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He wanted something filling because he had not eaten breakfast yet. He could have eaten at the restaurant where he had done the deal, but was not in the mood for Asian food. He wanted something greasy. The closest restaurant that served greasy food was a few blocks from where he was. As he was walking on the street, he would occasionally stare above him, imagining the lights were the night sky stars. He stopped for a moment to close his eyes, imagining there was rain falling on his clothes. A recurring dream of his was lying down outside and stargazing. His daydreaming was interrupted when he felt someone bump hard against his shoulder.
βGet out of the way ya druggie freak.β The voice was coming from a tall, pudgy man. Jonathan opened his eyes to see the man standing beside him. He nodded, muttering something that sounded like an apology before walking off.
The area was definitely a busy one with a variety of misfits andβ¦ not as friendly individuals as some could put it. However, there was a small group of individuals funneling around the strangers, pickpocketing, exchanging pleasantries with, and so on. Nothing out of the abnormal behaviors of this area of Dominion β βEy, boss,β one of the dirty scoundrels gave another man a light below.
βWhat?β The man shooed his elbow away while playing cards with the other guy. They had been taking a break until this point.
A groan from the original man, somewhat uncertain, βDat guy looβ a lilβ funny to yah?β he asked while making a gesture with his hand towards the individual he was watching.
Spitting to the ground, the boss shrugged, βLook a lilβ bit oβ sewer scrap to me,β he went back to what he was doing.
βIβm gonna see if he has anyβtink gud on imββ the man patted the third manβs shoulder playfully before those two were off. Heading towards the Ratman with casualness. Nothing that pointed them directly at him except the ones curious eyes.
Jonathan didnβt seem to notice that he was being targeted. He seemed to be in his little world. As he walked down the street, his huge backpack jiggled up and down with each step he took. His breath was heavy and raspy. A side effect of being burned. And because of his maladaptive daydreaming, he would be an easy target for thieves. As he was walking, Jonathan whistled a song, wondering where he could get something greasy to eat. Or thinking perhaps a light snack would be more suitable.
The man that was shorter than Jonathan and his companion grabbed something from Jonathanβs backpack as if he owned it. No regard for personal space or caring what the situation might get him into or the other people around him. βDisβ look a lilβ brokin,β the man chattered while gesturing the object to his friend.
βA! We haβa rat,β the other man joked while taking the item. It was definitely something that Jonathan most likely scavenged up during his usual routes of trying to find something to sell or what not.
They were definitely trying to pick on him like schoolyard bullies. Nothing better to do. Seeing someone that they thought was an easy target to poke fun at.
Jonathan suddenly felt something jostling his backpack. At first, he thought it was an earthquake, but he noticed two men walking before him. His eye quickly saw something inside one of the menβs hands. Instantly recognized the item that was in his hand. βHi, thatβs mine, give it back you you thief!β Jonathan yelled, moving forward and reaching over to try and grab the item. However he tripped, causing him to fall face first onto the ground. βOwie.β Muttering and sitting on the floor. A rush of pain filled his body as Jonathan held his elbow, having scraped it.
The taller man had the object and he took a few steps back when Jonathan tried to grab it. Neither of the men had the dignity or care to even stop the robotic man from falling onto his face. They both busted out laughing as if it was the funniest thing they have seen all day. The shorter one added, βHe canβt walk dat one!β While pointing.
As the taller man came near, he crouched down with a chuckle, βWhy should eβ give it back?β He dangled the scrap in his hand. βIsnβt it findβr keepβrs?β The man continued to egg the man on.
βItβs mine, though. I found it first. You stole it from me.β Jonathan looked at the crouched man with tears welling up in his eyes. He could feel the tears soon running down his cheeks. The loss of the object he had spent so many hours finding was extremely stressful. His whole body was shaking now. Again he tried to grab the scarp from the manβs hand, but he could quickly move it away.
βThief, thief itβs mine not yours. ITβS MINE MINE MINE!!! I FOUND IT FIRST.β Jonathan screamed as he tried standing up, albeit very slowly. If one of the men could, they could push him back down if they wished. He could barely see through the fog caused by his crying and screaming.
A bit of concern came over both of the men when Jonathan began to scream and it caused them both to back up. βSettle! Settle!β the shorter man gestured his hands as if that would help Jonathan calm down at all. βEβre playinβ with ya,β the man glanced at his taller companion as if to see what the other man was going to do.
βItβ a piece of scrap! Whyβd ya care about it so anyβay?β the taller man kept it in his grasp and this time he kept it near his side. Not toying with Jonathan but determining how much more he should push and prod at this man before it became an issue though they were not against issues or fights.
βCuz i sent three hours looking for it. Itβs apart of my collection.β He looked at the two men before sitting back down. Bending his tall knees over his face while using his long arms to wrap around his legs. βYour not playing a very good game. Momma always said to treat others how you want to be treated.β This last sentence was said in a breathy sort of whisper. Lifting up his mask and using his jacket sleeve to wipe away the tears. Putting his mask back before looking back at them. βI would like my scrap back please and thank you.β He said licking his chapped lips.
