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Post by Cynic on Mar 25, 2019 20:34:44 GMT -8
Cynic's eyes halfway shut in annoyance before he throws his hands up and begins walking the way they had been going. He has no idea where this settlement is.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Mar 25, 2019 20:46:19 GMT -8
Cynic chooses... correctly dammit, it isn't long before he sees the settlement. He is atop a small hill looking down at the settlement.
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Post by Cynic on Mar 25, 2019 20:54:23 GMT -8
Cynic lowers himself in a crouch to get a feel for whats going on, inspecting the area and the settlement for any sign of what may have happened or is happening with BK's scouts.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Mar 26, 2019 0:08:27 GMT -8
Cynic would note that there seemed to be a crowd of people just outside the settlements front gate. But without getting closer or a pair of binoculars, he couldn't tell what was happening.
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Post by Cynic on Mar 26, 2019 16:52:23 GMT -8
Cynic would take off his gas mask and place it at his feet, before letting down his hood and walking towards the gathering. Being as casual as he could.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Mar 26, 2019 21:12:57 GMT -8
As Cynic got closer he would see people surrounding the corpses of a few men. Cynic would recognize them as being the missing scouts.
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Post by Cynic on Mar 26, 2019 21:30:29 GMT -8
Cynic would make no noise or gesture besides to get closer and try to listen to the people to see if they were saying anything, or look at the corpses to see if they had any markings or reason for death.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Mar 27, 2019 11:43:16 GMT -8
The people were primarily trying to figure out who these people were and where did they come, what did they want.
Cynic's brief examination of the bodies didn't reveal any signs of how they might've died. A closer inspection would be needed.
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Post by Cynic on Mar 27, 2019 21:40:45 GMT -8
Cynic would sigh to himself as he hated situations like this. He would turn his head and spew his toxic breath to the side, before bumping some people and frantically pointing.
"Oh shit! Poisonous gas!"
Cynic would take a dramatic breath in and fall to the ground towards the two bodies, hoping to cause the people to run away so he could inspect the bodies.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Mar 27, 2019 21:49:33 GMT -8
People would indeed panic and run as the gas cloud began to expand. Cynic would inspect the bodies, only to find out that they weren't dead, but seemed to be paralyzed... and were now inhaling his poison gas...
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Post by Cynic on Mar 27, 2019 21:57:05 GMT -8
Cynic would stare, looking for anything that may be paralyzing them like restraints, darts, anything that wasn't Qi or was immediately obvious. If nothing he would grab them by the collars and drag them away from his poison. Going back in the direction he came so as to not enter the settlement with them.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Mar 27, 2019 23:28:08 GMT -8
Cynic was unsuccessful in finding anything on the bodies. Half way up the hill though he would hear a woman's voice!
"Look! He is trying to take those men! He must be working with them!"
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Post by Cynic on Mar 28, 2019 13:53:54 GMT -8
Cynic looks back, but keeps moving, more annoyed than anything else. He's trying to make sure he isn't being followed or whatever. That would just complicate things.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Mar 28, 2019 14:02:49 GMT -8
A woman, with a mohawk and wearing leather, would be pointing at him, and a small group of men would be making their way to Cynic!
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Post by Cynic on Apr 15, 2019 13:43:22 GMT -8
Cynic would drop the two guys he was dragging and turn around to wait for the people pursuing him to advance. They would either talk, or attack. Either way they would die.
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