The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

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San Fierro: Pier 69: Rugal

Rugal nodded to Slindis's remark.
"I know, just wanted to make the most of the time we had outside of these "Adventures"..." He said as he moored up the boat, hoping that the Owner of it wouldn't mind them borrowing it, but at the same time not really caring.
It was at this moment that Excalibur made his appearance and nearly threw out the bottle of Wine.
While they fought many times over the years, This was the first time Rugal encountered Excalibur in his "Human" form.
"...Dillon...Why is your sword that..."Thing"?" He asked Dillon, only for Excalibur itself to to shout "FOOL! My story begins in-"
"And I already hate your very existence..." Rugal sighed as the "Famed Blade" went on about his life story for the upteenth time.

San Fierro: Pier 69: Jenny

Jenny gladly took the bottle from Dillon after he saved it from Excalibur's wrath.
"Relieve ME of my duties. Oh, relax you big pansy! I'm always able to lend an ear to ye woes!" She answered as she refilled her glass and took another large swig, the strong wine doing a right number on her 100 pound body.
"Now...AFTER THAT DEADSHOT!" She shouted with zest as she stepped off the boat-

*SPLASH!*

...Literally...

"...I honestly thought she'd handle her liquor better..." Rugal sighed as the Pokemon began to pull herself out of the water.

On the first part of the journey...Shawn, David and Ton Ton.
Location: El Quebrados.

Shawn and Ton Ton braved the horrors that was David West driving at nearly 100MPH on the freeway as they left the city behind them.
Their rollercoaster of a ride ended as David skidded the car to a halt outside a Small Town.
There they found a dumped taxi on the side of the road with blood on the paint job and the seats inside: This was the Taxi Deadshot stole alright.
"Alright...He must have ditched it to shake us off..." David concluded as he stepped out into the hot desert air, shielding his eyes from the sun, how was it that this region had such a difference in climate in the space of a few dozen miles?

"Guys, It's West again. Found the Vehicle that Deadshot used to get away, He was nowhere to be seen though. Re-group at....errr..."El Que-Bra-dos"...And we can get a proper search party up. West out." He sent over the rings back to his partners in San Fierro.
"Christ...I'm really hoping this fucker just burns alive or something..."

Diablo1099:

San Fierro: Pier 69Location: El Quebrados.

Dillon saw a skateboard he noticed the city was a downhill slope he knew what he had to do, he grabbed the board
"WHOO"
He cranked his iPod and played a song singling along.


Excalibur had returned into sword form, he ran to catch up, he became a sword and jumped into His scabbard.
skating downhill plus using some sort odf extra propulsion allowed him to reach a high speed he had enough quick perception and reflexes to avoid any hazards.

San Fierro: Pier 69: Rugal

David looked up at the man and nodded. "That seems to be the case. Given the people that I had to deal wi-" He stopped mid-sentence, and squinted his eyes at the man. "Wait... I've seen you somewhere before... He looked him up and down, noting his shoulder-length blonde hair, that mustache, that incredibly muscular physique, then it hit him. He pointed a shaking finger at him, mouth agape.

"Y-you're Rugal! Rugal Bernstein from the King of Fighters!" David spoke fearfully. Rugal, however, couldn't tell if the student was speaking in fear, or in awe. "You should be de-" He stopped himself, recalling Caim and Angelus, who should by all accounts be dead, but aren't. Of course, he still has no idea how he's alive. Maybe he was plucked from a different timeline, or he was resurrected? David shook his head, irritated. It would probably be better if he didn't think about it. He resumed his question, rewording it a bit differently, and tried to keep a straight face. "Shouldn't you be dead? Did Orochi revive you or something?"

San Fierro: Pier 69: Rugal

Rugal shook his head as Dillon took off like he did.
"...I was also hoping that he would have matured a little..." He sighed, his former rival just as childlike as when he left him.
The second that Man-Child gets his act together... He mused, knowing that if he put his mind to something, he could do a lot.
It was then that David Ashford had his revelation on the identity of Rugal Bernstein.
"Y-you're Rugal! Rugal Bernstein from the King of Fighters!"
"...I am that man, yes...Hello?..." He remarked, confused over his sudden outburst, maybe he heard of him back during his Prime.