A laugh came out of the taller man, βCollectβen junk? Does it work?β he glanced down at the item in his hand and he doubted that it did work. Why were scavengers soβ¦ weird. Shaking his head in the negative, βYa listβen to yah mamma?β Both of the men began to laugh.
The smaller one, βMamaβ boy β mama boyββ They were having their laughs and fun with Jonathan. Before the smaller man waved him off, βCβmon Hits. Eβ donβt have time fβr dis,β he began to walk away.
Hits shrugged his shoulders and waved Jonathan off, βGo cry to yah mamaβ bout it,β then he began to walk off.
βBut but you stole itβ¦itβs mineβ¦give it back.β Jonathan could feel the tears coming back. Small droplets of tears seemed to run down his cheek. His whole body was starting to shake again. He started whimpering and crying softly, remembering how he was bullied as a child. Just then he heard someone speaking to him. βDonβt cry Jon i got this.β And as if a switch had been turned around Jonathan took off his backpack seting it down on the ground. Next her removed his mask placing it neatly on top of his pack. His hand moving to inside of his jacket to retrieve something.
Starting to follow them, he quickly caught up and tapped one of the men on the shoulder. βYou got something that belongs to me pal.β He spoke sounding much different then the other men remembered him sounding. The object he had hidden was now in his hand, and with a press of a button the other thief could tell it was a knife. βGive back what you stole YOU CUNT!!!β Yelling as the theives could fully see Jonathanβs horrifically burnt face.
The larger one seeming to not want to trouble and somewhat shocked about the overall attitude of the man, he dropped the item, and raised up his hands. βDere ya go! Yars! Keep yaβtrash!β He wasnβt wanting to get stabbed and the look of the face that was exposed to him was quite haunting β something he didnβt want to play around with.
Seeing his larger friends reaction the smaller man, for a second, tightened up, and looked like he might try to brawl with Jonathan. That was until their boss, from across the way, whistled, and gestured for them to come back over. This caused relief in the smaller manβs form, βCβmon Hits,β he gestured to get away from Jonathan.
βCome on fellas i just wanna play a gameβ¦β He called to them with a loud sadistic sounding laugh. A few moments later he looked down at the ground and picked up the scrap, putting it into his jacket pocket. His eyes looking over at the person he assumed was their boss. With a smile that exposed the few yellow teeth that were in his mouth and a wink, Jonathan was signalling to him not to mess with him again.
Walking back to put on the backpack and mask. Letting out a few breaths before muttering something. β2.4.6.8.10.12.14.16.18.20.22.24.26.28.30.β And as he finished counting Jonathan looked around being extremely confused on what just happened. Shrugging his shoulders before walking away.
A few hours later Jonathan was standing at the mouth of one of the many tunnels. He had gotten to eat some food and decided to go scavenging for something valuable. Holding onto something as he felt the earthquake starting. βOh no.β He muttered feeling conflicted if he should go in or not. But the thought of finding treasure was too tempting. Slowly he started walking into the tunnel.
THE RATMAN
He wanted something filling because he had not eaten breakfast yet. He could have eaten at the restaurant where he had done the deal, but was not in the mood for Asian food. He wanted something greasy. The closest restaurant that served greasy food was a few blocks from where he was. As he was walking on the street, he would occasionally stare above him, imagining the lights were the night sky stars. He stopped for a moment to close his eyes, imagining there was rain falling on his clothes. A recurring dream of his was lying down outside and stargazing. His daydreaming was interrupted when he felt someone bump hard against his shoulder.
βGet out of the way ya druggie freak.β The voice was coming from a tall, pudgy man. Jonathan opened his eyes to see the man standing beside him. He nodded, muttering something that sounded like an apology before walking off.
The area was definitely a busy one with a variety of misfits andβ¦ not as friendly individuals as some could put it. However, there was a small group of individuals funneling around the strangers, pickpocketing, exchanging pleasantries with, and so on. Nothing out of the abnormal behaviors of this area of Dominion β βEy, boss,β one of the dirty scoundrels gave another man a light below.
βWhat?β The man shooed his elbow away while playing cards with the other guy. They had been taking a break until this point.
A groan from the original man, somewhat uncertain, βDat guy looβ a lilβ funny to yah?β he asked while making a gesture with his hand towards the individual he was watching.
Spitting to the ground, the boss shrugged, βLook a lilβ bit oβ sewer scrap to me,β he went back to what he was doing.
βIβm gonna see if he has anyβtink gud on imββ the man patted the third manβs shoulder playfully before those two were off. Heading towards the Ratman with casualness. Nothing that pointed them directly at him except the ones curious eyes.
Jonathan didnβt seem to notice that he was being targeted. He seemed to be in his little world. As he walked down the street, his huge backpack jiggled up and down with each step he took. His breath was heavy and raspy. A side effect of being burned. And because of his maladaptive daydreaming, he would be an easy target for thieves. As he was walking, Jonathan whistled a song, wondering where he could get something greasy to eat. Or thinking perhaps a light snack would be more suitable.
The man that was shorter than Jonathan and his companion grabbed something from Jonathanβs backpack as if he owned it. No regard for personal space or caring what the situation might get him into or the other people around him. βDisβ look a lilβ brokin,β the man chattered while gesturing the object to his friend.
