The Harbinger of Ferocity

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"Good."

Carver's reply came just as firm and set to whatever objective the man had in all of this. Palm slipping across the fogged surface of the door and letting himself out, he passed by Chris' car without any further acknowledgment. Chris didn't strike Carver as the sort who gave a damn about anything else other than cutting up animals or whatever the hell the man did. Personally, it rubbed him the wrong way; the sort of thing that kept him more on edge than he really should need be around some nowhere town called Jennings. Fortune would have it that Chris, in addition to having some "quirks" as it seemed, was also the sort who was quick to scrap. Whether the man knew how to actually fight or not only God knew, but the barely disguised mercenary nature of Carver didn't mesh well with the notion either way.

Approaching the battered door of his truck, he paused only to watch the slender woman slip her way between the few barriers in the office and appear out the door to her motorcycle. Whatever relationship the mechanic had with her management it seemed she might as well be getting away with murder. It mattered little though Carver noted, in that if anything it helped him out. This behavior seemed almost acceptable - hell, the other mechanics didn't even take notice or care, still too busy working on what few cars the shop itself actually had.

"I can follow ya."

Carver proved to look to Chris, standing behind the broad hood of the pickup. He could guess the man wasn't going to approve, but he made it clear anyway with his expression that Piper wasn't going anywhere for the moment at least. All he could hope for, as large a gamble as that was, was that Chris could figure it out on his own. He wasn't lacking precision, his work on the bodies proved that much, so the best would be that he was just as quick on the uptake. With that, Carver disappeared into the truck and shut the door with a loud metallic thud and the weathered camper rumbled to life.

Things were going well for the three as it was, no one having killed one another yet, but the sheriff's office might as well be a different story. Chris hadn't met Cutter, who while they shared assessments on it not being wolves, was the last and least rational person that he could possibly deal with; everything was made into some skeptical project. Pierce was a pushover, but that worked both ways. Chris, Cutter and Carver all said the same thing from different view points, but the sheriff said otherwise.

And someone? Someone out there was offering enough to keep the pressure on the office... for the better, at that.

@Kidd@RedXCross

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I'm considering a psychic character, but just to clarify, it would take 1 fate point to have a single psychic power and a second fate point for an additional ability? I'm considering between remote viewing and telekinesis.

@knighthawk

It costs one twist of Fate to gain what would be assumed as a discipline of psychic ability. For example, because remote viewing and telekinesis are not closely related, they would cost two together; they are considered two unalike abilities. Furthermore, if you wanted to be proficient with them, such as performing complex, difficult or straining tasks, it would take a third point of Fate. By that I mean, it would not be wrong for a psychic with telekinesis to move objects around ten to fifteen pounds with concentrated effort, with full effort and nothing else one could slow or even halt a person running, but with no effort one could easily bring a rock to their hand. A complex task would be something akin to causing an enemy's weapon to drop its magazine and forcefully lock its bolt - and with enough strength that the person couldn't just depress the lever and cause it to slide forward.

Remote viewing, by that same standard, is brief, hazy, unclear and often confusing or worse; one can imagine how getting blunt information across huge distances might affect perception. With someone specialized or adept in it? They might instead be able to identify a white car's make, model, year, its number of occupants, direction of travel and a brief description of those in it. Otherwise it's just a white sedan with maybe three men in it wearing dark clothes.

I hope that provides you a bit of insight into how these abilities operate; psychics and wizards are much more heavily limited because of their versatility and relative freedom to mingle without consequence beyond maybe a headache or eventual madness.

@RedXCross Hope that's alright. I feel bad it's been back-and-forth between me and @The Harbinger of Ferocity, lol, so feel free to take some liberties with Piper to get it moving.

@Kidd

You and @RedXCross have an opportunity to interact if you wish as I will not be around this weekend; my next post being Monday evening.

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@RedXCross, assuming @Kidd has Piper agree, we will find ourselves uneventfully over to the sheriff's office. You're free to describe it as you like, given you have the most ties there; just try to keep it simple and humble, at most with two deputies, one of whom is Pierce.