"Shouldn't you be dead? Did Orochi revive you or something?"
THIS got his attention.
"...Orochi?...What the hell are you on about?...Wait...Are you from one of those Author Realms?..." He asked as he finally put his shirt back on.
While he wasn't exactly wrong about him being dead (That happened a few times, for certain), There was a MASSIVE difference between him and the Rugal that David knew.

San Fierro: Pier 69: Rugal

"...Orochi?...What the hell are you on about?...Wait...Are you from one of those Author Realms?..." He asked as he finally put his shirt back on.
David, calmed down some, though still somewhat intimidated, stood up and answered his question. "...I'm afraid I don't know what those are. All I know is that where I'm from, you were a character in a fighting game series, and that you were horrifyingly difficult to fight against."

The student borrowed the series from his friend, spending a lot of time playing it in his dorm. He did alright in most of the games, except whenever he came up against Rugal. He only won a few times against him, but it was usually out of sheer luck, or letting the clock run down.

San Fierro: Pier 69: Rugal

Seeing that this wasn't getting anywhere good, Slindis stepped between the two. "Rugal, David, we need to leave now. For the complaining you're doing about that Dillon, at least he's going out to do something about this right now! And honestly, if this takes any longer, I'm going to call Lupito and head there with Teri? I'm not letting Los Santos happen again." The very clear edge in her voice showed that she was deas serious, and Caim could be seen leaping up to mount Angelus not too far from them.

San Fierro: Pier 69: Jenny

Devon just paused for a moment on seeing Dillon's moves and shook his head. "Jenny, are you sure there isn't any other illusionists here? Because that was just about the most... well, I'm lost for the exact word to use here, so how about unusual to put it mildly?" He pulled out a map of the desert and realized one small problem.

They were all on the other side of the state, and even by car it would take a while. "Anyone have Wu Zi Mu's number or some way to contact him?"

Almost as if it were a curse, Ella happened to find a truck that could get them there. Probably from one of the more affluent Da Nang boys, it looked like could get them there pretty fast. "How about I drive us there?"

Melethia immediately began shaking her head at that appeal. We don't need to get there that bad...

San Fierro: Pier 69: Rugal

David looked at her, raising an eyebrow at the mention of Los Santos. "Wait, Los Santos? Are you s-..." David stopped himself and raised his arms in resignation with a sigh. "Actually, I don't want to know. At this point, I suppose it's better not to question it." He glanced off to the side, and saw Caim with his dragon. 'Yeeeeah, probably better to shut up about it.'

He adjusted the glasses on his face and put the bag over his shoulder. He was still quite a mess, but he certainly felt better compared to before. This time, he intends to avoid making the mistake of trying to go off on his own. Better for his own health to stick with this group. "So, where are we headed then?

The Wanderer wanders. Shawn, David and Ton Ton.
Location: El Quebrados.

Hearing David speak into his ring, Shawn shrugged at both the message and the ring itself.
"Only if we were that lucky. He probably has already got someone to heal him, resupplied and got another mask on." Shawn only said as he started to walk. "I'm going to ... wander for a while. You need to contact me you send out a radio broadcast." The Wanderer said as he walked off into the town.

His plans are simple, scout he desert until he finds an anomaly or clue and if nothing happens he will wait and go to the base to meet the group. "This guy is really annoying." Shawn huffed to himself. For now he would still wear his civilian clothing in case he wanders into the law of this world.

Equipping one of his ranger pistols, he gripped it, still not knowing the answer to his question.
Instead of gritting his teeth he smiled, then stepped off the dusty road with a smile in his step.
Because he knew the answer to another question.
No one would stop him from killing evil.

With the breeze of new life inside him, The Wanderer and Courier decided to say "Fuck it." and put on his true armor.

After placing it on and starting to walk out of town, Shawn spotted a sigh with "Restricted Area" on it. Deciding to leave his mark behind he decided to draw one of his identities on it. "Courier 6".