βA! We haβa rat,β the other man joked while taking the item. It was definitely something that Jonathan most likely scavenged up during his usual routes of trying to find something to sell or what not.
They were definitely trying to pick on him like schoolyard bullies. Nothing better to do. Seeing someone that they thought was an easy target to poke fun at.
Jonathan suddenly felt something jostling his backpack. At first, he thought it was an earthquake, but he noticed two men walking before him. His eye quickly saw something inside one of the menβs hands. Instantly recognized the item that was in his hand. βHi, thatβs mine, give it back you you thief!β Jonathan yelled, moving forward and reaching over to try and grab the item. However he tripped, causing him to fall face first onto the ground. βOwie.β Muttering and sitting on the floor. A rush of pain filled his body as Jonathan held his elbow, having scraped it.
The taller man had the object and he took a few steps back when Jonathan tried to grab it. Neither of the men had the dignity or care to even stop the robotic man from falling onto his face. They both busted out laughing as if it was the funniest thing they have seen all day. The shorter one added, βHe canβt walk dat one!β While pointing.
As the taller man came near, he crouched down with a chuckle, βWhy should eβ give it back?β He dangled the scrap in his hand. βIsnβt it findβr keepβrs?β The man continued to egg the man on.
βItβs mine, though. I found it first. You stole it from me.β Jonathan looked at the crouched man with tears welling up in his eyes. He could feel the tears soon running down his cheeks. The loss of the object he had spent so many hours finding was extremely stressful. His whole body was shaking now. Again he tried to grab the scarp from the manβs hand, but he could quickly move it away.
βThief, thief itβs mine not yours. ITβS MINE MINE MINE!!! I FOUND IT FIRST.β Jonathan screamed as he tried standing up, albeit very slowly. If one of the men could, they could push him back down if they wished. He could barely see through the fog caused by his crying and screaming.
A bit of concern came over both of the men when Jonathan began to scream and it caused them both to back up. βSettle! Settle!β the shorter man gestured his hands as if that would help Jonathan calm down at all. βEβre playinβ with ya,β the man glanced at his taller companion as if to see what the other man was going to do.
βItβ a piece of scrap! Whyβd ya care about it so anyβay?β the taller man kept it in his grasp and this time he kept it near his side. Not toying with Jonathan but determining how much more he should push and prod at this man before it became an issue though they were not against issues or fights.
βCuz i sent three hours looking for it. Itβs apart of my collection.β He looked at the two men before sitting back down. Bending his tall knees over his face while using his long arms to wrap around his legs. βYour not playing a very good game. Momma always said to treat others how you want to be treated.β This last sentence was said in a breathy sort of whisper. Lifting up his mask and using his jacket sleeve to wipe away the tears. Putting his mask back before looking back at them. βI would like my scrap back please and thank you.β He said licking his chapped lips.
A laugh came out of the taller man, βCollectβen junk? Does it work?β he glanced down at the item in his hand and he doubted that it did work. Why were scavengers soβ¦ weird. Shaking his head in the negative, βYa listβen to yah mamma?β Both of the men began to laugh.
The smaller one, βMamaβ boy β mama boyββ They were having their laughs and fun with Jonathan. Before the smaller man waved him off, βCβmon Hits. Eβ donβt have time fβr dis,β he began to walk away.
Hits shrugged his shoulders and waved Jonathan off, βGo cry to yah mamaβ bout it,β then he began to walk off.
βBut but you stole itβ¦itβs mineβ¦give it back.β Jonathan could feel the tears coming back. Small droplets of tears seemed to run down his cheek. His whole body was starting to shake again. He started whimpering and crying softly, remembering how he was bullied as a child. Just then he heard someone speaking to him. βDonβt cry Jon i got this.β And as if a switch had been turned around Jonathan took off his backpack seting it down on the ground. Next her removed his mask placing it neatly on top of his pack. His hand moving to inside of his jacket to retrieve something.
Starting to follow them, he quickly caught up and tapped one of the men on the shoulder. βYou got something that belongs to me pal.β He spoke sounding much different then the other men remembered him sounding. The object he had hidden was now in his hand, and with a press of a button the other thief could tell it was a knife. βGive back what you stole YOU CUNT!!!β Yelling as the theives could fully see Jonathanβs horrifically burnt face.
The larger one seeming to not want to trouble and somewhat shocked about the overall attitude of the man, he dropped the item, and raised up his hands. βDere ya go! Yars! Keep yaβtrash!β He wasnβt wanting to get stabbed and the look of the face that was exposed to him was quite haunting β something he didnβt want to play around with.
Seeing his larger friends reaction the smaller man, for a second, tightened up, and looked like he might try to brawl with Jonathan. That was until their boss, from across the way, whistled, and gestured for them to come back over. This caused relief in the smaller manβs form, βCβmon Hits,β he gestured to get away from Jonathan.
βCome on fellas i just wanna play a gameβ¦β He called to them with a loud sadistic sounding laugh. A few moments later he looked down at the ground and picked up the scrap, putting it into his jacket pocket. His eyes looking over at the person he assumed was their boss. With a smile that exposed the few yellow teeth that were in his mouth and a wink, Jonathan was signalling to him not to mess with him again.
