Xaer's God

MysteriousCrypticStranger - (no subject)
We need to talk. Apparently. What can you do?

Tristan sits back in his chair and thinks. "this is obviously that famous artist whats-his-name..." After a moment of consideration, he types in a one word response. 'Scorch'. After sending the e-mail he stands up and walks around his living room, checking the news for more information, then checking his computer again.

MysteriousCrypticStranger replies:
Come on man, stop fucking with me. Do we need to talk or not? I don't know you.

Tristan smirks to himself at the seemingly agitated typist on the other side of the computer. Then replies, "The hunters are in force today, keep your magic quiet. I'll find you."

MysteriousCrypticStranger replies:
Thanks. I almost blocked you, you know. Who is this?

Tristan sighs and wonders if its possible this artist/deathgod failed reading comprehension. He replies again with the word "Scorch, and you are Vincent Temple, God of Undeath. 5'10 bleached white hair and one green eye." He gets up after that sent email and tries to find the location of Vincent's home with his phone number.

MysteriousCrypticStranger replies:
Scorch doesn't help me much. Enlighten me. And while your at it, let's have this talk we need to have. Unless you'd rather use a phone.

Not much on the searching. You find where his art studio is, but that's not helpful for finding his house. Seems like he's gone to a lot of trouble to avoid getting that one out(5(0)).

LabRat replies:
Scorch? Im sorry what? Im awfully busy for games. Your going to have to give me more then that.

Tristan replies to the mysteriouscrypticstranger "I prefer to meet in person. We will talk later." He then types up another reply to LabRat, "Head home, I'll even bring a gift if you want it." He then gets up from his computer and contemplates putting on his suit. After a few minutes of deciding that breaking and entering and suits don't mix, he at least does decide that he should clean himself up a bit. After doing so he looks through his crates of goodies in the living room and decides what to bring.

LabRat replies:
Excuse me? what? Like i said, your going to have to give me more then that. Im far to busy to play games. Either give me more to go off of here or dont bother responding. Obviously you know a lot more about me then I do you. I want more of an even playing field. im sure you understand. Now please dont disturb me and my work unless you have something of substance to offer to me.

Tristan sorts through the shotguns, knives... crossbows? After a few minutes he decides to pocket a grenade and then sits back at the computer. Tristan replies, "I prefer to meet in person, and I may have something of interest. I won't take too much of your time Dr.Dex of Disease."

LabRat replies:
It will take time to go and talk. I will have to stop what I am doing witch is more time then i care to give right now on such little info. You contacted me and want my time. If you want my time your going to have to wait, or give me a better offer then what I am doing now.

Tristan sighs, and then types to lab rat. "well, if you don't want a possible eye into some Hunters, thats your fault"

LabRat replies:
Now we are talking. I think our goals may be similar, but ill need to know a little more. My issue is that leaving my work will only delay what I need to get done today and I have a feeling that if you have hunter issues, what I am doing will be of use to you.

Tristan grunts and replies. "While I promise to not eat to much of your time, I insist on now. Get to your place, I'm waiting." Tristan turns off his computer, and loads up the hunter computer into his car. He then drives strait for Micheal Dex's place.

Ten minutes later, at the hall of justice...

It's a nice place, though not as nice as yours. Little blue 1-1/2 story abode, with garage and driveway. There's some stupid kid playing hooky on the sidewalk.
You're not sure if he's home right now. No signs of a car around the place, though it might be in the garage.

Tristan goes and parks his car down the street and ambigiously between 2 driveways on the street. He then takes the computer out of his car and walks towards the Dr.Dex residence. Once there he begins to check the doors if they are locked.

They're locked, and you don't hear anyone inside.

Tristan sets the computer down by the back door and tries the windows while keeping an eye out for anyone watching him.

The windows aren't opening for you, sad to say. Oh well, where there's a shotgun, there's a way.

Tristan tries to force the lock on a back window, without actually breaking the glass. If possible he uses something nearby as leverage.

Entrance get!(10/7 9 2 9 1(3)) The window is open, and your wonderful world of adventure awaits!

Tristan takes one last look around then scrambles in, closing the window behind him. He then runs around to the back and pulls his Hunter-computer inside and sets it up.

The thing is all plugged in, though rather confused as to why you've broken into someone's house to give them a thing.

Tristan takes the time now to investigate this person's home, to see what he can learn about the owner. He takes special note for blackmail material.

Kinda Californian interior. Doesn't have much out(silly neat person), and in fact, seems rather bare. Nice couch, though. Still, he's gotta have something worth blackmailing, just not out in the open...