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Dust walks downstairs, Wither trailing just behind her. His posture's relaxed, no hint that he's doing it as a subtle way of watching her back...but let anyone strange or seeming unfriendly approach, and that may change.

They both head for Bar,Wither carrying a long cloth-wrapped bundle under his arm. She's keeping her eyes out for the people she's made plans with, earlier, and for Barbara Gordon, just in case.

Last preparations are all but done for them. Almost time to leave, and she can't help but be relieved. The sooner they get on the road, the sooner it's done, whatever happens.

((not plotlocked,no. Tag one or both pups at will))

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Will doesn't have a hangover happily and when he sees Sooraya and Kevin comes over with a rather interesting grin, he's been in the mood for a fight and he's glad they've given him a reason,

"Fair eve, 'ow go the preparations?"

"Good'eve." Kevin grins back, and sets the package he's carrying on the bar. "Think we're nearly ready to roll...those are yours," he adds, gesturing to it.
Arrows were relatively simply to make, if time consuming, but then he has had the time. And it was a relief to be able to do something besides wait.

He rolls back the cloth and looks even more the outlaw of legend, picking one up and looking down the shaft,

"Lovely, twill be a pleasure to shoot with such fine workmanship."

Kevin's pleased by the reaction. "Good. And I'm going to hold you to that offer to help show me what the heck to do with 'em, when we get back from this little trip." When,not if. He's determined.

That just gets another grin from Will,

"Oh aye, be glad to teach ye, na sure 'ow much use a longbow will get in yer world, but glad to be able to share what I know."

Each arrow is picked up, Will's checking the flights and looking quite satisfied, he knows how to fletch but its quite nice to have someone else do it for you.

"Some do use them. Not many, no, but I like not doing as anyone expects. 'Specially if it's in a fight."

(It's probably better not to ask where Kevin got goose feathers here.)

Will just figures Bar gave them to him, she did that for him when he was fletching, another sharp grin from Will,

"Aye, can teach ye sword or staff too if ye wish an lookin' forward to fightin' 'longside ye."

"The same to you, sir." Kevin grins fiercely, looking toward the front door for a second.
And that reminds me of a couple of things--" glancing at Sooraya where she sits.
"Got those made up too?" To Will, "We were working on a couple other tools, too."

Sooraya fishes out a pair of what look like metal badges, round and no bigger than the palm of her hand.
"Communication devices," she explains. "They're not hard to use.

Will takes one, not quite sure how its supposed to work,

"Oh aye, well won't take me long to be ready, just a matter o'grabbin' me bow an gettin' me jerkin on."

Since his sword is still at his side as he tries to figure out how the communicator works.

Sooraya nods. "As soon as everyone else is here, we're on our way." She smiles ruefully.

"It'll attach to cloth without falling off, press the other side onto wherever you want it to stay. Then, to use it," Sooraya points to the design on the visible side. There's an 'X' engraved on it.
"Press the symbol once, then speak aloud, and anyone else who's wearing one will hear you. Hit it again to shut it off." They'd gone for simple design for the sake of not confusing people.

Sooraya's getting wide eyes from Will and then a good grin,

"Brilliant, much easier then 'avin' to use a 'orn. I'll go an get ready then."

He takes the arrows and heads upstairs. Coming down in a few minutes, now with a leather jerkin on, armor's too noisy for Sherwood but leather can be quite effective, his quiver on his back and carrying his longbow.

The communicator is attached to his jerkin, close to where the strap from his quiver goes across his chest, looking slightly odd on the medieval outfit.

Cait approaches with a wave. She is dressed in a training uniform, and loose tousers over it, for the sake of decency. Of course it was a guy who designed her suit, with that thong-back.

"Hi, Sooraya, Will, Kevin..."

"Hey." Sooraya looks over, and then can't resist offering Caitlin a hug. "Thank you," softly.

"Everything going all right?" Jericho joins them all, with a coke in hand.

"It is." Sooraya smiles briefly. "Just making some last preparations, before we head out the door." She picks up one of the combadges, explaining how they worked. The silver disc's design is fairly simple, touch-controlled to switch on or off. Hers is attached to her belt.
Kevin snickers. "Welcome to the X-Craziness, man. So to speak."

Dust gives him a Look that hints at Kevin getting smacked upside the head if he doesn't watch out. More seriously, he says, "Thanks, man."

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