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Harry forgot to thank the new guy for helping them in the courtyard, so he would need to thank him for his help when he could. Following the others into the mansion, Harry stays close to Band since he assumes that Band will probably do better dealing with the undead. However, the others wouldn’t much a slouch fighting the undead. “ Always good to have another player in our merry band.” Harry said to Kit. Smiling at Kit as Band introduced him. “It’s nice to meet you. But you can just call me Harry.” Winking at Kit while giving him a pair of finger guns.
The detective scanned the room's foyer in case anything would try to ambush them. With Band around, they may be scared of attacking them. He waited a moment for a response after his declaration. There was a rather long silence before Harry spoke again. “I guess he didn’t hear me. Or I just made a big mistake.” The detective muttered the last part of his sentence. His outburst could have given out their position. And now Hemisay could send his minions to attack them.
“Good job moron. Now your up shit’s creek without a paddle.” Shiver said, shaking their preverbal head.
“Maybe not. Perhaps he didn’t hear me.” Harry shot back shaking his head. “He could’ve been busy with something else not to have heard my voice.”He added, sounding confident but not hiding his fear well. He didn’t want to leave Stein and Tesset alone, but Stein seemed capable of keeping themselves safe. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back in a jiff.” Harry said, hoping they would indeed be safe while they were gone.
The sudden feeling of a part of arms grabbing him scared the every loving shit out of him. He could feel a trail of urine running down his pant leg.
“Keep calm, Harry.” Composure said, but Harry had little composure as he screamed in as high of a pitch as he could.
“AHHHHH HELPPPPPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Yelling out as he was being carried up the stairs. The group could hear some of his muffled screams as Harry was brought upstairs. ‘GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY PENIS!!” Letting out a groan of pain as he slammed through the door. Pieces of wood are attached to his clothes and mustache. His body was coated in wood, plaster, and glass.
Harry struggled against the kidnapper’s grasp. But all he could do was brace himself when he collided with something. He fell face down as his captors released him. Slowly, he got back up and wiped the debris off his clothes. “That’s right you better not fuck with me.” Harry screamed waving his fist. Looking around at his surroundings, he became quite excited seeing all the valuables he could “take as evidence.”
“No one is here to notice you take this stuff. You could probably make a fortune pawning this stuff off. Not like the owner is gonna mind it being taken.” Savoir Faire said.
“Taking it would get you kicked off the force.” Esprit de Corps added, trying to persuade Harry not to do anything stupid.
“What force? There is no RCM here, wherever here is. You might as well make some cash to get equipment and not starve to death.” Savoir Faire rebutted, sounding quite smug.
“There are police here. I’m sure they'll be suspicious of you if you try to pawn all this stuff off." Authority said.
“If you even get out of here.” Shiver added, which made Harry start sweating profusely. But the thought of getting a shit ton of money was too tempting.
Harry started stuffing his pockets and plastic bag with as many valuables as possible. When his bag and pants were complete, he started stuffing his jacket pocket and even putting things down his pants. He used his perception skills to see what was valuable and what wasn’t. After doing this, he would start looking around for a weapon. After doing this, he would go through the Harry shaped hole in the wall of the study. He hoped the others were doing okay.
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Level: Lv: 6 EXP: (3/60)
Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands - Curien Mansion
Level: Lv: 6 EXP: (3/60)
Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands - Curien Mansion
Harry forgot to thank the new guy for helping them in the courtyard, so he would need to thank him for his help when he could. Following the others into the mansion, Harry stays close to Band since he assumes that Band will probably do better dealing with the undead. However, the others wouldn’t much a slouch fighting the undead. “ Always good to have another player in our merry band.” Harry said to Kit. Smiling at Kit as Band introduced him. “It’s nice to meet you. But you can just call me Harry.” Winking at Kit while giving him a pair of finger guns.
The detective scanned the room's foyer in case anything would try to ambush them. With Band around, they may be scared of attacking them. He waited a moment for a response after his declaration. There was a rather long silence before Harry spoke again. “I guess he didn’t hear me. Or I just made a big mistake.” The detective muttered the last part of his sentence. His outburst could have given out their position. And now Hemisay could send his minions to attack them.
