He did it.

"Dewitt did it. My daughter...Drowned me..." He gurgles. "Can't stop drowning. Not even sure I exist anymore. Must fix this... I may not even 'exist' anymore-" He smiles. "But, through the Lord?" Suddenly, abit of white energy surrounds him, and he turns into a younger, more formal looking Booker Dewitt, and, smiles. "Anything is Possible~" Comstock/Baptized Dewitt RP/ask blog

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Ooc: So, Booker and Elizabeth? Again? And, he doesn't exactly sound like an old man in Burial at Sea. What are you doing, Multiverse?

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[thecirclehasbeenbroken-deactiva]

DeWitt was sitting quietly on a park bench.. watching the world unfold around her, the sun rise over this flying fucking city… and the prejudices alight themselves across the minds of the populace.. She was here on assignment. Some…

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He just chuckles. “Vox Populi. We didn’t bring you in here to handle our more political affairs, Miss Dewitt. You’re just here for one man.” He pulls out a photo of a Chinese man. “Chen Lin. A Gun manufacturer. He recently  stole some tools belonging to one Jeremiah Fink.” What he neglected to tell her, was that Fink stole the tools first. “Your job is to bring him into custody. And, you WILL be well rewarded for your efforts.” Good thing for him, was after all these years, he had built enough self control to keep himself from revealing his lies.

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A Gun manufacturer? She has to sail through a squall, ride in a damned rocket chair and get drowned in a sewer… all for a single manufacturer? She took the photo, taking in the qualities and contours of his face before sighing and looking back up at the man. ”Find him, reel him in, pawn him. Sounds like a plan to me… what kind of resistance am I looking at? Better yet.. where am I bringing him to?” She didn’t like this.. sure the money seemed good.. but the thought of all this pomp and circumstance for just one man? Fishy didn’t even begin to cover it.. ”What are you gonna do to him.. once I bring him in?”

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

"We'll just imprison him for a while, his wife should manage to get along fine without him for a months. Now-" He gives her the location details. "-And, as for resistance, I imagine he as at least one gun piece on him. And, his wife will be out for most of the day, so you won't have to worry about her."

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DeWitt was sitting quietly on a park bench.. watching the world unfold around her, the sun rise over this flying fucking city… and the prejudices alight themselves across the minds of the populace.. She was here on assignment. Some...

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

He just chuckles. "Vox Populi. We didn't bring you in here to handle our more political affairs, Miss Dewitt. You're just here for one man." He pulls out a photo of a Chinese man. "Chen Lin. A Gun manufacturer. He recently  stole some tools belonging to one Jeremiah Fink." What he neglected to tell her, was that Fink stole the tools first. "Your job is to bring him into custody. And, you WILL be well rewarded for your efforts." Good thing for him, was after all these years, he had built enough self control to keep himself from revealing his lies.

[thecirclehasbeenbroken-deactiva]

DeWitt was sitting quietly on a park bench.. watching the world unfold around her, the sun rise over this flying fucking city… and the prejudices alight themselves across the minds of the populace.. She was here on assignment. Some one had done a runner on a high paying client.. and now she had to tear this place apart to find em. Daddy used to tell stories of this place.. odd enough that she’d find herself here.. 

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It still existed. Columbia still existed, his alternate self be damned. But, Elizabeth did not, at least, not in the sense that she had before. She may have still had the powers, but, would she still know how to use them? Perhaps not, but, she would. Soon. In the meantime, it was time for him to play smart. For he was the one who hired her anonymously, It would be him who would be her contact for this job, and it was he who would bring her back. And, thanks to his strange new appearance warping skills, she wouldn't even know. How did he gain these new abilities? He didn't quite know. Perhaps the multiverse didn't quite know what it wanted him to look like anymore. All he knew, was he could control it sometimes, and this is what would help him find her. So, an age that would fit? Late forties, and, if he concealed his identity, and, tried hard enough to make his voice just right, she would never suspect him as her father's 'Twin'.

A late Middle-aged man, wearing church clothes, and a brown hood to obscure his face sits next to her, and nods. He lowers his voice a couple of octaves. "Greetings." He looks around, and whispers to her, "Even the Shepherd needs to cull a few sheep sometimes.", which was basically the code word for 'I'm your contact'.

[thecirclehasbeenbroken-deactiva]

Anyone want a thread with Bounty Hunter Anna? I promise shenanigans

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

Ooc: Would it be too weird if I did a thread with Bounty Hunter Anna?

