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ALCOHOL


Alcohol squinted at the smiling maniac. What the fuck was he on about? Whatever it was, it sounded like he was surrendering. He threatened a guards life, which Al didn't like. Clearly, he thought he was making some kind of power move. Right now, the best thing to do would be not to engage on a philosophical level with the pyscho.

"We're puttin' you in cuffs." Al declared bluntly. It was a statement of fact rather than a threat or even a command. The young man behind Pepsi looked nervous. Another guard joined him, she holstered her gun and held a baseball bat for close quarters. Pepsi was surrounded, but Al could not risk Pepsi walking with those deadly hands of his free. If Pepsi was going to attempt an escape the mayor would rather have him start fighting right now while outgunned and outmaneuvered, than later, when the warrior could act on his own terms. Even if this guy somehow managed to kill someone, he would get gunned down right after.

Still, the preferable outcome was this guy coming quietly. Give him an inch, he'll take a mile. It was very key that right now Alcohol showed Steelbird Landing that they all had it under control. Gun him down in the streets like the savage dog he was and suddenly they might have a point. Well, Al thought grimly to himself, they don't. Nothing makes a stronger statement than a second chance.
Magnumus Agoston, Centurion.

Level 1 - (7/10) EXP
Location: Scrap Yard
Word Count: 478 words

The Centurion knelt down, his eyes scanning through the slits of his helmet through the battlefield. One thing that has piqued his interest were these people dressed in all metallic armor. Through their discarded bodies, the Centurion had made a troubling revelation. They were yet another force he did not understand. The entities did not bleed, nor did they have any sort of internal organ. They all seemed to carry these arms of fire, though it did not do them well against the ferocious evil rabbit creatures. Even though all of these entities were evil, it seemed they were not a peace with each other. In their corrupted forms they fought and squabbled over seemingly very little than land or territory. What ideology could these beings possibly posess worth dying over? Even the savage Vikings to the icy wastelands north of his home fought for Valhalla and their misguided notions of "freedom." These creatures were mindless. So why did they fight? It seemed this Galeem entity's perfect world was not perfect at all.

Still, even if these metal men were steel, and felt no pain, his sword would cut through them well enough with a well placed blow. Through years of training and mental fortitude, few armors could withstand the might of a legionnaire's blade. Further out, a menacing figure stood. A maniacal man with two entities next to him, both seeming to be armed to the teeth with projectile launchers. Dangerous, indeed.

"I must admit, I am out of my depth." Agoston said, showing a rare sign of humility. "Of course, if before us lay a Samurai infested jungle, a Viking horde, or a Wu-Lin naval fleet, I could show you the way through with ease. In the matters of this strange reality I am unexperienced. Strange rules, and stranger creatures. I need to get up close and personal to deal with these malignant entitites. Exotic strategies for exotic lands! I look forward to testing my mettle and metal against a foreign threat, but I need help. I defer my strength to the group's will.

To the right, there is conflict. Perhaps we could strike in the chaos of battle. If we do not take them now, I can only imagine the winner of the battle will find us later. To the left, a suspicious calm, but an apparent path to our objective. The final obstacle being the goggled man and his two gun devices. I say we strike the battle now, while we have the chance. Test ourselves and our foes before we find ourselves with their undivided attention."


He had embedded his blade in the ground while he talked, rubbing the chin of his helmet as if it were his real face. Agoston was at peace in his armor, like it was an extenstion of his being, and in some ways, it was.

*slaps self*

OK no more BS. forgive me If I miss some interactions I'm just going to respond to the most recent GM post RIGHT NOW within the HOUR.
ALCOHOL


Plaza. Another straw to layer onto the already structually compromised camels back. And now, First was dead. A cop, one of the people meant to protect this city all because Alcohol let this big guy from Plaza into town. Al stood. "Get two units to go to the armory at the station. You need to lead me to this fucker." As he spoke, the mayor knelt down and pulled up a loose floorboard. Nestled in the a hole in the dirt was a footlocker. Unlocked, he flipped bent and rusted pre-war container open and inside was one of the most high-quality shotguns in town. Alcohol could most certainly handle himself in a gun fight, and this pump-action beauty was durable and well-maintained over the years.