San Fierro: Pier 69: Rugal

Slindis's sudden burst of urgency overridden Rugal's desire to know exactly what Realm David Ashford was from.
"Very well...Guess break time is over..." He sighed as Ella pulled up a truck and offered to drive.
This prompted Rugal to snatch the keys from the Succubus and state "Hell. And No. I'll drive.", clearly not wanting a repeat of last time.
At least she found a better vehicle this time... He thought as he got into the drivers seat and started it before waiting on the others to get in.

San Fierro: Pier 69: Jenny

While she was dripping wet from her "Swim", Jenny was still giddy enough to have a smile on her face.
"Ohhh...Weezee has a TV, he can watch the news...." She remarked, the ruins of the ship WERE rather noticeable.
"Still, Gimme a phone and I'll call him..."
"...Hold on...You have his number?" Rugal mused, wondering why a New York Therapist would have the number of a San Fierro Triad.
"I don't...BUT HIRYU DOES!~" She cooed, yet another secret of the Striders out in the open thanks to Jenny, but the appearance of Furiae was kinda a clue to the connection between them and the Triads.

Fast Travel to El Quebrados!

Everyone!
Location: El Quebrados.

"Alright, just watch out. You are tracking a Sniper in one of the harshest environments in the world. I don't think I need to explain the danger there..." David West warned the Wanderer as he went off into the desert alone.
Some time later, the Truck from San Fierro pulled up nearby.
"Hey, Rugal! You're Late!"
"Says the man who didn't lift a finger to help us with the Da Nang!" Rugal protested as he killed the engine and stepped out.
"...Sorry, just, Me and that Wanderer guy got a good lead and...yeah..." The Irish Sniper sheepishly said as the others dismounted.

Shawn
Location: Desert.

Not long after he started to deface that sign, movement in the corner of Shawn's eye drew his attention.
There was a Truck near his location with a pair of men smoking cigarettes beside it.
A quick Perception check showed they were packing heat with a 9mm Pistol each.
What were they doing here?

Fast Travel to El Quebrados!

Everyone!
Location: El Quebrados.

Noting that there was no time to waste, they went into the desert. *Shakes magic 8 ball of writer's block*

As he got into the desert with Jenny and Ella, Devon called out to the others. "I'm going to be searching for a group of people here. Before any of you want to start going off about misplaced priorities, try to remember that the main reason the Da Nang didn't use the tech they got was solely because of my words. To pout it shortly, I've earned some leeway here.

I'll contact you if I find what we're all looking for, but I'm doing this mainly because it doesn't need everyone on it."

SLindis certainly looked like she was ready to object, but she remembered the amount of damage that a few of those weapons had done. If the majority of the Da Nang Boys had attacked with them, there would have been far worse injuries among the group.

Melethia would have followed after the rest of the group, but she could faintly hear some very interest phrases. One of them being, 'don't try this at home? those damn libtards don't know nuthin! now let's make us a big ol' boom.'

So, while the others got ready to track down this area in the middle of the desert, Melethia did her best to sneak on the scene after purtting on some headgear to cover her eyes from the shade. This headgear also had the side effect of covering her pointed ears as well, which was something she was totally fine with.

El Quebrados: David (West)/Rugal

David watched the group split up again, taking a moment to pause and think.
Alright...I'm wounded, I'm cut off and I'm heading for a Military base...What would I do?... He asked himself as he got back in the truck and started it.
"Heard one of the locals here talk about a Ghost Town while I was waiting on ya. Out of the way, old buildings, abandoned, could he hiding out there." He said to anyone wanting to join him.

Rugal perked up at the mention of a "Ghost Town", "Las Brujas? That place is still standing? Alright, I'll come with, Mind find something." He mused as too got in the truck.
Before the Sniper took off, He noticed the Student David Ashford nearby.
"...Hey, Kid! Didn't we met in a Saloon in Gunsmoke once?..." He asked, wondering if it was the same guy.

Outside of El Quebrados: Melethia

Melethia meanwhile watched as the local idiots poured a mixture of some metal powder and metal oxide into a rusted bathtub before mixing it into a Reddish Powder.
They giggled as they lit the fuse and ran for cover behind a "Bunker" they made from large rocks.
The second the flame met the mixture, it lit up in a massive blinding fireball, the amount of the mixture used being enough to melt right through the Metal Bath tub.

