Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)14:47 No. 139177 ID: f98e0b
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don's lifted out of the car and dumped on the ground. sandy.

"Can you hear me, Donny?" says a voice.

"Nope, not at all."

Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)15:55 No. 139206 ID: f98e0b
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"no" says don

"Jutht take the hood off," says the woman with a lisp.

the bag is ripped off his face
the night cools the tears streaming down his face

"Hi, Don." the man in front of him he is naked he has a photograph and a knife he says "My name's Joseph. I'm going to kill you."

>>139206
"I object to that."

"Well I've quickly deducted that. I'm more curious why I'm naked in front of a stranger without dinner in my stomach."

>>139206
"Hi Joseph. I understand we all have wants, but think about how they impact other people before you go through with them."

Do you know a joe?
Murdered any families and missed one?
Caused deaths by neglect?
Possibly gunned down his parents in an alley while he watched?

"Why?"

Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)16:07 No. 139215 ID: f98e0b
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don did worse he doesn't want to die

>>139208
"w- uk," says don. "naked."
the witty reply he wants to say catches in his throat his voice is nearly gone he was screaming earlier for a long time
he doesn't spirits he doesn't want to die
he tries again
>>139207
"i- ob- why?"
"Why am I naked? You're going to bleed and it's easier to wash skin. Why am I going to kill you? I was hired by the father," he says he is dropping the photo on the ground don looks

don looks at the girl oh no and she is beautiful and don wants to touch her hold her he wants to say "i am sorry" to her he

she is laughing in the picture don knows it's too late for that

"Was she good, Don, or did you forget her like the others?" the man "Did you have a good time? I hope it was worth it, Don. I do."

>>139215
You touched her inappropriately, didn't you, don.

That's very bad. Very. Bad.

"world is ugly and horrible. women beautiful and nice. good girl. miss her. i want to say sorry to her. can't help it. so lonely all the time."

I've discovered our man here might be a tad retarded or at least simple, what with no capitals and a limited vocabulary.

Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)16:24 No. 139230 ID: f98e0b
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"the world is ugly and horrible and she was beautiful and good and i miss her. i want to say sorry to her. can't help it." don isn't retarded or simple he's not thinking clear he's so scared

"Both, could we wrap thith up?" the woman

"Okay. Okay, Don." says the man and the blade is at his throat now. "You can apologize to her when you see her, I guess. Hold still."

Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)16:24 No. 139231 ID: f98e0b
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don exhales sharply and it turns into a gurgle
there’s no pain except a little there’s just a sucking emptying feeling and don’s head is swimming he can’t see well wet warmness on his front
he’s dying he realizes he’s dead and the thought just repeats itself firing across his brain in the last few watts of electricity that aren’t fading with the blood in the hole in the front of his head because when you’re dying what else can you think except
no no no no no no no

>>139231
Nothing you can do about it. Best to just accept it.

We're sorry Don, you were tied up. Witty replies are the only thing we got right now. Try to think of nice music. Nice music.

Any distinguishing marks on your assailant?

Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)16:42 No. 139246 ID: f98e0b
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>>139241
it is too dark it is getting darker

>>139234
don tries to accept it as he lies on the ground

he does, sort of he guesses

"He'th pathing,"
"Okay, let's get back to the car. I need some fucking pants."
"If only for your ego's sake,"
"Look it's usually bigger. I told you it's cold out here, okay? Where to now?"
"Got a call. New job thomewhere, thith town called Hearthback."
"Heard of it, I think. Nice place. Donnie's done. Let's rock, children."

Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)16:42 No. 139248 ID: f98e0b
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goodbye

bye

>>139248
Don? Don?! DOOOONNNNNNNNN!!!!

Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)17:18 No. 139258 ID: f98e0b
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In his dream, Oren visits the Prophets.
He has traveled for five years and eight months to find their tent, camped out beyond where the road ends and the waters meet.

The Undertaker's outside, in a funny hat.

>>139258
It's freakin' dark out here. You didn't bring a light?

>>139258
Trying something new on?

>>139258
What's shakin', Undertaker?

Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)17:30 No. 139264 ID: f98e0b
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>>139262
"Undertaker. Nice hat. How're you doing?" says Oren.
"Hey, Mr. Loper." says the undertaker. "I think it's Vizier tonight, actually. Fits the theme, anyway. This hat itches."
"It's better than the carnival barker thing."
"Really? I thought that had charm. Never mind. You're lucky, Mr. Loper. This isn't just a normal dream. It's a portent. A foretelling. The Prophets can see into the future and tell you about yours, if you give them an offering. You have one, right?"

"Yeah, I think so," says Oren. He realizes of course he knew he needed offerings. He has them in his pockets.

"Go on in then," says the Vizier. "They've been waiting for you."

>>139264
Well, let's go meet these Prophet types and hope that whatever they reveal about your future doesn't involve untimely, horrible death.

>>139264
Alright, let's do this thing.

>>139265
What, are you kidding?
This is Oren we're talking about.
Sudden, untimely deaths seem attracted to him like a hooker to a millionaire.
Although it's not Oren's fault he just happens to get involved in a lot of untimely deaths, this shit just happens. Call it fate giving the murderers the finger, and Oren's the finger.

>>139270
I meant Oren suffering a horrible, untimely death.

Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)17:42 No. 139273 ID: f98e0b
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They are there, the three prophets. The Warrior, the Maiden, the Stone.

Enter.

says the Stone.
"Well come, Brother Sheriff." says the Warrior. "Good night for prophesizing, eh?"
"It is if he has brought the Offering" says the Maiden. "What do you have for us, Oren Loper?"

"I have... lessee." says Oren. "One of those plastic spider rings you can get in big bags. I've got this baseball, that my dad threw to me when I was seven. I didn't catch it. I've got this locket with the picture of someone's True Love I have never met before."

Acceptable

.
"Worthy gifts all. You can ask us three questions, Brother."
"Of romance, perhaps," says the Maiden. "Or of old enemies, or death."

Uhh, I can't figure out if we should ask about the voices in Oren's head (us) and our recent explicit ability to know something much like a narrative. I mean what was that about?

All well, if we shouldn't waste a question about us (because we're just stress voices in canon so far it seems), then perhaps we should ask about the red marble thingy.

>>139273
"Who sent the hitmen?"

"How do I handle Indala without... a mess?"

This red marble... does anyone know about it and are hunting it down and will find me and attempt to kill me for it?

Well, looks like we want to ask about the red marble...

"What is the nature of the red marble?"

Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)18:42 No. 139310 ID: f98e0b
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>>139304
"Does anyone know about this red marble? Will they try to hunt me down to find it?" asks Oren.

Yes.

"There will be fighting over that marble before all's been settled, Brother. How else can you settle it?"
"You will hurt people, and you will be hurt."

Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)19:11 No. 139316 ID: f98e0b
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>>139288
"Who sent the hitmen?" asks Oren.
"We deal in Future, Oren Loper. Not past."

"Fine. Does that count?

No.

"How can I settle with Indala without a mess?"
The Warrior chuckles. "Matters of women, eh, Brother? Simply tell her the truth. You have found another stronger woman. She won't like it but you will face her over it, to be sure. If it is any consolation, Brother, you make the correct choice with the Squires Woman. It will last. She is a soldier, like you. And we both know soldiers are the best lays, aye?" He winks.

"That said," sniffs the Maiden, "She is a mixed breed, Oren Loper. A mutt. Her coloration is almost bovine in nature. You are purely Grey. You could do better."
"I know," says Oren coldly. He feels Nessie's arms around him in the waking world, his hands resting on her hips, her heart beating peacefully against his chest. "I didn't ask you about that."
"Very well, Oren Loper. Continue sucking at the udders of your cow. Waste your pure seed within her, if you feel it wise. You have one more question."

>>139316
"Why are you such a bitch?" probably wouldn't get a meaningful repsonse.

How about "Will Blejwas's corruption ever be exposed?"

>>139316
"Will I meet an early grave?"

>>139316
What should I look for in the future to ensure the happiness of myself and my village?

"How can I avoid the early death of my friends?"

Directly to the maiden: "Who crawled up your ass and died?"

C'mon, you know you want to!

Let's not piss off the Prophets. We can't very well get help from them if they're pissed, and they might give us bad information instead.

Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)20:50 No. 139378 ID: f98e0b
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"How can I avoid the early graves of me or my friends?" asks Oren.

"Strenth."
"Love."

Sacrifice.