“Good job moron. Now your up shit’s creek without a paddle.” Shiver said, shaking their preverbal head.
“Maybe not. Perhaps he didn’t hear me.” Harry shot back shaking his head. “He could’ve been busy with something else not to have heard my voice.”He added, sounding confident but not hiding his fear well. He didn’t want to leave Stein and Tesset alone, but Stein seemed capable of keeping themselves safe. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back in a jiff.” Harry said, hoping they would indeed be safe while they were gone.
The sudden feeling of a part of arms grabbing him scared the every loving shit out of him. He could feel a trail of urine running down his pant leg.
“Keep calm, Harry.” Composure said, but Harry had little composure as he screamed in as high of a pitch as he could.
“AHHHHH HELPPPPPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” Yelling out as he was being carried up the stairs. The group could hear some of his muffled screams as Harry was brought upstairs. ‘GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY PENIS!!” Letting out a groan of pain as he slammed through the door. Pieces of wood are attached to his clothes and mustache. His body was coated in wood, plaster, and glass.
Harry struggled against the kidnapper’s grasp. But all he could do was brace himself when he collided with something. He fell face down as his captors released him. Slowly, he got back up and wiped the debris off his clothes. “That’s right you better not fuck with me.” Harry screamed waving his fist. Looking around at his surroundings, he became quite excited seeing all the valuables he could “take as evidence.”
“No one is here to notice you take this stuff. You could probably make a fortune pawning this stuff off. Not like the owner is gonna mind it being taken.” Savoir Faire said.
“Taking it would get you kicked off the force.” Esprit de Corps added, trying to persuade Harry not to do anything stupid.
“What force? There is no RCM here, wherever here is. You might as well make some cash to get equipment and not starve to death.” Savoir Faire rebutted, sounding quite smug.
“There are police here. I’m sure they'll be suspicious of you if you try to pawn all this stuff off." Authority said.
“If you even get out of here.” Shiver added, which made Harry start sweating profusely. But the thought of getting a shit ton of money was too tempting.
Harry started stuffing his pockets and plastic bag with as many valuables as possible. When his bag and pants were complete, he started stuffing his jacket pocket and even putting things down his pants. He used his perception skills to see what was valuable and what wasn’t. After doing this, he would start looking around for a weapon. After doing this, he would go through the Harry shaped hole in the wall of the study. He hoped the others were doing okay.
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He wanted something filling because he had not eaten breakfast yet. He could have eaten at the restaurant where he had done the deal, but was not in the mood for Asian food. He wanted something greasy. The closest restaurant that served greasy food was a few blocks from where he was. As he was walking on the street, he would occasionally stare above him, imagining the lights were the night sky stars. He stopped for a moment to close his eyes, imagining there was rain falling on his clothes. A recurring dream of his was lying down outside and stargazing. His daydreaming was interrupted when he felt someone bump hard against his shoulder.
“Get out of the way ya druggie freak.” The voice was coming from a tall, pudgy man. Jonathan opened his eyes to see the man standing beside him. He nodded, muttering something that sounded like an apology before walking off.
The area was definitely a busy one with a variety of misfits and… not as friendly individuals as some could put it. However, there was a small group of individuals funneling around the strangers, pickpocketing, exchanging pleasantries with, and so on. Nothing out of the abnormal behaviors of this area of Dominion — “Ey, boss,” one of the dirty scoundrels gave another man a light below.
“What?” The man shooed his elbow away while playing cards with the other guy. They had been taking a break until this point.
A groan from the original man, somewhat uncertain, “Dat guy loo’ a lil’ funny to yah?” he asked while making a gesture with his hand towards the individual he was watching.
Spitting to the ground, the boss shrugged, “Look a lil’ bit o’ sewer scrap to me,” he went back to what he was doing.
“I’m gonna see if he has any’tink gud on im’” the man patted the third man’s shoulder playfully before those two were off. Heading towards the Ratman with casualness. Nothing that pointed them directly at him except the ones curious eyes.