Outside of El Quebrados: Jenny

"Oyyyyy...next time I start drinking, someone stop me..." Jenny groaned as the post binge drinking sickness kicked in hard, The pokemon keeled over and holding her gut as she followed Devon and Ella into the desert.
"Uhhh...Where did he say these people were again?... Marco-...Arco Della...Something?..." She asked, wishing she had picked up those heat resisting boots off Teri.

El Quebrados: David (West)/Rugal/David (Ashford)

"...Hey, Kid! Didn't we meet in a Saloon in Gunsmoke once?..." He asked, wondering if it was the same guy.

David stopped his sight-seeing for a moment to regard the man who greeted him. He moved a bit closer to the man and pushed up the glasses on his face. He squinted his eyes, vaguely recognizing the sniper.
"Did we? I can't seem to remember..." Eventually, he nodded, his eyes lighting up in recognition. "Hey yeah. Yeah, I remember you. You helped me up when I fell on that table. It's good to see you... Uh, mister...?"

Shawn
Location: Desert.

Before leaving.

Shawn simply laughed as David warned him. "Well ... you haven't seen my world. Monsters, corrupt Government factions and a hell load of radiation. I'm gonna be alright, even the aliens could not stand in my way." A smirk was pasted onto Shawn's face as he waved back as he left. He was done playing nice with his prey, now he was going to use anything and everything in his infinite inventory.

After leaving.

Seeing the men with weapons Shawn's curiosity was raised, but he was well aware that it can end well. Looking at his green armor, he had made sure it look legit before he left town, removing any evidence of Catalina's car. He even included a little gold star on the side of his helmet.

Going around the side of the two people, Shawn wanted to get closer and see or hear what they were talking about before he confronts the group.

El Quebrados: David (West)/Rugal

Slindis nodded in agreement. "Seems as good an area as any, and if the name means more than just an abandoned area, me and Teri could cover us quite nicely." She seemed in a better mood now that they were beginning to focus on a goal and got in the seat of the car as Cadolbolg and Ton-Ton went off after Devon, ella, and Jenny.

Outside of El Quebrados: Melethia

Impressive mixture. Now let's see if I can find out how it's made. Smells like rust and some other kind of metal? These guys don't look smart enough to keep gettin' it right... She focused in more as her eyesight recovered, hoping to not draw a lot of attention.

Outside of El Quebrados: Jenny

"Oyyyyy...next time I start drinking, someone stop me..." Jenny groaned as the post binge

Ella responded before way too much guessing would distract them. "I think it was Arco del Oeste, Jenny. The only problem with stopping your drinking is that you'll forget about this next time." She giggled a bit, holding back a snrk For the poor Gardevoir.

Devon decided to be a good bit noocer by trying to manipulate the air around them so it would be cooler. Unfortunately, all it did was create a breeze which didn't help too much. "So, ready to get going? They're probably feeling pretty bad right now."

El Quebrados: David (West)/Rugal/David (Ashford)

"Hey yeah. Yeah, I remember you. You helped me up when I fell on that table. It's good to see you... Uh, mister...?"

"West. David West." The man himself stated as Slindis and Teri got in.
"Might as well join us, unless you'd like to end up in another ladies room." He teased as he motioned for the Student to get in, hoping the Infamous Knack they had for finding strange people would pay off.
"Hmmmm...I was thinking I heard that voice before..." Rugal said, He was blinded back when Ashford last met the Rising Dawn.
A quick drive later, they arrived in the old town, the atmosphere alone reminding them of Gunsmoke.

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"Oh yeah...This would make a great hideout..." West noted as he stepped out and pulled out his M500, keeping an eye out for the Sniper.
"Fan out and search the area. If he's here, find him!" Rugal commanded,, just as keen to see to the end of this man as everyone else.

