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I was wondering the same thing as Shien. Do I assume control now or wait for another post?
Thank you. And, yeah. Fallen and I are going to meet up soon.
Bottles clinked together as an arm emerged from a black mass in the dark workshop and attempted to find something on the workbench, groping blindly for a few minutes before a head emerged from the same black mass and looked in the direction the arm had been groping in. A second later the arm found what it was looking for and pulled a chain on a lamp, illuminating the workbench and small sphere around it in a pale golden light from the bulb of the lamp. The grizzled, middle-aged man blinked in the sudden light and rubbed his eyes and stubbly chin; groaning, he arched his back and twisted side to side, causing a few small pops in his back then got to his feet.
He looked around the workshop, taking in the piles of junk here and there and then the places where he had his guns disassembled for cleaning and had his tools. He walked from the workshop to his small dingy kitchen through the doorway connecting his house to his workshop and grabbed two brown glass bottles of beer. Cracking one open, Dante walked back into his workshop and said back down in front of his disassembled revolver. He set his beers down and began to clean his revolver.
He knew the weapon well, and had it cleaned in about five minutes. He examined all of the parts after cleaning them to make sure they weren’t rusted or anything and then proceeded to put the handgun back together and then set it aside on the workbench with the cylinder open and ready to load. He went to work on his rifle next; it was a Winchester Model 70 bolt action made of a dark polished wood. Not having built his rifle himself, it took Dante a little longer to clean it than it did his revolver.
When he was finished cleaning the rifle, Dante once again looked around the workshop, taking long swig from his opened bottle of beer. He took in the motorcycle a few feet away from him; it had a few things wrong with it, and he didn’t have the tools necessary to fix it, but he thought he knew who might; his son, who was one of the guards at Chico had mentioned a woman who needed a partner to go outside of the walls with, and she might have the tools Dante needed. Plus, he needed to make a trip out of the walls anyway. He finished off his beer and started on his other one on his way to his front door. He finished the beer at his door and put on a faded red ballcap and made his way to the house he was told the woman lived.
He looked around the workshop, taking in the piles of junk here and there and then the places where he had his guns disassembled for cleaning and had his tools. He walked from the workshop to his small dingy kitchen through the doorway connecting his house to his workshop and grabbed two brown glass bottles of beer. Cracking one open, Dante walked back into his workshop and said back down in front of his disassembled revolver. He set his beers down and began to clean his revolver.
He knew the weapon well, and had it cleaned in about five minutes. He examined all of the parts after cleaning them to make sure they weren’t rusted or anything and then proceeded to put the handgun back together and then set it aside on the workbench with the cylinder open and ready to load. He went to work on his rifle next; it was a Winchester Model 70 bolt action made of a dark polished wood. Not having built his rifle himself, it took Dante a little longer to clean it than it did his revolver.
When he was finished cleaning the rifle, Dante once again looked around the workshop, taking long swig from his opened bottle of beer. He took in the motorcycle a few feet away from him; it had a few things wrong with it, and he didn’t have the tools necessary to fix it, but he thought he knew who might; his son, who was one of the guards at Chico had mentioned a woman who needed a partner to go outside of the walls with, and she might have the tools Dante needed. Plus, he needed to make a trip out of the walls anyway. He finished off his beer and started on his other one on his way to his front door. He finished the beer at his door and put on a faded red ballcap and made his way to the house he was told the woman lived.
Who is Slender Man in the RP?
Thanks, Xodus. And, I don't care which option you go through with.
I got a short simple post up.
Alice walked down the hallway with her usual long, graceful strides toward the library, where she knew her twin brother would be; he was always there, studying up on alchemy, geography, and various other subjects that she couldn’t keep track of at this point. She rounded a corner and arrived outside of the library’s doors and then walked in to begin searching for her brother. It wasn’t long before she found him hidden near the back in a little alcove to himself, with his nose in a book and a stack to his left and right; books he had already read during his time in the library and books he intended to read before leaving the library. Alice said down across from her brother and waited for exactly twenty seconds, counting seconds in her head, before she spoke to her brother.
