Aug Log Redux

[om_nom_namur]

Who: Namur and various others
What: A catchall log!
When: All through August!
Where: Locations generally noted in tags
Why: So I don't spam the comm!

Log starters treated as top level comments. Have a nice day!

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The Theater of Hurt Bounty, claimed June 17 (backdated to August 3) (Closed to Rowan)

[om_nom_namur]

[It's taken him a shitty month and a half to get to this point. And it's shitting ridiculous because he's been at this point for a full shitting month. It wasn't too incredibly hard to track down the killer. No, it's that the killer has made extensive use of the backstage access tunnels and set them all with booby traps. It's a clever move, because sometimes, even though Namur can taste the little shit right around the next corner, he just. can't. reach.

That's where Rowan comes in.

Namur is sitting on a crate in the alley behind Genessia Theater, explaining the sorts of traps he's encountered and doing his best to draw out a map of the tunnels that crisscross beneath the stage. It's a map that others might not understand as well, because there are marks indicating types of smells all over it- and push comes to shove, they can always use their noses to lead them back out.]

Gonna try an' get 'im backed int' this spot here. Mean. Hell if I know what's past here cuz this's as far as I can reach, but y' should be able t' head 'im off an' flush 'im back out t' where I'll be waitin'. Good?

[gip_u202]

I can't believe you waited this long to ask for help.

[Rowan's eyes flick from Namur's face to the map and back again, an expression that's equal parts amusement and fond chiding for her employer's behavior creasing her brow. She'd be surprised that he needs help in the first place, were it not for the fact that at least some of this sounds like it's going to be a tight squeeze-- even in her smaller form.

Giving a roll of her shoulders in anticipation of what's to come, she jerks her chin towards the theater's rear entrance.]

Is he in there now, or am I going to wind up waiting for you to chase him in? And just how intact does he have to be for you to still get the bounty for this? Just in case he, ah... Resists.

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur glances away, rubbing his hand over the back of his head. He deserves that.]

Yeah, well. Ain't no cure for dumbasses or some shit like that, right?

Need 'im 'live, excessive force whaleshit be damned. Won't nothin' untoward happen t' nobody if they come quiet, but if they don't?

[Namur shrugs, impatient.]

Anyway he's here now. Most folk here still don't know who done it so he's still got his job. Run t' ground quick 'nuff when I show up so let's getcha below t' head 'im off, aye?

[There's a set of cellar doors not far off from the stage doors, and Namur motions towards them with his thumb, then passes her a small earpiece.]

Keep in touch with y' through this. 'S a radio so we ain't gonna lose connection or nothin' if the network gets spotty. Ready?

[gip_u202]

[The earpiece isn't so different from the ones she'd had to use back home, so Rowan doesn't hesitate before thumbing it to "On" and slipping it into place in her tattooed ear, giving it a little wiggle to make sure it's seated correctly as she nods her understanding.]

All right. Give me a few minutes to get into position before you come in-- I want to get a feel for everything down there if I can, just so I'm not working completely by the seat of my pants.

[Getting to her feet, she heads over to the cellar doors and eases one open with cautious slowness to try and avoid any telltale hinge-creaking before aiming a sly grin Namur's way.]

I'll even do my best not to hurt him too badly, just for you.

[Video] (Closed to Dove) August 15

[om_nom_namur]

Hey, sorry I didn't get a chance t' talk atcha the other day. Sounded great, though! Hope y' get the part y' was tryin' for!

Wanna get some drinks with me? Like, t'night 'fore I head to work?

[phoenixstrut]

[He's met with that same dazzling smile, pure happiness pouring from every ounce of her. She's had a great week.]

Hey, no worries. And thanks! I landed the role!

[She tips her head a little, suddenly more apprehensive.] ah...I'd really love to, but are you sure Rip would be okay with that?

[om_nom_namur]

Uhhh, why wouldn't she be? There shit goin' on 'twixt the two a y'?