Jonathan didn’t seem to notice that he was being targeted. He seemed to be in his little world. As he walked down the street, his huge backpack jiggled up and down with each step he took. His breath was heavy and raspy. A side effect of being burned. And because of his maladaptive daydreaming, he would be an easy target for thieves. As he was walking, Jonathan whistled a song, wondering where he could get something greasy to eat. Or thinking perhaps a light snack would be more suitable.
The man that was shorter than Jonathan and his companion grabbed something from Jonathan’s backpack as if he owned it. No regard for personal space or caring what the situation might get him into or the other people around him. “Dis’ look a lil’ brokin,” the man chattered while gesturing the object to his friend.
“A! We ha’a rat,” the other man joked while taking the item. It was definitely something that Jonathan most likely scavenged up during his usual routes of trying to find something to sell or what not.
They were definitely trying to pick on him like schoolyard bullies. Nothing better to do. Seeing someone that they thought was an easy target to poke fun at.
Jonathan suddenly felt something jostling his backpack. At first, he thought it was an earthquake, but he noticed two men walking before him. His eye quickly saw something inside one of the men’s hands. Instantly recognized the item that was in his hand. “Hi, that’s mine, give it back you you thief!” Jonathan yelled, moving forward and reaching over to try and grab the item. However he tripped, causing him to fall face first onto the ground. “Owie.” Muttering and sitting on the floor. A rush of pain filled his body as Jonathan held his elbow, having scraped it.
The taller man had the object and he took a few steps back when Jonathan tried to grab it. Neither of the men had the dignity or care to even stop the robotic man from falling onto his face. They both busted out laughing as if it was the funniest thing they have seen all day. The shorter one added, “He can’t walk dat one!” While pointing.
As the taller man came near, he crouched down with a chuckle, “Why should e’ give it back?” He dangled the scrap in his hand. “Isn’t it find’r keep’rs?” The man continued to egg the man on.
“It’s mine, though. I found it first. You stole it from me.” Jonathan looked at the crouched man with tears welling up in his eyes. He could feel the tears soon running down his cheeks. The loss of the object he had spent so many hours finding was extremely stressful. His whole body was shaking now. Again he tried to grab the scarp from the man’s hand, but he could quickly move it away.
“Thief, thief it’s mine not yours. IT’S MINE MINE MINE!!! I FOUND IT FIRST.” Jonathan screamed as he tried standing up, albeit very slowly. If one of the men could, they could push him back down if they wished. He could barely see through the fog caused by his crying and screaming.
A bit of concern came over both of the men when Jonathan began to scream and it caused them both to back up. “Settle! Settle!” the shorter man gestured his hands as if that would help Jonathan calm down at all. “E’re playin’ with ya,” the man glanced at his taller companion as if to see what the other man was going to do.
“It’ a piece of scrap! Why’d ya care about it so any’ay?” the taller man kept it in his grasp and this time he kept it near his side. Not toying with Jonathan but determining how much more he should push and prod at this man before it became an issue though they were not against issues or fights.
“Cuz i sent three hours looking for it. It’s apart of my collection.” He looked at the two men before sitting back down. Bending his tall knees over his face while using his long arms to wrap around his legs. “Your not playing a very good game. Momma always said to treat others how you want to be treated.” This last sentence was said in a breathy sort of whisper. Lifting up his mask and using his jacket sleeve to wipe away the tears. Putting his mask back before looking back at them. “I would like my scrap back please and thank you.” He said licking his chapped lips.
A laugh came out of the taller man, “Collect’en junk? Does it work?” he glanced down at the item in his hand and he doubted that it did work. Why were scavengers so… weird. Shaking his head in the negative, “Ya list’en to yah mamma?” Both of the men began to laugh.
The smaller one, “Mama’ boy — mama boy’” They were having their laughs and fun with Jonathan. Before the smaller man waved him off, “C’mon Hits. E’ don’t have time f’r dis,” he began to walk away.
