Rust Cohle (
aluminumandash) wrote in
reefnet2023-09-14 08:32 pm
Entry tags:
- assassin's creed: randvi,
- attack on titan: levi ackerman,
- blade runner: kd6-3.7 (crau),
- danganronpa v3: kokichi ouma,
- dr stone: ishigami senku,
- euphoria: maddy perez,
- homestuck: dirk strider,
- katekyo hitman reborn!: squalo superbi,
- magnus archives: martin blackwood,
- person of interest: sameen shaw,
- true detective: rustin cohle
RE419S | audio/text sent to everyone but DI481O | Night 23
[ Hours—several—after Q&A with the anonymous callsign's come to an end, Rust breaks his walkie silence for the first time since the storm. He sounds raspy-voiced but keyed up, intent. His drawl's more clipped than usual, but he doesn't rush. ]
Bout a week ago, the man who's been calling himself Officer Ben De Guzman pulled a gun on me, knocked me out when I fought back. He then cuffed me, took my shit, and up till today had me leading him around that fucking cabin to the Northeast. Ah, this included forcing me to help put together a bloody arrow, leave it out for the guy living there like some kind of a fucking love note.
His callsign's DI481O. [ He repeats it for good measure. ] Mid-forties, Mexican, six feet. Muscular build. He's got a mustache, a grey streak in his hair. He dies, he'll come back in jeans, a button-down workshirt, red bandana. He'll have sustained a gunshot wound to his left leg and he'll be limping. His gun'll have four rounds, but I don't think I gotta tell anyone how easy it is to pick up new weaponry around here.
Most of what he said on here was bullshit. As you mighta gathered.
His name's Eduardo Salamanca. He's cartel, top of the fucking food chain. Drug manufacture and distribution, wide-scale killing on his say-so. This is a powerful man used to getting his way. He's also— [ The merest pause, a huff of breath. ] obsessive. Vengeful. Prone to fixate on people he sees as having wronged him or diminished his status. Capable, too. Not a hunter, but he can survive alright on his own.
[ Another, longer pause. When he comes back some of the weariness from the past week bleeds into his voice. ] I'm gonna type all this up for you. Ah, anyone who can write it down, please do. Tell anyone you know who might not be on the walkie.
Um, I took a print of his boot—I'll see if I can't get that out there. Anyone who's talked to him recently, I'd like to hear from you. You think he might come after you, I'd like to hear about that too. I've also got some questions.
Whos hurt/how bad?
Anyone familiar with Salamanca's name?
Anyone turn up something from his world during the storm?
[ OOC: True to his word, Rust will painstakingly type up a text version of this, which will take him a good twenty minutes.
He will ALSO be monitoring Lalo's walkie for a conveniently unspecified period of time, so if you want your char to look shady, now's your chance! Reply here with a message for Lalo and Rust will intercept it. (Or ignore this if your char is too smart for such ploys!) ]
Bout a week ago, the man who's been calling himself Officer Ben De Guzman pulled a gun on me, knocked me out when I fought back. He then cuffed me, took my shit, and up till today had me leading him around that fucking cabin to the Northeast. Ah, this included forcing me to help put together a bloody arrow, leave it out for the guy living there like some kind of a fucking love note.
His callsign's DI481O. [ He repeats it for good measure. ] Mid-forties, Mexican, six feet. Muscular build. He's got a mustache, a grey streak in his hair. He dies, he'll come back in jeans, a button-down workshirt, red bandana. He'll have sustained a gunshot wound to his left leg and he'll be limping. His gun'll have four rounds, but I don't think I gotta tell anyone how easy it is to pick up new weaponry around here.
Most of what he said on here was bullshit. As you mighta gathered.
His name's Eduardo Salamanca. He's cartel, top of the fucking food chain. Drug manufacture and distribution, wide-scale killing on his say-so. This is a powerful man used to getting his way. He's also— [ The merest pause, a huff of breath. ] obsessive. Vengeful. Prone to fixate on people he sees as having wronged him or diminished his status. Capable, too. Not a hunter, but he can survive alright on his own.