A chime rings once, softly.
"We have taken your offering, and fulfilled our purpose. You may go, Oren Loper.
The chime rings a little louder.
"Just one thing before I go," says Oren.
"You are allowed but three-" says the Maiden.
"Where do you get off being such a bitch, Maiden?"
"I-what," says the Maiden, as the Warrior laughs a deep belly laugh, and the chiming grows still louder in the background. "How dare you-" but she's drowned out by the ringing chiming, which pulls Oren up out of

Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)20:51 No. 139379 ID: f98e0b
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the dream. The phone’s ringing. Nessie, Oren’s Deputy and best friend, is not yet awake, having wrapped herself around Oren in her sleep. “Fugoff, fuggin’ moon aliens,” she mutters in response to the ringing.

>>139379
You have your hands on an ass.

Squeeze it.

Nuzzle her

>>139379
Wake up Nessie in whatever way occurs to you. |3

>>139379
Pick up the phone. "What."

>>139385
Oh yeah, answer the phone too.

Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)21:11 No. 139395 ID: f98e0b
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>>139381
>>139384
Oren nuzzles the Deputy, grabs a handful of soft flesh and squeezes.
Nessie snorts and her eyes open. "PROBE-whu. Mmm. Morning, Sheriff." She makes no effort to break away, smiling sleepily and nuzzling back.

"Morning, Nessie."
brrrring brrrring
"You're gropin' my ass."
"It's intensely gropable."
"Phone," observes Nessie, blinking the sleep out of her eyes.
"Reckon," says Oren.
"Go put on pants and answer the thing. Phone." says Nessie.

>>139395
Answer the phone with a "Oren Loper here."

Unless it's still goddamn early, in which case "What."

>>139395
You heard her. And us. Answer the phone already, or they'll keep calling you.

Careful, its a ruse for her to get a good angle at your ass to smack it.

>>139405
You say that like this is a problem?..

I say it like its a game of soft flesh groping. Oren's ahead by two with the addition of last chapter's wake up call.

Brom 2010/02/26(Fri)21:47 No. 139417 ID: f98e0b
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Oren disentangles himself from Nessie and hops out of bed. He realizes too late her ploy and is rewarded a smack on the ass for his efforts. Whatever. It's still 2-1.

He pulls on pants and staggers into the Kitchen, grabbing a phone off the wall. "Hearthback Authority. How can I help you?" he says.

"Yes, hello," says a voice on the other end. It's got an accent Oren can't quite pinpoint. "I was wondering if I," he takes a short pause here for some reason. "could speak with Mr. Oren Loper,"

"Uh, yeah, this is him."

"A pleasure to make your acquantance, sir. (here he pauses again.) I hope I'm not distracting you from work."
Oren glances back to the barracks and the beds. "It can wait for a bit. What do you need, mr...?"
"My name's Professor Orpheo Diraiphe," says Orpheo Diraiphe. "and I was wondering if during the (pause) various investigations you've done (pause) you'd come across a small and red marble."

>>139417
"I assume you already know I have, to ask so directly. What is it?"

Isn't there legal mumbo jumbo that prevents you from disclosing evidence or the lack thereof? You know this is a goddamn trap, right?

Then again, this might be the good guy who might be the only one able to help us figuring the damn thing out. However, this endeavor would then no doubt lead to a trap or potential ambush. This is an obvious case of a possible wolf cry. Do your duty. If we must pursue this, even with the inevitability of a trap, then indulge the man's question for great justice.

>>139429
Psst Orpheo is the cool Professor from the Eivr thread. Plus, he probably already knows Oren has it anyway so it's not likely to be a trap.

>>139417
Tell him you'll keep an eye out for it (GET IT, dohohoho), but you really don't do lost and found.

I saw it. Why, is it stolen property or something?

>>139417
"Well, I mean, you already know I've got it, don't you?"

Or if you can phrase that to be a little more polite or whatever. If this guy is asking about that we probably don't want him angry at us.

Brom 2010/02/27(Sat)10:38 No. 139564 ID: f98e0b
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"Who is it?" yawns Nessie, wandering into the kitchen in her PJs.
"Some professor asking about the marble," says Oren.
"Oh. From the spook. What's breakfast?"
"Cold cereal or something."
"Pfah," says Nessie, stretching. "I'm making pancakes."

Oren turns his attention back to the phone.

>>139424
>>139509
"Technically I'm not obligated to tell you that, but it sounds like you know about it alreaady," says Oren. "What is it?"

"It's important to my colleagues and I," says Professor Diraiphe. "I don't suppose you'd part with it for me?"

>>139564
Hrm.

I'm thinking you do kind of want to be rid of the creepy thing, but at the same time you want to know what the hell it is and why it was in the apparent possession of a creepy serial killer magey type.

Not really helping matters is the claim by the Prophets that "there will be fighting over that marble before all's been settled" and "you will hurt people, and you will be hurt."

At the same time, this guy actually bothered to call you and say "hey could you give me that marble thing" instead of, I don't know, having someone come in, raze the town, kill everyone in it, and just generally retrieve it by force. Which given where you found the thing seems like something you might expect someone who wanted it to do.

So I guess... maybe more or less agree that if he sends somebody to get it or whatever that you're willing to part with it but you'd really like to know what the hell was going on with the circumstances you got ahold of it in? Maybe? I guess?

Hey, you are an official, bring out the police-talk. Would be glad to oblige, however need to make assurances as to safety, potentially dangerous item, public cause, happy to accept evidence of good cause, consultation with experts, third-party opinions, et cetera et cetera.

If they are bad guys, they're probably already unnerved by the prospect of facing the law, so lets not shake that anxiety too much.

>>139564
Only if they can explain what the fuck is going on in relation to it.

Brom 2010/02/27(Sat)13:55 No. 139613 ID: f98e0b
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>>139579
"I'd be happy to release the piece in question from my custody," says Oren. "But I'd need proof of ownership or an adoption/salvage form signed by an officer at least. You an expert on this? I'd need a consult."
"Could we perhaps avoid all the red tape?" asks the professor. "I'd like to keep this quiet, if I can. (Pause.) Less fuss, less mess, I think the term would be."

"Only if you explain the circumstances surrounding this thing," says Oren. "Look. There were some truly strange happenings around the time I found it. Homicidal one-eyed mages, clay men, sort of thing."

There's a sharp inhalation on the other side of the line. "We should not discuss this over the phone," says the professor. "Perhaps if I could meet with you out there (pause) we can speak of the marble, sheriff?"

"What's he want?" asks Nessie, searching for the flour.
"Talk face-to-face about getting the marble," says Oren. "He seems to think it's too sensitive for phones.
"Your call, I guess," says Nessie. "Sounds mighty fishy to me."

>>139613
There is an ass next to you.

Spank it.

>>139613
Sounds fishy.. but we don't really have any other leads now do we?

Well, we can pretend we're the good guys and give the guy the benefit of doubt, call him to come explain himself. You know, standard procedure.

Problem is, chances are he's a screwed-up powerful mage like the one you got the marble from. Any ideas on how we can get ourselves ready for that?

Maybe he wants to avoid messing with related paperwork because he can't provide it.

Hey! Maybe someone from the big city can help you to identify this thing properly! The Arbocks might know someone who knows someone.

>>139614
Give it a good smack.

>>139613
Point against this guy is that he's kinda shady and is interested in a shady object.

Point in this guy's defense, though, is that he's been basically forthcoming.

I say sure why not.

I say go to it, with the Marble left behind, in case they try to take it.

But don't leave it here, who knows, they may come looking for it.

...Hm. Give it to Nessie. But where could she hide it? Can't leave it in the house, but it still needs to be hidden. Prefferably mobile, so it can be moved quickly, and near at hand to someone we trust.

Oh hey, we trust Nessie.

>>139614
>>139619
Smack that ass, while putting Marble in her pajama pockets. Try to imply (without saying it, in case whatever group it is found out you have the marble has your room tapped somehow) that she should keep it with her, while making it sound like ass-based innuendo. You have worked with Nessie for a long time, you should be able to do this and be assured she knows what you meant.

>>139630
From what the prophets told us, dangerous people are going to be looking for that marble.

You're suggesting we give it to Nessie and put her in danger?
Fixing for misreading shit

>>139633
As opposed to bringing it to a meeting with a potential mage, or leaving it in a house they know we are in?

YES

Nessie is not some delicate flower, she is an officer of the law as well. Hell, she's probably more capable in melee fights than Oren.

>>139630
>>139635
This guy makes a good point. If you don't want to blindly trust this Orpheo guy, you could always go talk to him first and then have Nessie bring the thingy later if he seems reasonable.

Of course, he managed to figure out you had it in the first place. Did you tell anybody you had it? I'm thinking he might, y'know, know that you don't have the thing if you show up without it. And I'm still leaning towards thinking that pissing off this guy is not a great idea.

Hrm.

