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[Fniff]

He manages to consume a random homeless person, but it doesn't fill him for long.

[Draignean]

(ooc: One were they Chinese, and two am I still aflicted by insane in the brainpan trauma?)

Right, now he'd had breakfast and he felt marginally better. Wandering around aimlessly hadn't gotten him alot tonight, perhaps idiot note was the best thing to follow right now.

Walk to the Hang

[Fniff]

(One: Nope. Two: Yes. I need to sleep now.)

[wolfchild]

Nat wakes up from being stunned, and continues towards dead man's hang, looking out for a lawyer, deadbeat or something like that, she was getting hungry

[Digital Hellhound]

You might want to keep atleast combat turn-based. Otherwise it'll be a bit unfair towards people from different timezones (ie, me). All these posts came when I was sleeping.

But whatever, I'll write up something quick so we can get going.

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Padded clothing, reflective glasses - that was all it took for Stjepan to pass for a human being in the dark. As long as he remembered not to smile, but that hadn't been a problem in years. There was so little to smile about these days. Even the thought of a new job did little to improve his mood. Especially a job like this. No meeting with the client, no details? Anything could be waiting for him at the Hang.

Snorting, Stjepan made his way out of the building. The familiar weight of his weapons, strapped against the inside of the coat, was reassuring enough. If things went sour, he would be ready.

Walk to the Hang

[Fniff]

Everyone manages to get to the hang

(I was meant to. Got a little caught up. I'll do proper turns now.)

[Draignean]

A long walk was good for the soul, damaged and bent as his probably was. The Hang wasn't a place he spent a lot of time in and he would abide by his general rules for a new place, listen to everything and try to avoid eating anyone. Finding a concealed spot he adjusted the blade on his back and sat cross legged, just listening.

Meditate, listen, Wait.

[Riccto]

Jon walked slowly into the Hang, his eyes sweeped around as he looked for someone who could of possibly sent him the note.

[wolfchild]

Natasha looks arround covertly, someone summoned me here and iI am unlikely to be the only one

Identify the other summonees and also any potentialy dangerous people

[Digital Hellhound]

Stjepan tried to calm his nerves, fingering the Tommygun hidden inside his coat. He recognized far too many of those presents, his neighbours in the dusty little office building he called home. It seemed that whoever their mysterious employer was had called all of them here. Probably just wanted to get multiple people for the job. Nothing special about that.

He strode over to the nearest familiar face, finally breaking the silence of the Hang.

'So, Lucanon, right? Any chance you've come here due to a note slipped under your door?'

[Riccto]

Jon turned to Stjepan with a few quick nods as he looks past his shoulder and at Stjepan himself with his hand gripping something he realises that most of those summoned here are armed, Not surprising, Just need to keep cool.

"Yeah, Yeah, Thats me. Pretty intresting getting just some kinda note under the door for hopefully a job. I like it better when I get some kinda call ya know? But whatever, Cant complain considerin that work has been pretty slow, Also, Didja see that police roadblock on the way here? Kinda intresting."

[Digital Hellhound]

'I know what you mean. The note was vague enough to mean anything, not a good sign. And there's no sign of our mysterious client.' Stjepan paused. He'd come here through the woods, avoiding the roads so he could move unseen. 'What roadblock? What's happened?'

[Riccto]

Jon leaned against the wall with his elbow, propping up his head with fist and a slight jangle of brass as he moved "Oh well there was a Police roadblock, the departee had it pretty bad. Big ol claw wound with nibble marks all over'im

[Fniff]

(Dwarmin needs to post...)

[Dwarmin]

((Well, I was waiting for the turn count to change in the title, man.))

Desmond emerges from the shadows in a cliched manner and joins in. "Yeah, roadblock. Weird victim...like he said, claws wounds, eaten up. All black eyes. Weird right?""