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Post by Exterminator Delta on Aug 25, 2012 16:11:55 GMT -5
Because there are people more deserving of my ire right now. *I jump down from the pole, perking at the sound of somebody else lurking nearby* Stragglerssss? *I purr, my smirk growing wicked*
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 25, 2012 16:54:12 GMT -5
By Polaris, it's a weird Whitecoat that puts anything above a Killjoy on his hit list. I know people in Battery and they're all either terrified of us or homicidal. Well, them's the breaks, I guess. I don't try to be creepy, but some.... *I shake my head a bit.* Back to the point of whatever assholes you're hearing. Which direction? *I pull my long, curved knife out of the sheath hanging from one of my back belt loops. The star charms I've tied to the hilt jingle as they knock against each other.*
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Post by Kokopelli on Aug 26, 2012 0:44:56 GMT -5
*A calm figure watches them from nearby; he had a wooden flute in one hand, which he had been playing moments ago, and a sharp dagger in the other. Bright red war paint was streaked across his face and two feathers stood up from a beaded headband he wore.* Straggler? That's a new one draculoid, I'll have to add it to my growing list of names.
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Aug 26, 2012 8:45:35 GMT -5
To be completely honest I was hoping one of our unnamed killers had come back to admire their handiwork as they so often do. *I eye the newcomer, particularly the dagger in his hand, before lowering the gun I had raised at the source of the noise* Do you know anything about this? *I gesture to the entire gruesome setup behind me, keeping my affect flat, as was expected of an employee of Better Living. Something nastier threatened to creep its way to the forefront of my consciousness, and I dig at one of the packs around my hip for some fresh pills in a little white bottle, shaking out two and swallowing them raw. That should keep it at bay for a little while longer, at least until I can sleep.*
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Post by Kokopelli on Aug 26, 2012 11:40:38 GMT -5
*he narrows his eyes at the white pills.* That poison will be the death of every BLI citizen. As for your question, no I don't know anything. I had stumbled upon the bodies just a few moments ago and was playing a song of mourning for them when you two showed up.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Aug 26, 2012 21:15:56 GMT -5
*This is an incoming transmission going out to anyone whocan hear it.* (Zzt) –ello?... H-hello? (cough, gag) Ah… jesus. Anyone out there?.. Fuck, man. Not sure who can hear this, but there’s some creepy, nasty shit going down at the Opera house. It’s some kind of bloody murder orgy. (gag) This is just… ah man, there’s so many fuckin’ people. (zzt)-so fuckin’ outta here. This is just… (cough, gag) someone clean this shit up.
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Post by Volume Virus on Aug 26, 2012 22:16:27 GMT -5
*My ears perk up at the transmission. Well, that's something. I have no idea where the opera is, though.* We're getting the car, I assume? *I look sideways at Aftermath. I wish I was brave enough to tell him to stop being so much of a jerk to people who could show us to the Tower. And, well, people in general. I almost open my mouth but my throat closes up and I wisely stop. Is this how my mother felt when she told my dad she wanted a separation? Scared to pipe up because the other person might be set off? I start humming again to take my mind off of my past. I've got a bulletproof heart...you've got a hollow-point smile...we had our runaway scars, got a photograph dream on the getaway mile....* Wait...getaway mile. *I raise my voice a bit.* A getaway mile. Maybe that's what that circle was. You said it was about a mile from the heap.
((Express apologies for bad lyrics.))
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Aug 27, 2012 8:52:15 GMT -5
*My radio's set to intercept any transmission that rambled across the Zones, and this new message is enough to distract me from making any comment on this new Killjoy's distate for the way I manage myself. Unlike others, I actually needed my pills to keep myself from lapsing into absolute gibbering madness. But enough of that.
Opera, opera...I plug the word into my bike's computer, and it spits out a location for me. Downey's Opera house. All the way out in Z4. It wouldn't take long to get there, terrain willing, if I gunned it on my bike. The sleek Superbike, able to keep pace and probably outrun the fastest, fleetest of killjoy drivers. I turn to my current company and try to hide the utter contempt in my face*
Sounds like a fresh lead, if we hurry, we might catch the last to get out. It's not easy to disappear around that area.
*She had her own transportation, so I shut my mouth before I foolishly offer Daystar a lift. I eye Kokopelli but I'm not stupid enough to let somebody with a hungry dagger piggyback me.* You might as well tag along too, play another song for these unfortunate bastards.
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Post by Alexander Ludovico on Aug 27, 2012 10:30:00 GMT -5
*I send a quick transmission back to Delta when he mentions the possible Fabulous Four retaliation, and pass the information back to Aftermath. Well, mostly I pas it to Volume within Aftermath's earshot. Volume's mention of the lyric is a bit odd, though.* It fits, and there's a stretch of highway unofficially known as the getaway mile because of how many killjoys have been chased out of the city down it. But unless we missed another mass murder, this new kill site isn't anywhere near the mile.
*I start back for the car with the other two as we talk. Delta's sure to get to the site first, but I know Aftermath will want to see it for himself.*
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Post by Kokopelli on Aug 27, 2012 13:45:59 GMT -5
I don't take requests. I play when I deem fit to play. *i tuck my flute away and also sheath my dagger before walking over to them, but it is still in easy reach should it need to be used*
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 27, 2012 13:51:39 GMT -5
*I stare at flute guy for a second, then grumble and put away my gun. Fights are fun, and I haven't had a good one in the while.* So we're going...where now? *I pull my white circle position finder thing off my handlebars and wait for coordinates.* I'm assuming it's another stack of stiffs, but coordinates might be nice.
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Post by Exterminator Delta on Aug 27, 2012 14:13:59 GMT -5
Downey's Opera, *I reply, but I spell out the lat-lon for Daystar as well.* And yes, it does sound like another mass killing. *I'm already re-straddling my bike before glancing back at flute-boy.* You have transportation if you're going to tail us? Or does one of us need to tote you around as well?
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 27, 2012 17:16:22 GMT -5
*I plug the numbers into the appropriate places. A female voice tells me to turn left immediately. Fuck that, I think. Roads are no fun.* He can borrow my bike. *I raise my eyebrows a bit but get glowered at once more.* Right. Not talking. Sorry 'bout that, BLI boy.
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Post by Kokopelli on Aug 27, 2012 19:02:16 GMT -5
No, I do not have my own transportation, my last one was, as you would say, totaled. And thank you Miss..?
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Post by Daystar Delight on Aug 27, 2012 19:11:15 GMT -5
Um, Daystar for now, flute boy. Cassiopeia for the man in white, if he would like me to have a normal name. And I think you're gonna have to come with me, unless this guy would enjoy me clutching at him so I don't fall off. Oddly enough, I don't think that would sound like fun. *I get out my helmet, poke at the crack that has appeared since I was sober, and step back when the visor shatters. Ugh.*
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