[ Another, longer pause. When he comes back some of the weariness from the past week bleeds into his voice. ] I'm gonna type all this up for you. Ah, anyone who can write it down, please do. Tell anyone you know who might not be on the walkie.
Um, I took a print of his boot—I'll see if I can't get that out there. Anyone who's talked to him recently, I'd like to hear from you. You think he might come after you, I'd like to hear about that too. I've also got some questions.
Whos hurt/how bad?
Anyone familiar with Salamanca's name?
Anyone turn up something from his world during the storm?
[ OOC: True to his word, Rust will painstakingly type up a text version of this, which will take him a good twenty minutes.
He will ALSO be monitoring Lalo's walkie for a conveniently unspecified period of time, so if you want your char to look shady, now's your chance! Reply here with a message for Lalo and Rust will intercept it. (Or ignore this if your char is too smart for such ploys!) ]

HO125E | audio
[His voice is all exaggerated surprise, almost mockingly so. It's a solid cover for how tense and uneasy the lore drop leaves him. He'd had a feeling "Ben" was shady, but he doesn't like thinking about how long he was stuck with someone like that.]
cs: LO431Y; voice (1/3)
Wait. Our callsigns spell things? Oh! Oh, yours is horse! And mine...
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[He's annoyed at this universe now. Thanks.]
1/2 | text | cs: mz114c
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Ah! You're right.
I'm guessing that came from me arriving here without my boyfriend?
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It's not good to get all of ur worth from ur partner. :( Trust me. I would know.
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I totally get that!
We're not like that.
But I do miss him.
We'd been separated because of work things for a while, and we'd only just got together.
It'll be okay.
I wonder if we'll ever be able to change our callsigns.
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cw: mention of eye injury
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Don't tell me you're just catching on now! Jeez, I didn't think you were that slow!
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we were travel buddies for a while
maybe he did something unspeakable to me while we were stuck together!!
like shove his gross dirty bare feet in my face or something
lol can you imagine ╮(︶▽︶)╭
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i'm sorry
DON'T BE lol he's hilarious [1/3]
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HE412T | text
Not to sound like I'm siding with the obvious asshole here, but I picked up on that shit and it's been several centuries plus an apocalypse since the early 2000s for me.
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audio | KD201D
I've noticed several call signs are weirdly specific considering we're not able to choose them ourselves... Almost as though whatever brought us here knows something about us, maybe.
[ It certainly seemed to know what he is. ]
HE412T | text
The fact that it's only some is the bigger clue, in my opinion.
All the non-obvious ones could have some personal meaning the rest of us aren't aware of.
[He remembers this guy saying he's an android, but Dirk's also the kinda person who names his robots shit like "Squarewave", so he's not gonna jump straight to a model number.]
Alternatively, the entity in charge is just occasionally in a goofy mood.
Or there's more than one person responsible for assigning callsigns and at least one of them has a sense of humor.
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BT612L; text
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"Diablo", though. [ There's a quiet huff of what might be raspy laughter; his voice is hoarse from exhaustion and the electrical storm making him "sick" in a robotic sense. ] That sense of humour theory could be right.
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audio | TN811N
Mine is ten billion.
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But that’s weird. It’s all very weird.
private
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[ kokichi please don't make it worse ]
Hmmm...well, there were definitely certain subjects that set him off! But you're the detective and all, so I'm sure you already picked up on that.
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[ Prone to outbursts of affection as wild, as unpredictable as any flare of temper. ] What was it like with you, when he got set off?
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[Kokichi had been very cautious in that encounter, trying to avoid being left totally alone Lalo and make sure they remained within earshot of the others and shit. He's been in a death game before, okay? He knows better than he go off alone with someone who has motivation to kill him (at least, not without a plan). But instead of an attempt on his life, all he got was this grown man begging him to keep his mouth shut.]