>>139645
There IS people who knows, the Authority's arcanists checked over the marble. It was deemed nonmagical.

Hey, you think this Orpheo guy will have a reward for the marble?

>>139613

Make him come to the office, at least, get yourselves all official-looking. If and when he does come by, try to imply (or outright say) that you've contacted someone else about this. Just so they don't think that you can be disposed of cleanly.

Oh, hey, ask for his name and address while you're at it. If he refuses, that's grounds enough for you to be suspicious and "consult with your superiors", which I'd bet he wants to avoid.

>>139677

Or you could arrange to meet somewhere more public. Not his place, but the nearest town to? Might be able to get info on him from his local lawmen.

Brom 2010/02/27(Sat)16:44 No. 139691 ID: f98e0b
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"Okay," says Oren. "I suppose there's no harm in meeting with you, professor. You'll excuse me if I want you to meet me here."

"Excellent," says Orpheo. "One moment."
"What?" says Oren.

There's a whumph of displaced air behind Oren. Squires looks over and her eyes widen.

"You're right behind me, aren't you?" asks Oren.
"I'm sorry, should I not be?" asks Orpheo.

Well, I hope there's enough batter in that bowl for three.

>>139691
Well.

We probably could've seen this coming, eh?

But at least he's being polite.

So, uh, I suppose it's probably time to reiterate your questions from earlier about just generally what the hell the deal with the multiple homicide was. 'cause that shit weren't cool, &c.

>>139696
Oh and sure offer him some pancakes, why not. He did agree to come on really short notice, after all. |3

Okaaaaay O.o

What was that?

>>139691
Get a little creeped out by teleportation, but notice that he is being rather pleasant.

Rather pleasant, compared to showing up and slitting throats and/or wrecking shit while trying to find the marble.

>>139691
Right then.

Mage who clearly could have murdered your face, actually trying to be cordial....

Yeah, let's not be an asshole to him.

Nonetheless, suggest telling him something like

"Just for future reference, non-magic types can get right freaked out by the sudden appearance. If I may suggest, in the future appear at the door and knock? It is the social standard when visiting, after all."

Not getting angry or anything, just giving him a friendly heads up. He seems a bit disconnected from the normal world, maybe this might make him more likely to be as level with you as possible.

Brom 2010/02/27(Sat)17:38 No. 139710 ID: f98e0b
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Nessie finishes the pancakes and rushes off to put something on. Orpheo accepts a few and says he'll eat them later.

They reconvene at the breakfast table. "Next time it's generally better to use the door," says Nessie.

"My apologies," says Orpheo. "The magi of the Arcanopolis can often lose touch with many local customs. That's the reason for the Alienation, actually. It helps us to see life on the outside, as it were."

"Alienation?" asks Oren.

"The mage you killed was out on his Alienation, a sort of magical thesis paper, if you will," says Orpheo. "His specifically had to do with the exploitation and amplication of the Soul. Hence the sacrifice. His death caused him to drop the marble I'm after. May I have it?"

>>139710
Better tell him about your dream. Then show him the marble, and ask for an explanation before you give it to him.

>>139710
Does Orpheo realize this guy was basically killing people? Do they condone this sort of act in the magical community?

He seems very one-minded. Why does he want the marble back so badly? What's the importance of it?

>>139710
Yeah... I mean, is it acceptable for students to just run around kidnapping and experimenting on the locals for this "thesis project' of theirs?

>>139710
"So you're tellin' me this mage guy went and horribly mutilated a couple of kids for a magical thesis paper?

That ain't cool."

Dunno if you wanna be quite so blunt but, uh, well. It just doesn't seem quite right for him to come in and say "oh I guess some guys died can I have the stone now" and that be that, y'know? Something about justice and that kind of thing.

I'm still amenable to giving him what he wants, because he does seem to mean well, but I'd think you'd really like an explanation as to why it's okay for some magic student to go about killing people.

>>139710
Undertaker, what can you glean about this visitor?

Oren, does anything feel off about undertaker now that this guy is proximal?

Brom 2010/02/27(Sat)18:10 No. 139720 ID: f98e0b
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>>139717
[Spirits, Mr. Loper.]

Brom 2010/02/27(Sat)18:11 No. 139722 ID: f98e0b
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[His mind is impenetrable. It's like a friggin' fortress. There's no way I'm getting in.]

>>139722
[Well, thanks for trying, anyway.]

Oh, ask him why the guy had no ears, and one eye.

Brom 2010/02/27(Sat)18:20 No. 139734 ID: f98e0b
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"So you're telling me this mage guy went and horribly mutilated a couple of kids for a magical thesis paper? There's this entire branch of your 'school' dedicated to going out and killing people? I got no idea how you're running this town of yours, Orpheo, but I wouldn't really find that acceptable."

"It's not. Not normally." says Orpheo. "You happened to throw down with the Ark Fraternity, Mr. Loper. They're fanatics. Cultists is a word, I suppose. Mage Supremacists who see vidders as playthings at best."
"Does that explain the whole no-ears, one-eye thing?" asks Nessie.

"The ears, yes. The eye, no. All Arcanopolis mages have but one eye, including myself. Hence the headgear. But I'm not associated with the Ark Fraternity and believe me when I say the oculus is better off with me than it is with them. I apologize for what they did to your townsfolk. I know I'm seeming shallow and hurried, but the fact is we need to get the oculus out. It wasn't hard for me to find you, Sheriff. It will be even easier for them."

>>139734
"Yeah... about that. I think they're already coming. You called it an oculus. Something to do with having one eye?"

>>139734
"Can you prove you're not with this Ark Fraternity?"

>>139734
Wonderful.

I'd say to get rid of the damn thing if it's pretty much a "COME KILL ME" sign, which I suspect it basically is at the moment. I mean, you have it on good authority from the Prophets that this oculus thingy is gonna have some fighting involved with it.

But since you've twice gotten unintentionally tangled up in this magery nonsense, and between the statements of this guy and the Prophets it doesn't take a lot of reading between the lines to think that this is a trend that will only continue, it might not hurt to get this guy on speed dial, so to speak, on the off chance that you could use his advice and/or help in the future depending on how things go.

Can't hurt to ask, can it?

Brom 2010/02/27(Sat)18:45 No. 139751 ID: f98e0b
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>>139736
"Oculus. Is that the marble thing?" asks Nessie.
"Yes."
"Prove it. That you're not with the Ark whatever they ares." says Oren.

"Very well," says Orpheo. "It's a little taboo, revealing one's face, but when I popped in neither of you appeared to be wearing underclothes. So." He removes his mask and his hood, then shakes his head a little. "Ears. See?"
"Um, hey. Nice eye." says Nessie.
"Thank you," says Orpheo. "May I take the oculus?"

Ask him if they'll know if he takes the thing. They might still come to you if they don't realize it.

>>139751

see:

>>139738 'cause I ain't typin' all that again when pretty much all of it still holds.

>>139751
...I guess he's trustworthy.
What's he going to do with it, anyway? And is there a reason why his oculus is blue, while the other guy's was red?

Is the red oculus thing a specific feature of these Ark Fraternity people?

>>139751
Yeah, I think it's about time to give it to him. You may want to ask about possible protection in case the Ark Fraternity come to interrogate you about it anyway.

>>139734
[Undertaker, if you don't want this said, intercede]
"Okay, well, that's great that you say you aren't with them, but... I don't really have much to go by with you other than your word, and I'll be honest, as of this moment, no matter how forthright you are, I'm not sure I could believe you without something to substantiate your claims.

On that note... I don't know if you noticed, but I have a friend from the dream realm here. If you would be willing to let Undertaker see your intentions, lower your mental defenses on that particular facet of your psyche so that he can check your truthfulness... well, it would go a long way towards this being resolved peaceably, and in a manner you find preferable.

And if you aren't willing to let him in, please, suggest an alternative way for you to prove your claims. I know this is coming off as a bit paranoid, but when lives are lost as a result, I would rather be sure before I take action."

True. Ears. If its not an illusion.

Hmn. If deep magic really disconnects people in the degree he says, it's ... really quite disturbing. We're practically dealing with an alien person here, I guess.

Kinda reminds em of the Quals.

The prophets said there would be a fight. And death. We can turn it over to him, and avoid all that -- it would become someone else's problem.

Unless the 'Arks' show up here, after something we won't have.

I'm not opposed to giving it.
But we should check with this guy how we could safeguard ourselves from these Ark guys. Maybe even ask that in exchange for the marble.

Imean, if an undergrad made a mess of THAT size...

Brom 2010/02/27(Sat)19:02 No. 139772 ID: f98e0b
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The undertaker doesn't want to be known about by a mage of the Dream Plane. Among its denizens, they are dreaded for their ability to bind and control. Oren understands, he supposes.