Walking back to put on the backpack and mask. Letting out a few breaths before muttering something. β2.4.6.8.10.12.14.16.18.20.22.24.26.28.30.β And as he finished counting Jonathan looked around being extremely confused on what just happened. Shrugging his shoulders before walking away.
A few hours later Jonathan was standing at the mouth of one of the many tunnels. He had gotten to eat some food and decided to go scavenging for something valuable. Holding onto something as he felt the earthquake starting. βOh no.β He muttered feeling conflicted if he should go in or not. But the thought of finding treasure was too tempting. Slowly he started walking into the tunnel.
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Taivas watched as the huge gorilla stomped into the tent. He knew that if he tried to intervene, he would get quite a beating. A part of him was pretty glad since he didnβt have to hear Dotty anymore. Taivas was staring back at the Kerchak and then at Tarzan. βDo you know this guy?β He asked. He was surprised when he mentioned that Kerchak was his father. βI can see that; you got his hairyness.β Taivas said, chuckling softly at his joke.
βCome on Tarzan donβt be a pansy. Stand up for yourself.β He stepped forward but backed down when he noticed Kerchak looking back at him. Following the others outside of the tent.
Taivas watched as the leopard from before started attacking the trio. βSon of a bitch.β The blonde summoned his keyblade, getting into a fighting stance. However, it was pretty hard since he didnβt want to hit Kerchak accidentally. Chasing after Sabor with the others, ensuring he didnβt lose sight of them. He jumped around, trying not to slam himself into a tree. He caught his breath as they finally caught up to Kerchak and Sabor.
βFinally, I thought I was never gonna get some payback. That asshole ruined my jacket.β Taivas summoned his keyblade again. He rushed towards Sabor and jumped high, swinging his weapon down to try and hit the leopard. βTake this!!!β He yelled out while coming down.
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Taivas watched as the huge gorilla stomped into the tent. He knew that if he tried to intervene, he would get quite a beating. A part of him was pretty glad since he didnβt have to hear Dotty anymore. Taivas was staring back at the Kerchak and then at Tarzan. βDo you know this guy?β He asked. He was surprised when he mentioned that Kerchak was his father. βI can see that; you got his hairyness.β Taivas said, chuckling softly at his joke.
βCome on Tarzan donβt be a pansy. Stand up for yourself.β He stepped forward but backed down when he noticed Kerchak looking back at him. Following the others outside of the tent.
Taivas watched as the leopard from before started attacking the trio. βSon of a bitch.β The blonde summoned his keyblade, getting into a fighting stance. However, it was pretty hard since he didnβt want to hit Kerchak accidentally. Chasing after Sabor with the others, ensuring he didnβt lose sight of them. He jumped around, trying not to slam himself into a tree. He caught his breath as they finally caught up to Kerchak and Sabor.
βFinally, I thought I was never gonna get some payback. That asshole ruined my jacket.β Taivas summoned his keyblade again. He rushed towards Sabor and jumped high, swinging his weapon down to try and hit the leopard. βTake this!!!β He yelled out while coming down.
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Harry finished off his last attack with a dramatic pose He stopped posing when he noticed the split in his pants was fixed. βHow did that happen?β Muttering to himself as Inland Empire spoke up. Assuming that Harry was wearing some sort of magical pants. He quickly turned towards the remaining zombies. Harry got into another fighting pose before getting back into action. However, he couldnβt do much since Band and his new canine companion seemed to be finishing off the other scrambling dead. βGood job, Band and Dog.β He said, complimenting both their fighting abilities. Harryβs backside was shone in a bright green light. His flat behind being quite noticeable. The detective turned around, wondering where it was coming from. Moving beside Band so he wouldnβt get run over by the large vehicle. He wondered who could have created this vehicle.
βHoly shit thatβs awesome.β Harry exclaimed as he watched it atomize the zombies. The thought of shooting laser beams would be such an incredible superpower. He approached the stopped train and ran his hand on the chassi. βWhat kinda vehicle is this? How did you make it shoot that nifty laser?β Harry asked Stein and wondered if this vehicle was legal.
"Mr. Tank is a Metal Attacker," Tesset replied for Stein. "Unit designation NORA MA-03."
Stein patted her on the head. "Its real name is Atom, and it ain't a train. More like an all-terrain tank. I overcharged its cannon with a Sophinium smack from my thingamajig." Evidently technical explanations were the support droid's specialty.
βThis doesnβt seem legal. You should press them to see if they have a license for such a weapon.β Authority said, to which Harry asked if Stein had a license to use this train. After Steinβs answer, Harry fixed his clothes from the fight.
"Uh huh." The big man outshined Harry's yellowish glint with a toothy flash of his pearly whites. "Makes me wonder, though: what d'you think you'd be doin' if I didn't? This mountainside part of your, uh, jurisdiction?"
"Your god dam right roughneck." Authority said but Harry just shook his head.
"No but I try to maintain the law as best I can. It comes with being a police officer." Harry said with a soft smile.
