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06-08-2017, 01:46 PM
Papers were rifled through, examined, and one by one, thrown into the shredder at Abbas’ side. It had been quite some time since he’d done anything about the massive mess of documents and what not on his desk. Ever since Riley and Levi had moved in, the Immortal had never found the time to do such things, time itself becoming a rarer and rarer commodity.

As he released a drawn-out, exasperated sigh into the air, a familiar jingle rang outside his office. The noise spurred Abbas’ interest away from the papers and he glanced up, towards his door.

An unfamiliar voice called out from beyond the walls, “Mr. Abbas?” It said. The Immortal scooched himself out from behind his desk and moved for the door, pulling it open quickly to enter the main room of the dojo.

A young man, perhaps mid-twenties, stood in front of the two glass doors. He wasn’t anything much, a bit over average height, an equally average build, short and neatly cropped red hair with deep green eyes. He wore a handsome combination of clothes consisting of a freshly ironed dress shirt and blood-red tie, both underneath a formal black vest. A pair of gray slacks adorned his lower body, with black dress shoes on his feet.

He smiled at the sight of Abbas, rather business like, and the Immortal felt his eyes instinctively glancing over the man’s attire and form, trying to make out any signs of obvious aggression.

The younger of the two, seeing this, held up a hand, palm outward, towards Abbas, a sign of peace, “Please, I can assure you I’m not here to harm you in any way, shape or form. I’m with the RHG.” He explained

The last word took the uncertainty out of Abbas’ mind, and he nodded, “How can I help you?” He said, keeping a calm tone to his voice.

The representative smiled back, but without warmth and the same business like feeling to it. “I have a letter from an admirer of yours.” He said, taking a letter out from inside his vest.

Abbas raised a cautious eyebrow, “An admirer?” He asked, for once in his long life slightly taken aback.

The RHG employee nodded, this time without a smile as he shrugged indifferently, “You actually should’ve gotten it quite a few weeks ago, but due to a complication in the shipping department, we lost track of it for a small period of time. Though once we realized the error, we made sure to locate it and send it on its way.”

The Immortal strolled up to him and took the letter, his fingers running over the paper with just the slightest hint of intrigue.

Abbas once again nodded to the younger man, “Thank you.” He said, the gratefulness actually sincere.

The employee nodded back, then headed for the door, leaving without another word.

Abbas took the letter to his office, where he sat quietly and sliced open the top with his custom letter opener, that is, a crudely constructed knife. The paper cut easily, allowing the Immortal to lift the letter inside to be lifted free of its previous confines.

He read it over slowly, not wishing to miss a detail as he glazed over the words with an earnest interest.




Al-salāmu ʿalaykum, oh Al-Abbas Min Filastin

You don't know me, but I saw you take down those bank robbers. You looked so cool jumping onto the car! I've never seen a horse run that fast either! And how easily you took them out was amazing! But plunging the sword through the thigh of one of the guys was a bit gruesome. I almost threw up a bit. Thankfully I wasn't close enough to see it all that well.
However, motashakr awi for dealing with them. Seeing you take those men out and then leaving before the ambulance arrived was so cool! You didn't even wait to hear a thank you from them.

Seeing you inspired me. I wanted to do something. I wanted to help the world be a better place like you did that day and many days before, I imagine. But I can't do what you did. I'm not as strong as you, I'm not as fast as you, I'm not as agile as you. In fact, the way you dealt with those robbers almost looked like you were something else. Sure, you were wearing a tunic, but anyone could see just how sculpted your body is and gracefully you moved. You're no ordinary human. You're, like, a God among humans.
But that doesn't mean I can throw my arms down. I'm going to do my part. Seeing you like that made me decide that I want to fight crime too. I'm still in high-school so my time is limited, and I still need to go to college, but I'll help make the world a better place in any way I can during my free time! In fact, I've talked to a few friends of mine about what you did, even showed them some pictures I took. They're totally on board! We're all going to help make the world a better place. Starting with our town, then our city, then our country and then the whole world!
And I know that one day, we're going to meet you. And maybe you'll... let us help you fight against these corrupted people as thanks for inspiring us... I'd love that.
At any rate, you'll be hearing from me soon. Keep an eye on the news~!

