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revivalproject2021-05-14 12:24 am
deal_me_in) wrote in revivalproject2021-05-14 12:24 am
♤ There's a Method in His Madness
WHO: Cayde-6 and yooou
WHERE: Around this weirdo city
WHAT:Getting into trouble Trying to track down people he knows
WHEN: Mid-May
WARNINGS: N/A
Arson
We'll both have to do something separately. Each should try to get the attention of one of those groups or try to find others that remember Temba. It had sounded like a decent plan to Cayde. The question had just been the what. He supposed vandalizing Stark's place was out of the question, not to mention the security he'd have to avoid. The same probably goes for the other big-name buildings. Who's this Djarin anyway?
In the end, the only casualty is a billboard. That had been a slight mistake on Cayde's part, having underestimated how quickly one would catch fire, and he only hoped at least something of that by now trademark Agrii face he'd traced out had been seen before the rest of the board had been caught up in flames.
The second attempt had been bolder, down a street and done at late hours when traffic was near non-existent. Few witnesses would say they'd seen a hooded figure running about the middle of a street for the length of a block. Just before he vanished, the street was lit up in flames. Images taken from above street level would see the message better, a fiery, strange message by someone who obviously couldn't spell:
DON'T FORGET, HE ROWS
((OOC: Not actually a prompt Cayde will be responding to so much as a 'here's a thing he did' but reactions are welcome! Unless someone wants to catch him leaving the scene of thecrime message. If so, only one taker please!))
The Super Sleuth..?
The newspaper he'd borrowed from Echo had shown him some interesting things, and not just Captain America in a tree trying to rescue the cat Cayde had also borrowed. Obviously after that strange alien invasion the other day, it's probably safe to assume that this city is anything but normal- aside from the fact that it probably shouldn't even exist. He'd seen Ikora blasting aliens with void magic. The Soldier had suddenly taken on some hero roll and seemed downright chipper about it. And then there were other names floating about in articles that got him thinking.
Hopefully Echo doesn't expect this paper back. It's got circles around names in headlines and things. Names of local heroes (he rows?) and vigilantes.
"Oh yes, Cayde, you are so very clever," he tells himself as he folds the paper up while he crosses a street. Which he totally has the right of way! The hand thingy's not flashing yet! It's the truck's fault for having its brakes go out as it comes down the sloped street, horn blaring as it lurches this way and that in the driver's effort to shave off some speed but it's still coming rather fast. "-seriously?"
Warlock Hunt (For Lark and Ikora)
Spending time thinking and reminscing about Ikora to, what was it- acclimatize the wool thread he'd bought had been extremely strange and borderline creepy in his opinion, although it had also been a sobering suggestion of what could easily just be gone if whatever was going on in this city continued. Cayde had given Lark the thread once she was ready to work with it, eager to see how things panned out with this magical map she said she could create. And he had not been disappointed.
"So does that work with like...objects too or just people?" he asks as they set foot into the library. That map trick had worked spectacularly, and Cayde being one who liked his paper maps had bought a city one just to match up with the one Lark had woven. He'd almost smacked himself in the head. Where else would a Warlock be in a city?
"Let's see. Do we ask for Miss Rey...?" he wonders aloud even as he tries and fails to stifle snickers at that. He wonders if Ikora's ever been called 'Miss Rey' in her entire Guardian life.
Wildcard
((OOC: Want his 'sleuthing' to have him end up where your character is, provided he might have seen a hero name in a paper and took a guess at who they might be if it seemed obvious to him, or if they had their own names come up in it!...oh gosh is he gonna get kicked out of the newspaper office too...))
WHERE: Around this weirdo city
WHAT:
WHEN: Mid-May
WARNINGS: N/A
Arson
We'll both have to do something separately. Each should try to get the attention of one of those groups or try to find others that remember Temba. It had sounded like a decent plan to Cayde. The question had just been the what. He supposed vandalizing Stark's place was out of the question, not to mention the security he'd have to avoid. The same probably goes for the other big-name buildings. Who's this Djarin anyway?
