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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Aug 19, 2012 22:52:23 GMT -5
*I straighten up immediately when the Exterminator arrives, seeing the draculoids step out of the brush to one side. They must have been the ones to call for aid... I've heard stories about Delta, and I wouldn't have preferred his particular brand of help, if it had been up to me. Sure enough, 565 steps forward with a quick nod.*
565: Draculoid 565, sir. We have a situation, as I'm sure you can see. There are additional bodies scattered throughout the area, forming a rough circle of this location. Apparently this is the second mass killing within a few days. *He glanced at the killjoys with distaste* These ones say they're here to help. Two of them arrived with Vico.
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 19, 2012 22:57:06 GMT -5
((You can write in third person; the people on this thread just don't. Welcome to the thread!))
*A fancy black car shows up, and I back up quickly. The new guy says he's an Exterminator, and I grab my gun and point it. I hate BLI, and I hate the fact that they have these guys. He looks pretty bloodthirsty too. I move toward Aftermath and start mumbling.* Would you have rather stayed in the car?
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Aug 19, 2012 23:11:31 GMT -5
*I look up from my reverie, using a kerchief to wipe the blood from my pinkie, instead of licking it off. Let's not make a bad impression now: there'd be plenty of time for that later. One of the Killjoys has her blaster trained on me.
Pull the trigger pussy pull it pull it pull it.
These 'Joys weren't my prey. They were irrelevant to the case at hand*
Innocent until proven guilty, *I purr to 565* If they want to help, they can.
*Back to the investigation at hand. Ritual killing, eh? I'd seen it once before at Camp Bravo. Oh god- is it? No, no, different MO.*
Anything else I should know?
[[Maybe in other threads. I'll match what's here for now c: Whoops. I thought Vol was Aftermath. Fixed! ]]
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 19, 2012 23:11:48 GMT -5
*Ooh, cute guy with a nice ranking. I normally like one of them. The girl cowering next to Robot Boy is kind of a sweetie too, but she has the face of someone who would not want to get blackout with me. No one really does, to be honest. Boring.* Am I disturbing your work, kids? Not a corpse, promise. They haven't talked since, like...ever, I think. Don't mind me, now. *I roll out of the way and down a little hill. I feel like I'm five.*
((Vol is a girl. Just FYI.))
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 20, 2012 8:32:29 GMT -5
*I'm confused, but I put my gun down when the man says that we're innocent until proven guilty. I'm pretty sure that I've never heard any whisper of that from BLI. We're usually either guilty until proven innocent or guilty until pronounced dead. I shrug. He's an Exterminator and he isn't exterminating us, so that's one step toward trust....*
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Aug 20, 2012 8:54:14 GMT -5
[[Hoping I'm not violating some sort of post order]]
*The 'threat' neutralized, I continue my own investigation. She gives me a confounded look, and I realize that my methods were unorthodox to her. That's fine. I knew a few Killjoys, biblically even, until they too were inevitably gunned down as a result of their own hubris. Pity.
I completely understand that they are also people; stupid, ungrateful people, but nobody deserved death for being ignorant. They deserved death for the murder of the civvies I swore I would protect since I moved to Battery City.
But enough of ancient history.
I smile at her, though I doubt it's as soothing as I intended it to be. My face is numb from the drugs.*
Darlin', I'm only a bad man when they tell me to be.
*I push one body aside to look at the others, though the majority of them seemed identical. Definitely a ritual- and again- not something I'm completely unfamiliar with. At least these ones weren't beheaded, and no familiar sense of dread emanated from them. I stand up again, quietly reveling in how powerful I feel in that moment.
And then one of the Killjoys rolls in the dirt to my left.
...Huh.*
Is she okay?
