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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? ]

Action one: Locked to 2237 and 2236 Stevens: [ At the beginning of the zombie invasion, Garviel bursts out the front door of his house, howling.... ] I... am... CERBERUS! [ Utterly maddened, a screaming chainsword in hand, the space marine looks for foes to slay. ]

Action Two: All over town: [ Garviel has found his battle-brothers and his partner, so he moves about, slaying with Cu Chulainn, Rin, and possibly Baron Klaus as well. The drones don't have a chance, really, not against an Astartes, a magus, a Space Marine, and a mad Scientist. Are you rescued by them? Do you dare stand against this group? ] (You may get interactions from all of us, if you want one PC in particular, just specify in your first tag. )

Voice: Wednesday morning Mayfield: This is Loken, you know who I am... if you are cut off from the church and hospital, rally at Makeout point. It is very defensible, and I have prepared a perimeter. None of our tainted.... compatriots will survive the approach. That is all.

Action Three: Makeout point Wednesday night: [ This is Garviel's last stand and rally point, he waits for the drones or awakened zombies to come, his bolter held ready, Frag grenades primed ]

Action Four: Makeout point Thursday morning: [ There is no evidence of the previous night's slaughter, but for the battered man in batted armor who just kneels, staring into the middle distance, shocked at the sudden change in the world, which had gone from a haunting example of his past... to the strange quasi-idyllic town of Mayfield once more. ]

1.
[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]


2.

[ 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.]

3.

[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.

Open Action for Stevens Stree and passerby 1
[Garviel is out cooking steaks, hot dogs, and various other kinds of grill-based foods, and.... well, doing a poor job of it. He has been introduced to barbecuing recently and some aspects of it escape him.]

Open action around Mayfield. 2

[Garviel is jogging. In powered armor. Probably part of his training. He can easily be jogged with, but you quickly will realize his jogging is the equivalent of an athlete's sprint.]

Open Action in Riflery Range, Rec Center 3

[Garviel is in the range, ready to teach you about how to KILL PEOPLE DEAD with all of the guns.]


Open Action at the Ball Park 4

[Garviel is playing catch with the neighborhood drone kids, apparently having decided to take up scout's advice on making a ball team.]

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1 [Voice only, filtered from the drones]

My friends, citizens of Mayfield. It is my belief that this recent strife between us has torn many deep wounds in our hearts and our bodies. I believe we should put our emnity aside for one night, and break bread together. I will provide a proper location to do so. I am proposing a party of sorts at my house this Friday evening, wherein we can all sit and speak with one another like reasonable individuals.

Everyone is invited. Those I have befriended, those I have crossed blades with, those I have had enmity with in the past. I ask only that you keep your peace in my home, with both myself and the other guests.

2 [Action: Grocery store]

[A huge man is in the grocery store buying all of the groceries. Particularly meats and various vegetables. And most of the wine too.]

3 [Action: 2237 Stevens Rd and surrounding environs. Garviel is in his backyard setting up various pieces of furniture and even a few of those awful torches (tiki torches?) to keep flies away. Do you approach?]

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."

[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.

Phone time

[Garviel picks up the puzzling vox-caster, (phone) and jams a few buttons.]

"Can someone explain to me how this primitive vox-caster can be programmed to call a specific person?  I'm a bit... puzzled by the lack of neural inputs."

"I was also curious about the weather patterns of this planet, and about this upcoming holiday of Valentine's day.  Are we expected to do something specific  for our families?  I wouldn't wish to upset anyone without reason.   And regarding the weather patterns:  How long are we expected to have snow?  Is this climate cold year round?"

[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.]