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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.
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.
iv
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.]
iv - DIE!
.......
[His lips thin in a grim line as his eyes settle on him with distaste.]
Get out.
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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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What do you want?
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[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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iii
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His indecision is proof enough where his heart lies, and with a grim outlook Locus finally snaps to a decision. Before he knows what he's doing, he's moving toward the alley but not without taking proper precautions. He calls up his invisibility as he approaches the area. His helmet searches the dark alleyway and locks onto a pair of life signs up ahead.]
......
[Locus stops in place as he tries to make sense of the scene before him. On the ground is a man restrained by a multitude of thin ropes and meters away a pair of women.... His eyes settle on the costumed-figure. Still cloaked in darkness, Locus recalls his invisibility and steps out into the light in his full UNSC armour.]
A hero, I presume.
[She certainly played the type.]
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Just your friendly neighborhood Silk. Doing my duty as a good samaritan.
[Just how had this guy snuck up on her?]
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I don't think he'd [his helmet shifts slightly toward the mugger before returning to her] agree with you.
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[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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iii
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.
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He doesn't run in blind though, and invokes his invisibility. He unsheathes his sniper rifle and silently moves in. A good thing too because by the time he makes it there it's clear what's happened - a weapon's deal gone wrong.
There's a small garage armed to the teeth in weapons and three unlucky civilians who just so happened to run into the group of criminals making the deal. Tensions got hot after the unintended intrusion and the two groups started firing on each other leaving the three civilians in the crossfire. Crouching in a corner, two men shield a woman who had screamed before, while a masked man aims his gun at them. He's ready to fire when the armoured robot interferes drawing his attention away from the witnesses.
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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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The would be assailant screams and drops to the ground when his leg is cleanly shot through while one of the quick thinker of the group quickly recovers the gun though obviously has no idea how to use it and instead the group of civilians shuffle further into their corner while the robot makes his move.
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"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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ii
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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Health? Was that code for something? Suddenly, he was very aware of the distinct lack of information he had on this source. He had pressed for more information but after years of mercenary work Locus knew when someone had given him all the details they had. They hadn't known more which meant he didn't have much to go on either, a bad situation and one he normally would never proceed with if he wasn't running out of time. So now, he had no clue if she was just testing him or if she really wasn't who he'd come here for.
He doesn't take his eyes off her, and after a minute his shining personality comes through once more.
"No one's here for that reason."
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"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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There. He expects her to give him a clue if she's the one he's here to speak too. At least, that's what he thinks his words come out like. Sadly, he's not very good at this.
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"What's with the drinks then? Meeting a date?"
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i.
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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He shakes his head. "No. I'm still waiting for it." A pause as his eyes drift down to his hands. "Did you?"
wow what is my reading comprehension today orz
"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?"
Hahahah. It's fine! I've done worse myself!
The question draws his attention to the menu. "It's a berry. Tart." He's never tried the drink himself considering he always orders the same one every time, so he really has no basis to give him advice but he knows what it is at least. "If they like tart drinks they shouldn't have a problem with it?"
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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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