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1 [ (Locked to Saber and Mordred) A man in a strange white bodyglove walks up to 460 stone street, carrying several blades of various sizes, and knocks on the door. Garviel's here to be a secondary teacher for Mordred. ]

2 [ Phones, filtered to the resistance and associated organizations. ] Loken here. I wanted to check in after the recent incident with the mushrooms. How do you all fare?

3 [ Garviel is working at L'deplaisant as a waiter, his actual job. He's walking over to your character, looking quizzical, and somewhat unused to NOT wearing his powered armor and says, ] May I take your order?

4 [ The lake: There is a small lake in town, and Garviel stands by it, unarmored, still wearing the white bodyglove with the wolf's head iconography that he earlier wore to training with Mordred. He is silently staring out across it, as if trying to decide what to do about a particularly niggling (Or painful) memory. ]

5 [ Klaus Wulfenbach's residence. An armored space marine is knocking on the door, Klaus. What do? ]
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[ Action one: Park ] [ Garviel is sitting in the park, reading a few books. In this case, some comic books that he got from the comic store. He looks slightly annoyed by them, as near as you can tell for a nearly 9 foot tall giant in powered armor. ]
That just doesn't seem reasonable at all....

[ Action Two 2237 Stevens and the surrounding area ] [ Garviel is raking leaves, and generally doing fall maintenance for his house. He appears to be at something of a loss after he gets all the leaves into a massive pile and bagged. ] So... now what do I do with them?

[Phone call filtered from drones ] I am in need of a scientist to tutor a young friend of mine. She also may have some very... specific questions. Can anyone be of assistance?

[<[ Action Three Near the highway ] [ The Space marine is clearly heading towards the highway, prepared for war, his helm sealed, his weapons maglocked to his thighs, and a shield strapped to his left arm. There is a sense of inevitability in how he walks, almost as if he is an elemental force, instead of a person. ]

[Phone call to Rin Tohsaka and her house ] Rin. I understand you were at homecoming. Can you explain it a bit to me?
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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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[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?]
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[Locked to residents of 2237 Stevens street]

[After awakening from... the death or betrayal of every friend he ever had, a huge (6'5) man wakes up in 1950ish clothes, and starts scrambling around his house.]

"no....  Torgaddon...  Tarvitz.   Aximand Abaddon.  Horus"  [The last name is almost hissed, a painful sound.]

[he looks down at a hand that is once his, and yet not, utterly lacking in the astartes battle-plate which made him an invincible warrior]

"This is not real."

[he'll head back into his bedroom, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror.  Taking in perspective.]

"This cannot be real.  I am no longer... Astartes?"  [he shakes his head.]  

[Open Scenario 1#]

[An enormous fair-haired man built like a boulder with muscles is wandering the streets, looking faintly shellshocked.  He mutters to himself]  "

"This isn't Istvaan..." 

[Once he spots you, he'll turn, asking with an expression between desperation, anger, and despair]  "Where... am I?"

[Open Scenario 2#]

[The aforementioned enormous man has wandered fairly far afield of mayfield, still shellshocked-looking.  Eventually, he'll sit down on a snow-covered bench in the park, apparently not really feeling the winter cold overmuch, breath fogging around his face.  He'll sit, looking vaguely uncomprehending, and if you approach, will look up, unable to speak for the moment.]  


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