βOh yeah, Iβm all gravy.β Harry said to the girl, smiling, exposing his yellowing teeth to her. βSo you're also looking for Heismay too? Were you hired to find those missing kids?β Adding while eyeing Stein and Tesset. βYeah, I can tell itβs gonna be a dead space.β Harry added to the conversation. As they continued their conversation, Harry picked up the hat he had given to Dog Mullen. Picking it up and sadly looking at it. Putting it in his bag when he was able to find it. Perhaps Dog had dropped it while she was fighting the zombies. So maybe once it was dry, he could give it back to her.
He was worried that there would be worse things than the living dead inside of the mansion. Following the others, he kept his eyes out in case any creep would try to ambush them. βThis is Detective Harry Dubois with the RCM; I want to ask you some questions. You're not in trouble. I just want to ask you some questions Mr. Heismay. β He yelled out, his voice echoing through the mansion's foyer.
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Harry finished off his last attack with a dramatic pose He stopped posing when he noticed the split in his pants was fixed. βHow did that happen?β Muttering to himself as Inland Empire spoke up. Assuming that Harry was wearing some sort of magical pants. He quickly turned towards the remaining zombies. Harry got into another fighting pose before getting back into action. However, he couldnβt do much since Band and his new canine companion seemed to be finishing off the other scrambling dead. βGood job, Band and Dog.β He said, complimenting both their fighting abilities. Harryβs backside was shone in a bright green light. His flat behind being quite noticeable. The detective turned around, wondering where it was coming from. Moving beside Band so he wouldnβt get run over by the large vehicle. He wondered who could have created this vehicle.
βHoly shit thatβs awesome.β Harry exclaimed as he watched it atomize the zombies. The thought of shooting laser beams would be such an incredible superpower. He approached the stopped train and ran his hand on the chassi. βWhat kinda vehicle is this? How did you make it shoot that nifty laser?β Harry asked Stein and wondered if this vehicle was legal.
"Mr. Tank is a Metal Attacker," Tesset replied for Stein. "Unit designation NORA MA-03."
Stein patted her on the head. "Its real name is Atom, and it ain't a train. More like an all-terrain tank. I overcharged its cannon with a Sophinium smack from my thingamajig." Evidently technical explanations were the support droid's specialty.
βThis doesnβt seem legal. You should press them to see if they have a license for such a weapon.β Authority said, to which Harry asked if Stein had a license to use this train. After Steinβs answer, Harry fixed his clothes from the fight.
"Uh huh." The big man outshined Harry's yellowish glint with a toothy flash of his pearly whites. "Makes me wonder, though: what d'you think you'd be doin' if I didn't? This mountainside part of your, uh, jurisdiction?"
"Your god dam right roughneck." Authority said but Harry just shook his head.
"No but I try to maintain the law as best I can. It comes with being a police officer." Harry said with a soft smile.
βOh yeah, Iβm all gravy.β Harry said to the girl, smiling, exposing his yellowing teeth to her. βSo you're also looking for Heismay too? Were you hired to find those missing kids?β Adding while eyeing Stein and Tesset. βYeah, I can tell itβs gonna be a dead space.β Harry added to the conversation. As they continued their conversation, Harry picked up the hat he had given to Dog Mullen. Picking it up and sadly looking at it. Putting it in his bag when he was able to find it. Perhaps Dog had dropped it while she was fighting the zombies. So maybe once it was dry, he could give it back to her.
He was worried that there would be worse things than the living dead inside of the mansion. Following the others, he kept his eyes out in case any creep would try to ambush them. βThis is Detective Harry Dubois with the RCM; I want to ask you some questions. You're not in trouble. I just want to ask you some questions Mr. Heismay. β He yelled out, his voice echoing through the mansion's foyer.
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@Eviledd1984 I forgot to @ you with the tag.
Also, I totally deleted my other message that I wrote with the tag. Lmao!
So, I have been in DMs with some people. For character interaction, we have options:
- Scotti and Selene are in the ancient ducts of Dominion that are hooked up to the Grey market in Khia. They could definitely run into Johnathan "The Rat Man".
- Scotti and Selene could end up not running into the Rat Man and they could end up running into Pilka and Kara.
- Pilka and Kara could also possibly run into the Rat man.
Since all of these characters are in Khia, around Khia, connected to the tunnels, old sewers, etc...
@Xandrya@Qia@Eviledd1984
I can always put up an anonymous vote to see what route we want to go with interactions for this period. Plus, we do not have to continue with those routes above. They are optional.
For you, @Expendable, is there any particular route that you would like to go? If not, we can continue Kit going through government harassment or having Kit possibly meet with other NPCs/etc... I doubt he would be wandering the tunnels/Khia District/etc...
I voted for the first option lol.
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I am perfectly fine with that! With all the riots and things going on in the city, currently, I bet he would run into someone. I'll write something up and send it over to you via google doc. That won't be until after work tho, so around 5-ish EST.
Okay sounds good.
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Would it be okay if you had some NPCs interact with Jonathan for the time being, and then we can plan on getting some to interact with the other characters?
Would it be okay if you had some NPCs interact with Jonathan for the time being, and then we can plan on getting some to interact with the other characters?
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Alright the Ratman post is up.