Hits shrugged his shoulders and waved Jonathan off, “Go cry to yah mama’ bout it,” then he began to walk off.
“But but you stole it…it’s mine…give it back.” Jonathan could feel the tears coming back. Small droplets of tears seemed to run down his cheek. His whole body was starting to shake again. He started whimpering and crying softly, remembering how he was bullied as a child. Just then he heard someone speaking to him. “Don’t cry Jon i got this.” And as if a switch had been turned around Jonathan took off his backpack seting it down on the ground. Next her removed his mask placing it neatly on top of his pack. His hand moving to inside of his jacket to retrieve something.
Starting to follow them, he quickly caught up and tapped one of the men on the shoulder. “You got something that belongs to me pal.” He spoke sounding much different then the other men remembered him sounding. The object he had hidden was now in his hand, and with a press of a button the other thief could tell it was a knife. “Give back what you stole YOU CUNT!!!” Yelling as the theives could fully see Jonathan’s horrifically burnt face.
The larger one seeming to not want to trouble and somewhat shocked about the overall attitude of the man, he dropped the item, and raised up his hands. “Dere ya go! Yars! Keep ya’trash!” He wasn’t wanting to get stabbed and the look of the face that was exposed to him was quite haunting — something he didn’t want to play around with.
Seeing his larger friends reaction the smaller man, for a second, tightened up, and looked like he might try to brawl with Jonathan. That was until their boss, from across the way, whistled, and gestured for them to come back over. This caused relief in the smaller man’s form, “C’mon Hits,” he gestured to get away from Jonathan.
“Come on fellas i just wanna play a game…” He called to them with a loud sadistic sounding laugh. A few moments later he looked down at the ground and picked up the scrap, putting it into his jacket pocket. His eyes looking over at the person he assumed was their boss. With a smile that exposed the few yellow teeth that were in his mouth and a wink, Jonathan was signalling to him not to mess with him again.
Walking back to put on the backpack and mask. Letting out a few breaths before muttering something. “2.4.6.8.10.12.14.16.18.20.22.24.26.28.30.” And as he finished counting Jonathan looked around being extremely confused on what just happened. Shrugging his shoulders before walking away.
A few hours later Jonathan was standing at the mouth of one of the many tunnels. He had gotten to eat some food and decided to go scavenging for something valuable. Holding onto something as he felt the earthquake starting. “Oh no.” He muttered feeling conflicted if he should go in or not. But the thought of finding treasure was too tempting. Slowly he started walking into the tunnel.
THE RATMAN
He wanted something filling because he had not eaten breakfast yet. He could have eaten at the restaurant where he had done the deal, but was not in the mood for Asian food. He wanted something greasy. The closest restaurant that served greasy food was a few blocks from where he was. As he was walking on the street, he would occasionally stare above him, imagining the lights were the night sky stars. He stopped for a moment to close his eyes, imagining there was rain falling on his clothes. A recurring dream of his was lying down outside and stargazing. His daydreaming was interrupted when he felt someone bump hard against his shoulder.
“Get out of the way ya druggie freak.” The voice was coming from a tall, pudgy man. Jonathan opened his eyes to see the man standing beside him. He nodded, muttering something that sounded like an apology before walking off.
The area was definitely a busy one with a variety of misfits and… not as friendly individuals as some could put it. However, there was a small group of individuals funneling around the strangers, pickpocketing, exchanging pleasantries with, and so on. Nothing out of the abnormal behaviors of this area of Dominion — “Ey, boss,” one of the dirty scoundrels gave another man a light below.
“What?” The man shooed his elbow away while playing cards with the other guy. They had been taking a break until this point.
A groan from the original man, somewhat uncertain, “Dat guy loo’ a lil’ funny to yah?” he asked while making a gesture with his hand towards the individual he was watching.
Spitting to the ground, the boss shrugged, “Look a lil’ bit o’ sewer scrap to me,” he went back to what he was doing.
“I’m gonna see if he has any’tink gud on im’” the man patted the third man’s shoulder playfully before those two were off. Heading towards the Ratman with casualness. Nothing that pointed them directly at him except the ones curious eyes.
