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11 PM, backdated to Wednesday night. Action 1, locked to 2237 Stevens Residents: [ Garviel awakens after a day of droning, and the awakening is not a gentle one. A yell of pain can be heard, and then silence, aside from his heavy steps as he descends the stairs of the home and swiftly armors himself in his Astartes plate without a word to anyone. ]

Midnight Action 2, Makeout point: [ A ghost-like figure in defaced white armor, all external signs of allegiance carved roughly off stares down over Mayfield, the summer breeze occasionally stirring the horse-hair brush that is the single adornment on the helm. For the moment his back is to the approaching path from below, as he stares down at the town. ]

3:00 AM Action 3, The Streets of mayfield [ A hulking form stalks ferally through Mayfield, looking over the place as though re-familiarizing itself with it, the sound of whirring coming from it, though no words are spoken. The eyes burn red in the darkness. Do you approach? ]

Noon the next day Action 4, L'D├ęplaisant: [ A rather sullen-looking figure is serving lunch in L'D├ęplaisant. He's coming over to take your order. What do, mayfielders? ]

Thursday afternoon: Acceptance Phone 5, : [ A deep voice, somehow roughened, almost a snarl, can be heard in an open, though drone-filtered cast on the phone ] So that's it then. Once again imprisoned in this town. I wonder if this is not some trick of the Ruinous Powers... of the warp. At least I have gained some knowledge of my fate. So I will ask you this: How long was I gone?
captainofthe10th: (Bluhuhu)
[Around Mayfield, morning Garviel is visiting friends. He stops by Abel's house, just to check and make sure his friend is in fact droned for good. When he finds Abel's things nowhere around, and the typically polite but distant Frenchman almost too chummy, he stops, walking away swiftly. The confirmation is a far more bitter thing than he had realized.]

[After a moment, in the street, he will turn, looking at the half-made pool in the backyard, his craggy face unreadable. He slips his helm on after this, and will wander the streets, a ghostly figure in white battle plate. He heads over to 1127 Taylor]


[ Afternoon. At 1127 Taylor, Garviel finds something else horrifying. Ciel, her normal kind, polite self. But something is wrong. He can be heard speaking about Arcueid to her, and she seems... utterly ignorant. Garviel stares at her, as if in shock, for a moment, then turns on his heel and walks away.]


[At the park. Garviel is sitting, quietly, not on a bench, but just on his armored rear end, looking up at moon. Remembering, clearly possessed of a melancholic humor. Or maybe it's just the look of things, as his white armor is given silver highlights by the moon. He still wears his helm, unwilling to show his face to the world.]

4. [Phones, filtered from drones.]

[Garviel is quiet for a little while, his voice rougher than usual when he does speak]

I have been asked to collect accounts of the recent incident in this town, where we were asked to slay one another. If you would like to explain what happened from your perspective, please contact me, I am trying to gather as many people's thoughts as possible. There will be no repercussions from me for whatever you tell me. I am not here to judge, just take the accounts, so we can understand more about what happened, and why people chose to obey the masters of this town, or in some cases, chose not to.
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[It began, as many things do with Garviel, with an Oath. In this case an oath to keep Merem from feeding on the blood of drones for 3 days. Unlike every other oath he has made since he came to mayfield, Garviel is having a truly difficult time keeping it. Because the monster is -fast- Fast enough to outrun bullets. Even a transhuman in speed-enhancing armor cannot keep up. So the first day is spent chasing Merem fruitlessly.]
[Action prompts after the cut.]

Read more... )
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[Phone, screened from drones]

I have purchased a phonograph player. However, I know nothing of music, beyond the battle-hymns of the Astartes. Can anyone suggest or lend me some records that are properly enjoyable? I can provide tea if you like. And company, of course.

(Action Garage in front of 2237 Stevens)

[Garviel is sitting on his workbench, garage door of his house open, working a wire brush over his power armor as he systematically removes every insignia of his old Legion, his old allegiance to Horus Lupercal. If you approach, he will give you a stoic nod.]