Maʿ al-salāmah
Sincerely,
Anonymous

“A God among Humans?” He said quietly, quickly running over that section again. He smacked himself in the forehead, the slightest of frustration showing on his face.

“How did I not notice someone taking pictures of me?!” He complained quietly, taking his hand away. The last bit had him intrigued though.

He glanced over it again, reading the portion out loud, “At any rate, you’ll be hearing from me soon. Keep an eye on the news!” He copied.

Abbas tossed the letter onto his desk and slumped back into his chair. He stayed like this for a minute, silent and thinking, when he sat up abruptly and rifled through the papers on his desk.

Finding a recent newspaper, the Immortal glanced through it until he found the article he was looking for.

Young Detective Helps Police.

Abbas raced through the reading, picking up bits of info that began forming a complicated puzzle in his mind.

“Pure, a sixteen year old detective?” He questioned no one in particular, the words hanging in the air like a cloud.

The Immortal flipped to another page of the newspaper, where a second article caught his eye, this time for darker reasons. He glanced it over with growing concern, the words only emphasizing his point.


Another brutal attack against a group of people linked to the city's mafia happened late last night. Seventeen people were reported killed in gruesome fashion at the office building near the casino "The Grand". The sole survivor was Dio Cassadena, one of the alleged lieutenants of Vague City's mafia boss, who was brutalized an inch away from death. This is the 5th attack of the sort against Vague City's criminal underworld in the last three months. The only witnesses of these attacks are the few the murderers decide to keep alive. This is happening right under our noses and, more than once now, it has taken hours for the police to even appear in the scene. What kind of cops do we even have?

A grimace made itself present on Abbas’ face as he smacked the newspaper back down onto his desk. The gesture caused a small gust and sent his letter off the desktop. He snatched it up out of the air, glancing at it once more.

He turned it over in his hands, coming upon a strange message on the back of the paper…


Hey there, Abbas. Look, I want to have some fun here, so I'm giving you a little challenge. You must have been made aware of a few news or conversations that, among others, involved a couple of very special little ladies. Both of these ladies hold some nasty secrets. Some more apparent than the others, but they're both messed up. I don't know which of them was it or why they sent a message to you, but the contents are honest. I'd like you to grab all the tidbits of information you have on them and:
A: Order them chronologically,
B: Tell me who you think wrote this fan letter of yours,
C: What made you think that was the right person.
Don't worry about this paper. If you want, just write on the back of it, doesn't matter. You just need to write the answers somewhere. All I ask is that, when (if) you're done, you just go to the nearest desk officially belonging to the RHG and tell them to deliver it to a Mr. Crank. They'll know what to do. Don't worry.

As a bit of incentive, I can assure you that your action (even if you just decide to toss this away) will have consequences for the people involved in those pieces of information. What kind of consequences will depend on your answers.
I apologise for such a weird letter.

Sincerely,
Anonymous ; )

The Immortal’s brow creased and his frown deepened even further. Pondering his choices for a minute, Abbas stood from his seat and moved it out of the way, swinging the portrait behind his desk to the side, revealing the mechanism hidden behind it.

Within a minute of activating it, Abbas was hurling downward in the elevator, the letter still in his hand, along with the newspaper.

He entered the living space hastily, where Levi and Riley sat watching TV. Abbas picked up the remote and shut off their entertainment, instantaneously causing an uproar.

“What the heck man?!” Levi yelled, grabbing for the piece of equipment.

Riley stood from his seat, seeing the troubled look on Abbas’ face, and led the Immortal over to the set of three beds. He shot a look at the two things in the Immortal’s hands, then back to Abbas’ dark brown eyes.

“What is it?” He asked quickly, and Abbas held the letter in front of him, “Read through this, there’s more on the back too. I got some stuff in the paper you need to see too.”

The Dead Man Walking carefully pulled the letter free of Abbas’ grasp and read over it, his right eye blazing red as it scanned over the piece as well.

Finally, he gave it back and the Immortal handed him the newspaper to read, pointing out the two articles he’d seen before.

Riley sped through them, glancing up from time to time with obvious concern.

Levi was flipping through channels and, as Abbas watched, hit one of the many News networks.

He rushed past Riley and grabbed the Hunter by his shoulder, Levi looked up at him, and Abbas right back, “Keep it here. I need to see something.”

