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[RedAuthar]

-Geoffrey-

[Rotor doesn't look up from his  computer]

Rotor:  Close the door and take a seat.

 

-Pit-

[The figure raises his hood revealing a cold soulless, white face with glowing red eyes]

Guardian:  My Master did not summon you for assistance.  His call was directed to one he met before.  

[Raven]

"Master? Who? Start explaining." Pit orders, glaring at the figure, his neon green eyes flashing in the dark as he bites his lip and draws a bit of blood just in case.

[Mike Arcade]

A snide remark popped into Geoffrey's thoughts, Oi the least you can do is look at me when I walk in. However he thought best to keep any backtalk to himself and deal with whatever boring task Rotor probably brought him in for, took the seat, and remained quiet.

[Uncle Ben]

Ray: I should talk to someone, get their imput, i mean what ever happens out there could affect all of us... Maybe Geoffry is around..

[ILOVEVHS]

Lowell: Huh? W-what is it? An emergency?!

[RedAuthar]

-Lowell-

Lobo:  A dear friend of mine is in need of your assistance.  However this will be greatly outside your comfort zone.

 

-Ray-

[Ray arrives at the guard house to find the night shift already on the job.  Geoffrey being day shift seems to already have left.]

 

-Geoffrey-

[Rotor finally looks up from the computer screen]

Rotor:  This meeting is top secret.  As far as anyone outside you, me, and the Council, this meeting never took place.

 

-Pit-

Guardian:  My Master wishes to remain anonymous to all save for the one he seeks.  If you wish to speak to him you must find the one he seeks.  

[He pauses]

Guardian:  Perhaps you could instead prove yourself worthy. 

[RedAuthar]

-NEWCOMER: RedStranger-

[Jackie Hexborne finds himself stranded in the Wastelands.  The bone chilling air around him causes his teeth to chatter and his knees to shake.  He had been on his way to Lower Mobius, but his transportation had broken down.  He'll have to find a place of refuge for the night.  Up ahead he can see another weary traveler making his way across the Wastelands.]

[TheRedStranger]

 Jackie has taken everything he could scrounge from the downed vehical, yet has choosen to pack lightly for the sake of his back and footpaws. He stuffed his black and silver tunic and foot-stirruped legwarmers  with foam clawed from the leather seats of the junked lemon. He snatched the leather covering any stretch of fabric he could  and searched for anything he start a fire - ciggerette lighter, anything portable that could make a spark.   He had spent a whole hour searching meticulously for resources to burn, eat, or use to defend himself and improve his situation with, and now has them wrapped in a makeshift knapsack about the small of his back under his cloak in some of the muffling padding to keep them safe and soundless.

 

His ear twitches and his nose sniffles, his large shapphire and silver-rimmed eyes dilate to soak in all the light he can gather to spot out the figure before the figure spots out him. He positions himself about the edge of the path seeking out any incline that would offer him the high ground if his encounter happend to turn agressive. He orieteers his walk into a slight side step so to put him at an angle to his possible assailant. He keeps a hand under his shapphire cloak, wrapping his fingers on a concelable weapon he managed to makeshift from the automobile. Despite this, he keeps a warmth to his face, an inviting smile to assuage and invite trust and hopefully companionship.

[RedAuthar]

-Jack-

[As he approaches the figure, he can make out that it appears to be a Gopher.  However, perhaps due to a trick of the darkness, the features of the traveler become harder to recognize as Jack get's closer.]

[TheRedStranger]

[An uneasy sense creeps through Jackie's chest. A light tingle. He holds tight to the concealed weapon yet with a lax arm ready to spring out to strike at the sensitive mouth of his possible assailant. Jackie feigns a limp to cover his side walk and show weakness. He adds a hint of false pain in his smile.]

Jackie: "Hullo...could you please t-tell me where I can find a place to st-stay? I don't 'ave anythin' to me name but this ol' raggedy cloak, but I'm willin' to work."

*He fakes a crooping cough. What seems to be a clutching of his side under his cloak is the clutching of his weapon at the ready.*

Jackie: "Perhaps you need 'elp as well?"

[He hopes the lie will deter a bandit looking for greater opportunity, afterall a cornered Mobian is always dangerous. There is greater a danger in combat than desperation. At least this way the person will underestimate him.]

[RedAuthar]

-Jack-

[The Gopher turns to face Jackie, but as he does his whole head disappears.  The Gopher Highwayman Laughs maniacally before fading out of existence.]

