasnt able to express emotions else the knight would have noticed it. "Ah I see." He replied. "But could you be so kind to explain to me why this tree? And not the one over there?" He tried to not say it but he also mentioned quiet and almost not hearable: "U wrote it wrong..."

#rp #pmdn #expedition 1

team-oldbrass

There was a very significant difference between staring at the same rickety door-frame than the actual trunks of spiraling trees.

As was so typical of the Skarmory at this point, the resentful avian waddled on his own way following the raven’s debriefing. He refused whatever map was exchanged to him - probably couldn’t hold the thing without ripping into weathered fabric with his honed feathers. A compass would have been useful, had he not the foresight to know the magnetized quills holding his crude armor together would fiddle with the tiny compass. It’s happened once before, and never again has the boulder entrusted him with the duty of maintaining their path through the ceaseless storm.

The rations though? Of all things the Skarmory was below or above, he wasn’t against a free meal – even if it were limited by the expedition’s dwindling supply. An apple and a dried berry were enough to keep the warrior satiated. If ever that weren’t enough, he was more than welcomed to wade through the snowy earth and back to their nary a couple hundred meters away.

He followed the crew for a short while, breaking off onto his own misguided path before the northern encampment was reached. There he found himself, surrounded by towering constructs of birch and a thin roof of scraggly branches. Frail as they were, the canopy provided barely enough cover from the unrelenting blizzard to justify merely standing in place. His wings held closely to his brass frame, the ill-tempered warrior remained ever still. His eyes scanning the spiraling pillars of wood, break ever slightly agape at the sight of nature prevailing even to these frigid days.

Oscar was never around to walk among nature, doubt any ‘mon from sanctuary ever existed before then. Roy would be a good candidate, he was found embedded into bedrock after all, but even the old boulder had not the slightest idea of the world surrounding him. That left only the Ravens, who probably had gone through a dozen science fair projects to produce a single sapling. But he would never delve into their domain just to fulfill a childish fantasy of breathing nature’s untainted air.

Nonetheless, with talons embedding themselves into the earth’s icy blanket he lingered within the tower’s shadow. Pellets of heavy hail and clumps of snow bounced off his brass plates with ease, the storm was no longer an issue and the formidable trunks before him halted any glacial winds. A thought occurred to him, as he shot his gaze behind his shoulders at the hazy figures of the expedition crew vanishing further towards their camp. For all extensive purposes he was alone, any measly feral whom was to wander their way to the primary group would surely stumble across him first.

A couple bug types weren’t much an issue for an eagle - more so a petty nuisance if anything. By standing here he would surely accomplish fending off more runty ferals than if he lingered with the group. He could easily say he stationed himself here, and none would be so wise as to question the eagle’s word.

The day was all to himself, out here in the everstorm of all places. And should he fell the slightest tremble, he’ll make a round to the camp and back.

It was a perfect plan, they said to do as initiative told him and he was doing exactly that.

A final exchange behind him and a relieving sigh the bird brought his full attention to the old birch. Four paces and he was but inches away from the wood. He raised his wing, pressing a razor quill against the paper-like bark. See if he can actually get it right this time, be dammed if he couldn’t even spell his own given name. So a singular streak of his honed feather he tested his illiterate wit.

“O S Ɔ A R”

Looks right enough.

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After a short time helping the crew to build the camp up, Siegfried though that it would be best to start gathering and collecting. Some of the rock formations he had seen looked suspicious also was there a ton of wood to gather. As building material was it still the most important ressource besides coal and food. He grabbed a map and his tool-bag, but let the compass where it was. No need for one when the own body was using magnetism to fly. Also was no need for the ration. Food was never something he had to worry about. He checked if all his tools were still there. Axe, Pickaxe, Drill, he even brought the unfinished claw replacement so he had something to do at night. Equiping his axe to the arm he began his search. Instead of Rock Smash like he was able to use it with the drill he was now able to use Cut. All thanks to the axe. A short travel in the forrest and many bugs beaten later he had a nice amount of wood under his arm. Suddenly he sensed a big piece of metal with his magnetism. Quickly switching to his pickaxe he made his way to it, only to find out its that skarmory that traveled with them. The tree it was standing infront of had a great quality. Slowly approaching he made his way over to the plated eagle. "Beautiful tree" he said. "Tis should give uz a gut amount of material"

#rp #pmdn #expedition 1

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Snake: This is where I’m supposed to be, mechanic.