Diablo1099:

El Quebrados: David (West)/Rugal/David (Ashford)

Dillon arrived
"Hey rugal how bad is this guy deathstroke?"
Rugal looked at huim
"I ask because I don't like to hurt people unless they leave me no choice, if he's here I plan to capture him, and make him be held accountable but I'm not going to enforce any punishment, but if he's too dangerous then I don't see any moral issue of using my swords to subdue him then knock him out."
He kept his tone level, and clear.

El Quebrados: David (West)/Rugal/David (Ashford)

"Fan out and search the area. If he's here, find him!" Rugal commanded,, just as keen to see to the end of this man as everyone else.

David nearly went on to follow the group into the town, but paused as he noticed a bright light glaring off of the back of his glasses. Being behind the group, it seemed that he was the only one who noticed. He turned on his heels to find it's source, and saw a bright light in the distance.

"GAH! What the hell?!" David quickly shielded his eyes from the intense, blinding light. It lasted a few seconds more, before going out and leaving a rising column of smoke from what seemed to be a washtub. He moved closer to the source, his eyes adjusting. Eventually, he was able make out a few figures, two of which were a couple of yokels standing behind a pile of rocks hooting and doubling over in laughter, while the other was on a large rock, peeking out and watching them. David pushed up his glasses, and widened his eyes, recognizing the small form of the figure. "Melethia?"

He got down low and moved quickly behind the rock while the two yokels were too distracted with their "accomplishment" to notice him. He climbed up beside her and tapped her shoulder. "Hey there, sho-" David said, before he found himself off of the rock and on his back, with a badly bruised cheek. "...Ow."

El Quebrados: David (West)/Rugal

Slindis kept it brief as she watched Teri and Garm fan out down of the streets. "Los Santos is currently being overrun by the undead with only a few pockets of resistance and San Fierro was nearly consumed in an extremely violent war between two factions. As we speak, he's planning on attacking a military base and move on to attack Las Venturas.

You're free to try to take him in, but men like that hardly ever let themselves get captured unless it's part of one of their plans." Finishing the description of the situation, she began thinking out how she could better lessen the impact of range when fighting that man. After all, it would be foolish to assume she could simply walk up and take every attack from someone that has the advantage of positioning.

Outside of El Quebrados: Melethia

She held back a small laugh as she toyed around with a well-balanced purple dagger. "Ya should be more careful. These rocks are really smooth for some reason, so it's hard to keep balance. Try layin' flat on it so if that happens again, it's the feet that'll absorb the shock." With that, she made a controlled slide down the rock with the dagger acting as a makeshift brake.

"Bookworm, wanna look with me an' see what they're usin' in that compound of theirs? It's got a lotta heat from it, an' someone like me can find uses for that."

It seems she had regressed to remembering that little fact of David's...

Outside of El Quebrados: Melethia

"Bookworm, wanna look with me an' see what they're usin' in that compound of theirs? It's got a lotta heat from it, an' someone like me can find uses for that."

David's jaw twitched at the mention of the nickname, "Bookworm," but took a deep breath to calm himself. Rubbing his cheek, the student got onto his feet and dusted himself off with his free hand.
"It's David. Anyway, sure. I might as well make myself useful." He peeked on the two yokels, who were still laughing, but were in the process of calming down. "I won't have to kill anyone... Right? We can just knock them out or something... Right?"

Outside of El Quebrados: Melethia

Melethia shrugged. "Kinda hard for me to learn the mix if they're dead, ya know. I was thinkin' we'd just pick up the basics for the mix an' make sure they don't talk, but we'll knock 'em out. It won't be too hard to pull off, an' it could be a big way of thankin' them for the new idea." She looked the student over and tried to size him up again.

"Still, it won't help any if ya just get knocked out. How will ya protect yourself?"

