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✘ ᏞᎾᏟᑌƧ ([personal profile] followorders) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2015-11-08 09:46 am

November Catch All-Log

WHO: Locus + Anyone
WHERE: Heropa, Marutia Falls
WHEN: Throughout November
WHAT: Big bad mercenary making poor life decisions.
WARNINGS: Locus being a creeper, more than likely.


i. Heropa -
The Lucky Cat Cafe  
It's no surprise that the small shop becomes a scheduled stop for the mercenary when he finds himself in Heropa. He orders his usual peppermint tea and moves out of the way. The place is fairly packed which has him heading toward the back to wait for his order when a child suddenly runs his way with their parent at their heels, Locus quickly moves out of the way only to run into someone behind him.

"Excuse me," he turns to apologize

ii. Marutia Falls - Fate Night Club

It wasn't hard finding the active gambling, drug and sex-work circuit in his new city of residence. At first, it was merely useful information to have on hand, something he'd never thought he'd use after deciding to shed his life as a mercenary, and yet  life had a way of dragging you back down the gutter with or without your consent. That's how Locus ended up in an underground gambling ring looking for a name. He didn't find it, but after breaking a few wrists he was pointed in the direction of a well known informant that could help him find it, and for a hefty price Locus had been given a place and time, which was how he ended up in front of a night club with "Fate" spelled out in decorative letters.

With a grim face, Locus goes inside. It's loud and filled with people. Everything he dislikes. Still, he moves deeper into the crowd that generally moves around the 6'4 man. For those that try to talk to him, Locus simply ignores them until he seats himself at the end of the bar where he was told the informant would find him after ordering a specific drink at an exact time. 

The bartender turns his way after he sits down, but he postpones his order until the specified time. When it finally comes he calls him over and orders the specified drink with a straight face. The bartender raises an eyebrow at him but wisely keeps his mouth shut and moves to prepare it while Locus turns to gauge the person beside him. Was this the informant then? Instead of being subtle about it, Locus opens with:

"Are you here for someone?"

Sadly, it comes out like a pick-up line, even worse he doesn't realize how it sounds, and just to add icing to the cake the bartender sets this drink down in front of him at that moment.

iii. Heropa - Streets

Late at night Locus is moving through the streets of Heropa suited up in his full armour. He's heading for the Xavier School for imports but the campus is still a ways away when he hears a scream suddenly pierce the night. He turns towards the dark alley it came from and stops in his tracks.

"......"

Does he go and investigate, or ignore it and continue with his mission? For once, he's unsure how to proceed. Instincts tell him to continue with his mission, but something stops him in his tracks.

iv. Wild Card

Open to any location and scenario. 
moneylogues: (dont have time for all these legalities)

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[personal profile] moneylogues 2015-11-08 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Finding out where someone lived wasn't too difficult, if you at least knew the general area. Really, he only had the city to go off, but that didn't matter much. Through a combination of following his partner - carefully, and with plenty of teleporting to avoid being spotted - and asking around, Felix got the info he needed.

Locus's address.

After that, getting in was child's play. Oh, sure, he could've just knocked, but pfff, where's the fun in that? Breaking in wasn't necessary. One quick teleport and he was in. No locks he needed to pick, no broken doors or window needed. Easy.

Oh, and he made sure to get in while Locus wasn't home yet, of course. Why ruin the surprise?

So here Felix is now, in the middle of Locus's place, waiting for him to get home. Just casually leaning against a wall like he owns the freaking place.

...This is clearly an excellent idea that can't possibly backfire on him.]
moneylogues: (hail satan)

[personal profile] moneylogues 2015-11-08 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah. That's about the response he expected. Felix crosses his arms, like he's offended, but it's pretty clear he's really just amused.]

You know, it's considered polite to start with hello? Or you can go for a casual hi or hey, I mean, I'm really not picky.

[Okay, make that very clear. Because of course he doesn't treat this seriously. What's a little breaking and entering between partners, right?]

I know this is your place and all, but, uh, if I were you? I'd get some better security. You wouldn't want just anyone wandering in, do you?

[You know, like... him.

...Also of course security doesn't mean shit when you can teleport. But Locus doesn't need to know that he can do that.]
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[personal profile] moneylogues 2015-11-12 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Man, you really are not glad to see me! At this rate, you're going to hurt my feelings.

[He doesn't really move, not yet. He just stands and watches, his arms still crossed and a grin on his face. Not that that means a lot with Felix. It's always up in the air just how genuine anything he does is.]

Can't a guy go check out his partner's place and say hi?

[What do you mean, people usually get permission to enter someone's home first? That's boring.]

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lunaraneae: (President Machamp what have you done)

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[personal profile] lunaraneae 2015-11-09 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Luckily for Locus, his moment of hesitation allows him to see a costumed shape swing down into the alley, ropes of web left in her wake. The sound of a brief fistfight ensues, and should Locus decide to peek into the alley, he'll find a mugger neatly webbed up and Silk comforting a grateful woman.]
lunaraneae: (Just poison some kids!)

[personal profile] lunaraneae 2015-11-09 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Her Silk-sense tingles bare moments before Locus appears, and Silk's head whips towards him. That armor... she's seen a couple guys around wearing it, but not this particular flavour. Automatically, she moves to put the woman behind her.]