I am here by choice. Didn’t you hear the Magrave? I head the back so that if any mon falls behind, I am the one who helps them. I am Snake-Eyes, the Immovable Mountain. I do not tire. No one is left behind on my watch.

All of you seem to forget that Tim isn’t the true leader of the Swallows. He plows ahead of all of us, I suppose you all spend so much time looking forward you forget to look back hm?? Forget the many lives I’ve carried on my back to the safety of the colony? Forget that the esteemed Tim would leave you all to die or turn?

So don’t insult me with these offers. You don’t help me. I help you.

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“A simple “Nein” would have been enough.”

the metang sighed

“A offer for help is never an insult but a act of good will. If you have so much pride that you see it otherwise you should otherthink your role as leader. But i am no one to judge you for who you are. Also you should overthink that if ferals attack the group you are most likely the easiest target. You are behind, carry the supplies and all over give much space for attacks. A group of hunting ferals would, and I dont intent to insult you with this, easily suprise attack you from behind. I dont think your “Snake-Eyes” can see whats going on behind your head”.

Siegfried was about to go back to the rest of the group but before he left the icy coloss he said

“I just cared about a fellow expedition member thats all. Save travels”.

#reply #siegfried metang #Metang #snake #snake auroras #pmdn #expedition1

Expedition?

The night was about to begin and through the window you could see how one light after another slowly went out. Siegmund however didnt even think on sleeping now. He wanted to finally finish his new arm attachment: A claw so he could use his arm again to pick up things. the mechanism however turned out to be tricky. While his drill just used the magnetism in his body to rotate was the claw a whole different thing.

“Maybe if I put ze gear here.... and zen tis there...”

The claw closed so hard that the metal produced sparks as it hit Siegfrieds claws

“BAD IDEA BAD IDEA BAD IDEA AUAUAUAU!!!”

He shaked the painful fingertrap off. Its landed with a loud clank in a corner and broke open. Some gears rolled out and one claw of it fell off.

“Verdammt.. It lookz so easy when Ravenz do it. I will continue tomorrow.”

Suddenly Rost dashed in like a feral pokemon would chase him

#metang #rost aaron #siegfried metang #aaron #plot #event #pmd #pmdn

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Discord Group?

Yoyo, i’m getting a Discord chat group set up for all peeps involved in PMDN.

This way it’s a little easier exchanging asks, forming ideas and general whatnot.

Leave a note below if you want in and i’ll send you a link to use when it’s all ready to go!

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//Sounds like fun//

“I-i d-don’t unders-stand you s-scientists.. This U-uranium stuff j-just gl-glows pretty in th-the d-dark. Also i-its r-really heavy. I c-can’t feel my l-legs...

“A-and n-now my h-head h-hurts-”

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#answered #pmdn #pmdnevermore #rost #aaron #rost aaron #bethany #scarmory #sorry for bad art my drawing monitor is still broken

Sending out asks

If you want a ask then reply to this post to specify who or just like it for a random ask

Shhh this pmdn blog isnt dead send me dem interactions

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Livius@Rost: "Ay, you know rust isn't exactly permanent? If it bothers you so much, why not just take a bath in acid or vinegar? It would certainly help with the itching, plus it definitely wouldn't hurt your looks to get rid of that stuff."

“T-to be honest did th-that when it s-started to appear. B-but it always ca-came back. I ha-have no idea wh-why but it l-looks like I will have t-to live with i-it. Also be-became this rust so-something you can ca-call my tr-trademark. Without it I-i wouldn’t be m-myself anymore.