His accomplice nodded, then turned his attention back to the screen in front of him. Just as Abbas had thought, reports of brutal murders, matching the ones he’d seen in the paper, were being told.

Abbas, Levi and Riley, who was done reading, watched intently, but were abruptly interrupted as the channel’s signal was lost, and was met with nothing but static. The Immortal grabbed the remote, desperately trying to get it back, “What’d you do?” He asked, but Levi shrugged helplessly.

“Nothing! The channel’s having issues I guess!” He floundered, eyes wide.

Riley remained steely in his demeanor, standing tall over both of them. Suddenly, he raised his metal right arm, pointing a carbon finger back at the television. “Guys, look.” He said, simple and clear.

Abbas and Levi, who were both fumbling over the remote, glanced up to see the connection was coming back, but not a news broadcast, rather, a black screen and simple audio. The three of them listened, the words sending chills down all of their spines.


Citizens of Vague City. I am sad to inform you today of a great tragedy.
Our Idol. Our Teacher. Our God.
He has shown us that... he is fake. He has lost his way and joined the corporation of crooks that is the RHG! He who once stood so noble and so pure, but not anymore! He has shunned us by turning his back on what he stood for, so we shall do the same to him! But fear not! We shall carry on his teachings. We shall make the world a better place. A place where no one has to fear getting robbed, kidnapped, murdered. The world will be free of crime, be it by us or those that will come after us.

Forever in service of the people,
Virtue…

As soon as it was done, the screen returned to static, then to the original news broadcast. The trio remained silent.

Levi broke the quiet first, “Who are they talking about guys?” He said aloud, and Abbas shook his head.

“Me. They have to be talking about me. The letter, this girl, Pure, she said she wanted to become a detective after seeing me take down those crooks on the highway.”

Riley shook his head, “They may have been talking about you in the broadcast and the letter, but this Pure chick sounds like a good enough person, she wouldn’t go around brutally murdering people as a detective. I think her antithesis just revealed herself, Virtue. She was the one addressing you on the television just now.”

Abbas nodded, thinking it over, “The extra letter on the back, the other anonymous writer, I don’t what he wants, but it’s clear he’s got a bone to pick with these two girls.”

Levi waved at Riley to hand him the letter, and the Operative obliged, allowing Levi to read it over quickly. The Hunter set it on the couch when he was done.

“Well, you don’t want any trouble with this person right? Don’t associate with him then. Don’t write back.”

Riley shook his head at the thought, “He can’t, as best as I can tell, this man means to kill both girls, no matter innocent they may be, in cold blood if Abbas doesn’t reply.”

The Immortal, distracted, wasn’t listening, as he’d strolled away from the discussion and was grabbing a pen from one of the bedside tables. He came back over and picked up the letter, beginning to scribble his reply underneath the second message.

Riley grabbed his arm, temporarily stopping him, “Whoa Abbas, don’t just go diving into this headfirst, you don’t know if this guy is a friend or foe.”

Abbas ripped his limb away and continued to write, “If I don’t reply, two girls, innocent or not, might die. I shouldn’t risk that. You’re former CIA Riley, you would know better than me about dealing with threats.”

Riley shrugged the aggression off, backing away slowly, “Alright, alright. But still, consider all your options. You don’t know if this guy is actually able to do anything and he may just be pulling your leg for information. Think on it.”

Abbas shook his head, “Other men would walk away and do nothing. I won’t, Riley, I will not be a coward and possibly condemn these girls to death. Besides, if Virtue is the one murdering these criminals, she did say that herself and her followers would continue spreading my ways, and now even more murder cases are being reported. It can’t be a coincidence.” He explained.

Levi was nodding his head, and Riley was shaking his, “Fine, go ahead, maybe you can catch the writer while you’re at it.” He replied, defeat in his voice.
***
Twenty minutes later, under the setting sun’s light, Abbas made his way to the nearest RHG facility, intent to deliver his return letter.

As he walked, he looked over his letter, reading it once more before finally sealing it in the envelope.


Dear Anonymous,

I don’t know who you are, but I can tell you that I know Pure was the one who wrote me the fan-letter. While I still don’t understand your motives, I’ll have you know that if I find out you hurt either of these girls, innocent or not, I will hunt you down.