Nickles most likely had an improvised handgun or rifle. The mayor followed the guard into the streets, where they quickly and effeciently navigated toward the scene of the incident. People would recognize a situation was developing when the mayor had his shotgun out. This was no ordinary arrest. This person was an ambassador of sorts. This was more of a diplomatic incident than anything. If he was to be honest, First in particular would not be missed, but he imagined it could have been anyone. Murder like this could not stand, obviously, but there were greater implications. Al had to handle this situation carefully.

They cut through a narrow alleyway and the two men burst onto the scene. Several other guards were arriving, all of them armed with an improvised firearm. Still, bullets were bullets. Most of the road was empty, with a few people mordibly watching from behind cover as the man from Plaza had begun tearing into the flesh of First with a broken bottle.

"That's enough!" Alcohol shouted, leveling his shotgun at the man. As they had trained, a guard or two would circle behind Pepsi, most likely climbing to a rooftop. One of the guards would try to get ontop of the building Pepsi and First had been in earlier, for sure.

"Toss that bottle to the side, get your hands in the air, and on your knees to the dirt." Alcohol declared, his voice loud but steady. His finger was behind the trigger of the shotgun, the ironsights lining up with Pepsi's wide center of mass.

"Don't test me, boy." He concluded firmly, narrowing his eyes. The mayor took a few steps forward, beginning him and his guards slow approach to try and take the outsider alive.

@Archmage MC ok, thank you. i will work on getting a post up soon.
ok, i'm a little behind again, but i read up on most of it but i'm having a hard time putting our characters in a concrete location. They just made it past the mario crushing blocks, right? all of them? And now they are on the path directly to peach's castle? That's where the rabbids and the Evil Engineer are, right?
Alcohol


Alcohol narrowed his eyes as Milk approached. She was sure being brazen about her approach. What did she want? He closed the window and approached the door a few moments after she knocked and opened it. What she was saying was a little hard to make out though the walls, but Alcohol got the gist. He wondered if the threat of rumor was genuine. The door swung open and the sun lit up his frame, casting a stark silhouette on the floor behind him.

"Can I help you?" He asked dryly.

As Alcohol came into view Milk smirked, the corner of her lips mischievous as ever. "Took you long enough.!" she cooed, as she handed him the rock that she had picked up. "Here is a present. Now that I have given you something, you should give something to me." she tapped the side of her chin with her finger, before speaking again, "I need to know where Hemlock is, have you seen her?" Milk asked, her foot stepping forward slightly to perhaps be let into his home.

He glanced down at the rock, giving a cynical chuckle. Alcohol stepped aside. "Come into my office, we'll talk in there." He grabbed a chair leaning against the wall and moved it for Milk to sit in. Then he sat on his chair on the other side of the desk. He considered her question. Hemlock. Yeah, someone he knew probably knew where she was. It's not like she was hard to miss. Still, he couldn't just give out information like that.

"Why do you wanna know?" He asked, setting the stone down on his desk.

Milk sat in the chair Alcohol offered her, her ankles crossing beneath her delicately. She smiled when he placed the stone down on his desk, perhaps he would keep it for awhile? "I need her help." Milk admitted. There was no reason for her to lie. There weren't any devious contexts about the situation they had found themselves in. Milk rested her hands onto her thighs before continuing once more, "Hemlock knows where my friend is, and I need to talk to her. That's it Al, no harm done." her lips pouted slightly as her eyes widened for mercy. She hoped that Alcohol was in a good mood today so that more strings would not have to be pulled. She was already exhausted, and knew that the trouble for the day had really just begun.

