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Cyneburg
Location: The Road North of Salarn
Interacting with: Bears can't talk
Well, her plan worked a little too well than how she had it plotted out in her head. She almost crushed Kyra's wolf, Ash, something that she was feeling really bad about. Maybe she could apologize later by giving him something freshly hunted. The bear looked down from her elevated position to spot Cremwise laying in the dirt with Kyra pointing an arrow right at his face asking the million gold piece question.
With Ash and Kyra already surrounding him, Cyne wouldn't need to do any further intimidation (probably), so she would just watch everything go down. Well, she would do that once she figured out the best way to get down onto solid ground. Yeah, a wagon wasn't that tall, but bears weren't known for their jumping abilities. If she messed this up, she could easily end up on her back, covered in mud and looking like a complete fool. No thank you. Luckily, she managed to hop down from the top of the wagon at its lowest point rather easily. She'd probably been thinking too hard about it. The bear moved back around to focus her beady bear-eyes on Cremwise.
Will probably post tomorrow (or rather, later today) if I don't die at work. If not then, then the day after.
Maybe he can work it in as a character quirk. Keeps confusing the sisters' names. He's an older guy, angry a lot. Mere details shouldn't slow his rant.
Plus, there's this:
Sure, let's go with that
@dragoknighte Dorothy is the one playing cards, not Daphne
I had the right name in my head, but my fingers typed the wrong one because they're dumb. Will fix.
Location: The Shower->The Dining Room
Lionel stepped out of the shower much clean, but only slightly less furious than when he stepped in. Sure having hot dose of hot water helped cool down his head, and he did let out the majority of his aggression beforehand, but getting flung into a wall and covered with urine and fecal matter weren't something you got over very quickly, 'less you were one of them Quaker types. At the very least, Lionel had stopped his mutterings. He fetched a half-empty bottle of drink from his room and took a liberal chug before making his way to the Dining Hall, where he found Atticus and the Doctor Girl, Daphne playing cards.
"Hand on a Bible, swearin' high on to God Almighty himself, if that engine boy weren't already employed, I'd do it right here an' right now. It'd be a real prestigious offer an' all. Then, when he'd accept it and shake my hand, I'd look the cocksucker dead in the eyes and fire his 屁股," Lionel exclaimed mimicking the Swear Into Oath done in courts, his booze holding hand serving as the one that would be resting on top of the Holy Book. He placed the bottom of the bottle down on the table hard enough to send a slight shockwave through it, just barely a bit less impact than would be considered slamming the thing. He pulled out a chair and sat back in it, his head cradled in his hand. Lionel didn't even really feel like playing cards. He just felt like yelling to people, and these were the first he came across. If he had gone back to the engine room there would be a pretty good chance that he'd kick Gideon's ass himself. And then that would cause problems with Captain Crowe and it'd be a big ole tā mā de jíqún.
Cyneburg
Location: The Road North of Salarn
Interacting with: Cremwise
Cyne sat, and waited and watched. Almost everyone was talking in some way: casually for Gretchin and Calanon, academically for Satilla and the new guy, or tensely with hushed voices for Kyra and Keystone. Everyone, but Cremwise and herself. He didn't seem to talk to anybody unless he was directly addressed. He sat there on his wagon, hands on the reins as always. Not only did she watch the people, but also the surrounding flora and fauna. Everything seemed just about "normal," but right as she shut her eyes to yawn, they jerked open with a sudden shout of YAW from Cremwise and the sudden movement of horses moving forward.
If there was an ambush of some sort, Cyne was confident in her ability to catch irregularities in nature, so she ruled that out. So he must be making a break for it. For some reason. She didn't really care about the caravan or protecting its contents, but given the amount of suspicious happenings occurring in the area, she wasn't about to let him run off scot free. None of the others were swift enough to catch the wagon, except perhaps for Calanon's elk, but he was up in a tree at the moment.
The sitting druid became a swiftly flying falcon, chasing after the wagon. He had the lead, and these horses were unusually swift and strong compared to what they had shown off the day before, but hopefully the speed of flying and the thick mud would allow her to catch up. Once caught up, she would try to position herself directly above the wagon before becoming a very large grizzly bear. Supernaturally strong these horses may seem to be, but she doubted they would be able to easily handle such a sudden shift and increase in carrying load.
Location: Apartment 2B
Unpacking was going as tediously as it usually had been for the past couple of weeks, but some things weren't quite matching up. The tape on boxes had been removed, things were arranged in a way that didn't match up with the fact that they had been sitting in a box mostly undisturbed for weeks, and the boxes themselves were moved around a bit in ways they weren't when she had left earlier in the day. Nothing seemed to be missing, but she almost wish there had been missing shit so she wouldn't feel like such a paranoid nut.
The feeling of paranoia just grew stronger and stronger until she felt compelled to actually check for more evidence of a break in of some sort. The front door was pristine, so unless they had a spare key, nobody got in that way. A lot of times in movies or, it's laughably easy to make your way past a standard door lock. All you needed was a bobby pin or a credit card, and given some finagling, you could slip your way in. Given a really shallow or cheap lock, maybe, maybe you could force your way through a door by jamming a card into a door crack, but you'd be there for several minutes at a minimum shaking the door looking suspicious as fuck. Nah, to successfully pick a lock, you had to have specialized tools and be some kind of locksmith or specialist, otherwise it was easier to either bust the whole thing in or get in through a window.
Speaking of which, there was all the proof she needed. Whoever broke in did a sloppy job of hiding it. Couldn't even close the window all the way. Judging by the way the wood was splintering on the underside and that the apartment was 10 feet off the ground, whoever broke in used a crowbar, went through all her shit and then left. Mali tried to think over why anybody would want to do this to her specifically.
Well they might not have done this to just her. For all she knew, every apartment in this building was similarly broken into. She'd have to check up on that. But as far as motive went, she could only think of two realistic possibilities. They were either looking for something that clearly wasn't in her apartment, or they were spying on her. Why they would want to spy on her was a mystery.
"Fuckers refused to even give the courtesy of keeping the apartment temperature properly regulated." Mali shut the window as best as she could to minimize the amount of cool air being lost before re-prioritizing her mental To-Do list. Unpacking would have to wait. She briefly thought about calling Relic, but the emergency, if there ever was one ended quite awhile ago. And although she hated to admit it, she wasn't even all that surprised that the apartment had been broken into. A lot of the time people claim that their peace of mind or feeling of security in their home was violated but in a Justice apartment, could anyone really claim to have such things in the first place?
Still, being on the receiving end of a B&E at this specific time on this specific day wasn't doing anything for her paranoia about the whole city collapsing in on itself. Unpacking right now would have to wait. First thing's first, check to see if anyone else had their apartment broken into, then tell the landlord about this so she can get a new window. After all that, then she would need a way to make sure there weren't any repeats of this situation. Maybe she'd need to invest in a firearm of some sort.
Now that Mali thought about it, didn't that one woman from the Mexican family say that they were personal security personnel last night? If that was true and she didn't mishear, maybe she would ask them to help out.
Leaving her apartment and locking the door, she took the quick and mercifully less painful trip down the stairs to the ground floor. She'd just make a quick trip around the three apartment buildings that made up Boston Heights and look for any signs of break-ins on windows that weren't hers.
Just gotta say. If this is anything like a SRW mission, and I'm roughly 45% sure it is, know this: There will always be enemy reinforcements when it seems like you're just about done.
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