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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!) ]
audio; SH442K
[ ...and probably also why they sort of got along, Spaghetti incident aside. And here he'd been worried he was warming up to the pigs. ]
[ Still, that's not a guy to be underestimated. ]
[ Or trusted, at least until he knows him better. ]
[ Which... Squalo doubts he'll be very impressed at the moment, considering he'd been incapacitated while lusting over some weird creature in the woods, but anybody can be taken by surprise. He'd know; his job often hinges on it. ]
[ That leaves one dilemma: now what? If they have people determined to play justice here, it may not be beneficial to express any sort of sympathy to the man; at the same time he's quite confident that
Senku and Kpeople aren't going to ditch him -- especially after he's proven to be reliable -- just because some wannabe Batman tells them criminals are bad news. ][ Oh, screw this. He's gonna give RE419S exactly the respect he deserves (and probably do nothing to alleviate his idiot impression in the process). ]
Oh thank fuck, I was starting to worry he was actually a cop.
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[ That aside... For now, he's not too surprised about all that information Rust apparently procured on Salamanca -- "Ben" always seemed the type to run his mouth endlessly, so maybe he monologued about his empire of evil while tying the detective to a tree or whatever -- but there's something else that catches his attention. ]
You reckon he's gonna die.
[ Are you planning on doing it yourself, detective, or was that long description just some hypothetical information? ]
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[ Philosophical questions, seriously. Who has time for that? ]
...I see. Try to go out fighting, then.