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Post by Neo 5.0 on Jul 17, 2018 14:43:03 GMT -5
Logan nods in relief, and starts putting the groceries away. He then plugs in the microwave- the outlet sparks a bit, but seems to work just fine- and cracks open a cold beer.
"Good to hear. Thanks, Archer. So. What do you make of that Servant? An ability to disrupt and change your presence can't exactly be common, even among Servants."
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Post by Vitsheep on Jul 19, 2018 22:52:57 GMT -5
"A lot of assassins can mask their presence, make it smaller until the moment before they strike, like a beast stalking before a pounce. But this was... the opposite. Making their presence so large it's difficult to find them within it. Like animals in a herd. I'm not sure how they did it, but at the end of the day it's just a trick."
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Post by Vitsheep on Jul 21, 2018 16:54:01 GMT -5
I am posting here because I'm posting for everyone else.
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Post by Neo 5.0 on Jul 21, 2018 18:27:16 GMT -5
Sorry Birb, will try to post tonight. If I don't get around to it tho, feel free to advance. Logan's just going to spend the rest of the night bonding with Atalanta over food and beer and talking about stuff.
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Post by Vitsheep on Jul 24, 2018 20:10:44 GMT -5
OK. Some of the others are still doing things.
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Post by Vitsheep on Jul 28, 2018 21:48:06 GMT -5
Even if you're done I'm gonna keep posting stuff for everyone at once in case people are interacting so they might think they're a PC when they're an NPC or not know who did it or when or whatever.
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Post by Vitsheep on Jul 30, 2018 20:08:30 GMT -5
Yep.
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Post by Vitsheep on Oct 13, 2018 15:29:48 GMT -5
(Check Main Thread)
Day 2
Atalante, despite any protests about the rules preventing a daytime attack, settles for napping throughout the day. She spends a lot of time sitting by the high windows, watching people walk by. When the sun drops, she turns to you and utters only one word. "Master."
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Post by Neo 5.0 on Nov 8, 2018 14:52:19 GMT -5
Logan rises from the old sofa and stretches, a bottle of half-finished Famous Grouse whiskey in his hand. "I don't get it. Why the in the bloody blue blazes aren't there more liquor stores 'round here? Finding booze that ain't crap is harder than finding a Servant that likes talking."
He takes one last sip, sets the bottle down on the table, then goes to grab his jacket and helmet. "Right, let's get to work, Archer. I want to head uptown and scout around the university, see if we can pick up any Servant traces."
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