Straight up and down

[ 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?

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.

[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.]