Jonathan didn’t seem to notice that he was being targeted. He seemed to be in his little world. As he walked down the street, his huge backpack jiggled up and down with each step he took. His breath was heavy and raspy. A side effect of being burned. And because of his maladaptive daydreaming, he would be an easy target for thieves. As he was walking, Jonathan whistled a song, wondering where he could get something greasy to eat. Or thinking perhaps a light snack would be more suitable.
The man that was shorter than Jonathan and his companion grabbed something from Jonathan’s backpack as if he owned it. No regard for personal space or caring what the situation might get him into or the other people around him. “Dis’ look a lil’ brokin,” the man chattered while gesturing the object to his friend.
“A! We ha’a rat,” the other man joked while taking the item. It was definitely something that Jonathan most likely scavenged up during his usual routes of trying to find something to sell or what not.
They were definitely trying to pick on him like schoolyard bullies. Nothing better to do. Seeing someone that they thought was an easy target to poke fun at.
Jonathan suddenly felt something jostling his backpack. At first, he thought it was an earthquake, but he noticed two men walking before him. His eye quickly saw something inside one of the men’s hands. Instantly recognized the item that was in his hand. “Hi, that’s mine, give it back you you thief!” Jonathan yelled, moving forward and reaching over to try and grab the item. However he tripped, causing him to fall face first onto the ground. “Owie.” Muttering and sitting on the floor. A rush of pain filled his body as Jonathan held his elbow, having scraped it.
The taller man had the object and he took a few steps back when Jonathan tried to grab it. Neither of the men had the dignity or care to even stop the robotic man from falling onto his face. They both busted out laughing as if it was the funniest thing they have seen all day. The shorter one added, “He can’t walk dat one!” While pointing.
As the taller man came near, he crouched down with a chuckle, “Why should e’ give it back?” He dangled the scrap in his hand. “Isn’t it find’r keep’rs?” The man continued to egg the man on.
“It’s mine, though. I found it first. You stole it from me.” Jonathan looked at the crouched man with tears welling up in his eyes. He could feel the tears soon running down his cheeks. The loss of the object he had spent so many hours finding was extremely stressful. His whole body was shaking now. Again he tried to grab the scarp from the man’s hand, but he could quickly move it away.
“Thief, thief it’s mine not yours. IT’S MINE MINE MINE!!! I FOUND IT FIRST.” Jonathan screamed as he tried standing up, albeit very slowly. If one of the men could, they could push him back down if they wished. He could barely see through the fog caused by his crying and screaming.
A bit of concern came over both of the men when Jonathan began to scream and it caused them both to back up. “Settle! Settle!” the shorter man gestured his hands as if that would help Jonathan calm down at all. “E’re playin’ with ya,” the man glanced at his taller companion as if to see what the other man was going to do.
“It’ a piece of scrap! Why’d ya care about it so any’ay?” the taller man kept it in his grasp and this time he kept it near his side. Not toying with Jonathan but determining how much more he should push and prod at this man before it became an issue though they were not against issues or fights.
“Cuz i sent three hours looking for it. It’s apart of my collection.” He looked at the two men before sitting back down. Bending his tall knees over his face while using his long arms to wrap around his legs. “Your not playing a very good game. Momma always said to treat others how you want to be treated.” This last sentence was said in a breathy sort of whisper. Lifting up his mask and using his jacket sleeve to wipe away the tears. Putting his mask back before looking back at them. “I would like my scrap back please and thank you.” He said licking his chapped lips.
A laugh came out of the taller man, “Collect’en junk? Does it work?” he glanced down at the item in his hand and he doubted that it did work. Why were scavengers so… weird. Shaking his head in the negative, “Ya list’en to yah mamma?” Both of the men began to laugh.
The smaller one, “Mama’ boy — mama boy’” They were having their laughs and fun with Jonathan. Before the smaller man waved him off, “C’mon Hits. E’ don’t have time f’r dis,” he began to walk away.