Outside of El Quebrados: Melethia

"Still, it won't help any if ya just get knocked out. How will ya protect yourself?"
David stared at the elf for a couple of seconds, before rummaging into his bag. Eventually, he pulled out a large, dusty tome. Opening it, he revealed a hollowed inside, containing a leather belt of throwing knives, and a hunting knife with an ivory handle, tucked away in a black leather sheathe. As Melethia moved closer to examine it, he shut it and replaced it in his bag.
Rummaging around some more, he pulled out an unloaded .38 snub-nosed pistol, and a small box containing 18 bullets.
"And I also know some boxing!" He said as he returned all of his weapons. "As you can see, I am far from defenseless. I am sure that during our first meeting, that I looked like nothing but an ignorant, snooty, rich, know-it-all who couldn't even handle himself in a fight. But that's far from the truth."
David leaned against the rock, rubbing his shoulder, until Melethia's purple dagger caught his attention. He looked like a prospector who just uncovered an extremely large gold vein. "Oh~ well, well, well! What have we here? He moved to take a closer look at the weapon, a hand on his chin and a strange glint in his eye. " That's certainly an impressive-looking dagger that you got with you, Melethia."

Outside of El Quebrados: Melethia/BookwormDavid A.

Melethia looked over David's equipment and nodded. Certainly not up to her (incredibly high) standards, but it would certainly keep someone safe. "You're talking more like you needed to tell yourself that, but okay. Your stuff's certainly flashy, although I don't know why you need multiple throwing knives. After all, if your family has money, couldn't they pay for someone to make the knives return to you?"

She casually tossed her own knife a good distance away, but it returned back to her hand shortly after hitting a lizard's tail. "I mean, it's not that hard to get it done. The tricky bit is finding the right metal for it, and byeshk's certainly done right by me." Byeshk? It was hard to remember if David had seen that word in one of his books, but he'd rarely seen a blade that naturally had a purple hue.

Outside of El Quebrados: Melethia/BookwormDavid A.

"You're talking more like you needed to tell yourself that, but okay. Your stuff's certainly flashy, although I don't know why you need multiple throwing knives. After all, if your family has money, couldn't they pay for someone to make the knives return to you?"

David was snapped out of his reverie, and looked to the side nervously, toying with his amulet. "Those knives have been with us for many generations and... Well... I have my own reasons for keeping them."
Back in his home dimension, psychics aren't exactly the most loved people. They are very rare, but most of those that are around believe themselves to be above human, or were at the very least, incredibly vain. The stigma grew even further due to a particular incident with one particularly powerful psychic. Said psychic had gone on a killing spree. By the time he was put down, half a town was decimated, along with it's people. David's parents pretended that the incident never happened and had continued to push him, trying to get his powers to surface.

Those knives, gifts from his father, were made out of a special metal, one that was attuned with those with mental powers. They would vibrate at an extremely high speed, increasing their cutting ability. Coupled with the ability to manipulate them with their mind, they are that much more potent. But in David's hands as he is now, they are nothing but plain throwing knives.

She casually tossed her own knife a good distance away, but it returned back to her hand shortly after hitting a lizard's tail. "I mean, it's not that hard to get it done. The tricky bit is finding the right metal for it, and byeshk's certainly done right by me."

David stared at her, eerily silent. "You... You're a psychic?" He eventually spoke, in a near-whisper.

Outside of El Quebrados: Melethia/BookwormDavid A.

Meletia nodded in understanding. "Family heirlooms? Good enough reason to keep 'em, an' I guess they've got some stuff on 'em I've not seen, and I'd love to touch 'em up if ya think they need it. Not really sure what a psychic is, though. I never gave this blade to anyone else, but if ya wanna try it out an' give it a toss, go ahead. Ya won't mess up the blade, I promise." Surprisinglt enough, she didn't seem too worried about David's reaction. Perhaps it was because she didn't care about the implications, ot maybe she didn't know?

She handed over the blade handle-first to David so he could give it a toss. It fit pretty well in David's hand, although it was probably due to Melethia making the handle a bit longer like she did with all of her blades. Still, it didn't take David too long to find out that this wasn't made specifically for psychics.

Outside of El Quebrados: Melethia/BookwormDavid A.

David felt a surge of relief, both from Mel's dismissal of being a psychic, and when he examined the blade. There was indeed no sign of it being made from that special metal. Well, it was made out of some unique material, just not the one he was thinking of.
He flipped the knife around. He weighed it, and noted that it was lighter than what he was used to. He carefully poked the tip of the knife through his fingertip, producing a small droplet of blood. He nodded approvingly, and settled the blade of the knife into his fingers.