In terms of the order of such tidbits of information, it would most likely go like this:
Pure’s sighting of me on the highway in Los Angeles
Pure becoming a detective after being inspired by me
Virtue and Pure’s conversation that leaked online
Virtue’s broadcast from the internet to multiple news networks

But, to prove my point, several news broadcasts detailing Pure’s rise as a teenage detective tell that she became a detective after watching a certain crimefighter take down some bank robbers. I will admit, that was me, not a coincidence I’d reckon.

Even more, after having an associate of mine cross reference a certain name from the news, I came up with a viral conversation that was between Pure the detective and Virtue. This confirmed that Pure had seen me that day on the highway, as she perfectly describes how I took them down.

So there you go, that’s all I have for you, but remember my end, if I find out, and I will find out, that you hurt either of them, you will taste my steel.



Dear Abbas,

My, my. I was actually mildly offended that you thought I might harm those poor ladies at first but, given the way I worded my incentive, I guess I can't fault you too much for that idea. It did sound a bit ominous, so hey, I apologise for that. To put your mind at ease, no; I never intended to and never would have harmed them... unless they are threatening my life, of course. Chivalry can be forgone if a woman is trying to kill you.

At any rate, while I do have sway in the way this case will go, they weren't in any danger from me. The reason I asked for your input was because you are in this. However, your only thread of involvement was this fan letter, so were so outside of the loop that your perspective could have been useful.

You accuse little Miss Detective of writing that letter to you.
I see.
But your reasoning seems faulty. You base your entire argument on Pure's statements about her initial motivations, but the bits you fill in are dangerous assumptions. You assumed Pure was talking about your event in LA, but let's break it down. For convenience, we'll reference the IM conversation that got leaked since at least I can be sure that we're both thinking of the same thing:

"I saw him stop a robbery. He was so cool." - She saw him stop a robbery. Yeah, you did stop a robbery in LA, but yours was a bank robbery. There's no mention of that specific type of robbery anywhere.

"There was a chase, there was a car crash, but he still kept going." - You chased, you provoked a car crash and you did, indeed, keep going. But the reason why assuming it's the same as yours is dangerous is because there's nothing here that wouldn't also fit the description of a police chase that continued on foot after both cops and robbers crashed.

"And when the robbers went after him he took them down so easily..." - Well, I'd imagine anyone proficient in martial arts, as any policeman should be to some extent, can take down three uninstructed individuals.

"And he left immediately after he knocked them out." - Yeah... this one I can give to you. It does sound a lot like what you did. But at the same time, it's also possible that this individual left the perpetrators in a situation where he knew they wouldn't go anywhere and just left. Like, for instance, cuffed to some kind of post.

The point here is this: yes, it does sound similar to what you did in Los Angeles, but nothing in what she says is exactly what you went through. Filling those gaps with the amount of confidence you seem to have can lead to rather disastrous outcomes.
To drive the point home, I also appended here a police report from a few years back. If you look at it, it also fits the description Pure gave. And the story's also heroic enough to inspire an impressionable youth. It's not unreasonable to think that something similar to this could have happened around a year or so ago. You do not have enough evidence to claim what you did with that kind of certainty.

I'd discuss more of what you said, but you really did just hinge everything on a single thing. I'm slightly disappointed, really.

Still, the way you approached it and so vehemently stated your conclusion is worthy of taking into account. I think I have an idea of what to do. Thank you for playing along.

Also, cut the crap with that kind of threat. The implications you make with that have you look just as much of a monster as you believe mankind to be.

Sincerely,
Anonymous

P.S.: I contacted Mr. Crank and confirmed it: you were so focused on my little addition to your lost fan letter that you never actually did anything with the letter proper. You never answered to the poor gal. How rude... Hopefully you didn't break her heart D:




Case Number: 0578491
Date: REDACTED


On REDACTED at REDACTED hours, while performing patrolling as a civilian a I was dispatched to 221b Baker St. alongside OFC QUINN to respond to a call of house invasion by the residing couple (Identified as THERESA LAINE, 49 and CARL LAINE, 47).

Upong arrival, we were met with three perpetrators just leaving the house with their goods in tow (Identified as RICHARD FORT, 29; ERIC VAHL, 33; VINCENT YOUNG, 20)
We both left the vehicle and ordered the criminals to put their hands in the air, guns drawn; to which they all dashed into their car and tried to leave.

