Sigil

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Caesar Gonzalez

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Location: The Regal Building, Apartment 1D (His)

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That was interesting indeed. Not so much that one man, John Tegan, owned so much real estate in the area (though it was worth noting), but that he felt the need to bury it under numerous layers of corporate rigmarole, as if he were hiding something. Now, that something could be a simple repositioning of holdings into a more favorable tax slot, as fits the custom of moneyed individuals, or it could be something more sinister.

The last piece of the puzzle Caesar could uncover before losing the digital trail was the name of another shell company, Gretchen Mortgage LLC, and a single other holding of note: Storage, Dockside. Why would that be accessible to the public, yet buried in a manner to make it cumbersome to locate? Why bother putting it out there in the first place? And what connection would this mystery storage unit have with the five buildings in this area? Well, only one way to find out.

A glance to the clock on the wall gave the older man a jolt of surprise. It had been just a handful of hours since he'd started his investigation into his video and the real estate. It had felt like so much longer. Perhaps this is what happens sometimes when one woke up early and threw themselves into a project, despite his experiences in the matter to the contrary. Plenty of daylight left with which to check out this new information with his own two eyes. Not being familiar with the docks of this particular city, Caesar had to fall back on his knowledge of other locales and their waterfront districts. People go there to die, at least at nighttime.

Short form: He wasn't going to go snooping around unless he had an excellent idea of the lay of the land. It would be some time before his girls got back from work, he assumed the same of the forensic technician. Besides, he hadn't seen much of the city as of yet, aside from his company's contract venues and a couple of watering holes. Maybe a touristy section or two. There was an applicable segment of time to investigate and return. Caesar scribbled down the name of the building's owner, the shell company, and the address of the storage unit on postit notes and attached them along the top of his laptop's monitor. He took a few minutes to open up a secure window, punch the address into the search bar, and get a good look at the overhead and street views of the location he was about to visit.

Within twenty minutes, Caesar was in his standard working gear and sitting atop a glorious street machine, his Harley Scorpion Reverse Trike. It was unapologetically parked on his patio, below street level. The engine roared to life, quickly quieting to a low idle. The grizzled Mexican settled his helmet over his luxurious hair and spurred his machine up the steps and onto street level, putting distance between himself and his apartment.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

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Keystone

Location: Storehouse, Road North of Salarn, Day Three

Interacting With: Lerraina, Ntaj, Group In General

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”And how is your morning thus far?" greeted Gretchin, apparently suppressing a smirk, "Satisfying?” She chuckled softly. Keystone was mildly amused. On the one hand, he enjoyed speaking with someone that was equal parts sarcasm and levity. On the other hand, having that sarcasm and levity aimed in his general direction must be met in measure. He arched an eyebrow and met Gretchin's gaze, putting a look of concentration across his face. Keystone raised his left fist, letting it hover just below his direct field of vision. He raised his right hand next to it, as if he were holding an imaginary tool of some sort. Regarding his invisible implement with some concern, Keystone inserted it into the side of his balled-up right hand, and began turning it slowly as one might a crank or a wind up automaton gear.

After some three or four turns, the broad man's first two fingers sprung skyward in a manner resembling an insulting gesture, eerily similar in form to the one he had presented Cremwise with earlier. Keystone's look of intense concentration was replaced by mock surprise, fading to a rough smile as he uttered, "Dearie me, m'lady. I'm just as shocked as you." He smiled a bit, somewhat more genuinely than his last expression. "C'mon then. Miles to go yet, if'n you're comin' with."

With his belongings stowed and a meal inside of him, Keystone was ready to hit the road. The difference of rest and improving weather visibly altered his mood for the better, at least enough to pull crude jokes on his traveling companions. Keystone strode toward the door with a lighter step (for him), and reached out to open the storehouse portal when a clear knock sounded from the other side.

Someone was knocking. Fabulous.

Keystone looked back at the others, motioning with one hand to indicate urgency. He didn't have a clue as to who this may be; friend or foe, the true and angry owner of this structure, nasty Orcses, what have you. Considering the nature of the past couple of days, he didn't want the group to be caught flat footed. Keystone could take a hit well and didn't require much in the way of preparation for a fight. If this was an issue, he could buy the rest of them precious seconds by acting as a human bulwark.

With forced informality, Keystone opened the door. His foot was planted firmly behind it, ensuring a high measure of control over how far the door would swing inward. And there he was. The person laying knuckle upon door in an attempt to elicit a meeting between himself and those on the other side. It was yet another Half-Orc. At appearance, he was alone, if mostly naked.

"Well then." he began flatly, "Right sorry there, squire. You're gonna have'ta speak with the Lady of the 'ouse then, yeah?" Keystone leaned his head back just enough to allow for his voice to be more clearly heard on the inside. "Oh, Sweet'ums..." For less that a heartbeat's time, his eyes darted back in Sana's direction, "Gots us a bloke out 'ere by his lonesome, solicitin' buttons at the doorstep."

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@BeautifulSnow

Cool deal. With said clarifications, move them both over to the CS page. Now, let's talk starting point.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@jakeb1993

Ok, now that you've got him in officially, we need to work out his starting point. No one starts in Newnan proper, nor do they start walking up to the gates. Plans for entry have to be worked out with the GM (Co, in this case), or we can drop you somewhere on the map nearby. Give it a think and get back to me.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@BeautifulSnow

Pre-Outbreak Skills:

Kellie knows how to make flower bouquets and table pieces - Florist?
Kellie knows how to use a knife - Knife skill, fairly straightforward, subtle art of stabby stabby.
Kellie has the knowledge to make herbal potions against infections - I'm assuming you're going with Basic Herbalism with this one, yes?