Just your friendly neighborhood Silk. Doing my duty as a good samaritan.

[Just how had this guy snuck up on her?]
lunaraneae: (the Jesus of this world would just say)

[personal profile] lunaraneae 2015-11-09 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe he should think twice about trying to steal someone's purse.

[At the first sign of protest from the mugger, she quickly webs his mouth shut.]

I didn't even hit you that hard!

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[personal profile] mammal_robot 2015-11-09 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Was he a registered hero? Well, no. But you don't need to have a license to help people when you hear them screaming in a dark alley. At least that was Robo's opinion on the matter.

Thus, while one armored figured hesitated, another armored figure darted ahead into the alley to see what was going on and possibly to punch someone in the face.
Edited 2015-11-09 04:50 (UTC)
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[personal profile] mammal_robot 2015-11-09 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Oh look they brought guns. That's adorable.

Or it would be if there weren't innocent humans around who could get hit by ricochets. Robo held his hands up in what was hopefully a placating manner. "Okay come on guys, think about your role here. You're a bunch of masked criminals with guns going up against a mysterious figure with armor and glowing eyes. Don't play to the cliches and no one has to get mercilessly beaten here. I just want to get the bystanders out of the way."

And then subdue the gangsters; anyone having gunfights on the city streets is a clear and present danger to society. But there was no reason for them to know that, was there?
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[personal profile] mammal_robot 2015-11-09 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
So much for skipping the cliches.

"Ow! Augh! Stop that!"

They might as well have been flicking paperclips at him for all the good their guns did. Mild irritation at best. He might not have optic camouflage or a sniper rifle, but he DID have a hell of a lot of armor.

Robo settled for picking up a nearby trashcan and swinging it around like a club so as to sweep aside the shooters as quickly, efficiently, and non-lethally as possible. Best not to kill anyone until he had a better grip on his position in this new world, but he still did need to figure out who the actual potential threat was here. Don't think he didn't notice that leg shot.

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[personal profile] failureisntachoice 2015-11-09 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
There are a lot of things that annoy her about her current form. The main one being she's pretty damn sure the drink in front of her won't actually get her drunk. So far, it hasn't deterred her from trying and she has the money to spare. At least having a body besides her armor means in a place like this, she blends in a helluva lot easier.

She doesn't pay attention to the rather large man that's now beside her. At least, not until she notices him shifting towards her and- is he hitting on her? There's an instant roll of her eyes as she turns towards him and she'd be staring him down if it wasn't for the incredibly pink drink in front of him. She hadn't thought that would even be something on the damn menu.

"Excuse me?" she asks, her gaze finally moving away from his drink and to his face. She taps her shot glass and continues speaking, tone growing dryer. "I'm here for my health."
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[personal profile] failureisntachoice 2015-11-14 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
She rolls her eyes. She's not sure if the sarcasm went over his head or he didn't care. Either way, at least it doesn't sound like he's trying to pick her up anymore. She eyes his drink once more before shaking her head and turning back so she's facing the bar fully.

"You sure about that?" she asks with a light snort. "There's a few people that come here so much it must be doing them some good. You a regular or passing through?"
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[personal profile] failureisntachoice 2015-11-18 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
"And what, you need help finding them?" she asks with a raised brow. That's not a request she was expecting to have tonight, but she can't figure out why else he'd be talking to her. He's not someone she's seen here before, so at least that part of his story checks out. It doesn't explain the drink, though.

"What's with the drinks then? Meeting a date?"

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[personal profile] medalsome 2015-11-10 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Joaquin was dressed in his running gear, having just finished his morning jog for the day and stopped by the small cafe in order to grab something for himself and Manolo. They liked to try new things but he found himself stuck over whether to try out one of the few smoothies they hadn't had yet. What the heck was an acai?? He should probably ask but the counter was busy and he didn't want to waste anyone's time...

Still indecisive, Joaquin didn't even notice the commotion until a man--a man who was actually taller than him!--backed right into him. Surprised, Joaquin blinked up at him through his good eye and finally came to grips with the situation.

"O-oh, it's fine." He glanced at the hot cup in the man's hands. "Didn't spill your drink did you?"
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wow what is my reading comprehension today orz

[personal profile] medalsome 2015-11-10 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Oh good. He didn't have anything, so there wasn't any fear of scalding liquid or sticky smoothie getting everywhere. Would have been dangerous in such a crowded place.

"No, I'm... I'm good," he said, still a little unnerved to have run, or been run into, by such a big guy. Was this how Manolo felt every time he stood next to Joaquin?

He glanced back at the board. "I'm actually trying to decide if I should get that one acai-bluberry smoothie for my friend. You wouldn't happen to know what an acai is, would you?"
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[personal profile] medalsome 2015-11-10 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
That's the thing, though. Joaquin is used to being the tallest person around, or at least being comparably tall. Next to this guy he felt like a little kid himself.

But the question eased some tension and he glanced back up at the menu. "That could work, then. I think he's okay with tart. He likes spicy things so it shouldn't be a problem of not being able to handle it."

So it was decided. Good. But it felt a little awkward to get advice and not follow up with some sort of extra pleasantry. Joaquin gave him a smile. "Thanks for the help. You saved me there, er... Oh. Apologies. I am Joaquin Mondragon. I hope you don't mind me asking your name."

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