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There was no reply to Piper's remark about the relation and either the fairly gritty outsider did not find it funny or he wanted nothing to do with the association. All the same, it wasn't appreciated or even acknowledged in his expression, of which seemed to frown for the first time; the woman could almost feel the narrowing of his brow, but the sickness in her stomach got the better of her between the two. Carver's expression relaxed for a moment, briefly at that, as it was far from long lived as Piper snapped about and demanded her accompaniment. This strange man seemed as if he were expecting it, which while as odd as that could come off, it fit her character at this point; impulsive, commanding, hotheaded.

She quickly backpedalled in the conversation, almost seeming to shrink for a moment from her previously clenched fists and internal shaking. The outsider, to this and probably her surprise, only gave the same sort of silent nod he had when she first acknowledged him today.

"You're a local and not some old kook either. If I am to do my job, I need information. You get me the things I want to know about, I get you involved in this." The man remarked with a strikingly calm, collected demeanor about what sounded like a shady operation. Certainly no local or federal representative, that much could be sure. If anything the man was a hard customer type investigator, probably hired by one of the families in the area that lost someone to these wolves.

That much he fit the bill for between being built and dressed as he was. His trustworthiness however seemed... fair, maybe debatable, but reliable enough. There wasn't a doubt to be had about any further options to his offer either as he peered back from his dark sunglasses. There wasn't money to be made in this deal for the woman, not in the slightest, but he might offer insight - maybe even closure. He spoke, once more;

"You go outside of me about this with anyone, it's off."

The man preyed off the cues he could scrounge up from the woman's overt interest, looking into the depths of her eyes, reading her emotional investment, her pathing dialogue. Carver even then refused to deny what he was doing in the way he handled the conversation the two had going.

"That work for you?"

@Kidd@RedXCross

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I intend for us to just go to the next event after, @RedXCross.

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The site recently received a sizable update, @Hekazu. I am assuming given how many issues it had before, some things were lost.

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I hope that these complications work out for the better for you, @IcePezz. It has been a pleasure thus far.

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I can confirm my account has been deleted there, @Hekazu. However, I still have a copy of all of that information on hand.

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@Kidd, for your reference, Piper is more or less entirely aware of the information there about Cutter. That section is primarily for you so she can get in on the events Carver and Chris are involved in.

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Turning at the chest to only keep track of Chris as the other, taller man left, Carver said nothing further about the matter. The two stood there for a moment, then the latter resumed walking and excused himself from the building. Each step Chris took was purposeful and dedicated, as if he had other places to be. Truthfully he did, but the town of Jennings was seeing to that by continuously throwing ever more new and odd factors in. The man seemed temperamental enough as it was - Piper just seemed to brought it to the forefront, probably even now as she slipped herself around the cashiering desk.

She followed, exchanging a glance with Carver who she soon stood beside by the door, but directed her efforts towards Chris. He watched her for a moment, hearing out what she had to ask of her aggressive customer. Carver gave a chortle to that; it seemed safe to say wisdom wasn't the strongest of her suits - that man had just been willing to beat senseless her, a much smaller woman, just for his car being late. Pursuing the veterinarian turned coroner, pushing on a topic he was touchy about... it just seemed like bad news.

"In case you're curious," Carver said, attempting to distract the still visibly dazed but overwhelming curious woman as she leaned out the old metal framed glass door, "Cutter is the reason."

Cutter.

Cutter was some old crazed, drunk woodsman with more tall tales to tell than anyone else who wandered themselves happily into town short of the fishermen. Anything and everything odd or strange, he had some sort of rumor or hearsay on, but the man was a walking crackpot. The only reason anyone kept the bastard around was because if as liquored as he was, he could hunt or track about anything - man or animal. The sheriff kept him out of jail, the worst Cutter found himself in being confinement for days at a time, but that tended to be when he needed some sobering up.

To Piper however, Cutter's name inferred something a lot more sinister about this all.

Cutter was pretty adamant there were stranger things afoot in the wilderness here and the world. Undoubtedly he was about us unreliable a source you could get, but the fact he had any interest or involvement? To any outsider, Cutter's "aid" was about as good as calling for a professional psychic to do an object reading; it was out of its fucking mind. But the local folk didn't care, he might be the iconic drunk, but at least he was theirs.

@Kidd@RedXCross