[thecirclehasbeenbroken-deactiva]

Not weird at all… well actually, it’d be immensely super duper weird.. but I’d be up for it.. paradoxes be damned. 

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

Ooc: You mind starting, then?

[thecirclehasbeenbroken-deactiva]

Anyone want a thread with Bounty Hunter Anna? I promise shenanigans

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

Ooc: Would it be too weird if I did a thread with Bounty Hunter Anna?

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

So, what's your name?

"Zachary Hale Comstock."

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[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

“Do you want to know the absolute truth about the False shepherd, my child?”

[clocksandlace-deactivated201402]

“Sir?” She questioned him, now becoming worried about him, the gun still in her hand would drop to the side as she looked him...

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

"Yes, hard to believe isn't it? That sometimes all it takes to make people different, is one single choice." Of course, what she probably REALLY had a bit of a time believing was the whole thing about the False Shepherd and him being the same person, which they were, in a way, yet also different. He changes back to his normal appearance, and waits for the girl to get her breath back before continuing.

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

  “Do you want to know the absolute truth about the False shepherd, my child?”

[clocksandlace-deactivated201402]

“Sir?” She questioned him, now becoming worried about him, the gun still in her hand would drop to the side as she looked him over. 

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

"The truth is...The False Shepherd and I were both the same man at one time." He changes to his normal appearance. "After Wounded Knee, I sought redemption through my sins, was baptized, and became the man you know today. While, the False Shepherd-" He changed to look like his alternate Self's present appearance. "Rejected Baptism, becoming no more than a degenerate, who was hired by the government to beat up workers who unionized."

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“It is nothing, my child. The False shepherd has tried to murder me-” Suddenly, he changes to look about 20, wearing a US cavalry officer’s uniform, his face now clean shaven, except for some sideburns. “-But, the lord, bless his name, has delivered me from...

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

"Do you want to know the absolute truth about the False shepherd, my child?"

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“Well, if I ever find a way to get my own realities back, I’m going to put you two in your own personal hell-” He changes, now looking like Booker, except with combed hair, and church clothes. “Even worse than my current one. I can still feel the water in my lungs....

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

"Indeed. You two can now banter with each other all you like, and, I don't even have to be around to hear it."

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

“Hello, my child. How are you?”

[clocksandlace-deactivated201402]

“Sir?! Is that really you?” She approached him and placed her white laced gloved hand against his cheek gently. A smile on her face, “I’m…I’m behind on your alterations…I’m...

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

"It is nothing, my child. The False shepherd has tried to murder me-" Suddenly, he changes to look about 20, wearing a US cavalry officer's uniform, his face now clean shaven, except for some sideburns. "-But, the lord, bless his name, has delivered me from his machinations with a miracle. Now, my child-" He pulls out a pistol in a handing motion. "If you see the False shepherd, I want you to baptize him in the way he can now be baptized: Through steel."

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

Clocksandlace started following you

“Hello, my child. How are you?”

[clocksandlace-deactivated201402]

“Sir?! Is that really you?” She approached him and placed her white laced gloved hand against his cheek gently. A smile on her face, “I’m…I’m behind on your alterations…I’m sorry. My family wanted me to go to the fair.” 

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

So, someone still knew who he was, hmmmmmmm? Maybe that girl didn't change the multiverse quite as well as she thought she did. He smiles. "It's alright, my child. Noone's perfect." Suddenly, he changes appearance, to look middle-aged, with darker hair, though still keeping the beard. "Not even I. We can only hope that the lord helps us-" Then, he becomes even younger-looking, beard not quite as long, and no moustache. "Clean up the Sodom below."

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

Clocksandlace started following you

"Hello, my child. How are you?"

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

“Did you two get what you wanted, hmmmmmmm?” Grey energy appears around him, and then he changes to look like he did a year after his baptism. “My demise? Fixing me from existence?”

[alternateluteces-deactivated201]

“I don’t quite know,” Rosalind said, speaking as truthfully as she could. “We got...

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

"Well, if I ever find a way to get my own realities back, I'm going to put you two in your own personal hell-" He changes, now looking like Booker, except with combed hair, and church clothes. "Even worse than my current one. I can still feel the water in my lungs. Do you two know how UNPLEASANT that is, hmmmmmmm? Being drowned by your own daughter?"

[desyncedfounderofcolumbia]

alternateluteces started following you

"Did you two get what you wanted, hmmmmmmm?" Grey energy appears around him, and then he changes to look like he did a year after his baptism. "My demise? Fixing me from existence?"