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maskormenacelogs2019-04-17 10:08 pm
craftpunk) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-04-17 10:08 pm
If you got that lose
WHO: "Woden" and YOU
WHERE: Around
WHEN: This Week
WHAT: Shitty people being shitty
WARNINGS: Drug use, grossness, will likely edit if needed
[ A. Maurtia Falls/Jeopardy - The Club ]
[ He'd bided his time. He'd sat aside, did his "work" in private, away from other people, but Woden wasn't one to hide. He'd not done that since... well, since the night he'd taken a knife to his son's neck.
He hadn't missed it, that life of deception and hiding. With such things out in the open, he'd wanted to let the dust settle, let all the little imports who'd taken offense move onto the next thing, or maybe get ported out, it was a crapshoot, but it always happened. He was starting to get that. Plenty of other people who did terrible things that simply... continued to do so, and David did love picking apart the pattern, remixing it to his own use. Time and time again, and now he had a good few months under his belt ever since the bass dropped...
It was time to start the buildup again.
And so he did. Clubs, filled with music, lights, smoke, coke -- the things David enjoyed, the party lifestyle he hadn't had before. The women always came -- when you had an ample supply of cocaine, it always did. They fawned, he pontificated about godlike power -- both his and that of Technical Boy, of course -- he knew where his allies were going to be, and Woden was nothing if not excellent at being a supposed pawn until the moment he was needed to stand for them. He would be found in the scene, in the middle of it all -- every now and then, there was a sound to the music, too. Not like the power of the real gods, but it was...close. Playing with it, but not quite achieving. Whether it was purposeful or not -- that was less obvious.
In the center of it all, of course, he would be found -- and he was very easy to approach, almost like he was daring anyone to do so. ]
[ B. Jeopardy - Local Bookstores ]
Excuse me, I'm looking for anything you have...
[ He couldn't help himself. Mysteries were meant to be discovered, and David Blake PhD had a degree in disseminating mysteries. Or that's what he told himself. Certainly, most of his talents ended up in the areas of murder and infiltrating, it seemed, but he was a researcher at heart, and that meant that he was going to do his damndest to figure this new one out. He didn't know much about her, but the webmisteress really did mystefy him, and that meant he was going to look into it.
Surely, that wouldn't go poorly, would it. ]
Local lore, is what I'm looking for, if you have any word?
[ His tone was mild, and the unassuming man stood in the bookstore, before being turned away, because who had books thse days. When he left, he certainly didn't look the mild old man, with the stormy, annoyed look on his face. He'd hoped for more luck at this one. ]
[C. WILDCARD ]
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WHERE: Around
WHEN: This Week
WHAT: Shitty people being shitty
WARNINGS: Drug use, grossness, will likely edit if needed
[ A. Maurtia Falls/Jeopardy - The Club ]
[ He'd bided his time. He'd sat aside, did his "work" in private, away from other people, but Woden wasn't one to hide. He'd not done that since... well, since the night he'd taken a knife to his son's neck.
He hadn't missed it, that life of deception and hiding. With such things out in the open, he'd wanted to let the dust settle, let all the little imports who'd taken offense move onto the next thing, or maybe get ported out, it was a crapshoot, but it always happened. He was starting to get that. Plenty of other people who did terrible things that simply... continued to do so, and David did love picking apart the pattern, remixing it to his own use. Time and time again, and now he had a good few months under his belt ever since the bass dropped...
It was time to start the buildup again.
And so he did. Clubs, filled with music, lights, smoke, coke -- the things David enjoyed, the party lifestyle he hadn't had before. The women always came -- when you had an ample supply of cocaine, it always did. They fawned, he pontificated about godlike power -- both his and that of Technical Boy, of course -- he knew where his allies were going to be, and Woden was nothing if not excellent at being a supposed pawn until the moment he was needed to stand for them. He would be found in the scene, in the middle of it all -- every now and then, there was a sound to the music, too. Not like the power of the real gods, but it was...close. Playing with it, but not quite achieving. Whether it was purposeful or not -- that was less obvious.
In the center of it all, of course, he would be found -- and he was very easy to approach, almost like he was daring anyone to do so. ]
[ B. Jeopardy - Local Bookstores ]
Excuse me, I'm looking for anything you have...
[ He couldn't help himself. Mysteries were meant to be discovered, and David Blake PhD had a degree in disseminating mysteries. Or that's what he told himself. Certainly, most of his talents ended up in the areas of murder and infiltrating, it seemed, but he was a researcher at heart, and that meant that he was going to do his damndest to figure this new one out. He didn't know much about her, but the webmisteress really did mystefy him, and that meant he was going to look into it.
Surely, that wouldn't go poorly, would it. ]
Local lore, is what I'm looking for, if you have any word?
[ His tone was mild, and the unassuming man stood in the bookstore, before being turned away, because who had books thse days. When he left, he certainly didn't look the mild old man, with the stormy, annoyed look on his face. He'd hoped for more luck at this one. ]
[C. WILDCARD ]
[ Just do what you like! If you want to run it by me, hit me up on plurk at