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2019-11-04, 06:55 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Cartels, Cigars, Conspiracy: A Hunter The Vigil Game
Winona raised an eyebrow.
"Are you sure it wasn't some other order he was interested in? Maybe some more spooky masks? I dunno, I have kinda a hard time believing that this guy could get so cut up about, like... This."
She held up a T-shirt that had a green chili and a red chili carefully positioned at breast level, with a comic sans slogan underneath saying "Which do you prefer?".
"Can I have this one by the way? It's perfect."Last edited by Garjel_blah; 2019-11-05 at 02:29 AM.
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2019-11-05, 05:12 AM (ISO 8601)
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The shopkeeper looked a little tense. He hesitated to say anything for several seconds.
"Yeah, it does seem a little strange, John." James pressured onto the shopkeeper.
He gulped before saying. "Listen, I can't talk about it here. 8 pm, corner of Poplar and Iron."
"I'll be coming as well."
John looked alarmed but said nothing instead focusing on Winona. "Oh, that's a very popular shirt actually. Of course, just help me get the register and everything back up and we'll be able to give it to you for a cheap fifteen dollars."I prefer a keg of beer!
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2019-11-05, 07:38 PM (ISO 8601)
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"I'll agree to that," said Winona, removing a worn My Chemical Romance wallet from her pocket and thumbing out a trio of Honest Abes for the shaken shop keeper.
"You boys can find me in the changing room," she told James and Tomás, sauntering off. You could just distinguish the artificial camera clicks through the door, as she updated her followers on the newest wardrobe addition.Last edited by Garjel_blah; 2019-11-05 at 07:39 PM.
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2019-11-09, 05:43 AM (ISO 8601)
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"Please, John. Would you mind leaving us for a bit." The woman in black said.
"You do look a bit queasy, old buddy. Fresh air could do you some good. Go on lunch, I hear the tacos down on eighth are pretty good." James subtly manhandled the shopkeeper putting a strong hand on his shoulder as he started walking him out.
"But, I can't just leave my shop in this condition.
"Don't worry, we'll clean it up for you, no worries. Come on, I went to high school with you John. I wouldn't pull a fast one on you." The shopkeeper looked concerned but continued out the door. Most likely due to the much larger James pushing him.
The woman in black waited patiently as John left the store. "... My name is Mary Marfield, Second ranking member of the Tribulation Milita Fifth Pentecostal Branch. So," She made her way to the large crack in the wall. "We know that thug wasn't a vampire, but he's certainly not one of God's Children. Does anyone have any other guesses?"
"Titus report any Werewolf activity lately?"
"Not since four months ago. Though that doesn't mean we should rule the Lupine out."I prefer a keg of beer!
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2019-11-09, 08:37 AM (ISO 8601)
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Tomás placed a hand on his chin, thinking.
"When he... Did whatever he did, cracking the wall... Did he transform, or look... Inhuman, in any way? Because otherwise," he added, pushing up his glasses. "We can probably scratch the "werewolf" theory."
He looked puzzled for a moment.
"He also kinda smelled of dirt, didn't he? But that could mean any number of things..." He trailed off, gaze lost in the distance.
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2019-11-09, 05:25 PM (ISO 8601)
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Mary shook her head. "No, he didn't transform in any way. At least none that I could see. My guess for the dirt is that he was digging graves, given his outfit."
"Well... ****, that leaves a lot of options open. He was covered up, but he looked human enough... Enhanced human perhaps?"
"That doesn't exactly narrow down the list though. That could mean any number of things, dark rituals, vampire blood, cultist, hedge mage, a particularly uncreative Awakened if we're really unlucky. He could be the lackey to a number of different beings."I prefer a keg of beer!
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2019-11-09, 05:36 PM (ISO 8601)
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"His name was Calvera." Paul interrupted as he grabbed a flask of whiskey he had in his pocket. "He told me that when I asked him, does that name ring a bell?"
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2019-11-10, 02:02 AM (ISO 8601)
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"Calvera's the name of an Old Western Villian. He gave you a fake name." James said
"Or he's going by a fake name. What with being a criminal and all."I prefer a keg of beer!
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2019-11-11, 07:24 AM (ISO 8601)
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There was a bit more back and forth as everyone set to work cleaning the place back up. About thirty minutes passed by without much incident other than a callous remark to Winona about her outfit from Mary. Mary's recount of events wasn't much help to find out what happened. By her account, Calvera walked into the shop and was belligerent to any questions before he went to the back with the shopkeeper and after about half an hour came shouting through the door as he backed John into a corner saying something about him ****ing him over before John said that it wasn't possible to get the shipment there on time. That was when Calvera ripped the desk out of the ground and threw it at the shopkeeper... Obviously he missed.
