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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!) ]
private
Hes with me right now. Im ok. [ A record-breaking number of people have asked after his well-being; he's a little taken aback. ]
This creature, what was it watching you do? Where?
He aint mentioned nothing but Im guessing he has a taste for the finer things. Maybe something personalized, a weapon. Could have a tag or label in Spanish.
You think its safe for me to be around other people? Knowing what you do of him, knowing whats out there?
no subject
Watched us at our camp near the mountain, from the cliffs above us. One of us kept watch, the other slept, then we traded off. Nothing that warranted an audience.
[ K sends through a relatively detailed ASCII map of the area (VII.S.3) with the location of their old camp and the eyes both marked. Definitely not the cabin resident, but someone (or something) who lives higher up... ]
Realistically, I doubt anywhere on this island is wholly safe. None of us are safe. But I'm willing to take my chances with Eduardo Salamanca and what's out there to come help you if you need it.
[ And to possibly try and defuse whatever's going on between Rust and Salamanca — he does have the programmed training for such circumstances, though he keeps that to himself. Being a cop was never his choice but something that was forced on him by humans who used him like equipment, and he's hardly going to identity as one on cop hater island, but if his knowledge of hostage situations can actually serve some good here, then he'll absolutely use it. ]
no subject
You stick with what youre doing. [ The rescue mission, he means. He's not about to ask how close they are to the airfield—not on here—but it has to be close. ] And thanks for the map.
[ An underwhelming show of gratitude for something that may wind up saving his life, but you know. He's got a lot going on. ]