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The Case of the Misdirected Dectective [Open]
Who: Spinelli and you!!
Where: The City
Summary: Having an overactive imagination may not be the best thing when you get lost in a strange city.
It had all seemed so easy. The map on the Omnicomm that Splicer had shown him was clear and detailed, the place where the clothiers were clearly marked. It should be the simplest of matters for one with his intellect to follow said map from from the tube to where the stores in question were located. But he hadn't realized just how big the city was, and that things were much further away than they seemed. The areas of rubble didn't help matters much, and there were a few times he had to detour to get around blocked off areas. After some time had passed and he still hadn't found the shops in question, he could only come to one conclusion.
Damian Spinelli, computer hacker, assistant author, some-time video game designer and private investigator...was lost.
The simplest option, of course, was to turn around and go back the way he came. Or...he could pull out the Omnicom again, check the map and see if he could figure out where he had wound up. Pausing by a pile of rubble that might have at one time been someone's house, he started to hunt around his messenger bag to find the small communications device to try that second option when he heard a noise. Could it be someone, or some thing, had tracked him here? There had been that battle not too long ago. What if he had stumbled upon a place where not everything had been defeated?
Grabbing the nearest thing to hand, he rounded the corner, brandishing the item like a weapon, although not terribly effectively. It was a ratty old cloth purse, made from a fabric covered in pink roses. The thing looked utterly ridiculous in his hands, and quite possibly not at all intimidating. Well, unless there was some reason to feel threatened by a handbag that might fall apart at any second. His voice - not terribly deep to begin with - went up about a half octave as he cried out a warning.
"Cease and desist, vile evil doer!"
Where: The City
Summary: Having an overactive imagination may not be the best thing when you get lost in a strange city.
It had all seemed so easy. The map on the Omnicomm that Splicer had shown him was clear and detailed, the place where the clothiers were clearly marked. It should be the simplest of matters for one with his intellect to follow said map from from the tube to where the stores in question were located. But he hadn't realized just how big the city was, and that things were much further away than they seemed. The areas of rubble didn't help matters much, and there were a few times he had to detour to get around blocked off areas. After some time had passed and he still hadn't found the shops in question, he could only come to one conclusion.
Damian Spinelli, computer hacker, assistant author, some-time video game designer and private investigator...was lost.
The simplest option, of course, was to turn around and go back the way he came. Or...he could pull out the Omnicom again, check the map and see if he could figure out where he had wound up. Pausing by a pile of rubble that might have at one time been someone's house, he started to hunt around his messenger bag to find the small communications device to try that second option when he heard a noise. Could it be someone, or some thing, had tracked him here? There had been that battle not too long ago. What if he had stumbled upon a place where not everything had been defeated?
Grabbing the nearest thing to hand, he rounded the corner, brandishing the item like a weapon, although not terribly effectively. It was a ratty old cloth purse, made from a fabric covered in pink roses. The thing looked utterly ridiculous in his hands, and quite possibly not at all intimidating. Well, unless there was some reason to feel threatened by a handbag that might fall apart at any second. His voice - not terribly deep to begin with - went up about a half octave as he cried out a warning.
"Cease and desist, vile evil doer!"
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He seems to be blissfully unaware that referring to himself in the third person isn't likely going to help his case here - but he's not completely clueless. The fact she only comes about halfway at least gives him the idea that it might not be prudent to close the gap at this time - or continue to brandish a useless weapon. With a last rueful glance at the purse, he lets it drop to the ground.
"Truly, I cannot argue the point you make there. Alas, the Jackal had to make do with what came to hand when faced with the sudden possibility of combat. Were I Stone Cold, of course, this would not be an issue, for he would have no problems defending himself should the need arise."
He quickly holds out a hand though, lest she think that he had any designs on initiating a fight. "Not that I believe you would wish to attack without sufficient provocation, of course. The simple fact of the matter is that I was unsure what awaited me around the corner. This whole situation has been most...strange, I must admit. Would I be correct in assuming you would be another member of the crew aboard this vessel?"