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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jul 1, 2012 10:35:10 GMT -5
*I stretch as I get out of the car, looking around curiously when Volume takes the bandanna. I don't see any obvious landmarks to orient myself, although there's a dark blur on the horizon that might be hills, or a forest. If it's a forest then I know generally where we are; there's only one still standing in the Zones, of any real size. But if it's hills, then I have no clue. The building looks like it used to be a jail, which might narrow it down - but then again, there were some ten or twelve jails in the area. Hm.*
*Inside, the front room of the jail looks only slightly more welcoming than it would if it still served its original purpose.* You really live here? Well, I suppose its secure enough...
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Post by Volume Virus on Jul 1, 2012 12:14:39 GMT -5
We're Killjoys. We live in pretty much any building that's still standing and has a water source. There actually aren't that many. Most water lines are severed, and it's not as if there's much water in the desert. It may not be the most comfortable place in the world, but it's home. *I start to wonder if we could move the school. Five or Six would be nice. They're comfortable and roomy enough to house as many students as we could have, seeing as our maximum was eight or nine. There's enough room for practice, too. I'm not sure if asking to move would offend Aftermath, though. As far as I know, he's lived here forever.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jul 2, 2012 0:27:49 GMT -5
*I hear voices, and realize the group is back. I grab my crutches and walk over to the living room where I see my brother and Volume. I notice her talking to a strange looking man. He seems too clean to be a Killjoy.* Volume..., where's Fire? And who's this... man... you've brought here? *Something seems off about him. Fire is nowhere in sight, either. I put my hand on my gun and eye him suspiciously.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Jul 2, 2012 0:34:12 GMT -5
Um...about that... *I pull Aftermath into another room. If this gets ugly, no one else needs to be involved.* I'm sorry, but we didn't exactly get to the Tower before we were found by a patrol. I'll try again tomorrow, we just kind of needed to come back before they killed someone. Anyway, the guy out there is called Vico, and he's my plan B. If we can't get Fire out tomorrow, we organize a trade. I don't know why, but I have a feeling he's sort of important. He came here mostly on his own, though, so please don't beat the snot out of him just yet.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jul 2, 2012 0:52:34 GMT -5
*I place my fingers on the bridge of my nose and sigh* So... exactly what part of him coming willingly seemed like a good idea to you? You've brought a member of BLI into our home! He came willingly! Do you not see where the problem in that lies? *I take a seat and shake my head* Never mind the mission. Seriously, your safety is paramount. You are not initiating a trade. You've compromised us enough bringing him here!
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Post by Volume Virus on Jul 2, 2012 1:08:52 GMT -5
Fine, then go do what's necessary. Preferably outside. I do not want to have to clean the living room. *I leave it at that and walk away. This is usually the best solution when it comes to doing completely idiotic things. I'm always doing completely idiotic things. I seriously need to blast myself one of these days before I get everyone in the Zones killed.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jul 2, 2012 1:37:27 GMT -5
*I get over to the living room and confront Vico. I keep my hand on my gun and eye him up and down.* What are you doing here? You came willingly, so where's the bug, huh? Tracking device? How soon can we expect the crows to be on our tail? *I slip the gun out of it's holster and place it again Vico's chest. I'm not about to take chances. Not now.* I suggest you tell me. I don't want to have to clean the floors before we leave.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jul 2, 2012 12:07:01 GMT -5
*I'd been looking around the room, not seeing anything particularly interesting, when the man who seems to be the leader comes back in. He's a rough-looking bloke, a few years older than myself and just barely shorter. He's obviously been in the Zones for a while, judging by the scars, the limp, and the general state of uncleanliness. I smile, leaving my hands in my pockets and ignoring the gun*
Hello, gorgeous. No trouble, I swear, and no tracker. Though I should really start carrying a few around with me for times like this. As for why I'm here, it's simple really. I need a tan. Just look at me! *I push up the left sleeve of my jacket to show him my arm* Pale as a ghost! It's a tragedy, really.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jul 2, 2012 15:40:10 GMT -5
*The man seems sincere enough to warrant another breath. I lower the gun, but don't let go of it.* You'll have to excuse my rudeness. The last time I was this close to a BLI operative, he shot me in the chest. I don't know what you want with us, but if you show even the slightest sign of... anything I dislike, I will not hesitate to shoot you.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jul 2, 2012 15:47:11 GMT -5
*I shrug* Pointing a gun at someone is significantly less rude than pulling the trigger. And I make no promises for the long run, but rest assured, I won't be killing anyone in their sleep any time soon. I just couldn't turn down such a gracious invitation. *Inclining my head towards Volume, I pull my cord out of my pocket and start on a dragonfly knot. Nice and harmless, that one is.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jul 2, 2012 15:49:57 GMT -5
*if there were ever a proper time to use the word "conflicting", now would be that time. A member of BLI willingly came here, and appears to have no cruel intentions. I throw my hands into the air and walk over towards Volume* If he does anything, you're entirely responsible. I've put up with a lot of shit before, but this is just downright stupid. *I turn back to Vico* Watch yourself, Drac. I don't miss.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jul 2, 2012 15:56:43 GMT -5
Hey! *I point my half-finished knot at him* I am /not/ a drac, thank you very much. I spend half my time getting the draculoids to stop calling me 'sir', and apparently I'll be spending the other half getting the killjoys to stop calling me a drac.
*Sitting down on the couch, I cross my legs and keep going on the dragonfly* Also, if I'm going to be staying here I should give you fair warning - I lie. All the time, more or less. Doesn't mean I'm not an honest man, though, which is why I'm bothering to tell you.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Jul 2, 2012 16:06:06 GMT -5
You're all Dracs to me, Vico. As for the "honest man" part, shove it up your ass. *I motion to the crutches* See these? You BLI Ops are all the same. Play up your persona however you want, you're all Dracs to me. *I turn to Vol before exiting the room* He's your responsibility. I'm not babysitting the Drac.
*A Drac... in the school? I find it difficult to believe Volume would be /that/ stupid, but here we are. Not even a normal Drac. Some flamboyant, knot-tying weirdo has to be the one she brings back. Bastard resembles a chimp. A fruity chimp, at that.* Why the fuck do we even TRY anymore? *I sigh and close the door to the farthest possible room from the front.*
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Jul 2, 2012 16:10:50 GMT -5
*I listen politely, then grin at Volume when he leaves* I think he likes me.
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Post by Volume Virus on Jul 2, 2012 16:18:01 GMT -5
I think I need to get you back to the city before I kill everyone. Or Aftermath kills me. Whichever happens first. *I take the time to bash my head against the wall with as much force as I can muster. I pretend I can hear a hollow thud as it hits. There is no brain left. None. And I thought I was smart. Really, I should be dead now with my level of idiocy.* I'll drop you somewhere in Zone One. You'll have to create kidnapping and escape stories on your own initiative, because I don't have a single brain cell left to use making them for you.
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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