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hangman is coming down from the gallows [closed]
Who: Soldier: 76 (
personalwar) & others
What: Catch-all log for October event! 76 is a fugitive, but that isn't going to stop him from digging for information. Part 2, escape and Wyver exploration!
When: October
Where: All around the dark shady parts of town, primarily in the Red Light District. Part 2, all over Wyver territory!
Warning(s): People may be trying to bring him in, so expect possible violence, language, etc!
[ This is a closed catch-all for me to put starters for any plotted threads. My plotting comment is here if you would like to do something! ]
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What: Catch-all log for October event! 76 is a fugitive, but that isn't going to stop him from digging for information. Part 2, escape and Wyver exploration!
When: October
Where: All around the dark shady parts of town, primarily in the Red Light District. Part 2, all over Wyver territory!
Warning(s): People may be trying to bring him in, so expect possible violence, language, etc!
[ This is a closed catch-all for me to put starters for any plotted threads. My plotting comment is here if you would like to do something! ]
for ocelot
His sidearm he keeps, though. He needs some form of protection for when people come hunting him down for that reward.
It would probably be smarter to completely leave the city, but 76 does the exact opposite of that. He wants to get some idea of how the empress and the royal guard are reacting to all this. He's at the palace area not to talk to anyone (that's far too risky), but to sneak around in hopes of overhearing some pertinent information.
He's dressed in almost all black, with brown boots that are more in the style of this city than anything a refugee would wear, with a cloak pulled up to mask most of his face. ]
SO SORRY COURT :'(
IT'S FINE!!! sorry for this tiny-ass tag...
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for rocket
Most of what he hears isn't that interesting. A lot of gossip without any real substance to it, a lot of anger directed towards him and the others named, and he's just about reached the point that he's going to move on, when a more familiar voice cuts through the crowd.
It would be hard to miss, and when 76 leans forward and spots a short, hooded figure halfway across the room, he knows it must be Rocket. A fellow fugitive, and one who'd have a much harder time hiding, given that he seems to be one of a kind around here.
76 rises from his table and makes his way over to Rocket, waiting for a moment when he's not actively talking to someone to make his move. He drops something (a coaster he swiped from the table) and bends down to pick it up, putting them at a similar enough height that he can get his message out and no one else will hear. ]
Meet me out back. Five minutes.
[ As promised, 76 will be waiting in the back alley, visor-less but wearing a black cloak with the hood pulled up to shield his face. Looks like they have similar ideas about how to handle being on the run. ]
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for allura
Unsurprisingly, the man is nowhere to be found, though 76 has been combing every part of the district in which he first spoke to him. He whisks his way in and out of any establishment that's open (and isn't opposed to trying to find alternate access to those they aren't), a figure in a black cloak who doesn't seem to be resting no matter how late into the night it gets.
He doesn't come off as approachable in the slightest, but that doesn't have to necessarily stop interested parties... ]
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for cayde
The thing is, he knows security is going to be extra-tight with everything going on, which means trying to get through the front door is a no go. What he ends up doing instead is scaling the side of the building to slip into one of the second floor windows, which as far as he can tell lands him in an empty hallway.
The coast looks clear at first, and he's just on the verge of thinking he's made it inside without alerting anyone, but then someone turns the corner and he recognizes it as another refugee. Shit.
Pulling his cloak up further around his head, he makes an attempt to walk past Cayde without drawing any more attention to himself. There's still a chance he can pull this off, and if not? He's prepared to leap back out the window and make a getaway. ]
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for ann
Not that anything can be done about it now. Jack doubts that anyone would believe their side of the story, even if they were to come clean with it. Maybe fellow refugees (some of them, at least) would be sympathetic, but it's the Olympian empire that would ultimately decide their fate, and he has no reason to believe they'll be merciful.
So he has to go dark again. First thing's first is changing his appearance. It's ironic that showing his face is actually what will make him harder to find, but he's seen the wanted posters, and all of them depict his visor. His clothing is the next most recognizable thing about him, so those have to go next.
He finds his way into a clothing store on the outskirts of the market district, not too close to where the bomb went off. It's a quiet place, tucked into some side street, and the person behind the counter doesn't give him any strange looks when he walks in. So far, so good.
He scans the offerings and grabs for a black cloak with a hood, turning it over in his hands. This should help him to blend in while also allowing him to hide his face...
When he hears the door open and someone else walk in, he purposefully doesn't look. No need to draw attention to himself. ]
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for allen
Which is something 76 himself should have probably done by this point, but he's always been known for his stubbornness, and he's not willing to give up the hunt just yet. Even with his own neck on the proverbial chopping block.
While it would be going a little far to call this place a casino, it is meant for gambling, most people playing various card games he doesn't recognize. The room is thick with drunken revelry, laughter or arguing, though there are some quiet corners with the more serious players.
He could try to sit in on a game, ask someone to teach him the rules, see if he can get some people talking, though for the moment he's keeping to himself and simply observing. ]
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1/2 I'm sorry, irl drowned me for a while
2/2
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for ana
Before anything else, he knows that he needs to find Ana. She'd chosen to accept the Olympians' terms, and he respects that decision, but it does mean that meeting up will be more difficult if she's been outfitted with a tracking device.
With no way to contact her, Jack has to instead rely on his own instincts. Where would Ana wait to meet him given the situation? He's pretty sure she'd find an out-of-the-way place, away from most of the action.
When he makes his way up to the Old City, he knows this will be the place. There's something cold and harsh about this part of Wyver. The people here are scraping by, and that's reason enough for most people to avoid this area.
Jack makes it to the market, weaving his way through the stalls as he keeps an eye out for a familiar figure. She'll be here somewhere, he'd bet on it. Not that he has a piece of silver to his name, right now. ]
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for crowley
Then again, this is a place that isn't supposed to be found, or to exist at all. With any luck, it will also be treated like a neutral zone of sorts. Someone already got the reward for capturing him the first time. He doubts that the Olympians will want to pay for his head again, so that's reason enough for everyone to leave him alone.
There's a lot of people who want to speak with the man in charge, and so 76 has no option but to wait his turn. He stays out of the way as much as he can. Even though he's been able to move more freely here in Wyver so far, better safe than sorry.
He's got his visor on again, though, and it glows red in the dimness of the room. Everything about his body language says 'don't approach,' but that won't stop some people. ]
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so sorry for the delay on this!
you're good!
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for reaper
While the people of Wyver don't seem too concerned with 76's fugitive status (that's an Olympian problem, after all), he doesn't want to take any chances. Living somewhere isolated is how he'd managed back home, so it seems only natural to do the same thing here.
Granted, the desert had been a little easier to navigate than the jungle, but he's confident that he and Ana can figure something out. All it will take is some scouting, and for her month of being tracked to come to an end.
The mugginess only gets worse the further 76 pushes into the jungle. Given that he's wearing a leather jacket and has his face mostly covered by his visor, it's no surprise that he's started to sweat, the little bit of skin that's exposed flushing red. All the same, the conditions don't seem to slow him down at all as he presses on. ]
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