As things wrapped up everyone got back into the truck and trailed off into the outskirts of town stopping at "Ralph's Reptile Restaurant" a large neon sign of a green lizard drinking a bottle of corona hanging out of a window. It was a well-worn bar the floorboards heavily scuffed and rebuffed in several different places, it was rather large with a couple of pool tables that usually had four or five people surrounding them at any time. James stopped at the bar and started ordering drinks for everyone, the bartender who you presumed was the titular Ralph, he was a jovial man that was quick to a joke. Though perhaps not as funny as he thought himself. As James had everyone run through a couple of security hoops, Ralph pulled out his keys and had everyone step through a door titled "VIP section" as everyone walked into a well-lit hallway, drinks in hand the door could be heard locking behind them.
"Don't worry, it's just to make sure no one stumbles in on something they shouldn't," James said as he showed them down the hallway to the right room. "If you ever need to get out of here in a hurry it's two lefts than a right to the outside, It's two rights and a left back to the bar with the key inside the Russian doll to get back. Just one right to the bathroom."
The room they walked into looked like... Well, a real hunting lodge. Large comfy chairs and polished wooden tables set up in various locations. A taxidermied bear stood not far from an unlit fireplace, and the walls were lined with trout and deer. Two helpful signs pointed where to put your trash and where to put your dishes.
The main hub of activity was five people who seemed engaged in some sort of debate. A large and burly tattooed woman seemed the most active debater, she was wearing a floral sundress that showed she had tattoos all down her arms, back, and down just below her knees. The dress itself didn't seem to fit her very well, and her intimidating appearance gave her the look of a bear being stuffed into a business suit. Near her stood two men, a dark-skinned man with black hair wearing a flannel shirt and a denim vest with a pocket bible strapped to his belt, he wore a baseball cap with a feather pinned to its side. And a man in an immaculate black business suit but with unkempt long dark a prickly looking stubble, he seemed mostly uninterested in the happenings going on around him.
Across from the tattooed woman sat a woman that despite the blistering heat outside looked like she stepped out of a Dark Academia Aesthetic board wearing a turtleneck, Oxfords, and a thick plaid skirt. She sipped on red wine and seemed to be trying to patiently explain something to the others in the group. Near her stood a man a large man in a white button-up and a red tie, he had a pistol holstered at his hip. It was immediately recognizable as a police holster and Blart would recognize the man immediately as Captain James Brenton head of the Arson division in Las Cruces having already made a name for himself as having a remarkably high success rate for an arson division. Which is to say a still rather low success rate.
A woman called out to Winona "Hey, bitch!" She shouted in a friendly way, blowing out a cloud of smoke from her vape with a couple of neon lights on the side. Everyone looked mildly annoyed. It was Vicky Torbin, The "Null Synper". A friend of Winona that shared an equal interest in the macabre and scene culture. She was more of a rave kid of course, but she and Winona bonded a lot over talking about how annoying their online followers could be, herself running a cam job on the side. "Saw some of your posts and decided to swing by on my way to a contact."
A mousy balding man sat in the corner. He looked awkward and out of place and honestly on the verge of going into a crying fit any second.Last edited by Demonjazz; 2019-11-11 at 08:23 AM.
I prefer a keg of beer!
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2019-11-16, 05:00 PM (ISO 8601)
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"Anyway kids I'm going to go drinking for little bit, I've had a rough day of doing nothing. " Paul told the others before he turned to go to the bar. "Excuse me sir I would like a fresh pint of your best alcohol." He asked the bartender.
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2019-11-17, 12:19 AM (ISO 8601)
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"Ooh sup babe," Winona greeted Vicky, walking while plucking at her new shirt. "Yeah isn't this so cute?"
She leaned in to hug the other hunter, taking a long pull on the glittering vape when offered. Then she said, in a lower voice, "I got it at that little shirt place in town, I was seeing a contact of my own there actually."
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2019-11-17, 02:45 AM (ISO 8601)
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Ralph looked at Blart, a bit strangely. "My best alcohol doesn't come in pints, and it's been aged so it ain't fresh either." Ralph poured a double scotch for him. "That'd be sixteen dollars."
"I know, the shirt's not really my style, but it's like totally killer on you." When Winona mentioned a contact. Vicky looked excited. "Can't wait for your next livestream, babe. Got any idea what you're going after? Cause like if you got any deets, I could probably get some low down if they've got a digital footprint."
