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Wu descends from the balcony in his apartment to the ground below. Being a Strength-type, his frame definitely casts a shadow large enough to catch people's attention. However, that didn't mean that people had enough room to make way for the newcomer. Even as he slowly approached with his...

The announcement breaks Wu's concentration, but he seems far from disappointed in that. "So soon?" He ponders as he re-orients himself. He was hoping to perhaps get some supplies to help his training or perhaps even see how the gym here was, but the time for that seems to have passed. "Yes...

Beizhan Wu's arrival to the HQ is noted as being markedly later than most arrivals, but this is with reason: After the formal graduation from the Academy, he had another convocation to attend: one founded by the Brotherhood of Turned Palm, an organization-bordering-brotherhood of Chinese...

"Haunted? That's nonsense!" Chesco laughs out loud. "Ghosts aren't real! It's probably some crazy madman who owns the house or something. With that Injun now up and about, whoever's in there can totally shoot the poor bastard if they're threatened!" It's pretty clear that Chesco Mardini...

"Well, considering that you nearly shot someone and threw a chunk of meat at our sponsor, some security measures had to be taken." Chesco backs off as far as he can to avoid the sick. "I'm not gonna be putting trials or anything, but what the hell did you eat that got you so loopy?" He then...

Chesco plants his cane on Jonathan, but keeps it unpowered. "You guys go look. I'm not much of an herbologist, and if he wakes up as insane as he is, I can shock him back to sleep." As he mentions this, he checks his cane to make sure it actually has it set to people-stunning instead of...

The mayhem suddenly jolted Chesco out of his sleep. "What's going on? Why are there gunshots? Why is - oh." That last question is answered the moment he climbed out of the tarp and realizes the insane Jonathan aiming something and Agnes splattered in what looked like meat soon-to-spoil. "This...

Jones is a bit bemused by the numbers on his list. Of course, the one on the top of that list is his girlfriend Carly's. Second on the list is his boss', with various others being coworkers, his dad. Then came all the photos, again mostly involving Carly's dates with him or on his projects, some...

Chesco peers into the cabin from a window and takes stock of the situation as he got his bedroll out. Good news: The crazy-ass injun seems to be alive, and nobody seems hostile with him. Still doesn't explain what the plan was, but at least there's no worry about filling a body bag. That's...

Chesco seems to appreciate even a small piece of duck to go with the pigeon. "Now, I don't know much about Injun culture. I mean the last guy that I knew that said he was one was actually Indian. What I do know, though, is that it's possible that this might be the poor guy's house we've so...

"Eh, I don't have anything to see in the dark at this range. I heard gunshots, I took a gander. Only noticed the poor sod when the two ladies picked him up." He was pretty certain in his testimony thanks to his snack. "I think Mark and Rex were hunting something at the same time. Maybe they'd...

Chesco forks over the bottle of scotch Agnes offered. "It'll go a while to calm your nerves. Barely even took a shot out of it for the pigeon, and considering we might have a casualty on our hands, I'm sure you'll be needing it to take off the edge more than I do." He was about to add an "What...

Chesco's scope worked well enough for him to observe the mayhem away from him. "Hey, you knew there were injuns in this neck of the woods?" Just as he's about to ask Gravedigger, he's already gone. Wonder what's got his tail? He notices Katya and Agnes carting an unfamiliar person on the...

Chesco gets his pepperbox pistols at the ready. "Much as I'd like to do something to keep my wits about me, pardon me if I'm a bit leery about the two of us, the only people with any mechanical know-how going there by ourselves before the hunters get back here." He agrees that something shifty's...

Chesco withdraws the plate. "Eh, it's fine. Don't exactly care much for it myself. I'm sure the big meat'll be done eventually if they don't have some smaller game." The rest of the pigeon is devoured with haste so they could finish the leg. "So, what convinced you to hop into this little...

Mood: Sane Girlfriend's Status: Anxious for call Current Project: Um... Franco Jones is rather hassled by the crowd, but all in all, he finds that this could be far worse. It's been a while since he practiced his Spanish and he can't remember the last time he spoke French, if at all...

Chesco gawks. All self-designed? That's a mad inventor's dream! "And you're just here..." There HAS to be some big bucks to be made here, he's sure of it! The gunsmith offers half of his pigeon over. "I wasn't intending on it replacing a full meal, just to tide over until we actually heard...

"Good thing you drew it out yourself, Grave," Chesco comments as he pulls out his own toolkit. "If I had to dig out my owner's manual from out of my pack, it'd take a whole other hour to even find it!" The two manage to make some steady progress on the leg while the pigeon cooks. As he eats...

Chesco quietly accepts the bottle from Agnes without further argument. The stress is starting to get to him; he'd been running the entire day, and it seems like terrible timing that it only kicks in now. Maybe the bottle and pigeon might keep him up for a little longer. That and the warmth of...

Chesco makes a hurried huff. "Fine, fine. Potential philosophical conversation about intentions, shelved." After all, even an inexperienced ringmaster knew when a routine became old hat.* "Well be good kids now." Once the leg was finished, he let's Gravedigger worry about straightening the leg...