[phoenixstrut]

I'm not entirely sure, but she definitely doesn't seem to like me much.

[She shrugs.] I complimented Augustine once.

August 17th Action

[la_matrona]

She is lost in Everglade, and, in fact, has been wandering around for the past twelve hours or so, unable to figure out how to navigate the mist and get to near where she's intending to go-- which she's not even entirely sure where that is. She's not weary or anything like that but there are things in the shadows it seems and she's very alone. Not frightened. Just alone.

[om_nom_namur]

[Yeah, the mists are shit if you're stuck navigating with your eyes. So they don't bother Namur at all. He strides through with a casual air, figure dimly lit in the fog by the screen of his communicator as he heads back to hq from a job. He steps around Imelda with ease, giving the skeleton woman a polite nod of his head as he goes.]

[la_matrona]

[she startles back at the sudden shape looming out of the mist. He is huge and terrifying and she suddenly remembers what it was like to have a hear because it's pounding in her throat, even if it isn't.

She catches the nod, though and registers it almost too late that he has done nothing to her and perhaps has no intention. And, after all, she herself seems to disorient others just by being who she is]

Excuse me...?

Do you have a moment?

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur pauses and lowers the comm device, turning his torso a bit so he can glance back at her.]

Talkin' t' me, sweetheart? Sure, I got a second. 'Sup?

Exploring the Everglades and a visit to Jolly Eddy's (Whenever?)

[light_of_willpower]

[Fayren and the Everglades were still the two 'cities' Trunks was less familiar with than he'd prefer. Not that he was in a hurry really, but considering Torchwood operated out of Everglades, that was his priority now. Between home and work that is, which often meant home and helping mom and training and work and training with Bulla and more work and sleep in there sometime.

But---he did want to at least thank Namur. For the more 'subtle' push, considering how heavy-handed most of his family was about things. Even if it had come with sadness, considering his father vanishing abruptly too.

So time to kill two birds with one stone, as it were. Heading to Jolly Eddy's after his shift at Torchwood, to seek out the shark-man.]

Excuse me, I was hoping Namur was around?

[singinghuntress]

[Surprisingly, the first person Trunks would find is a certain huntress sitting at a desk. Rip was working on the schedule as usual and glancing over paperwork when he stepped in and it took her a moment to look up.

Though before she did, Rip raised a hand to just tell him to wait while she finished the task she was in the middle of before looking up. Tonight the huntress was in a simple pair of dress pants and a pale blue dress shirt, sans her usual tie and with the first few buttons undone. More than anything, she actually looked relaxed and didn't mind the paperwork so much.]

Zhat depends, if it's a complain you vish to make, I'm zhe one zhat takes them.

[Rip just smiles and trust her, complaints are handled with Rip's own brand of vicious humor.]

Ozhervise, I can take you back to his office und hopefully he's off zhe phone by zhen.

[light_of_willpower]

[Seeing Rip isn't a bad thing though, and they were on amicable terms. They'd had a lovely chat before at Bulma's party. So Rip is greeted with a friendly smile. He doesn't mind waiting.]

No complaints, although I imagine you get only the most determined people if they have to go through you. I can also wait, or come back later, if Namur's busy. I had a request that really any of you can probably help me with, even though I need to speak to him for a moment.

[singinghuntress]

[Rip liked Trunks well enough not to give him the run around she usually gave people. So, he can be appreciative of that at least?]

You could say zhat. It's mostly complaints about rough handlings or in a few cases, ve haf complaints about sexual harassment vhich means, I get to scream at zhe clients harassing our people.

[She just grins slightly and there's definitely fangs showing. Guess who tends to break hands when clients attempts to get handsy with her.]

Or you know, complaints from clients about our people...reacting negatively to a 'compliment'.

[Yes, she did air quotes around 'compliments'.]

Und besides, I'm sure he'll be happy to haf zhe call interrupted. Zo, come along~.

