Timing [Incomplete]

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Characters: Riccardo Belli, anyone who wants to find him?
Setting: Entrance room
Time: Day 008, dawn?
Summary: Riccardo arrives! And is not happy.
Warnings: Raeg. Also fail post.

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PFF SINCE THEY'RE BOTH ARRIVING AT DAWN

[honor_tactics]

Thud.

The slight impact of hitting the floor jostled Gale awake. He grunted, his memory returning to him in hazy pieces. There had been a Karma soldier with a shock rod that had hit him in the back...now it was mostly silent. He sat up carefully, feeling the spot on his shoulder where the shock had been administered. It still throbbed, but it didn't feel like any significant damage had been received.

...this was not the Karma Society's main office.

Gale stood, looking around, ignoring the other behind him for now. Strange. This place strongly resembled both Ajna and the ruins at Coordinate 136. But both of those had been in the Junkyard, and had presumably been deleted along with it. It did not make sense.

With that in mind, he turned to the man behind him who was fighting the door. "It is locked?"

oh hai thar <3

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Riccardo noticed that thud fairly easily and quickly, as well as taking note of someone else quite...suddenly being there. He turned on his heels to face the other man - who looked peculiar, to say the least, but that was honestly the least of his concerns at the moment - staring at him through narrowed eyes from underneath his hood.

The man was asking him a question, but he hardly listened to that, having no intention of answering. Besides, it should have been obvious. He wanted his own answers, first, and while it seemed that this other man wasn't very likely to know anything, damned if that would stop him from asking anyway. "Where is this?" he asked, voice harsh, stepping forward. He kept his gun tucked away for now, there was no real need for force at this time (as much as it was tempting...). Only a slight pause, before a second question. Less important, but still useful to know. "And who are you?"

[honor_tactics]

Such anger and impatience. Gale was reminded of Heat. Thankfully, he had learned how to deal with Heat and his anger in the Junkyard. He stood his ground as the stranger approached him. He was hardly intimidated by a man who hid his face out of...what. Shame? Perhaps.

"I do not know," he said firmly. "I've only just arrived, as I'm sure you are aware. It looks similar to places I have been before, but they no longer exist. As for who I am, my name is Gale, of the Embryon Tribe. Trying to intimidate me won't help you to learn where we are. Nor will it help you find a way out."

He paused, considering. The man was volatile and could be a danger to those around him. But what other choice was there? "I propose a temporary alliance."

[swimminganyone]

Damon Gant crossed the hallway at a brisk walk, his black leather shoes clicking slightly on the marble. Fletchy really was a clever boy, given enough of a lead--he'd grow into a fine young man, provided he didn't die. A little timid perhaps, but a fine young man. Voices reached him from the grand room, though, interrupting--he quickened his pace, tightening his gloved grip on the crowbar in his hand. Looking around the corner, though, he realised it was... more people. Both cloaked.

Gant was the survivor type--he knew this better than anyone else, and was the last person to need someone to tell him about it--and he was therefore extremely guarded when he approached the two unfamiliar characters, the crowbar hidden behind his back and a broad smile on his face. To be honest, he looked nothing but open and welcoming, if a bit... orange.

"Well, hello there! And who might you be?"

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Riccardo narrowed his eyes on the other man, from under his hood, not liking the tone of his words or the way he spoke to him. At least he - Gale - confirmed that no, he did not have any answers for him. Normally he would not be so willing to believe that, but he had more or less seen the man appear from nowhere. Not that he had never seen something like that before, but it was doubtful that he was any sort of alchemist. He had to supress a scowl (whether it would have been somewhat hidden or not), not responding to his comment about intimidation but opening his mouth to protest the concept of an alliance. He saw no reason it would benefit him, "I don - "

He cut himself off, though, at the arrival of someone else, and turned his attention to the...large, older male in the doorway, now. He again held off introducing himself, instead turning the question around, voice flat. "I would ask the same of you."