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Post by Silas on May 21, 2007 21:46:08 GMT -5
Narrator: It has been 1500 or so years after the days of Martin the warrior and Redwall Abbey's heyday. The areas of science and technology advance in leaps and bounds, snowballing into the modern age. Beasts throw aside bow and arrow for a better, but less honorable means of fighting; the gun. This, and other things, such as computers, cars, airplanes etc... exist, providing convenience to the world. All the blank spots upon that map of the world have now been filled in, one place in which we find one of the last warriors of olden times coming to...
BIC: "Next please!" The customs clerk called out to the line of immigrants who came off the airplane. A squirrel stepped forth, carrying a backpack, rolling luggage, and a suitcase. "ID." The clerk says, holding out his paw. The squirrel digs out a wallet, and gives him the laminated card. The clerk's eyes widen at the sight of the card. "Bounty hunting?" The squirrel nodded. The clerk regained his composure, and asked the other necessary questions. After the short interrogation was over, the clerk slid the card back to the squirrel. "Welcome to Cyrex, Mister..." he paused trying to think of how to pronounce the name properly. "Rheiuven." the squirrel said, turning to his right and heading for the exit.
Outside, a grey mist hung over all, limiting visibility to 50 feet at most. The squirrel checked his wrist watch, and took the spare time to look up at the port town, the streets gently sloping up the hill from the shoreline. he came to the town for some well-deserved rest, and maybe some supplies as well. He was a bounty hunter by trade now. His financial situation forced him into it, and disturbingly he was quite good at what he did. The bus wouldn't come for another five minutes, so he set his luggage down within reach, and waited, taking all in.
OOC: Oh yes, I almost forgot. Rules are pretty loose, any weapons, almost no magic, it is certainly a rare thing... Probably only one or maybe two RPers with magic... Other than that, be creative, if you wish to partake in this thread.
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Post by Cerridwen on Jun 19, 2007 15:49:37 GMT -5
A dark figure dressed in a long coat and fisherman's cap steped up to the left of the waiting squirrel, letting a dirty and stained sea bag fall to the ground with a thud. "So what brings ye to Cyrex, squirrel?" the dark figure inquired, pulling a crumpled cigarette box from it's coat pocket. The stranger pulled a lighter from the box before tapping it twice and pulling out a cigarette and lighting it...
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Post by Silas on Jun 26, 2007 22:30:43 GMT -5
The squirrel eyed the beast warily, particularly the cigarette, before replying casually. "Came up here for some snowboardin'." He pointed at the mountains rising up behind the city roughly 30 miles away, their tops shrouded by the mist. He knew he was just lying to appear inconspicuous, but he might actually go and try it again.
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Post by InkBlot on Jun 27, 2007 11:17:20 GMT -5
Rheiuven's partner, Suzar Creio, was already in position, in the Cheverlet Corvette hardtop at the curb, waiting to pick him up. All of their gear was ready, and he was still carrying a 1911 .45 magnum in a shoulder holster, ready for any problems.
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Post by Cerridwen on Jun 27, 2007 21:20:24 GMT -5
"Ah," The stranger said with a nod, flicking the cigarette,"The sea is my calling. If ya ever need a good cap'n look me up. Shouldn't be too hard." Reaching into the pocket opposite of the one that had contained the cigerarette carten was the stranger pulled out a business card that read: Sigrun Stormrunner Charter Trips & Private Shipping Serv. Shouldering dindgy sea bag tipping it cap to Rheiuven, revealing that the cigarette smoking stranger was no more than a female sea otter, and strode down towards the shore...
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Post by Silas on Jun 27, 2007 22:12:32 GMT -5
The squirrel looked down at the card, then put it in his pocket for later reference. "Huh..." He muttered aloud as he made his way towards the corvette. He got in the car on the passenger's side, putting his luggage in the back seat. "How ye doin', Suzar?" He inquired.
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Post by InkBlot on Jun 28, 2007 9:28:08 GMT -5
"fine, Great in fact... I have all the equipment... Surveillance bugs, guns, silencers, even a few interrogation er... devices," Suzar ticked off the items on his fingers, then asked, "Who's the bounty?"
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Post by Silas on Jun 28, 2007 12:32:42 GMT -5
"Somebeast named Kevin Telan." Rheiuven took out his cell phone, opened a file on it, and handed it to Suzar. "There's the details. We should be able to see 'im around... Drugs're big in port cities."