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@The Savant
A lone figure in the city was scavenging around some trash, hoping to find something he could sell. He searched for these items and hummed a song he had heard before. This figure was the Ratman, a local eccentric scavenger. From what he could find, it was nothing worth selling. Although some of the items he could use. He put the items into his backpack while muttering some words. He was elated to have gotten the junk from the garbage. βGood, good loot.β He muttered as he made his way out onto the street. He got some strange looks from the few people who noticed him. Giving him a peculiar look, but he didnβt seem to notice.
Jonathan walked down the street while still humming the song that played in his head. His next task was to return home to collect a βpackageβ to be delivered to a potential buyer. He stopped in front of a television to watch the broadcast. Few other people were watching, and only a few broke their gaze to stare at Jonathan. βPretty woman.β He murmured, seeing the woman standing at the podium. He had experienced the earthquakes before; it usually didnβt bother him when it did happen. However, it could be a nuisance. He would have to be careful if he ever scavenged in the caves in the foreseeable future.
As the broadcast ended, Jonathan left the side of the street and returned to his apartment, walking past some civilians and the occasional undesirable deep in their world. He opened his apartment door and stepped inside, locking the door behind him. He walked past some big boxes of things he had scavenged, unpacking the garbage he had picked and putting it into an empty box in his bedroom. He stopped to visit his pets, who were cockroaches inside a glass terrarium. βHello, Laurel. Hello, Hardy.β He said, gently tapping the glass. Walking over to his bed and taking out a small box underneath. He pulled out a small vial of white liquid and a needle as he opened the box. Sitting on the bed, Jonathan rolled up his jacket sleeve and tapped his arm with two fingers. When he found a vein, he extracted the liquid with the needle. Soon enough, he injected himself, feeling the constant pain somewhat subsiding. Jonathan put away the vial and needle underneath the bed after he was finished.
His next stop was to grab the βpackageβ in his lab, which was inside his apartment's spare room. He had gotten the equipment from people in the Gray Market. The drug money he would get from selling would be used for implants, drug equipment, implants, and food.
Jonathan picked up the package he had prepared a few hours ago and put it into his backpack. A few minutes later, after packing a few things in his backpack, he left the apartment, remembering to lock his door again if he wanted his apartment ransacked. This particular instant had happened to him quite a few times. He was told to meet the buyer at a restaurant. The trip to the restaurant was not very eventful. Walking down the street, the tall masked man sang another song. His voice seemed to echo through the streets. His singing was baritone and somewhat raspy.
As he entered the restaurant, he noticed a group of men sitting inside a booth. In the middle of the booth sat a tall asian man with sunglasses. This man noticed Jonathan standing at the entrance and was ushered to the booth by some men who Jonathan presumed were armed. One of the guards walked along with Jonathan to the booth. The scavenger sits down in front of the man.
βDo you have the package?β He said curtly while staring at Jonathan. Jonathan chuckled from underneath his mask, nodding his head.
βYes, yes, we have the package. Hahaha. All the spice you will ever need, haha.β Jonathan said, which got a strange look from the Asian man. Jonathan took out the little box and handed it to the Asian man. The man took the package and motioned for one of the guards to give Jonathan a small money envelope. Jonathan took the envelope before asking if the Asian man wanted a reading of his fortune. The man declined the offer, which greatly disappointed him. βThanks for doing the biz chaver.β He winked and clicked his fingers like a gun at him.
As he left, the Asian man gave him another strange look, probably wondering why he even dealt with him. But Jonathan had the best drugs in the city, so there was some reason to do business with the strange man. Jonathan left the restaurant, whistling. He wanted to spend money on food since he hadnβt eaten since the morning.
THE RATMAN
A lone figure in the city was scavenging around some trash, hoping to find something he could sell. He searched for these items and hummed a song he had heard before. This figure was the Ratman, a local eccentric scavenger. From what he could find, it was nothing worth selling. Although some of the items he could use. He put the items into his backpack while muttering some words. He was elated to have gotten the junk from the garbage. βGood, good loot.β He muttered as he made his way out onto the street. He got some strange looks from the few people who noticed him. Giving him a peculiar look, but he didnβt seem to notice.
Jonathan walked down the street while still humming the song that played in his head. His next task was to return home to collect a βpackageβ to be delivered to a potential buyer. He stopped in front of a television to watch the broadcast. Few other people were watching, and only a few broke their gaze to stare at Jonathan. βPretty woman.β He murmured, seeing the woman standing at the podium. He had experienced the earthquakes before; it usually didnβt bother him when it did happen. However, it could be a nuisance. He would have to be careful if he ever scavenged in the caves in the foreseeable future.
As the broadcast ended, Jonathan left the side of the street and returned to his apartment, walking past some civilians and the occasional undesirable deep in their world. He opened his apartment door and stepped inside, locking the door behind him. He walked past some big boxes of things he had scavenged, unpacking the garbage he had picked and putting it into an empty box in his bedroom. He stopped to visit his pets, who were cockroaches inside a glass terrarium. βHello, Laurel. Hello, Hardy.β He said, gently tapping the glass. Walking over to his bed and taking out a small box underneath. He pulled out a small vial of white liquid and a needle as he opened the box. Sitting on the bed, Jonathan rolled up his jacket sleeve and tapped his arm with two fingers. When he found a vein, he extracted the liquid with the needle. Soon enough, he injected himself, feeling the constant pain somewhat subsiding. Jonathan put away the vial and needle underneath the bed after he was finished.
