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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 20, 2012 18:34:46 GMT -5
Fine, Vico. But as far as I'm concerned, you and your units are my bitches. Exterminator can be a freelancer as far as I'm concerned, but you check with me before doing anything. *I lower my gun and shove past the white-head.* This is the second murder like this. We think there's a group of people doing this. They're leaving clues. To what, I don't know.
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Aug 20, 2012 18:37:44 GMT -5
*With that bullet dodged, possibly literally, I return to the body pile, arms behind my back* I just want to get this investigation going somewhere instead of all of us standing around with our thumbs in our asses.
*Business, strictly business. Thank their lucky stars they gave me enough pills for this.*
Clues? So they're arrogant little fucks. They're asking to be caught.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Aug 20, 2012 19:01:59 GMT -5
I think they /are/ asking to get caught, actually. *I move forward again, closer to Delta.* Or at least, asking to be found. The clues are lyrics, things that seem to be targeted towards killjoys specifically. There was another 'joy poking around some of the other bodies, and I'd be surprised if word doesn't spread fast. Afterdoo - sorry, Aftermath knows better than I do. *I pause, trying to judge how much I can get away with. I've never actually met Delta.* I haven't crossed paths with you in the Zones before...
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Aug 20, 2012 21:12:19 GMT -5
*Lyrics, hmm? Being the creature of little musical inclination that I am, I wasn't going to be the first to make the connections. The things I listened to were not likely to ignite a religious fervor in anybody. Not for want of trying, of course. An unfortunate side-effect of the medication that kept me functional was an aversion to all music raucous and loud, full of angry singers with daddy issues. No. Not my area of expertise.*
And how do you know they are lyrics?
*I stare Vico down as he moves closer, mentioning that we'd never crossed paths anywhere, much less the Zones* Consider yourself lucky then. Depending on the dosage, I'm not so discriminating as to whose blood I spill.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Aug 20, 2012 21:38:23 GMT -5
Right... *I drop the subject, though I don't back off. Testing limits is the best part of meeting people - albeit the limits aren't usually as potentially lethal as they are with this particular Exterminator.*
I'm going based on their conclusions, *I add in reply to his first question, nodding towards Aftermath and Volume.* But what they say makes sense. All those odd little details - the exact number of bodies, the double shots, the spider design and stakes on the five standing up - apparently those are all reminiscent of some prewar songs by the same group. They're standard between the two sites so far - but the differences are where the killjoys see the clues. I can't make heads or tails of it. Barring my being allowed to run away with my tail between my legs, I'm hoping we get news of a site before the killers clear out. You'll get your fun then, I'm guessing.
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Aug 21, 2012 14:39:44 GMT -5
Then *I begin, glancing back at the other two Dracs, certain that they might faint from such a radical suggestion as I was going to make* we need more Killjoys on the case. Send out a radio call- get one of them *Here I point to Vol and Aftermath, the drunk one didn't seem to be all that capable of handling such a task* to do it, or hire a Zonetalker. Get a buzz going. Somebody will talk.
*I perk at the mention of a spider-design. Familiar* Where's the first site then? I want to see these 'chosen five' for myself, instead of relying on photographs and second-hand stories. *While waiting for an answer, I'm already moving towards my bike. They can backtrack with me or without me, it didn't matter. I'd draw my own conclusions, maybe dip into the crazy pool a little bit. It was astounding the kind of clarity I could achieve from skipping parts of a dose...
...Granted, some people might get hurt.*
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 21, 2012 18:42:50 GMT -5
Hey, I know all the lyrics all the time. Well...I will if you either give me an hour or punch me in the face. Cold shower might work. Information might help. *I stand up, dust myself off, and try to restrain myself from flirting. It might be the wine speaking, but everyone here might just be gay. That would be disappointing.* I'll do anything you ask me, but I'd really rather if no one rips my clothes or bruises my eye, though. That's usually pretty visible for a pretty long time. *Okay, not flirting is hard. I wink in the Exterminator's general direction.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 21, 2012 18:53:49 GMT -5
*I turn to face the exterminator and "accidentally" push Daystar back to the ground.* Give the radio to Vol, she's got the connections. We can take you back to the original site, it might help to get a drawing or sketch of the area, actually. I think we'll need to split up eventually as well.
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 21, 2012 20:04:44 GMT -5
Um, I don't have any connections, really. I know, like, Blackie, and she's usually off doing something. You know more people. Besides, the Doc and Sona aren't here. They could probably help. *I try to avoid mentioning EG and Vani.* Anyway, you do the calling. I usually end up saying the wrong thing regardless.
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 21, 2012 20:12:09 GMT -5
*It takes me a few seconds to figure out that I'm on the ground. People are talking right next to me. I spit out a mouthful of sand and roll over onto my back, so that I can see people.* Yo, Mech. Not funny. *I look at his legs, debating returning the favor, but they look pretty...made of metal. This guy is seriously half tank. Fuck him, just cos I don't have kickass robot feet doesn't mean that he has free reign to knock me over. I'll figure out something when I'm not drunk.* Hey, I know people too. There's a lot in Vegas, like Glitz and her gang, although you guys probably wouldn't know 'em. There's Chess Boy in Battery...I might be able to call in a favor or two from that girl with fang hair and her boyfriend, if they're not busy snooping... *I pull myself back up. Hopefully, I don't get knocked over this time. I glare at Guybot.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 21, 2012 20:27:31 GMT -5
*I stare down at Daystar and scoff at her comment.* Fuck you, I'm a Gundam. *I take the radio from Delta and hand it down to Day* Then /you/ call in some people. We'll need to have a meeting place as well. I can't take you all to my hideout. Does anyone have any ideas?
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 21, 2012 20:48:21 GMT -5
I'd like to say I'd love to, but...your little guard dog looks like she's about to bite. *I'm right. The little cutie is glaring at me like she thinks I'll back off.* Trust me, honey, I'm just the same sober. I have an empty nest in Zone Six if you need it. Now gimme the thing. *I grab at the radio and call in Glitz and her crew first. They've got more people than chess boy. When I start talking about an issue in the area, no matter how drunk I am, they're definitely listening. Glitz promises that they'll be in Zone Six in a few hours.* So now you have at least three more, depending on how many died or joined since last month. You're welcome. Now don't knock me over.
((Okay, so that's as many named KJs as you guys need. :3))
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Aug 21, 2012 21:14:39 GMT -5
*I remain stagnant. It wouldn't be the first time I've been flirted with, but very very few ever succeed. I don't understand the appeal, really. I'm handsome, sure, most Better Living operatives were, but I'm not a...'people' person, as it were. I can stand them and be pleasant. But I don't socialize, work functions are the worst. As the drunk starts hailing signals, I flip the shield of my helmet down*
First site then. Give me some coords. I don't need an entourage.
*Yes leave the Exterminator to go sniffing about a crime scene that'll likely draw in more Killjoys alone. ...There were worse ideas*
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Aug 22, 2012 7:18:56 GMT -5
*When Exterminators ask, Vico obeys. I'm pretty sure I have the first location right, but I take a moment to confirm before reeling off the coordinates to Delta. In case he's heard of my, ah, speaking habits, I also add* Those are the actual coordinates. Cross my heart.
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Aug 22, 2012 11:35:51 GMT -5
They best be, *I smirk beneath the helmet* Or you won't have a heart to cross.
*I kick my bike to life after plugging in the coordinates to the nav-system, and I'm on my way, a cloud of dust and debris in my wake*
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