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snowblindrpg2015-12-12 09:42 pm
bookofnope) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-12-12 09:42 pm
[log] PUNCHING! [closed]
Characters: Ransom Handsome Jack, Enoch, Beckett. Also starring Angel, Rhys and Clayton (in the basement), Steve and Rydia (coming in later?)
Location House 43
Date: Day 65, evening
Summary: So Jack has a basement full of losers and Enoch and Beckett are REAL MAD.
Warnings: Violence. Excessive violence.
The likeliest possibility, Beckett notes to himself with scientific detachment, is that Angel, Rhys and Clayton are dead.
It isn't a pleasant thought to linger on, which is why he'd tried not to think too far ahead during the two-day trek to where the three had gone missing, but such avoidance had never been like him. Now parting with Steve and Rydia, making his way east, he takes stock of the situation and thinks about it again. They are probably dead. Possibly killed by something interesting that sits in wait rather than claiming a victim and vanishing. There should be scientific curiosity here, but it does not come. There isn't any anger, either. He feels oddly resigned to this business of losing trusted allies. Perhaps there will be grief, later, if he confirms anything.
For now, he is mostly focused on considering the possibility that he would have to avoid being the next victim. He has the wrench in one hand as he trudges through the snow, and raises the other to shield his eyes from the blizzard, squinting into the whirling white. In the distance he can make out the house - there seems to be a figure in the doorway, and one more approaching from another direction. Other searchers, perhaps. He can't quite make out who they are yet.
Location House 43
Date: Day 65, evening
Summary: So Jack has a basement full of losers and Enoch and Beckett are REAL MAD.
Warnings: Violence. Excessive violence.
The likeliest possibility, Beckett notes to himself with scientific detachment, is that Angel, Rhys and Clayton are dead.
It isn't a pleasant thought to linger on, which is why he'd tried not to think too far ahead during the two-day trek to where the three had gone missing, but such avoidance had never been like him. Now parting with Steve and Rydia, making his way east, he takes stock of the situation and thinks about it again. They are probably dead. Possibly killed by something interesting that sits in wait rather than claiming a victim and vanishing. There should be scientific curiosity here, but it does not come. There isn't any anger, either. He feels oddly resigned to this business of losing trusted allies. Perhaps there will be grief, later, if he confirms anything.
For now, he is mostly focused on considering the possibility that he would have to avoid being the next victim. He has the wrench in one hand as he trudges through the snow, and raises the other to shield his eyes from the blizzard, squinting into the whirling white. In the distance he can make out the house - there seems to be a figure in the doorway, and one more approaching from another direction. Other searchers, perhaps. He can't quite make out who they are yet.
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With Clayton having been kidnapped once already, Enoch was on edge, fearing it was the same person, perhaps, or the same reason his original kidnapper had believed himself to be in danger. He wasn't ruling out the possibility it was another person, someone whom weapons would actually be useful against.
It couldn't be one of the anomalies, he thinks. Clayton's developed a trick to handling them, and with another house so close by to hide in, he can't imagine it could have cornered him so easily. Which left an accident or...something else. He wasn't willing to wait for the obituary this time, not when he was so close to where he'd been. Clayton had become more important to him than he could have imagined, and he wasn't going to let him down by assuming the best, that he'd just lost his tablet somehow.
All the same, he didn't immediately regard either of the other figures with suspicion, that would be unfair and might close off a way of knowing what happened to him. He removed his tablet from where he'd tied it to his body with the blanket he kept wrapped around himself, holding it up long enough for the other two to make out the backlight through the snow - showing he was another traveler and not something looking to chase the nearest beacon.
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He looks up from his tablet and there's a broken body on the floor, a woman lying in a pool of blood, there's blood splattered all over the room and on his face and on his daughter-
-He rubs at his eyes, and the memory fades from his vision. It's not real, Angel's safe and sound downstairs, she's not going to hurt anyone and no one's going to hurt her. The isolation's just getting to him.
Unless it's not just the isolation. Someone could be doing it to him on purpose. They're trying to get him off his guard so they can take him down. Standard bandit tactics.
And just when he's reaching that conclusion, he hears Dumpy screeching - which might mean the robot's spotted an intruder, or it's managed to run into a particularly interesting air molecule. Opening the door and peering out into the blizzard reveals that, miraculously, it's the former. Two figures are approaching, at least one clearly holding up a tablet.
This is probably going to be an issue.
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"Angel? Rhys?"
He calls out, but even as the wind takes his raised voice, he can tell that this is not the case. Enoch's bright hair identifies him, and Beckett raises one hand in response as they come within speaking distance not far from the door.
