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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.
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...
God. Fucking. Damn it. He did.
Fucking wow.]
...Yeah, no, that's fine, just go about your fucking day like I'm not here.
[Felix, the pissed off cat. How dare you ignore him.]
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[So, he has no reason to pay attention to him, or so he tells himself. Making the drink helps him ignore that nickname. He doesn't like it. They're not supposed to be partners anymore, and yet...
He blends fresh coffee beans, the loud noise blocking out Felix for a moment.]
[Felix: Locus Vision. Please. You're not even worth the argument.]
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[That is absolutely not how it works, Felix. Like, at all.
The noise definitely works to make him a little less of a nuisance for a bit, as he can't really do more than stand there being annoyed. Well, for now, anyway.
Maybe if he just stares at Locus a bunch. Maybe that will make his partner stop ignoring him.]
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Why are you here?
[A question delivered in a calm tone with a hint of steel behind the harmonics. Did you really think he'd welcome you with open arms? You're lucky he hasn't thrown you out. Yet.]
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[It's a simple answer that hides a complex one. Yeah, he wanted to see Locus's home. He wanted to know when Locus came home, how the interior was laid out... he wanted to know the space his partner was spending so much time in.
Felix just knows how to phrase it casually.]
We are partners, you know. It's natural that we both know where the other lives, don't you agree?
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No.
[Or so he told himself, and yet his death still weighed heavily over his shoulders. It was the reason why he gave himself the task of finding his mysterious employer. If he could free him of that then the debt would be repaid and this guilt that kept eating at him would finally leave him alone.
It's that thought that has him turning to face him. His hazel eyes landing on the smaller man before asking a question that's seemingly out of blue without access to his thought process.]
Who is your employer?
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This again? You're really not gonna let up on that, are you?
[Not that he expected him to. He knows Locus better than that.]
...You're gonna think it's ridiculous. I mean really ridiculous, even compared to the bullshit we're used to.
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[God, this is embarrassing.
Like, okay, the whole "accidentally confessing all his crimes to the entire planet of Chorus" thing was bad, but this is a whole different level.
SIGH.]
It's. A kid.
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....
[DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG HE'S BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOUR SO-CALLED EMPLOYER! HOW DEEP HE WENT INTO THE UNDERGROUND WORLD HE SWORE HE'D NEVER GO BACK TO! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA--- He walks to the door, and calmly pushes it open.]
Get. Out.
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[I mean, okay, he did kind of... phrase that badly.]
He's not literally- Do you know how much fucking magic bullshit is going on here? I mean he looks like a kid.
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Explain.
[And you better make it good before he personally throws out on your ass.]
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[Seriously, Locus, considering all the other shit going on, this is pretty tame.]
It's stupid, I know. I hate this place.
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[A magical creature parading as a child. Not an answer he's expecting but you still haven't fully answered his question.]
Felix.
Give me a name.
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God, fine. You really don't let up, do you?
The guy's name is Peter. Happy?
[...Felix.]
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Last name, Felix.
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Pan.
[He lets that hang for a second, but...]
And I'd like to remind you, before you say anything, that back home we work with a guy who willingly calls himself Sharkface.
[Work. Present tense. Because Sharkface is clearly still alive, right, Locus?]
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[He hears it and goes along with it.]
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I've got standards.
[...Not a lot, but he has some.]
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[He knows what that look means.]
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[A warning before he turns to leave.]
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[The most mature response.]