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reefnet2023-09-14 08:32 pm
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!) ]
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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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Leet was a thing when I was a tween.
I try to block out a lot of those years.
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I thought it was interesting.
Guess the lived experience is different.
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I don't know how else to describe it.
I don't mind being sort of cringey with nostalgia.
Retro things are cool!
Just... retro for me would be stuff from the 50s or 60s.
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You have to embrace the cringe.
It'll set you free.
Too many people are enslaved by other people's opinions and the mainstream concepts of what's cool and what's embarrassing, but to be truly cool is to genuinely not give a shit what anyone thinks.
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I can't tell if you're 16 or 60.
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I’m extremely not-cool, but I’ll keep that in mind.
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Sometimes it's just about being a decent person, you know?
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Thank you.
I think you really are cool.
I shall take your wisdom, wise sage! c:
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[ oh my god does he try ]