"Are you still with Clayton?" The sight of Enoch on his own is unexpected. A little alarming even. Beckett frowns, one eye on the other man while trying to catch sight of Dumpy - a much smaller figure - through the snow. He has to speak up to be heard over the screaming. "That's Angel's robot. She would not have left it willingly."
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"I'm afraid not. This was the last house he reported entering, but he never told us he was leaving. We haven't heard from him since."
He notices the door's opened through the snowfall. He can't see who's there, but at least Beckett has an idea.
"The screaming robot? So you think Rhys or Angel could be in there?"
He turns again, towards the door. Jack had been with the robot too, he remembers that. "It could be Jack as well - we don't know who the robot followed when they were separated. Regardless, it's lucky we've found someone who may know what's wrong."
He calls towards the door now: "Angel? Rhys? Jack? ...Clayton?"
If the figure would just open the door a little further he might get an idea of their build and that would at least rule out one person or another. Angel is the smallest so far as he can tell, Clayton is the bulkiest, Rhys is distinctly tall and skinny, and...well, he doesn't know what Jack looks like. But that's all right because whoever it is should answer them, right?
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But this is for Clayton as much as it is for the others they were originally looking for! And she's worried too! So Ginger tries to hurry and catch up to Enoch and--oh, look! Another friend!
"Hi Beckett! I didn't think we'd see you here!"
She calls out between huffs when she's close enough to see who they've run into once she catches up with them at the front of the house. It's, of course, hard to be hard over the screaming of the little flying...robot? Oh, dear, it sounds like it's troubled!
Her arms hugging herself to try and keep as warm as possible, Ginger tries to catch a glimpse at the figure behind the door that Enoch is also trying to identify. "Hello! Excuse us! It's awful cold, would you mind if we all talked inside?"
She's helping! And freezing! And not really sure what else she should be doing!
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They're here looking for Angel, or Clayton, or both. It's going to be a problem.
The sensible thing would be to go out and meet them, tell them to go looking elsewhere. He could lose them out in the snow, maybe confuse them enough to take them out one by one.
But Angel's back in the house, and she needs him. He can't just leave, no matter how confining the walls feel.
(It's not just confining, the walls are burning, the flames are licking out at him Heya handsome and god it's all going to burn down, he'll tear it all down so he can build something that can last-)
He takes a quick sharp breath of the outside air and then closes the door, ignoring the calls from the approaching figures. There's too much going on. He can't think.
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Ginger's call - she sounds much too chipper and casual for his tastes - causes him to turn, stare at her with mild contempt, and then at Enoch. He doesn't say more, but the look on his face is its own incredulous statement. You brought her? followed by a shake of the head. If danger does materialize, he isn't about to protect Ginger at the expense of his own safety - or Angel's, for the matter. And he knows Enoch would, which means writing him off as a help.
But it isn't danger at the door, now that they're finally close enough to see clearly. It's...
"Jack?" He does recognize the man, and notes that, while Jack doesn't exactly look good, he isn't visibly injured, either. And that's all he gets before Jack closes the door. Abruptly, he remembers his exchange with Zell. What the other man said about Jack's trustworthiness. Perhaps there is danger, after all.
He looks at Enoch again. "I'm going to break the door down," he says, a flat statement that brooks no argument. "Get her away from here."
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Enoch squints through the snow at the closed door. Jack retreated when he learned they were coming in search of Angel, Rhys, and Clayton? That's not right. Not the behavior of a man trying to find his daughter.
The only argument Beckett is getting is, "Leave that to me." He's lost some weight in his time here, but as he has little but muscle to lose, he still has plenty of it.
He looks over his shoulder at Ginger. "Ginger, Clayton reported another house near here. Go there and wait for us. This could be dangerous."
He'd been hoping it wouldn't be. He was hoping Clayton had simply dropped his tablet. But this didn't bode well. Jack closing the door on them made the robot's wanderings look more like a patrol. There was something he didn't want them to know.
"You seem lighter on your feet," he adds to Beckett. "Will you distract the robot if it tries to keep us from entering?"
sorry for the wait - ginger out!
She's about to ask why, as if she really can't tell, which...she kind of can't. Her immediate assumptions about everything currently going on doesn't have anything to do with violence or ill will of any kind. Still, she's starting to feel that things must be dangerous if they're both acting like things are dangerous--and Enoch and Beckett are both really smart so it must be true!
"Okay...be careful, alright?"
She hesitates just for a moment longer, watching as the two plan their attack, then turns and tromps away, heading toward the other house nearby.
sob sorry you had to wait for such a brief tag
This mostly involves spraying mace vaguely in the two men's direction. Some of it might even hit one of them!