In the end, the only casualty is a billboard. That had been a slight mistake on Cayde's part, having underestimated how quickly one would catch fire, and he only hoped at least something of that by now trademark Agrii face he'd traced out had been seen before the rest of the board had been caught up in flames.
The second attempt had been bolder, down a street and done at late hours when traffic was near non-existent. Few witnesses would say they'd seen a hooded figure running about the middle of a street for the length of a block. Just before he vanished, the street was lit up in flames. Images taken from above street level would see the message better, a fiery, strange message by someone who obviously couldn't spell:
((OOC: Not actually a prompt Cayde will be responding to so much as a 'here's a thing he did' but reactions are welcome! Unless someone wants to catch him leaving the scene of the
The Super Sleuth..?
The newspaper he'd borrowed from Echo had shown him some interesting things, and not just Captain America in a tree trying to rescue the cat Cayde had also borrowed. Obviously after that strange alien invasion the other day, it's probably safe to assume that this city is anything but normal- aside from the fact that it probably shouldn't even exist. He'd seen Ikora blasting aliens with void magic. The Soldier had suddenly taken on some hero roll and seemed downright chipper about it. And then there were other names floating about in articles that got him thinking.
Hopefully Echo doesn't expect this paper back. It's got circles around names in headlines and things. Names of local heroes (he rows?) and vigilantes.
"Oh yes, Cayde, you are so very clever," he tells himself as he folds the paper up while he crosses a street. Which he totally has the right of way! The hand thingy's not flashing yet! It's the truck's fault for having its brakes go out as it comes down the sloped street, horn blaring as it lurches this way and that in the driver's effort to shave off some speed but it's still coming rather fast. "-seriously?"
Warlock Hunt (For Lark and Ikora)
Spending time thinking and reminscing about Ikora to, what was it- acclimatize the wool thread he'd bought had been extremely strange and borderline creepy in his opinion, although it had also been a sobering suggestion of what could easily just be gone if whatever was going on in this city continued. Cayde had given Lark the thread once she was ready to work with it, eager to see how things panned out with this magical map she said she could create. And he had not been disappointed.
"So does that work with like...objects too or just people?" he asks as they set foot into the library. That map trick had worked spectacularly, and Cayde being one who liked his paper maps had bought a city one just to match up with the one Lark had woven. He'd almost smacked himself in the head. Where else would a Warlock be in a city?
"Let's see. Do we ask for Miss Rey...?" he wonders aloud even as he tries and fails to stifle snickers at that. He wonders if Ikora's ever been called 'Miss Rey' in her entire Guardian life.
Wildcard
((OOC: Want his 'sleuthing' to have him end up where your character is, provided he might have seen a hero name in a paper and took a guess at who they might be if it seemed obvious to him, or if they had their own names come up in it!
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Memories bubble up, none of them good, but all of them there and vibrant enough to be real. Richie blinks at the surge of them and shakes his head a little, clearing it away to refocus on Cayde and what he was saying.
"Yeah... I mean. You found a lot of people already. And..." He pauses and thinks deeper. "You know... I don't know that I can remember having really meaningful talks or interactions or whatever with many people. It's you, Eddie, and maybe like two other folk that are probably from this place, too. I wonder if we're just drawn to 'real' people?"
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It's the pick-me-up he needs. He's had more misses than hits for people even relatively familiar with anything he's tried to explain and it's been wearing at him.
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"Okay. Okay, so...There are other people around here and some remember and some don't. And we've only been here a little while. Did...something happen? Something had to have caused this, right? Is it the alien things who kidnapped us?"
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He wishes he had more to go off of than that. Magic is really out of his territory. "I got a friend, Ikora? She's down at the library. I figure it's easier to direct people there, a little meet-up hub. We're trying to work things out, find others."
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"Okay," he says with a nod. "I mean. I don't know if I am going to be any help for you, but I can at least show up and try to help work things out. I mean, who knows? Maybe this is all because someone needs a nap and I'll save the day!"
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Cayde grins. "After all this I could totally go for a nap. But hey, you never know. And maybe the more faces around in one place that are supposed to be familiar, the more it'll help jog more memories." And the more brains they have on this case, the closer they'll get to breaking out of this not-quite-illusion.