Hits shrugged his shoulders and waved Jonathan off, “Go cry to yah mama’ bout it,” then he began to walk off.
“But but you stole it…it’s mine…give it back.” Jonathan could feel the tears coming back. Small droplets of tears seemed to run down his cheek. His whole body was starting to shake again. He started whimpering and crying softly, remembering how he was bullied as a child. Just then he heard someone speaking to him. “Don’t cry Jon i got this.” And as if a switch had been turned around Jonathan took off his backpack seting it down on the ground. Next her removed his mask placing it neatly on top of his pack. His hand moving to inside of his jacket to retrieve something.
Starting to follow them, he quickly caught up and tapped one of the men on the shoulder. “You got something that belongs to me pal.” He spoke sounding much different then the other men remembered him sounding. The object he had hidden was now in his hand, and with a press of a button the other thief could tell it was a knife. “Give back what you stole YOU CUNT!!!” Yelling as the theives could fully see Jonathan’s horrifically burnt face.
The larger one seeming to not want to trouble and somewhat shocked about the overall attitude of the man, he dropped the item, and raised up his hands. “Dere ya go! Yars! Keep ya’trash!” He wasn’t wanting to get stabbed and the look of the face that was exposed to him was quite haunting — something he didn’t want to play around with.
Seeing his larger friends reaction the smaller man, for a second, tightened up, and looked like he might try to brawl with Jonathan. That was until their boss, from across the way, whistled, and gestured for them to come back over. This caused relief in the smaller man’s form, “C’mon Hits,” he gestured to get away from Jonathan.
“Come on fellas i just wanna play a game…” He called to them with a loud sadistic sounding laugh. A few moments later he looked down at the ground and picked up the scrap, putting it into his jacket pocket. His eyes looking over at the person he assumed was their boss. With a smile that exposed the few yellow teeth that were in his mouth and a wink, Jonathan was signalling to him not to mess with him again.
Walking back to put on the backpack and mask. Letting out a few breaths before muttering something. “2.4.6.8.10.12.14.16.18.20.22.24.26.28.30.” And as he finished counting Jonathan looked around being extremely confused on what just happened. Shrugging his shoulders before walking away.
A few hours later Jonathan was standing at the mouth of one of the many tunnels. He had gotten to eat some food and decided to go scavenging for something valuable. Holding onto something as he felt the earthquake starting. “Oh no.” He muttered feeling conflicted if he should go in or not. But the thought of finding treasure was too tempting. Slowly he started walking into the tunnel.
@mattmanganon
Taivas watched as the huge gorilla stomped into the tent. He knew that if he tried to intervene, he would get quite a beating. A part of him was pretty glad since he didn’t have to hear Dotty anymore. Taivas was staring back at the Kerchak and then at Tarzan. “Do you know this guy?” He asked. He was surprised when he mentioned that Kerchak was his father. “I can see that; you got his hairyness.” Taivas said, chuckling softly at his joke.
“Come on Tarzan don’t be a pansy. Stand up for yourself.” He stepped forward but backed down when he noticed Kerchak looking back at him. Following the others outside of the tent.
Taivas watched as the leopard from before started attacking the trio. “Son of a bitch.” The blonde summoned his keyblade, getting into a fighting stance. However, it was pretty hard since he didn’t want to hit Kerchak accidentally. Chasing after Sabor with the others, ensuring he didn’t lose sight of them. He jumped around, trying not to slam himself into a tree. He caught his breath as they finally caught up to Kerchak and Sabor.
“Finally, I thought I was never gonna get some payback. That asshole ruined my jacket.” Taivas summoned his keyblade again. He rushed towards Sabor and jumped high, swinging his weapon down to try and hit the leopard. “Take this!!!” He yelled out while coming down.
Taivas
Taivas watched as the huge gorilla stomped into the tent. He knew that if he tried to intervene, he would get quite a beating. A part of him was pretty glad since he didn’t have to hear Dotty anymore. Taivas was staring back at the Kerchak and then at Tarzan. “Do you know this guy?” He asked. He was surprised when he mentioned that Kerchak was his father. “I can see that; you got his hairyness.” Taivas said, chuckling softly at his joke.