His next stop was to grab the βpackageβ in his lab, which was inside his apartment's spare room. He had gotten the equipment from people in the Gray Market. The drug money he would get from selling would be used for implants, drug equipment, implants, and food.
Jonathan picked up the package he had prepared a few hours ago and put it into his backpack. A few minutes later, after packing a few things in his backpack, he left the apartment, remembering to lock his door again if he wanted his apartment ransacked. This particular instant had happened to him quite a few times. He was told to meet the buyer at a restaurant. The trip to the restaurant was not very eventful. Walking down the street, the tall masked man sang another song. His voice seemed to echo through the streets. His singing was baritone and somewhat raspy.
As he entered the restaurant, he noticed a group of men sitting inside a booth. In the middle of the booth sat a tall asian man with sunglasses. This man noticed Jonathan standing at the entrance and was ushered to the booth by some men who Jonathan presumed were armed. One of the guards walked along with Jonathan to the booth. The scavenger sits down in front of the man.
βDo you have the package?β He said curtly while staring at Jonathan. Jonathan chuckled from underneath his mask, nodding his head.
βYes, yes, we have the package. Hahaha. All the spice you will ever need, haha.β Jonathan said, which got a strange look from the Asian man. Jonathan took out the little box and handed it to the Asian man. The man took the package and motioned for one of the guards to give Jonathan a small money envelope. Jonathan took the envelope before asking if the Asian man wanted a reading of his fortune. The man declined the offer, which greatly disappointed him. βThanks for doing the biz chaver.β He winked and clicked his fingers like a gun at him.
As he left, the Asian man gave him another strange look, probably wondering why he even dealt with him. But Jonathan had the best drugs in the city, so there was some reason to do business with the strange man. Jonathan left the restaurant, whistling. He wanted to spend money on food since he hadnβt eaten since the morning.
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Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Lugubrious @Simple Unicycle @DracoLunaris
Harry didnβt seem to Band that he wanted to talk about his former partner. Talking about Kim would only send Harry into a spiral of depression. But right now, he needed to find that missing kid. Perhaps doing this good deed would lift his spirits somehow. As they approached the mansion, Harry looked at the shambling creatures wandering around. He squinted his eyes, trying to see how many of the creatures were blocking their way. The detective arched his back and head forward to get a better look. But he could hear and see something that one of the voices noticed.
βYou notice the zombies who look like they have been rotting for two or so years. A gust of wind would be able to bring them down.β Perceptions said, but was interrupted by another voice.
βYou can use your prybar to bash these fuckers brains in.β Endurance said before Perception continued speaking.
βYes but there is quite a lot of them, so you will have to be careful or you'll be ripped apart.β Perception said, letting out a breath of frustration.
Harry thought he could try to avoid them as best he could. But there was a real possibility that he would need to fight these creatures. The very thought made Harry start sweating profusely. Luckily, they did not engage with the creatures and continued to Curien Mansion. As they came to the gate, Harry stood beside Band.
βYeah, it looks like it. I could try to pick theβ¦β He stopped speaking as he noticed Band punching and opening the locked gate. βCool.β He muttered with a grin. He wished he had a huge robot arm just to punch doors open.
βYou can get a robot implant if you cut off your arm.β Pain Threshold said, but Logic spoke up.
βIf you do that, you won't be used to solving this case.β Logic said, wanting to make sure Harry didnβt do anything stupid.
Harry clapped his hands, impressed by Bandβs feat of strength. He looked up beyond the gate, gulping loudly as his legs started to feel like jello. His Composure spoke up to try to keep him from running away. βYou must stand your ground; you have made it this far. Just keep going; you can do it.β
Harry took a deep breath and nodded, feeling his courage come back. He then walked along with the others into the courtyard. The whole place gave Harry the creeps. His eyes moved towards the group of undead shambling around the courtyard. Being surprised by Band rushing into the crowd of zombies. The thought of going into combat with the undead scared him considerably. He was afraid of being either infected or torn apart by the horde. But the idea of doing nothing was equally as perturbing.
When deciding to do something, Harry would jump into action. But before that, he removed his mesh shirt and jacket and put them into his plastic bag, taking out the prybar before setting it somewhere safe.
βRIP AND TEAR UNTIL IT IS DONE!!!β Endurance yelled out as Harry let out a loud, bellowing scream. As he ran into the group of the undead, he jumped off Bandβs back and towards the horde. Slamming his prybar into the head of one of the zombies before turning towards the others.
Uppercutting the closest zombie unintentionally, its head popped off its neck. βDRAGON UPPERCUT!β He yelled out. This caused his Endurance to cheer Harry on. Encouraging him to keep beating the shit out of the undead. The words βMake them your bitch.β were the words his Endurance said to help keep Harry going.