He looked around for a suitable target, and spotted a bark scorpion crawling about in the distance. With a flick of the arm and wrist, the knife cut through the air, and cleanly sliced the scorpion's stinger off. Within seconds, the knife came back into his hand, handle-first. He cleaned off the bit of scorpion venom and blood from the blade, wearing a small smile on his face, before returning the blade to Melethia.

"That is quite a blade! It is a bit light for me, so I had had to put more force into my throw, but the craftsmanship is immaculate! What's even more amazing is it being able to return it's the thrower," David was practically gushing praise. "You said you'd like to touch up my knives? I just might take you up on your offer. I'm quite interested to see what you'd do with them."

"Ghost Town": David (West)/Rugal

"1. It's Deadshot. Deathstroke mostly works for Corporations. 2. Slindis made my point for me. I'd rather just stop the man rather then deal with the hassle of holding onto him." Rugal explained to Dillon as he checked out the Ghost Town, recalling all the "Business" he used to do here, no one ever thinks to look around here.
I REALLY hope no one dug up the graves here... He thought as he checked out the old Sheriff's office.

"On top of that, I've know the guy, You don't want to give him the opening man. Find him, Take him down. No more Risks. We lose him here, we mightn't find him again. So don't hold back." David West warned as he checked the old town hall.
"...Guys...Think I found something..." He said as he found some old bloody bandages in the building.
"He's Close! Stay Alert!" He warned as he picked him up, they were dirty from the ground, but the blood on them was still fresh.

In the Desert, You can Remember you name... Shawn
Location: Desert: Dump Site.

Shawn managed to Sneak over to the grave diggers until he was just about able to hear them.
"Hey, how's your woman?"
"She's a ball buster. Ever since we moved to Venturas, all she wants to do... Spend, spend, spend. For Christ sakes, I got better luck on the tables."
"Yeah, I hear you. Hey, give me a hand with this guy, will you?"
"Yeah. Sure." The bantered as the Wander watched them finish their smoking break and resumed their work: Throwing a Body Bag into a hole they made.

"I mean, why'd we whack Mickey anyhow? He was a standup guy."
"I dunno, something about money."
"Oh man. What, he was on the take?"
""Nah, he was kosher. A little too kosher. That's why he had to go. he was declaring too much money, so we gotta get a new guy in. You know, I hear the Leones are lending the bosses some money."
"The Leones?! Get the fuck outta here. We hate the Leones."
"I know. That's what I said to Johnny, but he said they needed the money. So, Mickey gets capped, so we get a new guy in, who everybody bullies. Then, when he misbehaves..."
"We dig another hole." They joked as they casually lobbed the body into the grave site.

As they went on, they sounded like members of the local mob, a fact sounding accent to the both of them, not unlike the Chairmen of the Tops, but they didn't seem to have a connection to Deadshot.
Then again, they weren't exactly "Upstanding Citizens", they were dumping a body for Chrissakes!

"Ghost Town": David (West)/Rugal

While David gave his warning, SLindis stuck close to Teri to see if she could notice anything else out of place for this kind of area, namely any unusual glints or movements that weren't from any wind in the area. In addition, she subtly told Teri to get ready to cast Entropic Shield in case anything went wrong. If he's anything like a bow user, he wants either the area with the best line of sight or where he's not as likely to be noticed.

Outside of El Quebrados: Melethia/BookwormDavid A.

Melethia nodded. "I'll do that for ya the next chance I get, and maybe I could just start with a better balanced blade. It's the most important thing I did with that one, and ya musta noticed. After all, that blade's heavier than one that'd be made of steel."

As she talked, she was noticing some more movement from the two men. Maybe she could find out about that formula?

Outside of El Quebrados: Melethia/BookwormDavid A.

