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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 | TN811N | private
[ Senku, in the weird majority, has never really disliked Ben. Thought he was weird and maybe a little nuts, but lots of people are weird and a little nuts so whatever, right? And "Ben" was always pretty chill at him, though Senku's not a total idiot; he's aware that people got a weird vibe. But this? ]
I'll write this down, sure. Just in case.
[ He'll write it in two languages, even, though he's not sure how many people besides him and Kokichi read Japanese. Whatever, bases covered. ]
He asked me to teach him to make a telescope two days ago. I'm not threatened by him, but if he's been straight up lying to us this whole time, who the hell knows.
Pretty sure he knows I know how to make explosives. So...do the math, I guess.
[ Senku isn't scared because he's Senku, but again...not a total idiot, here. ]
private
He was keeping me around because I can track and hunt. [ Along with other, more personally detestable reasons. ] You might wanna figure out distress signals, lock down your projects. He was in contact with some callsign I've never seen on here—DN999R—bartering with one of the drones. Deal fell through, but that's how he thinks.
If he's in the habit of hunting down useful people and making them do his bidding at gunpoint, well, you're in more danger than anyone.
no subject
[ His tone never changes, but that doesn't mean he's not genuine. ]
DN999R...hm. Wonder who or what that is. Maybe one of us should try to find out.
As for me, I'm not really worried about it. There are other people at the airfield who are good fighters and they'll be on ten billion times the alert after this.
no subject
Sure, but people get injured. That or they're running off to help someone else who's been hurt. Hell, there's always a chance, slight though it may be, Salamanca dies and wakes up on your doorstep.
This DN999R, he said specifically he was interested in tech. Salamanca manages to jack a drone, there's no getting another. Even a telescope'd give him a hell of an advantage. I'm not saying you gotta stare down a gun or fight, but take whatever precautions you can with your shit.
no subject
[ He sort of agreed to take a breath about this but there's no way he's NOT going to take that raft into the sea. ]
Yeah, yeah, I'll be careful.
[ He will…not entirely do that, but you know. ]
You know I have two drones here, right? I don't think we're gonna let 'em go that easily but what does DN999R want with them? I wonder if he knows more about finding a power source than we do. That's where I'm snagged right now.