IVAN:
Let's stop by Natalie's dugout to grab our rifles.
VIKTOR:
Uhh... who is Natalie again?
IVAN:
The arms dealer?
VIKTOR:
Oh, right. Hey, usually I'm the one reminding YOU about this sort of thing.
Ivan: Dig through pockets
85ant:
>ivan: dig through your pockets to find some coins or cash or something
All you have is some pocket lint, an old cigarette butt, and your trusty switchblade. You're gonna throw this stuff away later. Except for the switchblade, you need that!
You're not sure why you would want to keep coins. It's not like you have to pay for much around here. When you do, the price is usually measured in food. The Poscans certainly like to keep coins - probably to trade with locals.
BRED:
>Ivan: Sorry for still bugging you, but how many ants have you killed? Y'know, those tiny little black bugs? With the mandibles and antennae?
You think about it for a second. Who the hell keeps count of their ant kills? Certainly not you.
Viktor does, though. He's killed 15,348 ants since his 14th birthday, and the count is likely raising every day.
inkpawbs:
>Ivan: Don't forget to take a detour to, well, wherever you put your rifle. Maybe Viktor will even commend you for being the one to remember for once?
Oh, right! You do need to get your rifle before arriving at the front.
You and Viktor walk down the trench until you reach a dugout. The sign above it says "ARMS."
Like you said to Viktor, the arms dealer is a woman named Natalie. She's a skilled crafter, having made some of the better maces and blades you've seen in the hands of your comrades. You've never actually seen her on the front - some people say she sleeps with the officers.
VIKTOR:
You go ahead, I'm gonna wait here and finish my smoke.
NATALIE:
Haiiii Ivan!
IVAN:
Yeah, hi, whatever. Do you have me and Viktor's rifles?
NATALIE:
Of course!! I'll go get them. I spent all night cleaning them!