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nysalogs2017-10-02 07:34 pm
heraldsdawn) wrote in nysalogs2017-10-02 07:34 pm
Entry tags:
October catch all (Open)
Who: Senren Lavellan (heraldsdawn) & others
What: Sen is on the hunt for conspirators with friends and not dealing with his feelings
When: Throughout October
Where: Anywhere
Warning(s): Violence and language but that's about it
The Hunt
[ The event in the morning definitely did shake him a bit. The bomb hadn't killed anyone but the effect was more insidious than that. Sickness. A slow death. The act was so abhorrent, and just evil. If this was some kind of act of war this was a dirty way of going about it.
So, Sen is on the hunt, tracking down any of the associates of this Shady man and bringing them in. Killing them would serve no real purpose. They were more useful to them alive than dead.
He's currently in alleyway looking at the scraps of information he's managed to find so far. Perhaps with companions, perhaps by himself. Regardless, he's laying it out on a crate and looking it over. His hand rests against his chin as he thinks deeply on the facts ]
Hm...We at least know where the explosion happened. Any of the culprits could've been nearby at least to see who they got. If anything they would want to know that their poison took effect.
[He's just muttering all of this to himself. Clearly trying to keep his mind on catching these people instead of everything else.]
The Chase
[ Now, really, he had hoped they would come quietly.
Clearly, that's being optimistic when they're throwing large objects like crates, the large metal milk jugs and even whole carts at you. He's sprinting along behind the culprit weaving and ducking when he can when objects go flying towards him. It's only when he gets to a particularly dead end street that the culprit takes his chance to dive into an abandoned house.
Sen all but skids to a stop in front of the open door, a gritted look of quiet fury on his face. Going in alone would likely be a death trap, but he probably got lucky when someone decided to come along when they saw everything happen.
Sen looks to his new companion, staff gripped in his hand tightly. If this was a time to back out now it would be now, so; ]
You don't need to come in. If you want to leave now I won't blame you.
Relief effort
[ Chasing after war criminals and the like... definitely it's exhausting. Still, he couldn't rest now even though his body was telling him to rest. He knew he wouldn't be of much help finding a cure in his current state but neither would he let his body rule him right now. With so many people getting sick some families were having trouble making ends meet or even getting food.
He's making his own rounds, dropping off boxes filled with groceries with a weak smile to the families that open up. He offers them a kind word and a reassurance that the Violet sickness would be fixed soon before leaving.
However, on his rounds he seems to be carrying a little too much when he finally drops everything he was carrying. There's just a long, low sigh as he just starts rounding it all up. Though perhaps its there when someone comes across his mess of groceries strewn across the ground. Maybe help? Or stomp on an apple? Who knows. ]
Downtime
[ It's about time his body gives out from how tired he is that he can be found just sleeping on a bench in the street. His arms are splayed out across the back of the bench, his head leaned backwards as he snoozes. He's thankfully avoided getting sick but perhaps this isn't the best place to be sleeping right now. Maybe wake him before somebody decides to rob him of his shoes? ]
Wild card
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heraldsdawn) & othersWhat: Sen is on the hunt for conspirators with friends and not dealing with his feelings
When: Throughout October
Where: Anywhere
Warning(s): Violence and language but that's about it
The Hunt
[ The event in the morning definitely did shake him a bit. The bomb hadn't killed anyone but the effect was more insidious than that. Sickness. A slow death. The act was so abhorrent, and just evil. If this was some kind of act of war this was a dirty way of going about it.
So, Sen is on the hunt, tracking down any of the associates of this Shady man and bringing them in. Killing them would serve no real purpose. They were more useful to them alive than dead.
He's currently in alleyway looking at the scraps of information he's managed to find so far. Perhaps with companions, perhaps by himself. Regardless, he's laying it out on a crate and looking it over. His hand rests against his chin as he thinks deeply on the facts ]
Hm...We at least know where the explosion happened. Any of the culprits could've been nearby at least to see who they got. If anything they would want to know that their poison took effect.
[He's just muttering all of this to himself. Clearly trying to keep his mind on catching these people instead of everything else.]
The Chase
[ Now, really, he had hoped they would come quietly.
Clearly, that's being optimistic when they're throwing large objects like crates, the large metal milk jugs and even whole carts at you. He's sprinting along behind the culprit weaving and ducking when he can when objects go flying towards him. It's only when he gets to a particularly dead end street that the culprit takes his chance to dive into an abandoned house.
Sen all but skids to a stop in front of the open door, a gritted look of quiet fury on his face. Going in alone would likely be a death trap, but he probably got lucky when someone decided to come along when they saw everything happen.
Sen looks to his new companion, staff gripped in his hand tightly. If this was a time to back out now it would be now, so; ]
You don't need to come in. If you want to leave now I won't blame you.
Relief effort
[ Chasing after war criminals and the like... definitely it's exhausting. Still, he couldn't rest now even though his body was telling him to rest. He knew he wouldn't be of much help finding a cure in his current state but neither would he let his body rule him right now. With so many people getting sick some families were having trouble making ends meet or even getting food.
He's making his own rounds, dropping off boxes filled with groceries with a weak smile to the families that open up. He offers them a kind word and a reassurance that the Violet sickness would be fixed soon before leaving.
However, on his rounds he seems to be carrying a little too much when he finally drops everything he was carrying. There's just a long, low sigh as he just starts rounding it all up. Though perhaps its there when someone comes across his mess of groceries strewn across the ground. Maybe help? Or stomp on an apple? Who knows. ]
Downtime
[ It's about time his body gives out from how tired he is that he can be found just sleeping on a bench in the street. His arms are splayed out across the back of the bench, his head leaned backwards as he snoozes. He's thankfully avoided getting sick but perhaps this isn't the best place to be sleeping right now. Maybe wake him before somebody decides to rob him of his shoes? ]
Wild card
[contact me on discord ceej#1205 or plurk