video; username; GraveMistake

[hellshot]

[Hello Riverview, you're going to be greeted by the friendliest face you'll ever see on the network this morning. A pale, stylized skull mask and a voice that belongs to some edgy supervillian from some futuristic videogame or something. Dressed in all black and yes--he does seem to be leaking black smoke when he speaks. It's normal, probably.]

Far from home, in a place you don't recognise. Seems like a dream, or at least some sort of really bad joke, doesn't it.

[His tone is calm, dry--almost sarcastic in nature.]

It's not. And you're going to have to get used to it. It's nice here too, isn't it? What with all the flowers and the festivities. [Yeah, definitely sarcastic.] Hoping that's enough to keep those of you who might get bored on your toes.

There's shit normal people don't need to see outside the walls of this Quarantine. So do me a favour, and don't be stupid in going to investigate what lies out there on your own because you seek adventure.
Because if you seek that alone, you also seek Death.

Name's Reaper. Not interested in making friends, but for those of you who are capable, I'm interested in looking for people. People who are capable of working in groups to pull some of the harder jobs that involve getting your hands and weapons dirty--and people who are capable of following orders.

Not a stranger of pulling idiots out of a fire, but I'm not a goddamn babysitter, either.

[Friendly, isn't he.]

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[hellshot]

Sooner rather than later. I'll be keeping my eye out for anything big put up--but if not, I'm going to make a party of interested individuals myself and just go.

So you won't be waiting too long to get rid of that itch.

[He waves a hand, because his new 'friend' certainly wasn't the only one with an itch to get something done in this place. He hated being idle.]

[smokedout]

[Say 'itch' again, Reaper, seriously. Dodger is kind of glad he's only been using audio feeds, so the man won't see him closing his eyes to just let that deep rumble sink in. It's choice listening.]

Sounds good to me, boss. If I hear anything that sounds like a lead, you'll be the first to know.

[If there's one thing he's good at, it's finding trouble. Which is always either a blessing or a curse.]

[hellshot]

['Boss'. That term makes him stop for a moment, thinking about it. He's not sure if he likes it or if it's uncomfortable--nostalgia hitting him for a moment as he remembers others calling him that. Moreso than his name. While it's irritating in that way, it's something he's used to. Something he was comfortable with, being acknowledged as a leader.

So he decides not to snap at Dodger for it--allowing it, for now.]

You used to be an information broker. I'll leave it to your eyes and ears for now, then.
If we don't find anything before too long, I'll kick something into gear myself. [Or you'll find it, who knows.]