As the SNR OFC, I ordered OFC QUINN to go inside the house and make sure the residents were safe and sound while I returned to our vehicle and chased the criminals.

After 15 minutes of pursuit around the residential district, where I reported the situation to nearby officers in the meantime, I intercepted their vehicle and succeeded in pushing them off the road and hit a nearby tree.

Leaving the car once more, I cautiously approached the smoking vehicle, weapon drawn while simultaneously ordering the perpretators to leave with their hands in the air.

Upon reaching the door, I was surprised by the driver's reaction. RICHARD jumped out of the door and knocked my gun back while falling on top of me, quickly running away.

After quickly regaining my footing, a chase on foot ensued as the other two criminals, ERIC and VINCENT, quickly ran as well.
After tackling the closest one, I was forced to use extensive force and engage in a short physical altercation where I knocked all three of them unconscious.

It was then that I received communication that another patrol car was a minute away from my position. I gave instructions on what to do and left the scene after cuffing all perpetrators to the nearest lightpost as I had yet to hear from OFC QUINN since the chase had begun.

OFC QUINN later confirmed that MR and MRS LAINE were fine and had suffered no injurues.
The stolen belonging were quickly returned and the three criminals arrested.


Reporting Officer: James Brighton
Date: REDACTED





Pressure continues to build on Pure
For the third time this week, Tahirah, also known as Pure; the country's most recent media darling after her debut as a young detective (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ), has been taking in for questioning following a leak from within the police where it is revealed she has been hiding information regarding Virtue, the supposed leader of a group of vigilante murderers that have been attacking the city's criminal underworld.
So far, nothing has been announced of what the questionings have surfaced. The Vague City Police has kept a tight lip on pretty much everything, including Pure herself, who has refused to answer to anything after she was escorted out of the police station. The look on her eyes though tells us of a much different person than the cheery personality that she so quickly had us used to.

Outside of the police's grasps, saying people's opinions on the matter are polarizing would be an understatement. With every new bit of news on the matter, waves of comments flood in on the articles and social media as people lash out in either defense or criticism of Pure's conduct and ethics.
Conspiracy theories are a favourite and the the amount of noise has been soo much that Pure herself has locked her accounts everywhere to avoid the undoubtedly massive barrage of message's she's been getting on the matter.

It's a rough time for the young detective and something most teenagers would surely not be able to manage.
Here's hoping it all comes to light and dies down soon.



@cPorter
Breakthrough in Virtue case
Police has lead on possible ID
No comment on fan letter rumour
Pure cooperating. Regrets mistakes.
#FanLetterMVP




@cPorter
Article about the police announcement in a few hours. Couldn't fit that into a tweet. Stupid 140 characters :(:(:(



Abra opened his phone to see that he got an email, opening the app he saw three things. First, the sender's id, dswizzle2804, a name that made him think the person was a child. Then the subject, an obnoxious and ridiculous title, reinforcing the idea it was sent by a fool. Finally, the first sentence of the foolish email that suggested the person had taken time out of their busy schedule of sniffing glue and eating crayons to waste his time with their inability to spell or capitalize. The magician snorted in disgust and deleted the email, not even bothering to open it. It would simply be a waste of his time.

Now I don’t know how I feel about changing my last name to Merryweather, or perhaps we can all take your last name, or even make a new last name, now wouldn’t that be exciting?

If you want what’s best for her, you know I’m right. Think about it.

Sincerely,
Your future wife-to-be

David set down the letter and look at Altaer, who was watching him expectantly.

"Well...what do you think, Al?"

Altaer huffed and rolled his eyes. "Why the fuck do you think I gave you this letter? I have no freakin' clue."

David stood, and strolled around the room, smiling to himself. "Hey, you could at least respond. What harm could it do?"

Altaer's eyes narrowed as he leaned forward in his chair to grab a shot of whiskey. "I could end up married, that's what."

"You wanted that once."

"Not now, David. Probably not ever at this point. I mean...some time in the far future, but not yet...Kathryne is enough."

David sat down beside Altaer on the leather sofa. "Yes, but are you enough for her? She won't be a child for long, and I know Dracustos loves her...but he's not a mother. What about her?"

Altaer stroked his chin thoughtfully. "I just...I don't know. I mean, anyone who would want to marry me has to be a bit of a freak." He threw his hands up. "Fine, I'll look into this. But with Spectre, not myself. Unless she's hot. Then I'll meet her. But just look into it. Not necessarily marry. Happy?"