"Do they know you'll be taking it? Won't they come for me anyway?" asks Oren.
"No," says Orpheo. [Yes,] comes the echo into Oren's mind.
"Pardon?" asks Oren.
"Don't worry, I'll take steps to hide this meeting and the oculus from them," says Orpheo. [I have no doubt they're watching us right now. What I'm going to do is take an illusionary, fake oculus with me and leave you the real one. They'll search me for sure, and take the fake. I'm leaving you the actual marble with a modification that should keep it from being detected. Hopefully that will keep them off your back and away from the marble. Every oculus the Fraternity takes is a loss for its enemies. I'm sorry, Oren, I am. But it is your responsibility and fardel. I wish it wasn't. Guard it.]

Oren looks at Orpheo. The words of the Prophets echo in his mind.

"I see," says Oren. "Can I have any contact information from you? Keep in touch just in case?"
"I'm afraid not," says Orpheo. [My business card's on the table next to your hand, invisible. It will reappear in an hour, when I'm gone. If anything happens, call me or my apprentice Diometricus if I'm not available. He's on there too. Bright boy. Thank you for the pancakes. Are you ready for me to leave?]

>>139772
I guess we've about sorted this out.

Toldja Orpheo seemed like a decent enough fellow. If nobody else has any questions, then yeah, he's probably good to go.

...

Oren, my friend, you are gonna be in for some tough shit. These Ark guys don't sound like the type to give up on this sort of thing.

>>139772
>my apprentice, Dio
>Dio and Oren
>SHORTY AND GRUFF, ACE DETECTIVE/DEFENDERS OF JUSTICE

Sorry, that's all I heard.
ANYWAY... huh. Try and think back at him that you got a prophetic dream about this. As a mage dealing with similar fields, this may change things.

But if you can't think it at him, DO NOT SAY IT.

>>139772
"[I assume that since you're talking inside my head, you can hear my own thoughts. Who's to say that whoever is after this isn't listening in on this mental conversation?]"

"...Alright, that's good enough for me I guess."

Brom 2010/02/27(Sat)20:21 No. 139821 ID: f98e0b
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Oren does his best to broadcast something across to Orpheo, but it doesn't look like it works. "Okay then. See you, Orpheo."
"Fare well, Sheriff." [Good luck.]

Don't say anything to squires. Yet at least.

You ate your pancakes right?

Brom 2010/02/27(Sat)20:23 No. 139824 ID: f98e0b
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With another whoosh of air, Orpheo is gone, taking the fake marble with him.

>>139824
So now it's time to see how well you can communicate "I can't talk about this now" to Nessie without saying a word.

Unless your ol' pal Undertaker can help out with that.

[Can you help out with that? I can understand how you were afraid of making yourself known to the mage, but it seems helping Oren and Nessie talk about this without saying anything because they're afraid of their conversations being "tapped" by frightening fanatic mage types would be right up your alley. Your call?]

>>139824
"Well, that's that."

>>139824
Let's hope that misdirection works. But don't expect it to.

Besides, if that evil mage had any associates of equivalent power they may decide to whack you just out of principle. Not like they needed another excuse to kill you.

Brom 2010/02/27(Sat)21:34 No. 139887 ID: f98e0b
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>>139834
"Well, that's that." says Nessie as Oren clears the plates.
"Hmm," says Oren.
"I don't like that Hmm. What's that Hmm?"
"Just a hmm" says Oren.

"Oren Loper, I've known you for ten years. You don't do just hmms. That's not just a hmm. What's wrong?"
"I'll tell you in an hour," says Oren.
"Why an hour?" asks Nessie.
"I'll tell you in an hour."
"Fine," says Nessie. "Wanna keep your mind off whatever it is?"
"What did you have in mind?" asks Oren.
"Just poker," says Nessie.
"You know we're probably gonna start betting clothes or something and it'll end up with us porking on top of the table, right?"
"I'm counting on it, Sheriff."
He looks over at her and her sly grin.
Spirits, he doesn't want her to get hurt.

Which is why you need to play strip poker with her to divert suspicion. Usually people stop checking you for suspicious behavior if you're plowing your girlfriend. Incidentally, do you know sign language, morse code, or braille?

>>139887
I want to point out here that the Maiden said you would be hurt. She didn't say *how*. Squires dying *would* be painful for you, wouldn't it? I think that you will be hurt no matter what, so don't be afraid to put yourself in harm's way.

>>139905
However.. knowing these probably creepy mage students they are less likely to actually stop watching very soon you do so. Sure they won't be watch for details.. but they will be watching.

Avoiding the strip poker would be suspicious. Express your Love freely.

>Usually people stop checking you for suspicious behavior if you're plowing your girlfriend.
Unless they think it's hot. But apparently they think Vidders are some kind of lesser race, so who knows.

Could always do something else. He and she should develop a wide range of activities they enjoy doing together, if this is going to last. Video games, card games, tell stories, read books about how to fight wizards, draw her nekkid. Those sorts of things.

Brom 2010/02/27(Sat)23:25 No. 139961 ID: f98e0b
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Oren doesn't know much about drawing and he doesn't even want to think about fighting magi right now. But if he just needs to hang out with Nessie for a while to avoid scrutiny, that he can do. For the rest of the morning, they fight (Nessie calls it camping, Oren calls it winning), play racquetball (furlesian rules come into play again, resulting in several bruises on both sides), try their hands at Art (Oren gives portraiture his best shot), and go for a few rounds of poker (it ends predictably).

Excellent. Put a book down on where the business card is. Can't be too safe.

That should be good enough. Grab the marble and the business card and take a drive or walk around town with Nessie and explain everything you know.

>>139965
Make an excuse, you're taking her out to eat.

Brom 2010/02/28(Sun)09:52 No. 140132 ID: f98e0b
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Oren and Nessie gear up for a beat and hit the streets, heading to Marlowe's for lunch. It's good food and Authority eat free. They pass by the garage, say hi to Grease. He seems sort of agitated. Plans are made to go to First Reel and see Icon tomorrow at noon. Along the way, Oren tells her everything.


"Wait," says Nessie. "So they were watching us when we, um..."
"I hope not," says Oren.
"Eugh," says Nessie. "What are we going to do with the marble thing, anyway? Did he say why they want it so bad?"

Nothing specific, but it was mentioned that losing it makes their enemies stronger. You should probably wrap it up and agree not to talk about it often.

>>140132
Not... really.

He did definitely say that they wanted it though.

Brom 2010/02/28(Sun)11:34 No. 140154 ID: f98e0b
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"Nothing specific," says Oren. "They just really want it, he says. Could mean trouble with them down the road."

"So we're gonna have a round two with the spooks?" asks Nessie, as they head out to the porch to eat. "I've actually been thinking about how we can fight mages better, actually, ever since Red-eye McShieldface copped a feel."
"Like how?" asks Oren.
"Well we clearly know their weak spot," says Nessie. "The oculo or whatever. They probably can't fight close up for shit and they think we're inferior. They'll underestimate us. There's four types, apparently. Enchanters shouldn't be too hard. They throw their spells around, so if we can just block or dodge or take cover we can avoid them. Same with Evokers, just a little more difficult. We should probably avoid flammable clothes if we know they're coming. Illusionists would be a little harder, but we've got your friend with the hat to help out there. Thaumaturgists are just a bunch of goth pussies, but if we kill one it'd probably be back later. I've got some tactics we can use on all the different types, I'll show you the playbook when we get back."
"Sounds like you thought this through," says Oren.
"He had cold hands," says Nessie.

Brom 2010/02/28(Sun)11:37 No. 140155 ID: f98e0b
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They're talking about getting some enchanted gear when suddenly two people are standing over them.

"Oren Loper? Nessandra Squires? Holy shit! How are you?"

Oh, no. Joseph Bird and Sofiya Daniels are here.

>>140155
Is this a bad thing? You say that like it's a bad thing.

You know these guys?

Maybe you could head to your local library or book collector and find some more info. Specifically, ways to keep the marble hidden. I don't know what would stop someone from just teleporting in and grabbing it as soon as you change your pants.

Do you know what flashbangs or stun-guns are? You should invest in some.

Brom 2010/02/28(Sun)12:05 No. 140161 ID: f98e0b
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>>140157
They were classmates of his, back at the Authority Academy. Bird dropped out then a few years later resurfaced, as what he calls a "consultant". Wherever he goes, people usually end up dead. There's never any solid proof linking him to anything, so he ain't a wanted man. He's trouble.
Oh, and he and Nessie dated for a while.

