Fyre Unholy

"DEVOURER": Bronze, Blood, Betrayal

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This is a collab post between pugbutter and me. We worked on this for our two respective characters Barber and Andrew with the NPC Max.

"That sound just now came from that way." Andrew pointed in the general direction of the explosion. "Not sure why you'd think it'd have something to do with me, seeing as how I've been in there for a while."

"Because they could've followed you, you Eastie fishhead." Max yawned. "Hey, Barber. Ten euros to scout the hills for an hour or two."

Andrew raised his eyebrows quizzically. "'They' being who exactly?"

"What's goin' on?" Daniel asked, struggling with the elastic waist of his tracksuit bottoms.

Max answered both at once: "Sounded like the fuckin' military," he said. "A high-grade explosive, that."

"And again, I came from that way." As Andrew pointed in the direction the boom. "I'm sure they followed me. Yep. I'm definitely at fault here!"

"If you can see us from the hilltops with that thing around your neck," Max said, jabbing a fat finger at the camera strap, "then bet your skinny ass the military can see you from over there. They've got, I don't know, satellites and shit." He looked up at Crow's nest, and waved his finger around at the clouds, and the heavens from which they dangled.

"Just a mutant. Nothing to worry about." Andrew sighed, wondering if he should offer to go with Barber to see what had happened. After all, Max definitely seemed angry and worried and was offering payment. If he could learn a few things and get paid at the same time rather than pay Owl...

On the other hand, taking one look at Barber (or rather, one sniff of him), the confidence receded quickly, deeply into Andrew's heart. A drunk, maybe with a shaky trigger finger; stumbling around, twisting his ankles and breaking his knees on rocks and roots and badger-holes. Not much of a guide, this Scotsman, and Andy knew it was a Scot because the little hundred-mil of Buckfast bulged from his pocket, even without the accent to help. Only men of that hairy race were low enough to drink such rot, its fumes clinging to his nose hairs ever since he got his degree in Edinburgh. One inhale of the stuff and Andrew was doomed to remember it forever. He could almost smell his own vomit when he smelled Buckfast, even when no sourness leapt up his throat, and no dryness assailed the sides of his tongue.

"So, you up to it?"

"Sure, Max," said Barber, who, shamelessly scratching at his own anus through the polyester of his pants-seat, began in the same direction as at which the surly bartender had just pointed.

"What the hell are you doing?" Max bellowed. The Scot turned around at these words, gaping himself dumb. "You're naked, aren't you? Go back and grab your gun."

"It's fine."

"It's stupidity. That's what it is."

Andrew looked at the Scot like he'd just seanced with his fat mother back on the island. Walking toward an explosion was bad enough; and while unarmed! But he saw his opportunity and he jumped for it. "Maybe I'll find something with this which you can't." He tapped the lens of his camera, wishing he had brought his binocs with him. He scrunched his face just a bit, angry at himself for something so valuable. The binoculars had a better zoom than any camera would have. He'd have to find a pair.

"I'm not throwing another ten in, if that's what you think. You two decide how to split it, if you're tagging along, newbie," Max warned.

"Fine with me, if it'll calm you down." Andrew knew he needed to make a few friends where he had none. Pissing off the one person his friend (his outside friend) told him could help him was not on his list of things to do. Nevertheless, Andrew had a smug grin plastered across his face; he'd goaded Owl out of a good lookout spot and a place to camp entirely for free! Now all he had to do was get out of dodge before Owl paid his bar tab and he wouldn't have to pay a penny. Might even make a quick euro helping Barber.

The same fingers which burrowed at Barber's bum lingered dangerously near his mouth and nostrils. He was scratching something else. "We ready?" he asked. "Can I borrow that Sig, then?"

Andrew questioned it for a minute. He didn't want to give a stranger his gun, not really. After all, Owl did just warn him that everyone had their own agenda and to trust no-one. But what could a drunk man do with a gun? With as great a chance of hurting himself as others? "Let's go. Uh, wash your hands, though." If Max trusted this man...well, there had to be something to him, even if Andrew couldn't see it. And God knows he couldn't.

"Sure. Sure." Barber walked for the muddy brook, and the stench followed him.

"The sink is the other way."

"No soap here, sonny. You're in the Zone." He knelt and rubbed the grainy silt between his knuckles.

"No soap?"

"Well, I guess there's soap. But it's in high demand. Runs out fast. I sure ain't never see n'any." Swish, swish. The dirt particles fell off, by and large, into the opaque water.

"All right then. Let's go." It was at this moment that Andrew knew that the Zone was definitely a different place. It had cities, sure, but they were not the same as those of humanity and dignity and chins held high. These were the cities you see in the cinema. The run-down shitholes that criminals hide in when they're on the run. So the news wasn't lying; not egregiously.

It was only when they had begun to climb the slopes that Andrew saw Barber wore socks and flipflops. Truly he'd lost his appreciation for life somewhere long ago, on the side of the road, slipping out through a hole in his pockets; or he'd picked up a shiny-new deathwish in a similar place. Barber racked the pistol's slide, and when a bullet fell out, muttered, "Shite." He bent to pick it up. Andrew saw more peeking from Barber's waistline than he cared to, so he looked away, sneering. Even in the Zone, someone could at least show some damn class.