“Come on Tarzan don’t be a pansy. Stand up for yourself.” He stepped forward but backed down when he noticed Kerchak looking back at him. Following the others outside of the tent.
Taivas watched as the leopard from before started attacking the trio. “Son of a bitch.” The blonde summoned his keyblade, getting into a fighting stance. However, it was pretty hard since he didn’t want to hit Kerchak accidentally. Chasing after Sabor with the others, ensuring he didn’t lose sight of them. He jumped around, trying not to slam himself into a tree. He caught his breath as they finally caught up to Kerchak and Sabor.
“Finally, I thought I was never gonna get some payback. That asshole ruined my jacket.” Taivas summoned his keyblade again. He rushed towards Sabor and jumped high, swinging his weapon down to try and hit the leopard. “Take this!!!” He yelled out while coming down.
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1 yr ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lugubrious @Simple Unicycle @DracoLunaris
Harry finished off his last attack with a dramatic pose He stopped posing when he noticed the split in his pants was fixed. “How did that happen?” Muttering to himself as Inland Empire spoke up. Assuming that Harry was wearing some sort of magical pants. He quickly turned towards the remaining zombies. Harry got into another fighting pose before getting back into action. However, he couldn’t do much since Band and his new canine companion seemed to be finishing off the other scrambling dead. “Good job, Band and Dog.” He said, complimenting both their fighting abilities. Harry’s backside was shone in a bright green light. His flat behind being quite noticeable. The detective turned around, wondering where it was coming from. Moving beside Band so he wouldn’t get run over by the large vehicle. He wondered who could have created this vehicle.
“Holy shit that’s awesome.” Harry exclaimed as he watched it atomize the zombies. The thought of shooting laser beams would be such an incredible superpower. He approached the stopped train and ran his hand on the chassi. “What kinda vehicle is this? How did you make it shoot that nifty laser?” Harry asked Stein and wondered if this vehicle was legal.
"Mr. Tank is a Metal Attacker," Tesset replied for Stein. "Unit designation NORA MA-03."
Stein patted her on the head. "Its real name is Atom, and it ain't a train. More like an all-terrain tank. I overcharged its cannon with a Sophinium smack from my thingamajig." Evidently technical explanations were the support droid's specialty.
“This doesn’t seem legal. You should press them to see if they have a license for such a weapon.” Authority said, to which Harry asked if Stein had a license to use this train. After Stein’s answer, Harry fixed his clothes from the fight.
"Uh huh." The big man outshined Harry's yellowish glint with a toothy flash of his pearly whites. "Makes me wonder, though: what d'you think you'd be doin' if I didn't? This mountainside part of your, uh, jurisdiction?"
"Your god dam right roughneck." Authority said but Harry just shook his head.
"No but I try to maintain the law as best I can. It comes with being a police officer." Harry said with a soft smile.
“Oh yeah, I’m all gravy.” Harry said to the girl, smiling, exposing his yellowing teeth to her. “So you're also looking for Heismay too? Were you hired to find those missing kids?” Adding while eyeing Stein and Tesset. “Yeah, I can tell it’s gonna be a dead space.” Harry added to the conversation. As they continued their conversation, Harry picked up the hat he had given to Dog Mullen. Picking it up and sadly looking at it. Putting it in his bag when he was able to find it. Perhaps Dog had dropped it while she was fighting the zombies. So maybe once it was dry, he could give it back to her.
He was worried that there would be worse things than the living dead inside of the mansion. Following the others, he kept his eyes out in case any creep would try to ambush them. “This is Detective Harry Dubois with the RCM; I want to ask you some questions. You're not in trouble. I just want to ask you some questions Mr. Heismay. ” He yelled out, his voice echoing through the mansion's foyer.