Oren doesn't know how he got his hooks in Sofiya. She was the best damn shot in Oren's class. Doesn't really know her that well. She never talked much. Had a lisp she was self-conscious about.

"It's been, hell, almost two years. How have you been?" asks Joseph.
"What are you doing here, Bird?" asks Nessie.
"Nessandra. Is that any way of greeting me? We were thick as thieves in Academy."

"Sorry, it's just kind of random, is all."

>>140161
The fuck is up with her eyes. She get punched or some shit?

Brom 2010/02/28(Sun)12:34 No. 140168 ID: f98e0b
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>>140162
"Sorry," says Oren. "It's just kind of random, is all."
"Speak for yourself," mutters Nessie. "I, uh, need to use the bathroom or something, Oren."
She gets up and goes inside.
"Go ahead and walk away, babe." says Joseph. "'Cause watching you go is a treat." He laughs. "So. Sheriff. You and Nessie, huh?"
"Hmm."
"Soft smile and softer tits, huh? Hey, does she still do that thing with her hips?"

"Cut the bullshit, Joseph," says Oren, resisting the urge to rearrange his face. He's the thug, Oren. You're a cop. "What are you doing in my town? Last I heard of you you were up in the city doing what you do."

"The bodies were never found and there's no proof I was there," says Joseph. "Anyway. My lady friend (Sofia gives a slight nod) and I just wanted to escape the bustle, y'know? Take in the country air. No idea you were out here. It's a pleasant surprise, of course." He keeps smiling that shark smile of his.

"Just don't cause any trouble and we should be fine. Seriously, I have way too much work to do already."

>>140168
'So, you aren't here to kill anyone? Not even here for some sort of morally gray thing where someone the law couldn't touch gets their comeuppance, via [insert Vidder analogue for 'Columbian Neck Tie] quite possibly in a graveyard? And for some reason I am thinking of nakedness being involved, but that could just be because I was porking Nessie a bit ago.

SO, nothing like that, right?"

>>140177
Let's 'not' tell the obviously jealous bounty hunter that we know what he did last summer (erh.. night) ehh? We don't want to explain why we can subconsciously exploit the dream realm ehh?

>>140179
I was just thinking that with supernatural hitters potentially coming, Oren would feel at least somewhat stressed, coupled with seeing someone he does not like AT ALL, I see no reason he wouldn't be a jerk, even if it isn't tactically the best choice.

That, and I feel confident Oren would love to see the guy squirm, especially right now.

He came from the city. That crooked cop may have hired him.

If so, look forward to killing his ass.

Oren 2010/02/28(Sun)14:37 No. 140215 ID: f98e0b
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>>140194
The thought of Blejwas just makes Oren angrier. He's got a headache.

"Just don't cause any trouble," says Oren, his head throbbing with anger. "Spirits know we've got enough on our plate.
"Don't worry about it," says Joseph. "I'll make sure you never know we were here."
"Really." says Oren. "So no killings."
"Nope," says Joseph.
"Not even any morally grey revenge throat-slittings done at night?" asks Oren, the words spilling into his mouth from his burning subconscious for reasons he does not know. Why is he saying this? Sofiya turns white. Joseph is unmoved. "Nope."
"Really. And for some reason I'm thinking nudity. But maybe that's because I was making love with the deputy earlier. And it was good."
They just stare at each other, Joseph with a frozen grin on his face.

Oren's phone buzzes.

Dude. Chill. Answer your phone.

>>140215
Answer the phone, and act like what you said was pure happenstance.

But if a poignant pause comes up in the phone call, give him a smirking stare.

SHARK SMIRK RIGHT BACK AT THE FUCKER

That's what I'm talkin about.

When someone tries to fuck you, fuck back harder.

It's the best response in both war AND peace.

pacifism has its benefits. If this guy's really good at killing people and not leaving evidence, then perhaps you should make sure you have an edge over him before pissing him off too badly.

>>140228
Or he is so used to having covered his tracks, this line of questioning will freak him out (even if he doesn't show it) and make him sloppy, making arrest easier.

Granted, it COULD lead to him putting you on his shit list, but since the Ark Fraternity has already done that, his threats, while still valid, don't seem as great.

Also, building a rep for crazy know-how/intuition/whatev is a good thing.

Brom 2010/02/28(Sun)18:34 No. 140327 ID: f98e0b
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Oren takes out his phone. Sofiya and Joseph take the opportunity to leave hurriedly. "Sheriff Loper," says Oren, watching them leave with a feeling of satisfaction.

"Howdy, sheriff. It's, ah, Grease," says Theo "Grease" Galvin, official mechanic of the Authority by virtue of being the only one willing to do it free.

"Afternoon, Grease. What's up?" says Oren.
"Y'know how I always say you just owe me favors for all the times I've fixed yer rides and such?" says Grease. "Could I maybe call those in right now?"

>>140327
"Depends on the problem."

>>140327
what, all of them?

>>140334
I like this answer the best.

>>140327
"...did you find a dead body in the trunk of a car which was dropped off by two suspicious people not too long ago?"

"Gimme the lowdown"

Brom 2010/03/01(Mon)19:35 No. 140834 ID: f98e0b
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"I hate that fucker," says Nessie, coming back outside. "I didn't even have to drain it. Just had to get away. Did you have to tell him we're sleeping with each other?"
"Does that make you unhappy?"
"Eh," Nessie sighs. "It did for a second, but it's nice to rub it in his face." She shakes her can a little, and grins. "Besides, you're right. It was good. Better than with him, anyway. It always is, when you do it with friends. Who's calling?"
"Grease," says Oren. "Who apparently wants to trade in all his favors owed for one. Why is that, Grease?"

"'Cause I kind of want it to be clandestine, it's bordering the edges of legality, and I don't really want a whole lot of questions asked," says Grease.
"Hmm." says Oren.
"No one'll get hurt or anything, it's just a touchy matter. Need you to use yer Authority clout to get some very sensitive paperwork from an information broker. Kind of urgent. If Clara Avery gets her hands on it before me... I don't really wanna think about it."

"Why not do this yourself?" asks Oren.

"He's askin' fer 750 gilt for it," says Grease. "How can I pay that, workin' my fingers off to the bone an' not gettin' paid by the Authority. So I was thinking, I dunno, maybe you could claim it as evidence or something? Give it to me?"

>>140834
It sounds like someone's blackmailing him. Yes... let's help him out.

>>140834
Well, I mean, he's a bro, right?

Ask him what it is. We should help the fellow out, of course, but it's nice to know why.

"I'm gonna help you, but I need to know more about what's going on. Can we meet?"

Brom 2010/03/02(Tue)16:16 No. 141287 ID: f98e0b
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"What is it, exactly?" asks Oren. "Can we meet about this?"

"Look, this is all my favors," says Grease, urgently. "So please just do this for me, then I can answer questions afterward, maybe. We ain't got a lot of time before Clara gets her damn mitts on it. It's very sensetive information pertainin' to both of our businesses, and I really don't even wanna think about what she'd do if she got it."

Clara Avery is another mechanic in town, but whereas Grease works on everyday vehicles and maintaining the windmills, Clara soups up hotrod carts and landskiffs for the rich. She's never been much afraid to rub it in Grease's face, either.

"So mebbe if you could just get all official-looking and head down there and just grab it real quick, no fuss, we could sort this out later?" asks Grease. "The dealer's name is Clive Verata. He's on, ah, Element Avenue."

Better get it for him... you do owe him after all.

Precisely how illegal is this?

>>141287
Doooo iiiit

>>141287

Do it. But tell him, that if this paper contains information that points towards lawbreaking, it is your duty as a cop to do what is right.

Brom 2010/03/02(Tue)20:17 No. 141361 ID: f98e0b
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"Ah, look, Mr. Sheriff. I'm going to have to tell you the same thing I told Mr. Galvin. I'm an information dealer, n'est-ce pas?" says Clive, turning from his game of darts. "So I'm sorry, but either he or you are gonna have to pay over the 750 gilt regardless."

"That's a lot of money for a piece of paper," says Oren. It's true. Paying that much would set him back half a year's salary.

"Well hey look, it's a hotly contested piece of paper," says Clive. "There were folks in just before you asking after it, too. Willing to actually pay for it, to boot. They aren't prepared to buy yet, but I'd be sweating if I were you. 750 gilt or nada."

>>141361
What kind of folks?

No legal mumbo jumbo to help you out this time?

Brom 2010/03/02(Tue)20:29 No. 141368 ID: f98e0b
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>>141366
Certainly there is. Oren could easily cite the note as evidence and just take it from the guy by force, if he wants. Seems like kind of a dick move to pull on a guy who's just doing his job, but hey. He knows Grease more than he knows Clive.