"Reckon this won't take long," said the Scot. "Pimps ta get proper feart up here, specially when ya pished, and the Buckie sends ya colors flyin'. I fuckin' love Buckie, man. But anyway, most noises mount to nothin'." He had released the magazine, and returned the bullet to it, through his fingers, only slightly muddy, were clumsy about it.

"What part of Scotland?"

"Glazguh. Tired of working the frier in a chippie shop, so I came here. What do they fancy you?"

"Andrew. I lived in Edinburgh for a while. Don't think I ever made it that far west."

"Agh, well; yer a Lowlands boy all tha same! Count your blessings, laddie. Glazguh's a right shithole."

"And they call you Barber?"

Barber smiled, revealing the gap in his teeth, yellowed like antique newspapers. "I give the closest shave in town!"

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I'm going to give @TemplarKnight07 until the end of tonight to write a reply before I move on without him.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

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Just before Andrew had left, he heard a noise off in the distance. He stopped, wondering if he should wait for Owl. He decided against it. He wanted out of the bar as soon as possible and away from all of the others with guns. It was bad enough that he had to trust Owl, who had already deceived him once. But he didn't want to trust the other patrons too. Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he opened the door. There, he saw Max and a couple of his men, and Max looked angry and was shouting.

“Are you sure no trouble followed you here?” Max asked Andrew furiously. Andrew thought for a moment, wondering if he should mention the fact that he very well might have been followed. After all, Andrew had no clue where that 'other' shot had come from, and had no idea if the man was hunting Andrew. Although surely if he had wanted Andrew dead, he would have let the mutant attack Andrew, shoot the mutant, and then go loot Andrew's corpse. Although with how angry Max looked, Andrew thought it better to point out something else and not mention his incident.

"That sound just now came from that way." Andrew pointed in the general direction of the explosion. "Not sure why you'd think it'd have something to do with me, seeing as how I've been in there for a while."

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With the first of his questions answered, he wanted to see for himself. With his food and drink finished, all that had been left to do was pay his tab. Andrew had enough to last him a while, but he knew if he was going to spend time here for any amount of time he'd need something leftover. He was still a bit stressed out from the event from earlier, and his head ached a bit. Eventually the alcohol would hit his system and he'd feel better. He'd eaten something, so his stomach had stopped hurting. Now he just wanted to do a bit of climbing to ease his mind. "We can walk and talk, I want some fresh air. I'll be outside when you're done."

Andrew stood up to go pay his tab, and didn't wait for Gideon to answer. If Gideon hadn't finished his food by now, this would be his cue to do so. Andrew went to go pay his tab, checking around him to see if someone followed him. After all, plenty of people stared at him as he walked in and found a seat. Andrew's hands shook less, and he was able to walk steadily. He made it to the bar, sharply exhaling as money exchanged hands. After putting his wallet away, he put a hand on his hip for just a moment before letting his arm rest at his side. Making his way for the door, he glanced over at the table where he had been sitting with Owl.

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@TemplarKnight07@Xandrya@Pugbutter I'm mostly checking in with pugbutter, as I've been absent from our usual Gmail hangouts. Went on a nice date with GF on my day off. It was a pleasant surprise and I didn't spend a dime, it was all on her. Went on a gorgeous hike through my favorite stomping grounds. I came to see if Templar had posted to see that he hadn't. I know I'm being a hypocrite when I say we should post more often (since shit seems to always happen to me and I don't post and beg for forgiveness later) but we should post more often. I know the RP itself is about suspense and character building, but I'm genuinely ready for some stuff to start happening.

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Andrew pondered what he should be asking. He didn't want to wait too long, and seem suspicious. But he wasn't sure if now was the right time or place to ask. "I've got two rather specific things I kinda need to know. The first is that I need to know where some rather high vantage points are. And I mean accessible ones, not just the tallest areas around." After all, any old bloke might be able to go out and look for some high places to take pictures from. However, those places being accessible is what matters. He didn't want to go intrude on someone's private land and get shot on the spot.

Andrew looked around again to see if anyone was staring anymore, and what he had found was that most of the glares had gone. Things had become uninteresting and everyone had gone back to their conversations or their food. He looked back down at his own plate, which was mostly finished. He picked up his fork and ate the last few bites while Owl responded.

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The Gracious Host [Town of Salem RP]

Name: Luke
Age: 24
Reason for attending: He was invited for his wealth. He was told there'd be some rather important people there and he decided to show up.
Personality: In earning his fortune, he made both friends and enemies. His ends were just, but his means may not be. Something seems off about him, but nobody can pinpoint what. He's generally polite and fun to hang around. He especially enjoys music.

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@TemplarKnight07@Xandrya Apparently if I edit in an @mention it won't actually notify y'all that I mentioned you. So here's the @mention that I posted in the IC.