Alcohol drummed his fingers for a brief moment, thinking. Obviously, there were limits to telling everybody who came in here where someone was. Generally, he liked to keep his so called "intelligence network" limited to things like missing persons and threats to the town. Personal favors like this were another thing entirely. Especially since, in this case, something was off.

"Just ask her. If Hemlock wanted to help you, she would, right?"

Milk adjusted in her seat, her ankles uncrossing as she leaned forward slightly. "Well." the woman started, her finger digging slightly into the skin of her thigh, "Well, yes she would. However, I don't know WHERE Hemlock is, and that is why I am asking you, because you are the right person to ask." the woman cocked her head slightly as she looked into Alcohol's eyes, her gaze steady before she parted her lips once more, "If you don't think you can help me, by all means just tell me now. I don't want to waste my time, but it's dire to this community that you give me Hem's location. If my friend gets hurt, there is going to be a lot of problems coming." Milk taunted, a small grin forming- her teeth showing ever so slightly. "I don't want any trouble Al, you know I don't want any trouble." she claimed, as she moved her left leg to cross over her right leg to expose a decent amount of thigh.

Al nodded. "Right. You think this person, your friend, whoever they are, are in danger. They might be missing or lost. We can start looking for them. When we find them, we can take them into protective custody, if you'd like. Unless," He averted his gaze, looking down at his desk. He leaned forward onto his desk and laced his fingers together, then he looked back up at Milk. "You think Hemlock is somehow responsible for this persons absence? Because, unless you think someone's life is really in danger, I don't think we can help you." He laying out the rules. What if Milk just wanted to smash Hemlock's face in with a rock? The fact that she was asking for information on Hemlock, and not the as-of-yet unamed missing person was suspicious to the mayor.

Placing her face in the palm of her hand, Milk could do nothing at first but shake her head. Alcohol was unwavering, he was solid. He was hard, but NOT the kind Milk had dealt with so many times before. "No, no. I don't want any of this!" she spoke, feeling a sense of defeat. She removed her head from her palm as she leaned forward and placed a hand warmly on top of Alcohol's intertwined fingers. "I just want my friend home safe, she means a lot to me. I'm sorry for causing a scene. I just thought you.." Milk slipped her hand away slowly, her eyes falling to the floor. "I just thought you'd be different." she finalized her words before raising herself up and out of the chair. "Thanks Al." she cooed, beginning to turn from the desk where he sat.

Alcohol blinked at the hand contact. What was she playing at? Was there some layer he was missing? Still, he knew what he should say, so he did. "Sorry, Milk. If you're friend wants to go somewhere without telling you, they can. I can't make exceptions just because you're my friend. Soon as I start making exceptions..." He let the sentence hang, shrugging.

"If you think this person is in danger from someone, just let an officer know, okay?" His tone softened a bit, though even Alcohol couldn't tell if it was genuine or condescending.

"I will." she said with a nod, and a slight wave of hand. Alcohol was invincible. Milk would have to find Hemlock herself, or leave Twix to rot. Milk walked out of the office, closing the door behind her, Alcohol watching her as she went. Milk used the height of the hill for an advantage for only a moment- her hand reaching up to her brow to cover her eyes from the high light that radiated towards her. The people looked like ants from here, and Milk was ever so sweet. Her adventure would continue as she made her way back down the hill to try to find Hemlock, so that she could eventually find and scold Twix.

Now alone in his office, the Mayor reached and took the rook in his hands, contemplating it. It was a rock, most likely a joke. Once again he opened up the window, looking out at the town. Casually he dropped the rock on the outside, watching it tumble a bit. He saw Milk's form walking away to do whatever she was going to do. An interesting person, to be sure. He hoped it worked out for her, because he doubted her intentions were malicious. Principle, however, was important. Especially to a figure of authority, who's entire existence was built on consistency and principles. After reassuring himself of his decision he closed the window to the outside world and was left to his thoughts once again.

yeah sure probably!
cyka blyat comrade
should the RP be set to full? or will there be more people allowed to join in the future?
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