"What kind of folks?" asks Nessie.

"Now see that info isn't valuable enough for me to sell, see," says Clive. "It was just some spooky guy and his spooky wife or whatever. Said they represented miss Clara Avery. You know, Avery's Autos. Have you seen the work she did on the mayor's skiff? Nice. Lots of chrome."

...Were they wearing black, and did the girl's ears rise above her head?

>>141369
genre sense tingling!

>>141368
Girl had a lisp?

>>141369
>>141409
Say these things. Upon receiving confirmation, say something along the lines of "reckon they're the perps", then inform this fine fellow that his life may well be in danger. The people in question are quite willing to seize by force if necessary, and not particularly willing to part with significant amounts of money.

We'll go from there.

Go make up a warrant authorizing you to get that info for your an investigation, and if he resists slam him with obstruction of justice and throw him in a cell until he complies. That way he'll be in your care and theoretically won't be able to give out his info.

Be careful though; this whole deal reeks of a trap. Your local gearhead is calling in all his favors for you to more or less break the law to help him out with a problem he won't tell you about. When you think about it logically, Clara Avery should have no reason to go after Grease, unless she's really that greedy of a bitch.

The situation doesn't feel any better now knowing your two favorite people are also possibly involved in the whole deal. The whole thing sounds like a scheme to strip you of your legal status and take away your precinct, which obviously would make you a very easy target for whoever wants that marble/Blejwas to fuck you over/whatever's going on.

My advice would be to take this prick into custody pending a criminal investigation, then reel Grease in and GRILL him for what this is all about. Sadly it's the only way you're gonna be able to cover your tracks on this one.

Half a year's pay? That sure is a big Sacrifice now isn't it. I think we need to pay him, guys. If it's possible.

>They aren't prepared to buy yet

Oh

FUCK

They're going to just take it from him. How does protective custody work?

>>141496
Maybe there's something he needs done that could cut it down though?

Well, if IS the couple we just met...

"Thank you sir, I'll take the info as an evidence. Its for your own protection too; those guys are hitmen. Basically, Claire found out its cheaper to get you killed and robbed than to pay you 750 gil."

Brom 2010/03/03(Wed)14:38 No. 141532 ID: f98e0b
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"Girl had a lisp and high ears?"
"Dunno," says Clive. "She didn't talk that much. Wore lots of makeup or something."

"Mr. Verata, we're going to have to take the info as evidence for your own protection." says Oren. "Those fellas in here before were hitmen. Seems Clara found out it's cheaper to kill you than pay you."

"Oh," says Clive, lowering his drink. "Really?"
"Yep," says Nessie.
"Will you stop them?"
"What we're here for," says Oren.

"Okay," says Clive, slowly. "If you get interviewed about this, could you mention that I helped the Authority out?"
"Reckon that's doable," says Oren.

"Hearthback-Elde National Bank, box 203," says Clive, holding up a lockbox key. "Gratis. Let's do business again."

Tell him he should... lay low for a while. These guys seem the spiteful type.

>>141532
Hmm.

Hmmmmmmm.

Dammit something feels off here. Like, way off. This guy insists that just because you're a cop, it doesn't mean you can have his info for free, then gives it up immediately after you mention there might be hitmen involved but remains totally nonchalant? Survival instinct, maybe, but... grr, something is really wrong with this whole deal. I don't like any of it and red flags are going up everywhere. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but...

Moving forward I would say you should definitely ask Grease what the hell this is all about. You got the thing for him, least he can do is give you some freaking answers already.

Don't like this at all.

>>141568
Well when we get the papers, first thing we do is gonna be reading them.

Brom 2010/03/03(Wed)18:07 No. 141607 ID: f98e0b
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>>141571
Oren agrees. It'll be best to grab the papers quickly, then question Grease afterward as to just what the hell they contain. Or just read them. If there are two thugs after it, it has to be important.

But when they arrive at the bank, they find a sign denying entry on the handle of the door to the deposit boxes. "Can't go in there right now," says a passing clerk. "Maintenance."
"Well then how can we get what's in our boxes?" asks Oren.

"Come back in an hour," says the clerk, breezily. "Sorry."

>>141607
No. Go in now.

This is clearly a ploy for them to get paper first.

Use LAW powers to bluff way past, get in now, your gut is screaming this 'maintenance' is not coincidental.

>>141607
"Should 'maintenance' really stop the Authority?"

>>141607
Time for some good old-fashioned legal mumbo-jumbo. Mentioning that you suspect an attempt on someone's life could be connected couldn't hurt, if you word it right.

>>141607
You are the LAW. GET THE FUCK IN THERE

Brom 2010/03/03(Wed)19:57 No. 141682 ID: f98e0b
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"Yeah okay sorry miss," says Oren, completely ignoring her. "We don't answer to any authority. We are the Authority."
"But the sign says-" says the clerk.
Oren opens the door.

"Found it," announces Joseph.
"Took you long enough," says a vidder at the door. "Now let's get out of here before-
Oh, shit."

>>141682
>>141682
DIVE BEHIND HIM SO SHE CAN'T SHOOT YOU, DEMAND EXPLANATION

Epsilon 2010/03/03(Wed)20:01 No. 141685 ID: f21281
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>>141682
DROP YOUR WEAPON YOU HAVE FIFTEEN SECONDS TO COMPLY.

>>141682
Gee, what a surprise!

...Oren, where are your weapons?

Fuck it, use the door to block that crossbow if she looks like she's about to shoot. Then you and Nessie can rush in while she's reloading, and handle things.

Follow proper police procedure such as "Authority! Drop your weapon!"

>>141682
Well I guess a confrontation with these guys was inevitably gonna happen at some point. Better now than later, I guess.

So, uh, step one, get in a position where what's-her-name is going to have trouble sticking you with the bow right off the bat. Step two, curse at Joseph a lot, preferably with something about "I thought you said you weren't going to cause any fucking trouble," or something like that.

Also be prepared for them to try to make a break for it. This could turn out to be a mess.

>>141689
(thank you, paranoia!)

Brom 2010/03/13(Sat)15:17 No. 146787 ID: f98e0b
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>>141688
"Authority!" shouts Oren, then pulls the door closed just as a bolt slams through it and sinks itself in the wood. "Drop your fuckin' weapons!"

He hears the sound of the exit door slamming open in reply.

now rush them, they need to reload.

Oh look, they tried to kill you. That means no holding back. After them!

And don't be afraid to shoot, dammit. Hesitation will get you killed.

Send Squires around the back and you charge straight in. You gots to pincer them.

Brom 2010/03/13(Sat)16:15 No. 146801 ID: f98e0b
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>>146796
Squires runs around to the side of the building as
>>146788
Oren slams the door open, but the crooks are already booking it down the alley behind the exit door. Who the hell puts a back exit into an alley in a bank?

He pulls out his bow and notches a bodkin arrow. It can easily dislocate a limb or knock someone out if he scores a good shot. He looks to his significantly more damaging broadheads and considers them. Should he use lethal force? It would be justifiable.

Sofia is cranking another bolt into her crossbow as Joseph dashes past her with the letter. The vidder Oren doesn't know is turning around and pulling out a compact hand crossbow.

Looks like they're headed for an old building at the end of the alley. Oren can get off one, maybe two shots before they find cover.

Hit the guy you don't know first.

Hit Sofia, hard.

You know how good of a shot she is, and it might give Joseph enough pause to give Squires enough time to catch up.

"Are you really gonna try and fucking kill a guy from your old school? Goddamn son, the high school reunion is gonna be awkward as hell."

>>146801
Use the arrow you have notched already. Switching to a different one will cost valuable time.

Fire it at the vidder you don't know. I don't think he's aiming at YOU. We've gotta worry about Squires too.

Next shot should be broadhead though. Fire it at Sophia.

kill the fucker

Nooo goddamit we're the police! We're not supposed to kill them no matter ho much a bunch of big bastitches they are! Think of the forms we'll have to fill!

>>146841
Oh wait, I'd like to add a condition here; only switch to broadhead if Sophia points that crossbow at you again. If she just keeps running, take her down with a bodkin.

Brom 2010/03/13(Sat)19:22 No. 146886 ID: f98e0b
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>>146803
>>146862
Oren starts to reach for a broadhead, but halfway there he realizes he can't do it. He knows Sofia, sort of. From Academy. She seemed like an okay person. He's got no idea why she's mixing up with Joseph, but no matter how well he could justify killing her to a tribunal, he couldn't justify it to himself.

He lets fly with a bodkin instead. It catches her between the shoulderblades with a heavy thwack and flips off. She goes down hard.