As Melethia and David played with knives, their presence was finally noted by the lowlifes that set off the Thermite, just after their vision returned to them after watching the blast without eye protection.
"Golly Ya'll! That was one hellva-...Hey! Who is That?!" A far caricature of a man shouted at the pair, drawing the attention of his friends.
The "Leader" of the group shouted "Oi! This here is private property!" (No it wasn't).
This was followed by another stating "Yeh, Ya'll Trespassing!" (No they weren't).
Whatever Melethia and David Ashford did or didn't do, the 5 Backyard Demomen began to make their way over to them, more then willing to show them some Bone County Hospitality. (Despite not actually being in that part of the state...)

Outside of El Quebrados: Jenny/Ella/Devon

Jenny punched Ella in the arm for that comment as they walked along.
"Okay...Moral of the story: I need to stay away from Booze..." She sighed as they climbed up the Mesa, reaching the Top of it with little fuss.
At the top of it, they found that for a desert area, it was rather...Clean, if that makes any sense.
It was as if someone dug up the sand that was there and replaced it...Why? Who Knows?

Then, Signs of life could be heard.
"zzzzzz...ohhhh Magggiie...yor the best..." groaned someone with a fairly thick Manchester Accent, it sounded like it was coming from that old "Coop" nearby...

Outside of El Quebrados: Melethia/BookwormDavid A.

Melethia looked to David then whispered to him. "Aim for the limbs. I've got a backup, so ya can go ahead an' use my throwin' knife." Since there would be a good amount of diatance, she went for her Bow in the bag and readied a few arrows, ready to aim at the feet to keep them alive if in a whole lot of pain.

Private property, huh? Well, I just wanted to see that stuff, but I won't let this Bookworm get taken out.

Outside of El Quebrados: Jenny/Ella/Devon

Ella laughed lightly. "Well, I'll try to keep you away from it even if it won't help all that much..." Still, she was trying to help the Gardevoir, even though it was a bit rude. The discussion about Ella's lack of manners would have to wait, though. After all, they'd reached the top of the Mesa.

Devon was the first one to call out. "Mates, Truth said a few friends of his needed a pickup. Are you all ready to go?" He hoped that the other members of this group were at least coherent...

Arco del Oeste: Jenny/Ella/Devon/MACCER!

The Voice groaned as Devon called out to it.
"...Eh FUCK OFF! I'm in the middle of something...." He sleepy shouted at them, not wanting to leave his dream before he "Finished up".
"Sir?...We are friends of "The Truth". He sent us here." Jenny asked as she neared the coop an-
"I SAID FUCK OFF!" Shouted the voice as Jenny got a face full of sand thrown in her face.
"'kin 'ell. I'm fucking hanging..." Sighed a Confused looking man as he picked himself up from the sand, his clothes matted with sand and things I can't meation on this forum.
"...So who the fuck are yo-..." He started until his eye's met Ella.
Or rather 2 parts of her.
The man seemed lost the world until he said "...Anyone got a Rag?..."

Arco del Oeste: Jenny/Ella/Devon/MACCER!

Ella held back a laugh as she shook her head. "What, you can tell when someone's already with a musician? Really though, get the rest of them so you won't go off and die or get trapped in a burlesque or something." Besides that rather dismissive remark, she did her best to not reward the man for his leering.

Devon grimaced at the appearance of the man and gave a lot of thought about where he should touch the Brit. After all, the clothing had a lot of spots he'd rather not touch, but the only thing that would clean him up was that spell. "Also, tell me if you see any cars in the area. I'd rather not walk all the way back with all of you in tow."

Arco del Oeste: Jenny/Ella/Devon/MACCER!

"....Eh?....What?..." Maccer asked, seeming lost and unaware of the situation, just like anyone off a massive binge would be like.
Jenny at this moment was finished spitting out Sand and still had a lot of it in her face and hair.
"The band! Don't you remember? You were out with them and a elderly man called the Truth?" She asked, Doing her best not to sound cross despite it all.
"I dunno mate...I don't recognize this part of Manchester...Are we in Chorlton?..." He answered as he looked around and scratched his head.
"...'ey! Where is Pablo?!...Our P!..." He then started saying, searching the top of the mesa for this "Pablo".
"...I don't git it. He should be 'Ere..." He puzzled as he walked over where the sand was cleaner. Something happened here, if he only knew what...

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