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Level: Lv: 6 EXP: (3/60)
Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands - Curien Mansion Courtyard
Level: Lv: 6 EXP: (3/60)
Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands - Curien Mansion Courtyard
Harry finished off his last attack with a dramatic pose He stopped posing when he noticed the split in his pants was fixed. “How did that happen?” Muttering to himself as Inland Empire spoke up. Assuming that Harry was wearing some sort of magical pants. He quickly turned towards the remaining zombies. Harry got into another fighting pose before getting back into action. However, he couldn’t do much since Band and his new canine companion seemed to be finishing off the other scrambling dead. “Good job, Band and Dog.” He said, complimenting both their fighting abilities. Harry’s backside was shone in a bright green light. His flat behind being quite noticeable. The detective turned around, wondering where it was coming from. Moving beside Band so he wouldn’t get run over by the large vehicle. He wondered who could have created this vehicle.
“Holy shit that’s awesome.” Harry exclaimed as he watched it atomize the zombies. The thought of shooting laser beams would be such an incredible superpower. He approached the stopped train and ran his hand on the chassi. “What kinda vehicle is this? How did you make it shoot that nifty laser?” Harry asked Stein and wondered if this vehicle was legal.
"Mr. Tank is a Metal Attacker," Tesset replied for Stein. "Unit designation NORA MA-03."
Stein patted her on the head. "Its real name is Atom, and it ain't a train. More like an all-terrain tank. I overcharged its cannon with a Sophinium smack from my thingamajig." Evidently technical explanations were the support droid's specialty.
“This doesn’t seem legal. You should press them to see if they have a license for such a weapon.” Authority said, to which Harry asked if Stein had a license to use this train. After Stein’s answer, Harry fixed his clothes from the fight.
"Uh huh." The big man outshined Harry's yellowish glint with a toothy flash of his pearly whites. "Makes me wonder, though: what d'you think you'd be doin' if I didn't? This mountainside part of your, uh, jurisdiction?"
"Your god dam right roughneck." Authority said but Harry just shook his head.
"No but I try to maintain the law as best I can. It comes with being a police officer." Harry said with a soft smile.
“Oh yeah, I’m all gravy.” Harry said to the girl, smiling, exposing his yellowing teeth to her. “So you're also looking for Heismay too? Were you hired to find those missing kids?” Adding while eyeing Stein and Tesset. “Yeah, I can tell it’s gonna be a dead space.” Harry added to the conversation. As they continued their conversation, Harry picked up the hat he had given to Dog Mullen. Picking it up and sadly looking at it. Putting it in his bag when he was able to find it. Perhaps Dog had dropped it while she was fighting the zombies. So maybe once it was dry, he could give it back to her.
He was worried that there would be worse things than the living dead inside of the mansion. Following the others, he kept his eyes out in case any creep would try to ambush them. “This is Detective Harry Dubois with the RCM; I want to ask you some questions. You're not in trouble. I just want to ask you some questions Mr. Heismay. ” He yelled out, his voice echoing through the mansion's foyer.
@Eviledd1984 I forgot to @ you with the tag.
Also, I totally deleted my other message that I wrote with the tag. Lmao!
So, I have been in DMs with some people. For character interaction, we have options:
- Scotti and Selene are in the ancient ducts of Dominion that are hooked up to the Grey market in Khia. They could definitely run into Johnathan "The Rat Man".
- Scotti and Selene could end up not running into the Rat Man and they could end up running into Pilka and Kara.
- Pilka and Kara could also possibly run into the Rat man.
Since all of these characters are in Khia, around Khia, connected to the tunnels, old sewers, etc...
@Xandrya@Qia@Eviledd1984
I can always put up an anonymous vote to see what route we want to go with interactions for this period. Plus, we do not have to continue with those routes above. They are optional.
For you, @Expendable, is there any particular route that you would like to go? If not, we can continue Kit going through government harassment or having Kit possibly meet with other NPCs/etc... I doubt he would be wandering the tunnels/Khia District/etc...
I voted for the first option lol.
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I am perfectly fine with that! With all the riots and things going on in the city, currently, I bet he would run into someone. I'll write something up and send it over to you via google doc. That won't be until after work tho, so around 5-ish EST.
Okay sounds good.
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