"Sofia!" shouts the third vidder, doubling back. "Fuck!"
"She's okay! Run!" Joseph yells over his shoulder. The third guy appears torn for a moment, but Oren lets fly another bodkin that narrowly misses his chest, and he breaks off into a run as well.

Can you hit Joseph again? If not, the other one? If not, just make sure Sophia stays down.

If squires is near, let her deal with Sofia; you have more bitches to hunt.

Brom 2010/03/13(Sat)20:02 No. 146922 ID: f98e0b
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"Squires," calls Oren over his shoulder as Sofia collapses.
"On it," says Squires, pulling out handcuffs as she rounds the corner of the building and dashes toward the stunned shooter. "Go."

Oren breaks out into a sprint chasing down the two remaining crooks, but they have too much of a lead. They run into an abandoned factory floor and seconds later a crossbow bolt whizzes out of a second-story window. Oren leaps behind the wall of a nearby apartment building.

He could run inside. The door's not locked. But he isn't sure if he can make it to the door before they reload, or whether Joseph has a ranged weapon of some kind as well.

The window has a thick iron shutter over it so if he tries to get into a ranged duel he's unlikely to succeed.

He could wait for Squires and her heavy shield to get here but by then they may have found an exit out the back, and he'd never know.

The only way to go around the building is directly through their firezone, but if he ducks from cover to cover he may be able to flank them.

Try to flank them.

Is that a box to your left? Pick it up and run towards the door. Use the box as mobile cover.

Brom 2010/03/14(Sun)09:23 No. 147453 ID: f98e0b
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>>146923
Oren moves around to flank them, and is forced back into cover by another bolt.

>>146927
Oren couldn't lift this thing. Besides, it's not a box. It's got wheels, it's a cart.

>>147453
Is that cart pointed anywhere near the door? Can you push it while staying behind cover, so you'll have a better shot at getting to the building?

If so... PUSH LEETLE KART!

If not, try getting to the door now that you're closer to it and the shooter is reloading.

Brom 2010/03/14(Sun)11:16 No. 147466 ID: f98e0b
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>>147455
The cart isn't facing the door straight off, but Oren can push it in a circle toward it, getting so close that they couldn't fire out a window to hit him, or down to the side alley so he can flank. The problem is that would be slow, and he doesn't know how long they'll take to escape and keep running out the front door.

Judging by how quickly the second shot came, he's got about a one-in-two chance of making it to the door just running before they fire off another bolt. Should he risk pushing the cart for extra protection?

Yes. Push the cart, head in the front door.

>>147466
Push the cart halfway, and dash to the side door.

let's get Squires to cover the side while we run around front. We need some way to make them take cover, see if you can fire off a bolt into the window to make 'em at least duck for a second.

Brom 2010/03/16(Tue)16:35 No. 148464 ID: f98e0b
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Oren moves the cart up halfway as Squires comes sprinting up the road, skidding into cover next to him.

"Hi, Sheriff," she says.
"Hi, Deputy," says Oren, scanning the crack in the window. He ducks back behind cover as another bolt buries itself in the side. "Sofia?"
"Out cold and cuffed," says Nessie. "Woke up again. Clocked her with my shield."
"Good," says Oren. He does a few quick calculations in his mind, strings two broadhead arrows, and starts firing to suppress. He's got a good angle. He can pepper them. "They're in there. I'll cover, you take side door left, me main entrance. Okay?"
"Okay," says Nessie. Her large ears quiver. "He's reloaded, honey. Say when."

It's only gonna get harder if you wait. Better to go now.

Brom 2010/03/16(Tue)18:08 No. 148494 ID: f98e0b
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"Watch for the bolt," says Oren. "Go." And with a clanking leap, Squires throws herself out of cover and toward the alley. She throws her shield up and the vidder's surprised bolt cracks off it.

Oren takes a breath and vaults the cart.

Brom 2010/03/16(Tue)18:11 No. 148497 ID: f98e0b
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He sprints to the wall of the warehouse and flattens himself against it. The door opens out. Mace. Where is- here we are. Should he use it or the bow, going in?

"Opening on you," calls Squires from the other side of the building.

mace 'em

Use the bow, they'll expect you to use the mace.

>>148497
We don't know what's on the other side. One of them is on the second floor, but the other might be hiding behind a door waiting to ambush you. Use the mace.

mace

Brom 2010/03/17(Wed)12:51 No. 148830 ID: f98e0b
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>>148500
>>148784
>>148827
Oren tosses the mace up and down in his hand for a moment, feeling its familiar heft, the grooves his fingers have made in the rubber of the handle. Ignoring the pressure and the anxiety.

He sharply pulls on the door, opening it just enough for him to slam into it, shoulder-first, exhaling, a clean breach. He hears splintering as Squires kicks hers in on the other side of the building. That's Nessie for you.

Oren checks his corners. The room's clear. There's some stairs up to the second floor and what looks like the door to the main factory floor down a hallway.

>>148830
Bit of deja vu here.

We know one target is on the second floor. Check through the door to the factory quickly before heading up the stairs. We don't want to get caught in a pincer, or let the second target loop around behind us to escape.

Brom 2010/03/17(Wed)13:55 No. 148845 ID: f98e0b
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>>148831
The more things change, the more creepy old buildings full of killers stay the same.

Oren opens the door to the factory floor.
Joseph's on the other side, fiddling with the door and cursing under his breath.

>>148845
Knock him out with one of those blunt arrows.

Right, so those papers on the ground might be what we're after, but they could be something else entirely. I think the best plan is to KO him (the mace might be faster than the bow), gather them up, and go after the last guy. We can get our explanations after we've dealt with him.

Brom 2010/03/17(Wed)14:46 No. 148858 ID: f98e0b
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>>148848
>>148857
Right. Oren goes for a quick KO with the bow, trying to avoid any close combat with Joseph.

But as soon as the string twangs and the arrow lets fly, Joseph's entire coiled body springs into motion, dodging the arrow completely and he spins around. Suddenly Oren sees the daggers in his hands and as he instinctively reaches for another arrow and hears the air coming out of Joseph's lungs in a maintained hiss as he charges and feels the beginnings of panic welling up inside him he realizes Joseph was waiting for him to do this.

Stab him with an arrow. The lethal kind.

>>148858
Well, he's not trying to escape anymore at least!

Fire another arrow, of whatever kind you reach for first. Then grab your mace. Get ready for him, and try using the door as cover or something. Slam it in his face, ambush him when he opens it, something.

Well the last time I suggested this it wasn't really appropriate seeing as how they were running away without much intent. Now we can dodge and get smarmy so...

Dodge and taunt "Are you really gonna try and fucking kill a guy from your old school? Goddamn son, the high school reunion is gonna be awkward as hell."

Brom 2010/03/17(Wed)16:03 No. 148871 ID: f98e0b
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>>148859
>>148862
Oren fires off a broadhead, directly at Joseph's chest. Joseph leaps out of the way, but he's slowed enough for Oren to slam the door right in his face.

Brom 2010/03/17(Wed)16:06 No. 148872 ID: f98e0b
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Oren waits for a response, but there's nothing from the other side.

"Are you really gonna try and fucking kill a guy from your old school? Goddamn son, the high school reunion is gonna be awkward as hell." he calls out.

"I hear that," says Joseph from the other side of the door. "We could avoid that by letting me just go away and pretending none of this happened. You could have Sofia gratis, even."

>>148872
"That really depends on what's on those papers, doesn't it?"

capture if you can, kill if you have to.

Brom 2010/03/17(Wed)16:37 No. 148875 ID: f98e0b
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>>148873
"That all depends on what's on those papers, Joe," says Oren.

"The job says no peeking," says Joseph. "And you know me, Sheriff. I follow the rules."
There's a pause. Then he chuckles. "So are we doing this? You opening that door? 'Cause I'll just go ahead and leave if you don't want this here letter."

Keep him talking, Squires might be coming up behind him.

Ask him how much he's getting paid for this, and if he'll get more if Sophia isn't there.

"The job says saving the day and getting the girl. And you know me, criminal scum. I follow the rules."

Brom 2010/03/17(Wed)16:52 No. 148879 ID: f98e0b
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"The job says saving the day and getting the girl. And you know me, Joe, you fuckin' scum. I follow the rules. So Clara's paying you, yeah? You get more if Sofia's not in?"

"Smarter than you look, Sheriff," says Joseph. "But you're still way too obvious trying to stall me. Trying to hold me here so your cunt-in-residence can finish me off. If you'll excuse me I have a door to open."

Oren hears footsteps. "How do you know your hooker ain't already dead, Oren?" Joseph calls out, conversationally. "Awful quiet up there. Oh, fuck this door."

