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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 15, 2012 19:57:01 GMT -5
*I've been tagging along being Aftermath because I lack the motivation to go find something that might very well be another pile of corpses. When he stops, I slowly advance. Well, one dead body is better than 100, if a dead body can be better than anything.* How long do you think we had to walk? It doesn't smell as overwhelmingly rotten here, so it must have been a while. *I shake a bit of sand out of my shoe. I hate the desert.*
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Aug 15, 2012 20:31:53 GMT -5
*rb IA* Yeah, I've got something here. Hold on.
*I cover the rest of the distance quickly, but as I start to kneel down to inspect the body, there's a sudden flash of light and heat, and I roll to the side to avoid the laser. I'm on my feet again an instant later, crouching with my hands up, but no other shots are forthcoming; instead, I see a brightly colored figure sprinting away from a nearby clump of shrubs.* Oi! Wait! I'm trying to help!
*The killjoy doesn't slow, though, and a few seconds later, he or she is out of sight. I sigh, then turn back to the corpse in the sand and gingerly roll it over, continuing my transmission as I do so.*
*rb IA* I've got one body, shot from behind. I'm about a mile from the main site. The only odd thing I can see about the woman is that she's missing three fingers, and she's got burn scars all up that arm and a bit on her neck. Also, I think I startled a killjoy who got here before me, but I don't think they were involved. We're not the only ones poking around.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 17, 2012 17:26:20 GMT -5
What's the KJ look like? Anyone you think i'd know? *I turn over the body and examine it more. I can't find much more out of the usual.* They weren't shot while running. At least, not running here. All I can see is that they were dragged out a mile from the circle. I don't know why they were made to look like they were getting away, though. *I check the face and gums of the victim* It looks like they were shot long before they were dragged out here. There's no bleeding from the drag wounds.
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 17, 2012 17:46:38 GMT -5
Well, there must have been some significance to it if they were dragged. Significance to the...distance? To the shape it made? To the area? *I look around, trying to see if anything looked like a clue. Nothing really sticks out here. It's all sand and the occasional scraggly bush with mountain peaks in the distance. Maybe some other bodies were in significant areas. I start humming for no apparent reason; all this talk of old prewar songs has me running through old discographies.*
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Aug 17, 2012 22:09:30 GMT -5
*rb* How should I know who you know? The killjoy was colorful. That's about all the detail I got, what with ducking their shot and them running off into the dust. I'm going to head your way, looping out a bit. If you're right about the distance mattering, maybe I'll stumble across a few more.
*I weave between a pair of bushes and sight my course, keeping what I estimate to be an even distance from my starting point back at the main site. As I go I radio the two draculoids; they found much the same at the end of their trail, and are also searching for more casualties.*
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 18, 2012 0:20:26 GMT -5
*I screech to a halt when I see a body. Screeching to a halt is more difficult when drunk, apparently, because I flip off the bike and it sort of skids across the sand. I think it's not damaged, because my bike has survived worse, along with being locked up somewhere controlled by BLi for weeks. I stand it upright when I'm able to walk over there (shakily, wobbling) and then I make my way over to where the blood trail originated. It's like a massive corpse party up in here. I raise my voice to the level that usually gets me kicked out of places.* Hey! Is there anyone around me who knows why there's a bunch of people massacred here?!
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 19, 2012 11:59:56 GMT -5
*I think I hear something that sounds like words, but it's either faint or far away. I shrug it off, as it may have been my imagination.* So, we may or may not have help. I doubt that pretty much anyone who isn't us will work with BLI. We're a rare duo, but at least we'll probably be able to bribe them into letting us be if we keep helping everyone out.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 19, 2012 18:06:40 GMT -5
*I hear a voice coming from the pile of bodies, and see someone standing over the corpses. I radio Vico.* Meet me back at the pile, I hear someone lurking around there! *I begin sprinting and, thanks to the Doctor's leg braces, I'm able to far exceed any speed I was able to obtain prior to the incident.* Hey now, I could run the Olympics.