“Wait! Wh-what does that mean i-it would help my l-looks?”

pmdn-team-hartstahl

“O-oh…. then i a-am sorry that I m-missunderstood that. A-and of course c-can I walk no-normal… b-but why are you.. oh.. Is th-that why you h-have the s-stick with you? Am I a-allowed to a-ask what is w-wrong with y-your l-legs?”

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“Nah, man, it’s fine. It was kind of a mean joke anyway.”

“Anyway, only one of my legs is messed up. The left one is just fine, but my right leg is bent backwards at the ankle. That’s just how it was when I was born. I’m sure I could get some kind of surgery to fix it, but I’m actually fine just using my cane.”

“I can still kick butt either way!”

pmdn-team-hartstahl

“Th-thats good to hear! H-hey maybe we c-can have a l-little fun m-match sometime! I-i would l-like to see h-how good y-you are!

#reply #text reply #rost aron #livius riolu #pmdn-brothers

pmdn-team-hartstahl

Livius@Rost: "Ay, you know rust isn't exactly permanent? If it bothers you so much, why not just take a bath in acid or vinegar? It would certainly help with the itching, plus it definitely wouldn't hurt your looks to get rid of that stuff."

“T-to be honest did th-that when it s-started to appear. B-but it always ca-came back. I ha-have no idea wh-why but it l-looks like I will have t-to live with i-it. Also be-became this rust so-something you can ca-call my tr-trademark. Without it I-i wouldn’t be m-myself anymore.

“Wait! Wh-what does that mean i-it would help my l-looks?”

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“I guess I wasn’t very clear. That was a joke. Personally, I think it looks kind of cool, even if they are technically weak points in your natural armor. Also, I’m not really one to judge other people’s physical imperfections. At least with that rust you can still walk normal.”

pmdn-team-hartstahl

“O-oh.... then i a-am sorry that I m-missunderstood that. A-and of course c-can I walk no-normal... b-but why are you.. oh.. Is th-that why you h-have the s-stick with you? Am I a-allowed to a-ask what is w-wrong with y-your l-legs?”

#reply #text reply #rost aron

Livius@Rost: "Ay, you know rust isn't exactly permanent? If it bothers you so much, why not just take a bath in acid or vinegar? It would certainly help with the itching, plus it definitely wouldn't hurt your looks to get rid of that stuff."

“T-to be honest did th-that when it s-started to appear. B-but it always ca-came back. I ha-have no idea wh-why but it l-looks like I will have t-to live with i-it. Also be-became this rust so-something you can ca-call my tr-trademark. Without it I-i wouldn’t be m-myself anymore.

“Wait! Wh-what does that mean i-it would help my l-looks?”

Alvo @ Rost: HELLO! I know you're already apart of an official guild team, but would you like to be apart of the pigeons?

“O-oh.. He-hello. Pidgeons? Wh-what are th-the pidgeons? So-somekind of n-new gr-group?”

(pmdn-team-circinus) Sloan@Rost: "Ah, 'lo small one. For such a young one, y' seem a bit worse f' wear. Must've lived quite th' life in such a short time. Y' have any experiences y' enjoyed? 'M sure if y've had some hard times, y've had some good 'uns too."

“O-oh you think I-i had some hard t-times? T-this rust is a-actually just from a l-little accident i h-had as a b-baby. Sh-shenanigans that backfired a-at me.”

“B-but of c-course did I had s-some good ex-expieriences! Like t-that one time I f-found a huge i-iron lode! Siegfried a-and the others were b-busy mining f-for a week with i-it wh-while i had fr-free and was a-able to relax!”

Info page has been added. Click on “Others “ on the sidebar and then on “About”

#ooc #delete later

team-oldbrass Oscar@Siegmund "140 IQ eh? Shouldn't you be with the Ravens - not down here smashing rocks?"

“I know its weird but I enjoy it more to help out in the mine than sitting infront of a desk and drawing blueprints. Also can I repair machines down here so we dont have to call someone from the Ravens to do it and so stop the whole mining process until then. Its just more efficient and I love the work here.”

PMDN Team Hardstahl now live! Meet Siegfried and Rost the two Magpies members

#blog start #metang #aron #pmdn

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