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Post by InkBlot on Jun 28, 2007 14:40:22 GMT -5
Suzar frowned: "the bartender down at the 'Booze for Fish' Bar said something about a Telan, but I didn't think anything of it. Sez he's a major Druglord-wastes anyone who disappoints him or refuses to pay"
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Post by Cerridwen on Jun 28, 2007 17:27:10 GMT -5
When it came to getting around Cyrex, Sigrun generally walked wherever she was going. None of the local punks dared bother her and in general she had earned a healthy amount of respect from everyone for being the only female captain. That was everyone but some punk named Kevin Telan, he still had an outstanding bill to pay for some cargo he had her pick up. Sigrun never did care much for his attitude. It felt good to be near the sea once more, she'd been gone for a month to visit some friends inland. Striding along the docks Sigrun stopped for a little while at Pier 16 where her boats were moored. She was well enough off to be able to afford two. The first was a 30ft sailboat called Windjammer VIII the second as a 86ft sea going light cargo ship called Wave Knife. The Wave Knife was Sigrun's pride and joy, it had the most up to date technology that she could get hold of. Once content that both of her craft were still in good order she continued on to the old warehouse turn appartment complex that she called home. There she dropped off her sea bag and continued on to one of her favorite haunts, the 'Booze for Fish' Bar to catch up on what had happened in the month that she had been gone...
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Post by Silas on Jul 1, 2007 21:44:06 GMT -5
The squirrel was suprised to have a lead on the target so soon, but then decided that Telan might not be all that smart. "Let's go pay 'im a visit, then." He replied, putting a paw on the grip of his pistol, hidden in a shoulder holster. It was also a 1911, but it was modified, the only one of its kind to sport a split slide for the faster cycling of cartridges and reduced recoil so he could stay on target. Rheiuven knew that was very important when hunting down the world's scum.
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Post by InkBlot on Jul 9, 2007 10:19:07 GMT -5
Likewise, the 1911 holstered by his shoulder was modified to hold more rounds, reduce recoil, and fire fully automatically and semi-automatically at the flick of the safety switch- unusual indeed for a pistol. Then again, his magazine held 12 rounds, but when he had that function on, a 'gangster clip' that held well over 50 rounds was the feed. Suzar wordlessly stepped on the pedal, sending the Z06 twenty MPH over the speed limit. No matter- all the cops in the area were either dozing or eating donuts in their patrol cars. Less than ten minutes later, they were pulling up at the bar's parking lot.
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Post by Cerridwen on Jul 10, 2007 15:53:53 GMT -5
Sigrun had not been at the bar for long before she heard the roar of a car pass the bar and pull into the lot next to it. "Havin' problems with the local punks again, Bill?" She asked before taking another swig from the bottle of Grey Mist lagger that she was working on. "Nah, just the usual problems with that punk Kevin Telan but I doubt that's him. Sounds more like the car of the guy who was in here earlier. Liked to drive too fast." Bill said nonchilauntly...
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Post by Silas on Jul 10, 2007 18:24:51 GMT -5
Telan, with his gang of ten or eleven beasts, were at the back of the bar, most of the gang hidden for security purposes, the egocentric weasel sitting in a booth near the back room door, which doubled as a bolt-hole if things got dicey. Telan gulped down some alcoholic beverage, waiting on a contact.
Outside, Rheiuven checked his pistol's chamber and pulled back the slide, making a fearsome all-metal chink sound. He put the weapon back in its holster and nodded to Suzar.
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Post by InkBlot on Jul 11, 2007 9:58:18 GMT -5
Suzar returned the nod, gave Rheiuven an earbud and lapel mike, grabbed some surveilance equipment, and went into the small group of trees across the street from the bar. There was no need to check his 1911 or rack the slide. It was semi-automatic, and unable to fire unless the button alon the back of the weapon was pressed at the time the trigger was pulled. He had already cleaned it in the car before meeting Rheiuven. He had a bunch of equipment, some cameras and 'scopes', along with a few long-range mikes, only picking up sound from the direction they were aimed in. "Rheiuven, I got a positive on the target, he's there with a few of his friends and cronies, drinking plenty. A bit less than a dozen, judging by the addition of the poorly hidden ones. Tune in to the bossman's converstion?"
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