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 19, 2012 21:40:29 GMT -5
Oh, good! People! *I flop down on the sand. I can feel my left hand drawing Omegas again but I don't make a motion to stop it.* Seriously though, this isn't the best decor you could put in town square. I prefer cute little trees. Maybe a maypole. Do they still have those? *I raise my voice to shout level again.* I'm warnin' ya, I'm pretty wasted!
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Aug 19, 2012 21:49:36 GMT -5
*I break into a reluctant jog, taking a few extra seconds to confirm the existence of another body in front of me before turning back towards the central site. Aftermath is there before me, and I pause to catch my breath as I get close.* Got some speed there, Afterdoo! Is your stamina improved too?
*Before I see his reaction of lack thereof, another figure catches my eye - that of a young woman, waving at us from her place on the ground. I squint slightly, stepping closer to get a better look* Is that... do I know you?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 19, 2012 21:56:15 GMT -5
*I shake my head at Vico and stand over the girl in the sand, gun drawn.* Okay, give me a name or I'm wasting you, I don't have time for any childish bullshit. And by wasting, I don't mean the drinky kind, I mean the blood smeared across the desert kind.
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 19, 2012 22:07:11 GMT -5
Oh, that's the kind that isn't fun. Well, which name do you want? I've got many. Um... *I start ticking things off on my fingers.* Starchild Jones, Sweet Supernova, Nuclear Nebula, Astro the Kid and Daystar Delight for Mr. Not Fun At All, and Cassiopeia Orion or Andromeda Argo for Gray Jacket. I might have other ones though. Prisoner...some random numbers. I had a lot of those, but I'll probably get the numbers wrong.*I throw up a bit inside my mouth and need to pause.* Seriously...what is with the fester festival? Smells almost as bad as the dump in...wherever the mass grave place was. I'm thinking Moscow, but I've had like a bottle and a half of wine. There's still a bottle in my bike, hopefully. Who wants some?
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Aug 19, 2012 22:20:19 GMT -5
Cassiopeia! *I burst out, pointing at her with a grin* I remember you! You're the insane one. I saw you almost get caught shoplifting... what was it? A clothes hanger? Something completely unnecessary. I thought you lived in the city. And as for what's going on here, that's kind of what we're here to find out. I'd ask for your input, but I'm honestly surprised you've managed to string together this many coherent sentences.
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 19, 2012 22:27:43 GMT -5
Eh, I've built up an immunity to this stuff. I just kinda forget stupid shit. Like...who you are, for one. I know you're not chess boy and you're not that asshole who blacked my eye that one time. I'm usually good at faces. *I shrug as well as I can on the sand. More omegas are probably popping up below my fingers.* Hey, someone get my wine from the bag on my bike. It's good. Speak now or I'm not sharing.
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Aug 19, 2012 22:42:32 GMT -5
* Another day, another mass homicide. Can't say I'm all too surprised, those who lived outside the walls of the inner City put themselves at risk. Should have known better. But still, civvies are civvies, and it's my job to persecute those who dare spill Battery City blood. I'm the Hound. And I hunt.
I kill the engine of my bike once arriving at the edge of town. It isn't too difficult to follow the voices (one far more BOISTEROUS than the rest) to the others. Cursory glance: Vico, who I know by name only, three Killjoys I haven't seen before (ants) and two Dracs (fodder).
Christ that's a lot of bodies.
I've seen worse, I've MADE worse. I approach Vico and the two Draculoids, those being the only ones in this powwow that I recognize the authority of, and flash my ID.
Not that I needed to.
They should have fucking known me already.
And I am not happy.*
Exterminator Delta. I received a request for assistance in investigating this case.
*That's it, that's all they get. I turn and examine the fleshy mountain, idly sticking a pinkie finger into one of the exit wounds. Two shots to the back of the head. How Boondock Saints of them. Too lucid to taste it-though I want to*
[[Never written in first person before, also hi. Crashing dis. ]]
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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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