Meanwhile, inside the VIP Room, the debate that the five people were having could be better made out. "I'm not saying that the supernatural doesn't exist. It's just the belief in this matter has nothing to do with the belief in God. It just doesn't hold up to scientific scrutiny, and we sustain judgment until it does." The woman in the turtleneck said, the unmistakable words of someone from the Null Mysteriis.
"Come on, I know you've seen some real Old Testament **** before. Possession, demons, witches, pillars of salt." The tattooed woman said. "You can't deny that there's some truth in that."
"I mean there's also truth in other holy texts... And Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Slayer." The Captain said awkwardly.
"Exactly. Basing all of your hunting off one book is simply reckless." The woman said between a sip of wine. "After all, just because I believe in vampires doesn't mean that I'd believe in extraterrestrials."
"Oh, aliens have visited Earth." The disinterested man in a business suit said. "It was an awful sight. Seeing them gasp for air as the Men in Black came rolling in."
"Wait are we implying that Lincoln killing vampires is real or just the existence of vampires?" The man with a feather in his cap asked.
"I mean, honestly. I think at least half of the Presidents had to have been Hunters." Captain Brenton said.I prefer a keg of beer!
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2019-11-17, 10:10 AM (ISO 8601)
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Tomás simply walked up to the central group and started listening in, quietly and somewhat awkwardly, but with clear interest in his eyes.
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2019-11-17, 05:24 PM (ISO 8601)
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Winona smirked, exhaling smoke.
"Well," she began slowly, "he's a boy. I think, hard to tell with these things. Called himself Calvera, but it was to our face so probably just a scary pseudonym. Nothing obviously screwy with his appearance. Big guy. Masked his face with a skull patterned bandana and sunglasses under a hoodie. Some kind of tattoo on his right hand but I didn't get a good look at the design."
She paused for dramatic effect.
"He also cracked a brick wall by power-yeeting a desk at it. A bolted down desk. Only way we know he's even supernatural honestly, no one's that big."
She paused again, this time genuinely.
"Oh yeah, my new pet nerd," Winona indicated Tomás, who she saw was now loitering awkwardly at the fringe of the debating group, "said he thought this guy smelled like dirt."Last edited by Garjel_blah; 2019-11-17 at 05:25 PM.
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2019-11-17, 05:29 PM (ISO 8601)
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"I'll take it." Paul yelled as he slammed his money onto the table "Now bring it here."
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2019-11-18, 03:08 AM (ISO 8601)
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"I mean, to start with. I haven't seen any creatures be hurt by the power of faith or any blessed objects. So you're Sacred Book obviously has some holes in it."
"Your research obviously has some holes in it. Ghosts, spirits, demons. I've seen all of them be affected by those things."
"Have you? Have you seen all of them be affected? Or could it be that you've seen a select group that is affected by some sort of unknown attribute of these things."
"Proof of some is proof enough." The man in the feathered cap said coldly. "We've seen holy water eat through the flesh of a demon before. That demon was biblical." He emphasized each word of his last sentence.
"A little faith goes a long way." The Captain said "It's possible that faith itself has a supernatural quality to it for some creatures. It'd explain how various cultures have been able to fight off spirits, and even things like lucky objects."
The woman sipping her wine made a huffing sound. "More likely that people attribute their faith to their victories than the other way around. My research suggests that the more likely explanation is that whatever force animates these non-corporeal or semi-corporeal beings to be able to exist or access multiple realities or state of being has some sort of negative effect in our current state. This effect manifests in the form of 'weaknesses' or 'banes'. Simply put various objects or rules seem to have an ability to restrict their access to The Supernatural Force which can manifest in aggressive wounds to their body, lack of access to the traditional atomic space or removing preternatural defenses. These 'banes' though seem to manifest unpredictably among creatures that live in what we may call the 'spirit realm'. Demon-like creatures, ghosts, etc. This is how certains phrases, words, or objects such as salt or yes, blessed water may have an effect."
Vicky quickly wrote down a couple of notes on a burner phone and then shut it. "Yeah, that's actually a pretty decent lead, I've definitely worked with less. Assuming his clothes weren't used for normal occasions the dirt could suggest his cover job has something to do with gardening or his crimes have got something to do with graves. Did you get any photos of him or the guys he was with though?"
Ralph slid the drink over to Blart. "Knock yourself out."I prefer a keg of beer!
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2019-11-18, 04:26 AM (ISO 8601)
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"I was kind of hoping the dirt smell could mean that he's a zombie or something. Like freshly crawled from the grave. That'd be fun."
Winona considered a moment.
