#corelo rp

[trolloled]

=> That concluded the last of the funerals. It was a real mess, some of the poor souls had been in pieces given how they had died.

=> It had been perigees since the last killing. It all stopped abruptly. There weren't any leads to follow up on. That was frustrating, but at the same time it was a relief.

=> Organizing that many burials was one thing, but you had insisted on attending as many as you could. You couldn't even remember the name of the city you now found yourself in, one hand holding an umbrella as light rain spattered against it and the ground.

=> You quickly move along, not wishing to stand staring at the street. You weren't sure where you wanted to go just yet, maybe just back to your scuttle buggy, but...

=> You pause, coming up short on someone just standing in the middle of the sidewalk, rain threatening to turn them prune-y.

"(Excuse me. Am I interrupting s(o)mething imp(o)rtant?)"

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> This place is disgusting.

> The building you’re in used to be some sort of bookstore, or perhaps even a comic store. You wouldn’t really know. Age and lack of habitation had taken its toll, reducing the building to a derelict shell filled with rotting literature, dust, cobwebs, and severe fire hazards.

“(Utter insanity.)”

> That about sums up your thoughts regarding why you’re even here. Several associates had started complaining of odd noises coming from the building, despite nobody living there or using it anymore.

> Not cliche horror noises like screams, or scraping metal. Just ‘noises,’ rhythmic patterns that wild vermin wouldn’t make. Some of them swore lights could be seen inside occasionally. And it wasn’t just your associates, even normal people in the neighborhood were starting to complain, and worse, blog about it.

> So now you’re here, flashlight in one hand as you prowl around the premises, trying to find and exterminate whatever the source of disturbances were. You weren’t about to leave it to someone junior to you, quashing stupid rumors of haunting had to be done professionally.

> The four story affair, plus ground floor, would still take some time to cover. You brush aside a fallen mannequin (what the hell was that doing here?) with your foot, wandering through a doorway and into a hallway, the lights off and wallpaper peeling.

> The floorboards creak around you. You pause, listening intently. Was someone here?

[trolloled]

(Yes, yes, quadrants this and quadrants that. What a saccharine and/(o)r m(o)rbidly black day terr(o)r.)

(M(o)re imp(o)rtantly, h(o)w many pe(o)ple are g(o)ing t(o) l(o)se all their m(o)ney at the candy vend(o)rs' because (o)f the disc(o)unted prices t(o)night? What a scam. It's depl(o)rable that s(o) many fall f(o)r it.)

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Corelo! You must be feeling good! Maybe. How’s tricks now that Civitrecce is back?

(While my plan did result in success, I d(o) n(o)t generally let em(o)ti(o)ns (o)verride the reality (o)f what must be d(o)ne.)

(There is much w(o)rk t(o) be d(o)ne in Civitrecce. We must rebuild the city fr(o)m the ruins that the gang war left it in.)

(It will be s(o)me time bef(o)re we see a return t(o) pr(o)fits again, especially with the imperial 'aid' teams still present.)

(Still, this will be a massive c(o)up. The entire city turned t(o)wards (o)ur benefit and simultane(o)usly kneecapping QPIN f(o)r it...)

(That is significant. En(o)ugh t(o) be c(o)nsidered f(o)r pr(o)m(o)ti(o)n.)

[trolloled]

Corelo, why do you bother working for Chimer sometimes? Do you have some long-term goal in associating with the planet's silliest fuchsia? I'm not seeing it.

(Being, m(o)re (o)r less, sec(o)nd in c(o)mmand (o)ver a city gives me c(o)nsiderable leverage.)

(N(o)t just f(o)r experience purp(o)ses, but als(o) f(o)r the chance t(o) make c(o)nnecti(o)ns.)

(I'm learning the names (o)f any(o)ne that's w(o)rth kn(o)wing. Learning their weaknesses, their vices, where t(o) make new inr(o)ads.)

(Already we have recruited numer(o)us new members fr(o)m pe(o)ple wh(o) wanted a different kind (o)f life. M(o)re than en(o)ugh t(o) replace the l(o)sses as (o)f late.)

(S(o), yes. I will t(o)lerate her eccentricity. It's n(o)t very easy t(o) (o)therwise get access t(o) starship pr(o)ducti(o)n lines.)

[trolloled]

I hope you also intend to have the groups live together too bc once they eventually separate, the non psychic ones are no longer safe

(I intend t(o) deal with the pr(o)blem at the s(o)urce. It is und(o)ubtedly s(o)me(o)ne related t(o) the city with s(o)me ill(o)gical grudge.)

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At least grouping people up seems to have worked. Is that going to be a permanent thing from now on?

(I am n(o)t g(o)ing t(o) divulge details (o)n (o)ur pr(o)tective measures g(o)ing f(o)rward.)

(The killer is likely simply waiting f(o)r us t(o) relax t(o) begin again.)

(This is hardly the first time we've been targeted by self-styled vigilantes, each (o)f them calling themselves a her(o) (o)f vengeance (o)r justice.)

(Or whatever n(o)nsense they use t(o) justify a slaughter. N(o)t unlike the empire itself.)

[trolloled]

Corelo, what are you thoughts on the string of "suicides" that happened?

(I think they clearly weren't suicides. N(o)ne (o)f the parties left any n(o)tes n(o)r exhibited any signs (o)f em(o)ti(o)nal distress.)

(An investigati(o)n is (o)ng(o)ing as we speak. We cann(o)t simply let (o)ur pe(o)ple be killed like this.)

(When we find the culprit, they and theirs will be dealt with appr(o)priately.)