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Keep it, I'm thinking he's running over to block Lillith's exit.
Prussian-inspired fantasy culture colonizing Mordor? I'm in.
How would you feel about a highwayman/ bandit character?
How would you feel about a highwayman/ bandit character?
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Oh Jesus (naked jesus, lulz), you're going to get us shot at aren't you?
"They have guns! Wait, I have a gun!"
Sane, intelligent people will run.
Unfortunately, you're with Cooper Harley.
Unfortunately, you're with Cooper Harley.
The trip upstate would have been pleasant, if not for Cooper anxiously looking over his shoulders every ten seconds for staties, and the fact that his companion was obviously gowed up, a fact that might be successfully hidden from someone without a working pair of ears or eyes, but probably not a police officer with even a soupçon of experience. Maybe this whole thing had been a bad idea. Cooper sometimes thought that someone somewhere should make a machine that just prints out a card with a good idea written on it every hour on the hour, so everyone could keep one in their house. Then they could just read the cards and follow up on the randomly generated good ideas. That way, there would be no real excuse for doing dumb shit.
Somehow, Cooper doubted the machine would print out a card that would read "Leave town with a drug dealer you don't fully trust and try to solve a mystery."
Lillith gave him a nudge as they walked and pointed out the beat-up old church, telling him that Maria had been part of the congregation there. He hadn't been inside a church since he was a little kid. Did he own a Bible? He couldn't remember. Probably not.
Cooper looked at the time on his cell phone. The party would just be starting. Good. What kind of loser showed up at a party on time? Which meant they had time to poke around. Anything they could learn would be a good bargaining chip in case either got caught. For a man who prided himself on his worldly pragmatism, but still managed to be wrong about most things, this was terribly prescient. "Yeah, let's go have a look, maybe ask a few questions," he said with a nod. Being reasonably certain that he wouldn't burst into flames upon stepping onto consecrated ground, he walked towards the church, reassuring himself that his little pistol was still readily accessible. Pushing open the door, he looked around for an office or a pastor or something that might be useful. "Hello?" he called questioningly.
Somehow, Cooper doubted the machine would print out a card that would read "Leave town with a drug dealer you don't fully trust and try to solve a mystery."
Lillith gave him a nudge as they walked and pointed out the beat-up old church, telling him that Maria had been part of the congregation there. He hadn't been inside a church since he was a little kid. Did he own a Bible? He couldn't remember. Probably not.
Cooper looked at the time on his cell phone. The party would just be starting. Good. What kind of loser showed up at a party on time? Which meant they had time to poke around. Anything they could learn would be a good bargaining chip in case either got caught. For a man who prided himself on his worldly pragmatism, but still managed to be wrong about most things, this was terribly prescient. "Yeah, let's go have a look, maybe ask a few questions," he said with a nod. Being reasonably certain that he wouldn't burst into flames upon stepping onto consecrated ground, he walked towards the church, reassuring himself that his little pistol was still readily accessible. Pushing open the door, he looked around for an office or a pastor or something that might be useful. "Hello?" he called questioningly.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
SIXGUN
Ben nodded to himself, then decided he had heard enough. It was pretty much as he expected- Marconi was thinking self-defense, while Music was thinking in grander terms. Still staying low, he placed one of the micro-cams just beneath the window- it wouldn't see anything, but the sensitive mic would be able to pick up the conversations occuring within. Somehow. Maybe it was magic. He crept away from the window until reaching what was obviously the better-worn path leading to the compound's gate. Hands in his pockets, whistling softly, he made no attempt to look like he was trying to hide, even giving a friendly nod to one of the patrols he passed.
Sixgun let himself out of the compound, making a beeline for the the nearest El station. Pariah had picked it carefully, close enough to be reached by a short trip, but too far away to be watched by the Outfit. After all, who in this neighborhood would use public transit?
He found the trash can he had been informed of, reached to the small ashtray atop the metal cylinder. Digging his fingers into the butts and black grit, he dug until he found the hidden catch that unlocked the device and lifted the entire tray out. Looking to see if anyone was watching, Sixgun reached into his pocket and deposited the vial labeled Apex into the small chamber beneath. Ben deposited the ashtray back in its proper place, carefully brushed the butts and sand to look undisturbed. "Alright, folks, I left the vial at the drop," he whispered. Did this implant thing even work like that? Could they read his thoughts? Christ, there was a bit of metal inside his head. That couldn't be healthy. "Also, start looking into superhumans for hire in the Midwest, the ones that haven't thrown in with Legion. Music is lobbying for superpowered muscle and it looks like he might get his way. Let's get an idea of what we might potentially be up against."
On his way back to the compound, he stopped at a convenience store and bought a pint of cheap whiskey, a pack of cheap cigarettes. In his day you went to a proper tobacconist- even the smallest town had one- and carefully blended different leaves, then rolled them in paper when you felt like a smoke. None of this machine-made prepackaged stuff. He might give those away, too.
Letting himself back into the compound, he headed back for the guest house. "Don't never say Fletcher Ross never came through for y'all, gents," he said with a wink as he tossed the whiskey to the men guarding Fontana's room, continuing to walk back to his own chambers.
Ben nodded to himself, then decided he had heard enough. It was pretty much as he expected- Marconi was thinking self-defense, while Music was thinking in grander terms. Still staying low, he placed one of the micro-cams just beneath the window- it wouldn't see anything, but the sensitive mic would be able to pick up the conversations occuring within. Somehow. Maybe it was magic. He crept away from the window until reaching what was obviously the better-worn path leading to the compound's gate. Hands in his pockets, whistling softly, he made no attempt to look like he was trying to hide, even giving a friendly nod to one of the patrols he passed.
Sixgun let himself out of the compound, making a beeline for the the nearest El station. Pariah had picked it carefully, close enough to be reached by a short trip, but too far away to be watched by the Outfit. After all, who in this neighborhood would use public transit?
He found the trash can he had been informed of, reached to the small ashtray atop the metal cylinder. Digging his fingers into the butts and black grit, he dug until he found the hidden catch that unlocked the device and lifted the entire tray out. Looking to see if anyone was watching, Sixgun reached into his pocket and deposited the vial labeled Apex into the small chamber beneath. Ben deposited the ashtray back in its proper place, carefully brushed the butts and sand to look undisturbed. "Alright, folks, I left the vial at the drop," he whispered. Did this implant thing even work like that? Could they read his thoughts? Christ, there was a bit of metal inside his head. That couldn't be healthy. "Also, start looking into superhumans for hire in the Midwest, the ones that haven't thrown in with Legion. Music is lobbying for superpowered muscle and it looks like he might get his way. Let's get an idea of what we might potentially be up against."
On his way back to the compound, he stopped at a convenience store and bought a pint of cheap whiskey, a pack of cheap cigarettes. In his day you went to a proper tobacconist- even the smallest town had one- and carefully blended different leaves, then rolled them in paper when you felt like a smoke. None of this machine-made prepackaged stuff. He might give those away, too.
Letting himself back into the compound, he headed back for the guest house. "Don't never say Fletcher Ross never came through for y'all, gents," he said with a wink as he tossed the whiskey to the men guarding Fontana's room, continuing to walk back to his own chambers.
I do recall saying that, yes. Other than that, looks fine to me. Go ahead and join the fun.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Yes it is. Let's see the CS.
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12 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
I may have picked the worst possible place to pass out from exhaustion.Both in game and IRL.
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