(Action: Park)

[Garviel is waiting for someone in the park, wearing his white bodyglove with a wolf's head emblem on the chest, above his heart. He has two boxes with him, one of them smells like a freshly baked cake, the other smells like steak. He is clearly waiting for someone. Is it you? Will you dare try to nab the cake and steak from the Astartes? What do, Mayfield.]

(Action: Rec Center)

[Garviel is doing maintenance on the shooting range, fixing target dummies and cleaning up spent brass that people have left around. He looks up and smiles briefly as you approach, and waves a meaty hand at you.]

(Action: Makeout point)

[Congratulations, you've caught Garviel practicing in his power armor with his sword during the evening. Do you approach? Run away in terror from the 8 1/2 foot tall giant of technology and flesh?]
captainofthe10th: (helmet)
Action 1, locked to the road-trip group

[Garviel drives the car back into town with whatever survivors of the EPIC BEAR ADVENTURE still remain. (Post once we get that resolved) The car gives up the ghost about right after the highway sign and he says.]

"I am sorry for endangering you all in such a way, but I felt confident with such a doughty and skilled group we should push the boundaries."

Action 2,

[A huge warrior in blood-soaked clothes with a claw wound is approaching the church of salvation's doorstep, and knocking. He looks exhausted as he knocks, or maybe just burdened by concern. There is a huge scabbed gash on his forehead and face, like something immense clawed flesh and bone back, tearing deep into him.]

Phone 3 (Standard Filters)

"My friends, be aware there is a great danger in going off-road. Ursine beasts that are resistant to psychic attack, and very doughty in combat are the wardens of the roads. Consider yourself warned. They are worthy foes."
captainofthe10th: (Derp)
[This has not been Garviel's day.  Really it just hasn't.  He's been stabbed through his primary heart, had some jerkass steal his identity, and then left with the check of an eat and run.  He stands up, settles his bill, and stumbles out of the diner, still bleeding from a jagged hole in his back, which is quickly scabbing over into a blood-seal.]

Action A:

[Garviel is stumbling back home to 2237 Stevens street, blood soaking through his coat and his already pale face deathly.  His expression is grim, and varies between anger and frustration, as he clutches at the side of his coat, pulling it against the wound as a makeshift bandage.  He is tracking blood behind him in the snow.]

Action B Locked to the Loken residence:

[Garviel manages to get home, and opens the door, stumbling in]

"Arizona!  I need a medicae.  Quickly!"  

[he sits down on the couch and will almost collapse it.]

Phone C:

Be aware, there's some nasty sneak out there who smells of lho-sticks and fear, and enjoys stabbing people in the back after being bought a good meal by a friend.  Apparently he can disguise himself as Red.
captainofthe10th: (Derp)
Action: Open to Garviel's Family at 2237 Stephen's road

[It begins as a normal day for Garviel.  Calisthenics.  Then... a package, wrapped as the regain ones was dropped off.  More curious than anything else, he opens it.  Only to find....  memories]
HERESY! )Action:  Open to anyone on Garviel's Street, Stephen's road
Read more... )(Visual aids for Garviel's friends coming to save him.
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Scene 1

[Action: inside Bodine's fashion, a large man is talking to one of the drone salesmen  (Or one of the non-droned ones if we have PC salesmen about)]

"Yes, you heard me correctly.  I need a hat of this size!  [he holds his arms apart above his head, making a vee above his shoulders.]

"There is a party and I require as large and prodigious a hat as I can possibly have created.  So please, make one if you can, I shall pay whatever is necessary."

Scene 2

[Action: Inside L'Déplaisant, a hulking fellow who barely fits the waiter garb provided to him approaches your table.  He smiles, his craggy features making this look a bit unusual, and removes a notebook, saying,]

"Good evening, Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Garviel Loken and I'll be your waiter for the evening.  May I recommend the filet Mignon with Hollandaise sauce?  It is quite excellent."

Scene 3

[Action: In the evening, the aforementioned large fellow is running in the winter, wearing a jacket and rather brief short pants.  He moves fairly smoothly across the ice, and may, in fact, run by your house, steam from his breath hitting the air and swathing him like a vaporous cloak. If approached, he will respond with a simple,

] "Good evening"


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