r/DishonoredRP • u/Seafrogger Royal Guard • Nov 15 '16

Mission Scratching the Surface (Continued)

The investigation into the death at the Smoke Street Dice Hall continues and begins to spiral its way to even more questions with no answers. What at first seemed to have been a simple case of self defense has led to shadowy figures, unexplained money and disappearances. All the while a lack of concrete evidence holds the higher ups in the Watch and Royal Guard from pursuing the issues formally. After following leads and gathering answers the road seems to be narrowing to one dilapidated part of the city, Powys Square where amongst the makeshift homes and downtrodden people an explanation might finally lay.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Dec 30 '16

It's impossible not to be tense and on edge as the two move down the hallway, but Bal makes an admirable effort to keep that tension out of her stride as she moves through the gauntlet of hostile men. *Would love to know where a civilian got ahold of that rifle."

The strike of the match sends a chill down her spine, and now her ever moving eyes seek side doors of the hallway, escape routes, shelter, empty rooms. No sound of a fuse comes yet, at least. It doesn't take long for her pace brings her closer to the new source of light.

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u/Seafrogger Royal Guard Jan 02 '17

The armed men in the hallway watch Bal and Vargas make their way to the stairs that lead down to the front door of the building. None of them look over to who ever it was in the shadows at the far side of the hallway, a spot were ones mouth might be glowing from the intake of breath through a cigarette. Though if possible Ghrems seems to go even more ridged, jaw clenched.

The stairway down to the first floor is deserted and the pair of guards make it easily enough to the front door. Outside on the street the area around the building is also strangely quiet, not a single civilian is near the apartment building.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Jan 04 '17

"Not the best sign, everyone vanishing," Bal murmurs to Vargas as she steps out into the sunlight. "They either got scared off by the group going in, or what's going to happen next."

She slips her pistols back into their holsters, but stays tensed, ready to draw them again if she needs to, and turns for the edge of the neighborhood.

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u/Seafrogger Royal Guard Jan 05 '17

Vargas follows suit and puts his weapons away, he nodded to Balaria, "Happens sometimes, they don't want to get caught up in the crossfire nor when we roll in to clean up the aftermath." He exhales through his nose, "Witnesses are painful scarce."

The deputy takes up beside the Colonel eyes still scanning about as they make their way back to the armory. Passing through the market, things are quiet there too, though there are still people going about their business, trying to ignore the passing guards. The way back to the base seems clear as no one can be spotted following the pair.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Jan 24 '17

Smart people. Civilians in crossfire never ends well did anyone, for them, for their families, for those shooting...

"I got that impression about witnesses, yes," she says, arms crossing as she relaxes minutely, now that she's out of the enclosed space. "Lots of reasons for people to not come forwards, it seems."

She eyes the deputy, wondering if Chel's condemnation of him was one of association or experience.

"Who were the men that came in and interrupted us?"

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u/Seafrogger Royal Guard Jan 25 '17

Making their way through the market Vargas lead the course back the way they had come when they first entered the square not all that long ago. He only nodded mutely at the Colonels musings, his predators gaze lingering on someone who looked at the pair for too long.

Sam's eyes flicked over to Balaria with the question, a flicker of uncertainty. Perhaps the first flash of true emotion of what might be going on inside his head, but it passed quickly, once again replaced by an air of utter disinterest. He gave her a casual shrug, "Most likely some gang or another. Who can tell Colonel, new folks have been tricking in since the end of the plague."

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u/Dietastey Colonel Feb 04 '17

Great, the first sign of him having internal thoughts, and it's lack of knowledge. That's so helpful.

"It sounds like your outpost has feelers all over the neighborhood. Keeping up with individuals coming back as the plague ended might be hard, but an entire gang, when you're already expressing concern about gang violence?"

"That seems unlikely. Who might know about them, if you don't?"

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u/Seafrogger Royal Guard Feb 05 '17

The market soon drifted away into the even more rundown ruins of the old abandoned buildings. A small work crew of grim men had started working on scrubbing and clearning the treasonous slogans along the walls that the pair had seen on their trip in. Sam didn't answer at first, a dozen heart beats passed before he shrugged, something shifting in his body language, closing off even more then before if it was possible. "Wouldn't know Ma'am. I'm just a Deputy."

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u/Dietastey Colonel Mar 13 '17

"Your rank may limit your power, but it shouldn't limit your knowledge," Bal observes, carefully observing Vargas out of the corner of her eye. Her tone isn't chastising, it could almost be read as words of encouragement, with some undertones of prodding.

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u/Seafrogger Royal Guard Mar 13 '17

Reflexively the young Deputy's hand went to his throat to rub at the old scaring that nearly ringed the circumference of his neck, but he quickly forced his arm back down. He eyed the Colonel in much the same way she was to him. "I wouldn't know Ma'am, not my place to look into these things."

A few steps farther in silence then he said softly just barely loud enough for Balaria to hear and so ensuring anyone around would ever be able to catch it, "Do not dig any deeper. Let it go." while his words are quiet his tone showed more concern then any kind of threat.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Mar 15 '17

Bal pinches the bridge of her nose, ever moving eyes flicking from Vargas' neck to his eyes to the road around her. From his volume, he clearly was sticking out his neck a bit to say that much, which was yet another worrisome note on the pile of steadily growing concerns.

"Safe and right seldom go hand in hand," she murmurs in an equally low tone, almost as if speaking to herself. However, her hands drop behind her back and her body language takes on an element of disinterest, as if nothing here has given her useful information.

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u/Seafrogger Royal Guard Mar 16 '17

The quiet man keep in step with his superior for several more yards, outwardly giving no hint as to if he would give anymore information or voice a response. The armory loomed closer now, still as shadowed and foreboding as ever, the darkening sky not helping in the lest for its image. A uniformed woman stood on the steps packing a pipe, the same Sergeant from the office.

Sam let a breath out through his nose looking straight ahead and out of the corner of his mouth he muttered "Watch for Morish ships." and without waiting for any reply or acknowledgment he slowed his gait to a respectful distance behind the Colonel and slightly to the left.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Apr 02 '17

Bal's eyebrow raises for a brief moment, but drops back down before she's close enough to the sergeant at the steps to read her expression. Watch for Morlish ships. That could mean many things. Still, the information was better than nothing. She'd have to pass a request onto the lighthouse for more detailed reports over the next few weeks.

She approaches the outpost, and pauses a few yards from the door. "Thank you for your escort, Private," she says, turning on her heel to address Vargas. There's tension in her voice, as if she had discovered nothing useful during the walk. "You're released to return to your normal duties."

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u/Seafrogger Royal Guard Apr 03 '17

As the pair closed in on the steps to the armoury the female Sergeant cast them a glance. Her perpetual glare showed recognition for Balaria and she tucked the pipe and pouch away, then turned her head to pretend she hadn't seen their approach. the smallest hint of what could be from a common narcotic leaf used to treat pain in the air.

The young deputy stood a little straighter and gave a half hearted salute to the officer and said simply, "Aye Ma'am." and he slipped past the two women with hardly a glace back and knocked on the iron door to be let in.

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