[Whether Namur would be or not was something they were about to find out as Rip leads Trunks over to where Namur's desk was, knocked and then proceeded to waltz in anyway and announce Trunks was there to see him.

Did she fear being yelled at? Hardly.]

August 25th - Jolly Eddy's, for Namur, other Jolly Eddy's employees also welcome

[brat_from_hell]

[Getting an ID hadn't been a priority for Phibrizzo - after all, the food he actually needs is negative emotion. Anything else is simply for show or because this form's tastebuds enjoy a particular thing. He also doesn't really need shelter. However, giving tours around Everglade was actually interesting enough to him. Especially in light of discovering that it's much more difficult to get the cash needed to start a business of one's own without any prior work experience.

He'd contemplated just getting an age over twenty put on it, and then settled for an age that's roughly his real one. He stopped counting, so he's not lying when he says he doesn't know how his real age matches up to the calendar here. To get any concerns anyone might express about him not being in school, he's also spent the month studying, and wrote a long test to get his high school diploma. So he arrives at Jolly Eddy's, paperwork in hand.]

Mister Namur! I have the ID you said I needed to get and I brought a diploma, too!

[om_nom_namur]

[Lord of the Sea, someone is gonna bitch him out about child labor laws or something. He holds out his hand for the papers.]

Didja now? A'ight, lay 'em on me.

[brat_from_hell]

[Phibrizzo produces one official government issued ID stating that he's five thousand years old, and a high school diploma issued as a result of passing the test. The ID was gained through using mind control on the person issuing it, but he's actually being fairly honest about the age on the document.]

Can we keep my real age on a need to know basis? Authorities need to know so you don't get in trouble, but telling people my real age involves a lot of questions that get annoying to answer.

August 16 [Closed to Rip]

[om_nom_namur]

[On their way back to Genessia from Everglade after the night shift, Namur makes good on a promise he'd made the day before.]

So what the hell's goin' on 'twixt y' an' Dove?

Re: August 16 [Closed to Rip]

[singinghuntress]

[Of all the things for him to ask, Rip wasn't expecting that.]

...She vas flirting vith Augustine. I didn't appreciate it.

[om_nom_namur]

'Kay. That's it? Nothin' else?

August 29 [Closed to Rip]

[om_nom_namur]

[Wherever Namur was, he'd started heading home as soon as he got Marco's message. His emotions are pulling every which way, and he's trying to keep shit together. There's just so much to unpack.

So naturally the thing to do is to go pack.

Namur crashes up the stairs to the top floor of the building and all but runs down the hallway, throwing the door open in a rush.]

Re: August 29 [Closed to Rip]

[singinghuntress]

[Rip had been about to head out the door when The door was thrown open. The suddenness of it set her on edge and for a moment, she nearly pulled a gun on him in defense.

Thankfully, Rip quickly realized who just crashed in to the apartment and relaxed. Now she was just curious of why he was in a rush.]

Namur? Vats wrong? You don't usually come crashing into the apartment like zhis.

[om_nom_namur]

Rip!

[Namur's face lights up to see her, and he picks her up in a big hug, holding her tight. He hasn't seen her since the night before, in the midst of her feeding frenzy, and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't still been at least a little bit worried.]

Ain't nothin' wrong, babe. Marco opened up a subarch! We getta go home! Well, mean. Not home home, but. Close 'nuff. He brought in Pop's home island! There's ruins an' sphinxes an' a great li'l village an' the- [He stammers for a moment]- the memorials.

[He drops to one knee, lowering Rip back to her feet as he goes, and lays his hand on her cheek.]

Glad y' made it back safe too, babe. Lotta angry folk last night, an' a few a 'em know a thing or two 'bout handlin' rampagin' vampires.

[He pushes his forehead against hers, then in a fit of being too excited about everything, jumps back to the subject he was on beforehand.]

Wanna head out t' the island with me?