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genessia2016-09-23 07:55 pm
om_nom_namur) wrote in genessia2016-09-23 07:55 pm
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Addled in Attleton [closed- if you want in pplurk me and we can work something out]
Who: A bunch of losers
What: Go looking for a bounty
When: Mid-week
Where: Attleton
Warnings: language, violence, stupidity, etc
*~*~*~*~*~*
So Attleton wasn't Namur's first choice of places to visit, especially with all the weird shit going down- but a four star bounty??? Let's just say there were beli signs in his eyes until he remembered that beli isn't a thing here and they changed to red bill signs- whatever that is.
He'd intended to just hang out with Ace a bit, but when Bartolomeo and then Ted crashed the party- well, Namur figured shit's always more fun if you're getting into it with friends anyway, so what the hell. So that's how they all ended up in this upper-middle class house in the upper-middle class section of suburbia, also known as Attleton. There's no dead body to see- the woman had been carefully inspected and taken away to wherever the hell the Good Neighbors of the Neighborhood Watch decided to drag her off to, but Namur could still smell her demise, and the idea was that maybe if they were there, they could find something someone else had missed. He was finding it hard to pick up a specific trail, though. It had been the man's home, after all, so his scent was all over it. But after awhile he started noticing patterns. Rooms with her scent more than his; rooms with his scent more than hers. He decided to search the rooms that were mostly Alfred's first, just to see the physical locations he spent his time occupying. One of them was weird. Namur could follow the trail right up to a wall. Not like, a little bit back from the wall like someone standing in front of it, nor was his scent on the wall. Just right up to it, as if the wall weren't even there. But when Namur touched it, of course it was there, solid as any of the other walls in the house- which is to say, in his estimation, not very. He could throw a man through ten of these walls stacked side by side without much effort, they were so hollow and flimsy, but that wasn't the point.
"Oi! Get yer asses in here an' take a look at this, aye?"
What: Go looking for a bounty
When: Mid-week
Where: Attleton
Warnings: language, violence, stupidity, etc
*~*~*~*~*~*
So Attleton wasn't Namur's first choice of places to visit, especially with all the weird shit going down- but a four star bounty??? Let's just say there were beli signs in his eyes until he remembered that beli isn't a thing here and they changed to red bill signs- whatever that is.
He'd intended to just hang out with Ace a bit, but when Bartolomeo and then Ted crashed the party- well, Namur figured shit's always more fun if you're getting into it with friends anyway, so what the hell. So that's how they all ended up in this upper-middle class house in the upper-middle class section of suburbia, also known as Attleton. There's no dead body to see- the woman had been carefully inspected and taken away to wherever the hell the Good Neighbors of the Neighborhood Watch decided to drag her off to, but Namur could still smell her demise, and the idea was that maybe if they were there, they could find something someone else had missed. He was finding it hard to pick up a specific trail, though. It had been the man's home, after all, so his scent was all over it. But after awhile he started noticing patterns. Rooms with her scent more than his; rooms with his scent more than hers. He decided to search the rooms that were mostly Alfred's first, just to see the physical locations he spent his time occupying. One of them was weird. Namur could follow the trail right up to a wall. Not like, a little bit back from the wall like someone standing in front of it, nor was his scent on the wall. Just right up to it, as if the wall weren't even there. But when Namur touched it, of course it was there, solid as any of the other walls in the house- which is to say, in his estimation, not very. He could throw a man through ten of these walls stacked side by side without much effort, they were so hollow and flimsy, but that wasn't the point.
"Oi! Get yer asses in here an' take a look at this, aye?"