"I didn't get any photos myself... Kinda sloppy, yeah. Although in my defence, if that guy'd seen me with a camera then I don't think I'd have made it here. I can try to get some CCTV. We're meeting the owner of the desk tonight for a little talk..."
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2019-11-18, 06:23 AM (ISO 8601)
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Vicky put a hand on Winona's shoulder. "Like... Babe, I'm gonna level with you. I'm pretty sure that zombies like... Don't exist. I mean like, there were those guys who saw a dude jump off a building and leave unharmed and went a little insane afterward, and like Eddy said that he saw someone rise from their grave, but come on, he was like almost passed out drunk when that happened. I'm 90% certain that zombies don't exist." After that heart to heart talk, The Nullsynper exchanged a couple of different burner accounts and phones.
"And hey, Interrobang is gonna be playing in Albuquerque in a month, I'll send you some free tickets in the mail when we start selling!"I prefer a keg of beer!
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2019-11-18, 08:51 PM (ISO 8601)
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Winona beamed warmly.
"Aww thanks so much! I can't wait. You guys are so amazing live. Thanks Vicky, you're the best."
The DJ left Ralph's, and Winona's smile flat-lined. Blart was sipping his fresh pint of alcohol when she appeared at the counter next to him, fuming.
"****ing Vicky. What a ****ing bitch. What does she know about zombies? There could be real zombies out there! I've seen footage. Oooh babe I'm gonna level with you, just, like, shut the **** up. Fugly slut. Your band sucks."
She glanced up at the available drinks, then at Blart's order.
"Jesus Christ boomer, $16? You have to sell an investment property for that? Oh yeah, James is buying. Nice. Hey, can I get what he's having?"Last edited by Garjel_blah; 2019-11-18 at 08:52 PM.
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2019-11-22, 04:15 AM (ISO 8601)
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Paul looked at his partner as he put down his drink. "First of all this is my alone time. Second of all when did I say I was paying for your drink? thirdly why are you so hyper we've been traveling all day. Fourthly I'm pretty sure you're not old enough to drink, fifthly please don't use outdated memes on me, it makes you come off as trying too hard. And lastly watch your language."
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2019-11-22, 05:02 AM (ISO 8601)
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"Ah, well personally she seemed fine to me," Ralph said pouring another double scotch from his top-shelf. "She did play her music a bit too loud, and I've never really been a big fan of vape, but fine otherwise."
Meanwhile, inside the VIP room. The other members of the debating group seemed to have some... General understanding of what the woman with her wine was talking about, but it was obvious that she was kind of losing them on the details. "I mean... So you have no explanation for why blessed water has an effect on some demons." The tattooed woman said.
The academic pinched the bridge of her nose. "No, that's not really what I was saying-"
"I mean you said they developed at random, but what makes you think that there aren't just certain groups of spirits that develop certain banes." The man in the feathered cap said.
"Which could mean that all demons are biblical, you're just bad at categorizing." The man in the suit said.
"Hey now. Give the little lady some time to speak." The Captain said.
The woman gave a rude look to being called a little lady but continuned "Thank you, James. As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted." She took a large swig of wine. "According to reports, there are certain classifications of non-atomic life forms. Though they'll often imitate each other, and can become quite vague at the boundaries. But we've gone into a tentative three classification system. Though there are of course alternative methods. Life forms that either have or appear to have the memories of the deceased, Ghosts. They tend to develop weaknesses or banes related to their past life and are often anchored to objects or places. They're the ones that we must understand of course. Hauntings are a dime a dozen nowadays. Fairly cut and dry distinction most of the time.
The other two though, are far more... Vague. We've had to rely a lot on more anecdotal evidence. But there seem to be creatures that embody human ideas. Most likely related to something similar to the idea of the Noosphere. Though not nearly as barbaric, and simpleton. Simply put, it seems that human thoughts release a form of energy which the creatures of this realm are susceptible too, certain high-level ideas having more power in this realm and affected the growth of these so-called 'spirits'. They obviously develop banes related to these high-level concepts they embody.
Lastly, though whether this is a true distinction or not can not be truly said. There are so-called 'demons'. I certainly do not believe there is any true distinction here, but that is the consensus at the moment. This is primarily due to accounts by supposed 'Ghost Walkers' Who supposedly have walked into the 'Underworld'. Deluded creatures who think that there's some sort of mystical afterlife where these creatures dwell. No, obviously the demons are just the embodiments of religious ideas. Spirits that know how to make a man quake in their boots by putting on shiny red horns."
There was a moment of silence. "So you're saying that there's an afterlife, and there are demons in it. " The three Long Night members said.I prefer a keg of beer!