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 20, 2012 9:08:31 GMT -5
She's drunk, honey, and she doesn't wanna get in your way as you work. Besides, it's a nice view from down here. *I raise my eyebrows a bit and make a point of not looking at Robo and Stripe. They're so comfortable around each other that they must be either siblings or lovers, and they sure don't look related. The other four, as far as I can tell, are fair game. I like games.* I am still confused as to what's up with the gunshot gathering, but I think I can cope'til someone enlightens me.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 20, 2012 17:49:36 GMT -5
*I eye the exterminator and hold my gun tight. I move in front of Volume and hold her behind me.* Vico, you didn't tell me you'd be bringing one of them. I'm beginning to think that this little deal of ours isn't working out to wonderfully. *I turn my attention to the drunkard rolling on the floor, then back to the exterminator.* Nothing can ever stay simple, can it? *I sigh and walk over to the exterminator. Insanity, or over-protectiveness driving me forward.* Listen here, white-head. This is my area. You're in my home. I don't care what you're ranking is, I don't care why you're here. If you're here to help with this, then you're under my direction. If you're here for something else, I'll give you a few seconds to start running. I'm not about to let in someone of your... presence. I know what you do. You think you're the hunter. You haven't met me.
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 20, 2012 17:54:49 GMT -5
Sweet lady of motherfucking sorrows! *I groan, get closer to the exterminator than I really want to, and attempt to drag Aftermath away. No surprise, he's beyond my weight capacity.* Please don't listen to him, he doesn't know what he's talking about and likes going up to authority figures and insulting them. I think it's psychological. It would be nice if you can forgive him. He's staying home if there's a next time, promise.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Aug 20, 2012 18:02:33 GMT -5
*Volume takes a step forward, but I opt for moving back. If Aftermath is gunning for a showdown with Delta, I don't want to get caught in the blast zone. The other two draculoids immediately draw their guns, and I'm torn between hoping this gets resolved, and hoping everyone just gets themselves killed. At least that way, I'll be free to go back to the city.* I really don't think threats are necessary. There are plenty of bodies for everyone - er - *I hesitate, suddenly remembering the rumors about Delta's more unsavory habits, and wishing I'd picked a different turn of phrase.*
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Aug 20, 2012 18:16:37 GMT -5
*I raise an eyebrow at Aftermath's verbal headbiting. Cute. Real cute. Similar to somebody I once knew, though in that case, the chewing out would have eventually led in a bed-bound direction.*
Does it give you a chubby to yell at me, Daddy? *I reply back before re-regarding Vico and the other two Draculoids. I only recognize the authority of Better Living personnel. This killjoy meant nothing.*
Stand down! *I bark (heh) at the two Dracs* Let's not add to the pile. Let's just focus on pinpointing the motherfuckers who did this.
*Bodies for everyone, nice, Vico, nice*
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 20, 2012 18:22:57 GMT -5
*I sigh when the Exterminator just waves off Aftermath's order like it was a joke. Of course, to someone like him, it was. Aftermath is probably ticked off now, and might just yell more. I really hope that we don't all have to die. I lower my voice so that, hopefully, only Aftermath can hear me.* Be nice now and I'll give you something for your troubles later. Just don't get him that angry. Exterminators have that title for a reason.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 20, 2012 18:23:15 GMT -5
*I walk past Volume and get closer* I don't think you heard me, drac-ass. You take orders from me while you're out here. I've got no problem adding to that pile. *I level my gun at the exterminator, and then change the direction to Vico.* I know you don't care about his life, but he does. Vico, talk to this thing before I render you unable to do so, please. *I don't know much about ranking within BLI, but I know Vico can at least talk to him. I pull back the hammer.* Time's a wastin' Vico. Get to talkin.
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 20, 2012 18:29:53 GMT -5
Not everything revolves around you, and not everyone will follow your orders. *Aftermath doesn't waver. Ugh, fine, so he won't behave. Sometimes I feel like I'm Aftermath's keeper. I roll my eyes and walk toward the drunk girl.* Give a holler when somebody gets shot. I'll try to administer first aid.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Aug 20, 2012 18:30:26 GMT -5
Really?! *I cross my arms, irritated that Aftermath is pulling this again. Unfortunately, however, I know he's still not joking about blowing my head off.* He's not going to back down, Afterdoo, and he shouldn't have to. He's an Exterminator investigating civilian deaths. Use your upstairs brain for once, would you?
*I turn to Delta* Aftermath is willing to work with us, but he has a rather delicate ego. Needs constant stroking. I'd say the same about other parts, but Volume's the only one who can testify to that. ANYWAY. I'd apologize for his behavior, but as you can see, I don't have much say as far as he's concerned. I would rather keep my skull in one piece, though, so if we can keep this from getting violent, I'd appreciate it.
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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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