[Mike Arcade]

Geoffrey: Yes sir, if I may ask what is this all about?

 

A shock up Geoffrey's spine went straight up towards him, this may be the moment he's finally been waiting for.

[Raven]

"And how would I do that?" Pit asks, calming down a bit, but staying on his guard.

[ILOVEVHS]

Lowell: Oh dear...well, I'm still willing to help. Where is he?

[RedAuthar]

-Lowell-

Lobo:  His name is Rotor, and he's the leader of the Kingdom of Knothole.

 

-Pit-

Guardian:  The fates must decide your trial.  You shall see soon enough.

 

-Geoffrey-

Rotor:  We've been doing some scans on the remains of Doomsday.  For the two whole years it's been dead.  However recently we've begun picking up signs of power and activity.  Something is going on there but we don't know what.  

[Raven]

"That doesn't really help me understand better." Pit hisses, getting annoyed again. 

[ILOVEVHS]

Lowell: T-the leader?!

[RedAuthar]

-Pit-

Guardian:  My Master will say when you're ready.  The only advice I can give is that you must prove yourself worthy in his eyes to receive what he has to offer.  

 

-Lowell-

Lobo:  He needs someone with your medical skills to do something for him.  Something that could be dangerous. 

[Raven]

"And what must I do? And who is your Master, anyway?" Pit asks.

[TheRedStranger]

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[Jackie steps back cautiously...His heart taps rapidly against his chest as adrenalin floods his chilled limbs. His shaky breath puffs from his lips in misty spurts. He composes himself and speaks calmly. 

 

Jackie: "Poor soul, please be still...There is no need to torment this weary traveler.”

 

 He pulls out a makeshift mace fashioned out of metal piping, something he plucked from his derelict truck that had finally blew out it's rickity radiator. He has tricked out his new club anyway he can. He has wrenched it through with rusted screws, fashioned a shapely handle from a large broken screwdriver, wrapping it all in seat-leather stitched and tightly bound with straps of rubber and string ripped from the lining of dashboards, seats, and windshields, anyything he could get his paws on.  Despite his ingenuity, and a hidden surprise in the hollowed pommel of his new bludgeon, he fears such a crude and mundane weapon would not suffice against this ephmeral specter.

 

 He feels fear constrict his gut like it were a closing fist; it is that all too familiar anxiety of the unknown, a quiet, hidden, terror that has been long swelling and festering in the back of his mind like a cancer ever since the omens had recently returned, creeping into his slumber, making his nights abysmal and restless.   Such phantasms were to be expected after his nightmares returned.  He predicted they would appear. After all, he had seen such warped visages before . It was as if, whenever his omens reoccurred  all these manners of strange happenings that flit past the corners of the average eye crept to the center of his abnormal own.  Yet despite his fraying nerves, despite the pressures of his past nightmares and long journey, he gives the creature no quarter, no ground on his already burdened mind and body. He will show it no fear; he will show it no pain. He will not give it whatever it now wants. He will stand his ground...He must, and not just for himself, but for countless faces, contorted and screaming in his dreams, crying out to him for help before their hurt even comes.

 

Jackie: “Do not think that mere laughter can discourage me ta tread the path you haunt…After all, a gopher is not much of a ghost.” 

 

 With a deep and calming breath, Jakie’s pupils dilate wide, soaking up the sparse twilight. He looks for a precipice, any crag or hill, to survey the wastes and gather his bearings, to perhaps safely glide to an excess point to The Underground. He knows the tales well, the tales of souls that dare and suffer to prolong their passing, to escape the judgment to come after this life. He knows they wonder these wastes in spite, unfulfillment, and fear of what lies beyond Mobius’s earthly veil. He knows that several of these specters will soon appear and try to torment him any way they can as night falls. Whatever these highwaymen yearn for in their baleful twilight between this life and the next, he knows their witching hour is soon at hand. But their diverse motivations perhaps could be manipulated. After all even a ghost can be goaded, and it’s will bent with wit and wise words.  Perhaps at least this one...

 

He cracks his own toothy grin back at shadows.

 

Jackie: “Spirit what is your name? And if there be anything I can do to appease you, how do I do so? Come, come out and know me better man…” 

 

He fakes a warm chuckle at his own jesting reference; all the while he continues to walk, looking about the waste for a tall stretch of land close to the road to gain his bearings.