βAre you okay Dog?β He said to Amaterasu if she had joined in on the fight. He would continue fighting once he had gotten a bark or woof that she was okay. Turning around, he noticed another shambling dead approaching him. Doing the splits and punching the nearby zombie in the balls. βTESTICULAR TRAUMA!β He yelled out. At first, he thought this attack would work, but it only confused the zombies. Harry noticed his pants now had a huge rip in the taint area. Harry quickly tried to get back up, kicking the zombie with a backflip. βSONIC KICKβ He yelled out while he performed the kick. The kick sent the zombie into the air, and it landed a few feet away from Harry.
He turned his attention to the other zombies that were coming towards them. Harry ran towards them, kneeing a zombie in the chest. βLION KNEE!β Yelling out as the zombie stumbled backwards. Harry turned his attention to the other zombie. Grabbing the zombie, performing a string of German suplexes before finishing it with a piledriver. βDYNAMIC BOMB!β The piledriver caused the zombieβs head to explode, spraying Harry with a mixture of blood and brain.
Then turning towards the other person that had joined them. "Ah shit it's another one. KILL IT!" He blurted out loud. Although this undead seemed more friendly then the others. Perhaps they could be of assistance.
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Level: Lv: 6 EXP: (3/60)
Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands - Wooded Slope
Level: Lv: 6 EXP: (3/60)
Location: Dead Zone Hinterlands - Wooded Slope
Harry didnβt seem to Band that he wanted to talk about his former partner. Talking about Kim would only send Harry into a spiral of depression. But right now, he needed to find that missing kid. Perhaps doing this good deed would lift his spirits somehow. As they approached the mansion, Harry looked at the shambling creatures wandering around. He squinted his eyes, trying to see how many of the creatures were blocking their way. The detective arched his back and head forward to get a better look. But he could hear and see something that one of the voices noticed.
βYou notice the zombies who look like they have been rotting for two or so years. A gust of wind would be able to bring them down.β Perceptions said, but was interrupted by another voice.
βYou can use your prybar to bash these fuckers brains in.β Endurance said before Perception continued speaking.
βYes but there is quite a lot of them, so you will have to be careful or you'll be ripped apart.β Perception said, letting out a breath of frustration.
Harry thought he could try to avoid them as best he could. But there was a real possibility that he would need to fight these creatures. The very thought made Harry start sweating profusely. Luckily, they did not engage with the creatures and continued to Curien Mansion. As they came to the gate, Harry stood beside Band.
βYeah, it looks like it. I could try to pick theβ¦β He stopped speaking as he noticed Band punching and opening the locked gate. βCool.β He muttered with a grin. He wished he had a huge robot arm just to punch doors open.
βYou can get a robot implant if you cut off your arm.β Pain Threshold said, but Logic spoke up.
βIf you do that, you won't be used to solving this case.β Logic said, wanting to make sure Harry didnβt do anything stupid.
Harry clapped his hands, impressed by Bandβs feat of strength. He looked up beyond the gate, gulping loudly as his legs started to feel like jello. His Composure spoke up to try to keep him from running away. βYou must stand your ground; you have made it this far. Just keep going; you can do it.β
Harry took a deep breath and nodded, feeling his courage come back. He then walked along with the others into the courtyard. The whole place gave Harry the creeps. His eyes moved towards the group of undead shambling around the courtyard. Being surprised by Band rushing into the crowd of zombies. The thought of going into combat with the undead scared him considerably. He was afraid of being either infected or torn apart by the horde. But the idea of doing nothing was equally as perturbing.
When deciding to do something, Harry would jump into action. But before that, he removed his mesh shirt and jacket and put them into his plastic bag, taking out the prybar before setting it somewhere safe.
βRIP AND TEAR UNTIL IT IS DONE!!!β Endurance yelled out as Harry let out a loud, bellowing scream. As he ran into the group of the undead, he jumped off Bandβs back and towards the horde. Slamming his prybar into the head of one of the zombies before turning towards the others.
Uppercutting the closest zombie unintentionally, its head popped off its neck. βDRAGON UPPERCUT!β He yelled out. This caused his Endurance to cheer Harry on. Encouraging him to keep beating the shit out of the undead. The words βMake them your bitch.β were the words his Endurance said to help keep Harry going.
βAre you okay Dog?β He said to Amaterasu if she had joined in on the fight. He would continue fighting once he had gotten a bark or woof that she was okay. Turning around, he noticed another shambling dead approaching him. Doing the splits and punching the nearby zombie in the balls. βTESTICULAR TRAUMA!β He yelled out. At first, he thought this attack would work, but it only confused the zombies. Harry noticed his pants now had a huge rip in the taint area. Harry quickly tried to get back up, kicking the zombie with a backflip. βSONIC KICKβ He yelled out while he performed the kick. The kick sent the zombie into the air, and it landed a few feet away from Harry.
He turned his attention to the other zombies that were coming towards them. Harry ran towards them, kneeing a zombie in the chest. βLION KNEE!β Yelling out as the zombie stumbled backwards. Harry turned his attention to the other zombie. Grabbing the zombie, performing a string of German suplexes before finishing it with a piledriver. βDYNAMIC BOMB!β The piledriver caused the zombieβs head to explode, spraying Harry with a mixture of blood and brain.
Then turning towards the other person that had joined them. "Ah shit it's another one. KILL IT!" He blurted out loud. Although this undead seemed more friendly then the others. Perhaps they could be of assistance.
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