Post-Outbreak Skills:

Be on the look out for Walkers - I'm a little fuzzy on this. Observation/Lookout?
Using a gun / killing Walkers - Standard Pistol skill will suffice, aiming for the head is pretty much common knowledge if you're still alive after three years
Scavenging - straightforward, also useful.

Clean those up and I think we're good.

Anastasia's sheet looks fine. Spiffy even.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@jakeb1993

Concerning "Project Starlight":

Regardless of the hopeful end result of your character's research with the Department of Defense, if his mystery project gave him worthwhile experience learning the basics of electronics and mechanical components, great. Do not expect him to have access to anything resembling cutting edge tech. Do not expect to propose and execute a successful group raid on his former base with the intent of recovering anything useful in continuing his work. Project Starlight is an interesting bit of character history, nothing more. Usage of EMPs are not permitted in this RP.

Otherwise, CS is good to go. Please move to the CS tab at your leisure.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Charnobylisk

Touche. I was considering an incident with the campfire, buuut...

Hold the phone, he didn't sleep the previous night. He was in cognative meditation. Though there might be an arguement for your position, as it does require total relaxation and indifference to distractions.

Rrrrip!

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Really? You guys realize Keystone was outside of and behind the building, right? And just a little ways back in the trees? The sound might be a medieval wake up call, but you're otherwise safe. Ish.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Black James!

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Location: Newnan City, outside the Walls

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"Hot DAYUM, that's a blast!" joked James as he hopped from the back of his truck and clambered back behind the wheel. There was massive danger, true, what with a horde of Walkers doing the Undead Shuffle right behind them, but Zoie's plan to divert them was downright fun in its application.

Between the bombs and the rev of the motorcycle, sure enough those rotting bastards were starting to turn around and take notice. Now here came the fun part: Keep close enough to them to hold their interest, but stay far enough ahead so that they didn't get turned into a Big Black Manwich and two sides of Ladies' Fingers. The closest thing to fast food left in this world, and only the frigging dead people got to partake.

Just didn't seem fair to him, not one bit. Not that he was seriously considering resorting to cannibalism, mind you. The man just had a hankering for Two All-Beef Patties, Special Sauce, Lettuce, Cheese, Pickles, Onions on a Sesame Seed Bun. Comma. Damnit. Fries and a chocolate shake would go down good, too. Nope, the closest thing to it he would get, ever again in this lifetime, was badly injured and stuck in a tree near the Agriculture area within the outer wall. He had to get back soon, put that poor animal out of its misery. Then into his smoker. Yummy yummy, beef in tummy.

They had to make noise? FINE. James swung down the driver's side sun visor and selected a CD appropriate to the situation. Grinning like a parolee in a whorehouse, he slid the shiny music disk into the console's player and made a selection, and cranked up the volume. It sounded a bit like this.

Mental promises of wood-fired meat dancing heavily in the back of his mind, James cruised into the next intersection where they had to force the horde into a direction change, and repeated the slingshot maneuver. This time, however, they had a little musical accompaniment. He sang along, loud and proud, with the chorus. Ordinarily, such an action in their given situation would be insane, even suicidal. Perhaps this was why he was so startlingly full of glee and vigor.

The next turning point found the indomitable Black James bobbing his head and dancing in the truck bed as he set up his spear, still singing, "I play chicken with the train, play chicken with the train, play chicken with the..."

Just sometimes, he loved his work.

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Bridgette Vinters

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Location: Atop the wagon, in front of the Courthouse

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With a sad and heavy heart, Bridgette realized that there was real, honest commotion going on inside of the municipal building, in front of which her wagon was positioned. Yes, commotion was afoot, an she wasn't part of it. She could use a little stress relief today; the day hadn't exactly been ideal. A quick and brutal workout would suffice nicely. Then again, group full of new people. If they checked out okay, maybe they could show the new girl what they did for fun in sunny Newnan.

Worse came to worst, someone in this crater had to have a stash of liquor she could trade for.

While she had decided to stick with the wagon for the next while, Bridgette was curious to find out a little more about her surroundings. Obviously, she was in the historic downtown. Craning her neck about, she got a good 360° view. They had a motor pool, fair number of people. Weapons, ammo. People in positions of authority. Even in the aftermath of what amounted to a profoundly sub-par day, these people were in a better position than many she had seen and summarily avoided out in the world.

Okay, keep up the bravado, but dial it back. The brutal shieldmaiden suddenly wanted to know more about this place. She had seen Walldi- <ahem> Ash climb into his truck and just sit there. Perhaps he needed time to himself, after doing whatever needed doing. So there Bridgette sat, getting a good look at the man in the driver's seat of the vehicle that brought them all together, in the most ass way possible. There he sat, staring at something below the dash.

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Ashton Holloway

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Location: Hordebuster, across the intersection from and facing the Courthouse

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Alone with one's thoughts is generally a position benign in nature. Helpful, even. Probably not in Ash's case, however. There he sat in a vehicle he once called home, trying hard to have anything resembling an emotion. To pass the time during, he listened carefully to any news which may or may not flood through his radio.

Sitting, waiting, taking some "Me Time" now that his people weren't under immediate danger of annihilation. Regularly, he tilted his eyes up to view the scene in front of the Courthouse. Two guards still with the wagon, angry Viking lady still on top. No one running, no one screaming, no one dying, as far as he could tell. There would come a time, and probably very soon, when he would be pulled away from the great, uncaring nothing that permeated his brain, but just for now he took it as a kindness.

Ashton had time, and he was going to take full advantage of it.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Holy shit, @Lady Amalthea.

4000 posts and I've never quite seen you lower the hammer like that. From the looks of it, you've edited out a whole lot of Fucks and Damnits, too. I appreciate the support of our benevolent GM.