“Barny, the teams just got back. They’re banged up pretty bad. A lot of them had to be put in the tanks. The Gemellies were on the mission.”
Barnabas marked his place in his book mentally before looking up at his sister over his glasses and giving her his full attention. His interest was piqued when she mentioned the Gemellie. He wondered why they had been sent and what could have happened to put so many Asylums in a state bad enough to be put in the tanks. Barnabas looked back down at the book and mentally marked his place again before he got up from his chair.
“That’s all very odd… and interesting. Let’s go find out what happened. You’ll be doing the talking of course.”
“Oh, Barny! When are you going to learn to talk to people!?”
“Shhh! We are still in the library, Alice,” Barnabas whispered back, “Besides, I know how to talk to people. I just choose not to talk to very many is all.”
“Sure…”
The twins exited the library in the midst of their argument and walked back down the hallway Alice took on her way to the library.
“Where do you think the Gemellie are, Barny?”
“Hm… either at the tanks… no, the Asylums would be healed by now. Where would they go after being healed? To eat, perhaps?”
Upon his question, as if answering it, Alice’s stomach growled loudly.
“Food sounds good, Barny. Let’s go to the cafeteria anyway.”
With that, Alice led the way to the cafeteria. When they reached the door, one of the Gemellie walked out of the cafeteria, and Alice almost bumped into her. Barnabas stared at her for a fraction of a second, just long enough to go unnoticed, hopefully. The twins walked into the cafeteria to find the Asylums who were in the tanks at a table eating hungrily. With them was the Crimson Asylum. Barnabas’s interest was piqued again, but he instead made his way to an empty table while Alice went and got herself food. When she came back and sat down, Barnabas sat and thought about what could have happened to cause so many Asylums to end up in the tanks, especially if the Crimson Aslyum was involved.
“Barny, the teams just got back. They’re banged up pretty bad. A lot of them had to be put in the tanks. The Gemellies were on the mission.”
Barnabas marked his place in his book mentally before looking up at his sister over his glasses and giving her his full attention. His interest was piqued when she mentioned the Gemellie. He wondered why they had been sent and what could have happened to put so many Asylums in a state bad enough to be put in the tanks. Barnabas looked back down at the book and mentally marked his place again before he got up from his chair.
“That’s all very odd… and interesting. Let’s go find out what happened. You’ll be doing the talking of course.”
“Oh, Barny! When are you going to learn to talk to people!?”
“Shhh! We are still in the library, Alice,” Barnabas whispered back, “Besides, I know how to talk to people. I just choose not to talk to very many is all.”
“Sure…”
The twins exited the library in the midst of their argument and walked back down the hallway Alice took on her way to the library.
“Where do you think the Gemellie are, Barny?”
“Hm… either at the tanks… no, the Asylums would be healed by now. Where would they go after being healed? To eat, perhaps?”
Upon his question, as if answering it, Alice’s stomach growled loudly.
“Food sounds good, Barny. Let’s go to the cafeteria anyway.”
With that, Alice led the way to the cafeteria. When they reached the door, one of the Gemellie walked out of the cafeteria, and Alice almost bumped into her. Barnabas stared at her for a fraction of a second, just long enough to go unnoticed, hopefully. The twins walked into the cafeteria to find the Asylums who were in the tanks at a table eating hungrily. With them was the Crimson Asylum. Barnabas’s interest was piqued again, but he instead made his way to an empty table while Alice went and got herself food. When she came back and sat down, Barnabas sat and thought about what could have happened to cause so many Asylums to end up in the tanks, especially if the Crimson Aslyum was involved.
Sounds good. So you will make a few posts of him being healed, and then I regain control of him a few posts later and meet up with Gerald and Jillian and explain what happened? Also, I won't be able to post Friday night to Sunday.
I'm working on my post now. Should have it up either tomorrow or the next day. I won't be active this weekend though.
So I should just introduce my character in Chico, maybe he can have a shop, and then one you can come by to get a gun looked at or fixed and then end up employing him because of his gunsmithing abilities?
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