AWW FUCK NAW HE DID NOT JUST INSULT YOUR WOMAN! YOUR DAMN RIGHT YOUR GONNA FUCK UP THIS DOOR! KICK IT OFF ITS HINGES! IT'S KLOBBERING TIME!

"Aww hell naw, you did not just fuck with the law."

>>148875
Keep him blabbing, this way you know he's here. Is Nessie with her cellphone? Ya could call her and give your pos, so you two can flank him.

Better yet. She takes care of third guy, THEN comes to your rescue. A much better plan, aye?

Hmmn, keep him talking... "This brings us to an interesting situation. You walk out from the door, I 'nock you on the head from behind. I open the door, you stab me gut first thing. I think we'll stay in this standoff for a looong time...."

It's a trick, he wouldn't have said it if he wasn't prepared to dodge more arrows. Don't say anything, just keep listening. If you can, glance up through the shutters, see if you can see anything.

>>148879
I really doubt that he went back to the door already.

"Yeah, not falling for that."

Brom 2010/03/17(Wed)17:18 No. 148890 ID: f98e0b
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Right. Stall him. Got it. Keep him talking. Resist the little voice in your head roaring in defense of Nessie, trying to knock the door down and bury the mace in his face.
"Not falling for that, Joe," Oren says, fretfully looking through the shutters. No sign of the deputy. No sign of anything.
"Don't matter to me. You just stay out there till I get this open and then I'll be on my way."
Oren's grip tightens on his mace.
"Uh oh, Oren," says Joseph. "I hope nothing bad's happened to Nessandra."
"Shut up," says Oren.
"Shame if she ended up squealin' like a stuck pig, hole right in that taut tummy, blood all over," says Joseph.
"Shut the fuck up," says Oren.
"Good lay, that one. I remember poppin' that cherry. Made her scream. Head down, ass up. That's the way we dah dee dah. I've nailed her, you've nailed her.It's like we're brothers in arms or something, right?"
Focus Oren focus

"What did Don do to that little girl?"

and now that voice of rage asks for a calm before the storm. We can get him back later Oren, worse that a door and mace to the face. Save it for just the right moment.

Now, maybe we should start psyching him out. Do remember any weak spots of his, Oren? Was his mother a whore? The father a stereotypical drunk? He's a horrible gamer that can't win a single round of deathmatch? Maybe the Undertaker can help with getting under this man's skin.

Brom 2010/03/17(Wed)17:40 No. 148900 ID: f98e0b
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[Undertaker. Help. he's playing mind games.]
[I can tell. Spirits, Oren. Your mind's on fire. I'm sure what he's saying isn't true. Nessie-]
[Not the time, Undertaker. I'm sorry. Can you get to him somehow?]
[Not so easily. I need a way in. Some sort of shock or surprise or emotional spike, or head trauma, in a pinch.]
[I've got it.]
"What did Don do to that little girl?" asks Oren.
"What?" says Joseph.
"You heard me," says John. "Why'd you kill him?"
"You're a freak," says Joseph, as Oren feels the Undertaker flitting out of his mind. "You're a fucking freak."

Undertaker 2010/03/17(Wed)17:41 No. 148901 ID: f98e0b
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I'm in.

Now let's see. Mess with him, said Oren. Well, huh. I can't take any sort of direct control or action without him figuring it out.

>>148901
The guy seems to have no kind of guilt about the people he's murdered. See if you can't 'activate' that part of his psyche.

Can you make him more... introspective? Pay less attention to noises and stuff, lost in his own thoughts?

>>148901
How about you make him hear things? Make him think Nessie is sneaking up behind him (which would be good, if she isn't) Make him see things. Have an illusory Nessie there for him to attack, so Oren can give him a good thumping while he's distracted.

Can you see through his eyes? Hear through his ears? We can get a better idea of what's going on, at least.

>>148901
Can you only move his psyche/soul...
Or can you mess with the way his brain fires...

Cause if you can do the second, I got some very nice ideas...

Assuming the first, we know he has no defense mechanisms going. He is used to death... If you can get him to believe a bluff from Oren... Somebody close to him that Oren can say he has under his axe...
Dig that up

Undertaker 2010/03/17(Wed)17:56 No. 148907 ID: f98e0b
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Sight, hearing, that sort of thing, I can't influence without Joseph realizing something's up. Not at my ability level. I'm no illusionist.

I'll try for another tack. Maybe I can stir up some sort of emotional response.
Hell. Looks like he's got a fairly thick mental wall up keeping him from feeling guilt about those he killed. At least, keeping me from doing anything. Looks like direct mental manipulation won't work. What I need is a way to help Oren out a little. Even the playing field. Joseph's got Oren's love of Squires to exploit.

>>148907
What about Sophia? Or that third guy?

Search for a grave with the last name of Bird or Daniels in it, hell anything juicy to relay the information to Oren. See if we can stir up some bad memories with him killing family or hurting Sofia in anyway.

Undertaker 2010/03/17(Wed)18:08 No. 148913 ID: f98e0b
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Now that I can do. I'm an undertaker, after all.
I find "Bird". A small block with some fresh earth on top. A little digging and- aha.

Undertaker 2010/03/17(Wed)18:09 No. 148914 ID: f98e0b
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It's a filing cabinet, buried in the ground. I pull it out. And another. And another. And another.

I think we've found something.

Regrets. Open that one up.

>>148914
What's in FEARS?

>>148916
Ohh yeassssss

Dear lawman, we regret being criminal bastards, we regret coming to town, and we regret messing with the law. HORAH

Hmm. I don't suppose you've got paper and a pen on you, or think you could find them?

Just a thought. Alternatively, it would be interesting to do some reorganizing.

>>148914
this is worth more than gold...
Time to do some note takin'
Would be kinda nice if we did the searching... As there are many of us... But this'll do

fears, definitely. People fuck things up when they're scared.

Brom 2010/03/18(Thu)13:28 No. 149245 ID: f98e0b
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[Mr. Loper. We got him.]
[Hm? What did you do, Undertaker?]
[Some digging. Repeat after me, Oren.]

"Did you just kill him for the money, Joe?" asks Oren. "Is that all it was?"
"Pretty much," says Joseph. "It's kind of my fucking job description."
"No it's not," says Oren. "Your job description is 'Consultant', right? You're too much of a pussy to admit what you really are."
"And what's that?" says Joseph.
"You're a failure, Joseph," says Oren. "You wanted to be a cop. You fucked it up."
"What, and follow the stupid Authority charter? You're not better than me, Loper. You-"

Brom 2010/03/18(Thu)13:30 No. 149246 ID: f98e0b
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But Oren ignores him.
"You wanted Nessie. You fucked it up. You've been wanting to turn your life around for years, take that money you earn from doing these jobs, and start new but you realize that killing is an addiction and you like being worse than what you are and you're caught in it so you fucked that up too, Joseph. And now you know you've fucked up irredeemably and there's a man with a hand full of mace and a head full of rage knocking at your door. And you can flash your pretty knives and play your pretty head games but you know that though you were better than me in CQC training at Academy, I have dedicated ten years of my life to putting down nothings like you, and all you've done is hidden in the shadows and killed like a coward, for no cause. You're afraid, aren't you, Joseph?"
There's no reply from the other side of the door. Oren doesn't hear any more footsteps. No more fiddling at a lock.

Step to the side. There's probably going to be an angry man with knives bursting through the door in a few seconds.

Silence. I don't like the silence. Idunno, get your ears to the floor or something you gotta be able to hear him move.

Heh. Fears AND regrets. Who'd know?

>>149246
More likely you provoked him than shocked him...
Get ready for an enraged attack... which means more force, less finesse...

Which means that you'll strike a good blow with good timing...

>>149246
If he's not about to barge through the door, open it and see if you can take him on in his mentally unstable state.

Also another fear oh his is your manly chin, Oren. It's so intimidating, it makes him shiver at night. It makes all the girls quake as you pass. Goddamn DAT CHIN.

Insult his puny chin. So tiny.

Brom 2010/03/18(Thu)19:54 No. 149425 ID: f98e0b
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Oren moves to the side and puts his back to the wall.
"Don't fucking push me, Loper." says Joseph.
[Looks like he's ready to burst, Sheriff. Okay. Now say, 'What would...]
"What do you think Darla would say about you now, Joseph?" asks Oren. "You think she'd still love you? I guess you took care of that problem a long time ago."

"I'm going to kill you, Oren," says Joseph.

Brom 2010/03/18(Thu)19:56 No. 149426 ID: f98e0b
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He doesn't slam the door down or anything so dramatic. It opens slowly, and he stalks out, grip tight on his daggers.

"Okay, Loper." he mutters. "You want me, you've got me. Wonder if you know what you've done."