David smiled, clearly pleased with himself. "Yes....quite."

A characteristically heavy tap on the door to the office of Doctor David Macbeth placed a momentary pause upon the reviewing of invoices. With the slightest twitch at the edges of his lips, the Doctor smiled and put down his pen. “Dante. Come in,” he coaxed. True to form, Dante Rockwell opened the door to David’s study and stepped in. These days, Macbeth’s office was as much an office from which business was conducted as one from which his Coils sought unscheduled psychological assistance with varying results. Closing the door behind him with one metal hand, and waving loosely to the concealed chagrin of the Doctor with another, Dante took a seat on the couch adjacent to his employer’s desk, awaiting a response.

It came. “Enjoy the briefing?” the Doctor sassed, turning his gaze towards Dante and lifting his angular smile a few degrees on his left. Dante laughed at that, and the Doctor lowered his head and gaze to his desk as he equalized his growing grin. Scarcely a week or two without Dante, and the entire organization of Nehushtan had been destabilized, correlation and causation aside.

Dante nodded of course, but insisted that wasn’t why he was here. There was something he had neglected to mention during the meeting -- a letter that had slipped under the doorway of his supposedly secure home. The source of the letter was unknown. Dante explained that particularly with the timing of its arrival, the letter could be construed as a threat, and offered it to the Doctor to read. It read:



Dear Dante,

Do you know who you are?

You’re a man who’s divided
Undecided, misguided

You’re a man who’s lost
Been tossed, crossed
Faced holocaust

You’ve been betrayed
Your edges have frayed
You’ve seen loved ones fade
But don’t be afraid

I know who you are.

You’re flesh and steel
But I can make you heal
With the flesh I steal

You make me reel
I can make you real

I can make you feel

You make me kneel
I can be your meal

So let’s make a deal

For your brother
For my mother

We won’t be alone
We’ll share a throne
Of blood and bone
Where lying prone
I’ll make you moan

On the ash of our foes
In the black shadows

With Nexcorp’s death
We’ll breathe new breath

When Nehushtan dies
I’ll be your prize

All things love and lust synonymous

Sincerely,
Anonymous


The Doctor’s thin smile decayed to a near vacuum of expressions, teetering on moue, as he assured his dearest Striker that the safety and well being of his closest aides had always been and would continue to be his highest priority moving forward.

Anything that could be done would be.


Dear Sebby (is it alright if I call you Sebby?),

I've decided that I want you to be my best friend in the entire world, so I'm going to come and give you a huge hug, 'cause that's what you do when you have friends!

If you don't want a hug I could give you a handshake...because I know how to do that and serious people often want handshakes instead of hugs. I could also stand at a distance and bow, if you don't want body contact. I'd be sad if you don't want that, but some people like that sort of thing.

Anyways, I found this really pretty flower this morning and I would like to give it to you, so that the gift means that we're friends! The flower may die and wilt, but it's the thought that counts!

I hope to meet you soon, wherever you are!

Sincerely,
Anonymous

P.S. I hope we can forge a great friendship, 'cause then nothing in the universe can break a bond between true friends.


Gladstone blinked a few times after finishing the letter, mildly confused about the tone of it. The last time he received fan-mail from the RHG, the letter ended up taking an extremely dark tone. This one, however, seemed best described as having been written with unicorns and rainbows. Childish wasn't even enough to describe it. More than that, the person who wrote it didn't even seem exactly human. They exuded a kind of naivety that no one could really possess when growing on Earth.
Still, he smiled, happy to learn that he made someone this excited about befriending him; until a hand from behind him took the letter from his hand.
-Oh, what's this? - The familiar and lovely voice of Sonia asked as she gleamed through the piece of paper
-Hey! - He initially reacted, leaning his head backwards from his chair - Yeah, it's fan mail from the RHG, apparently.
-Does... - She began, confused, before returning the piece of paper - Is she... even five?
-I know. It's really strange... She's articulate enough to be at least be, like ten to twelve; but the way she speaks... it doesn't even look human. No one can show this kind of blind kindness unless they were joking...
-It seemed awfully sincere though. - she pondered as she leaned over, arms sliding down his chest before lightly crossing, chin on his head.
-Which just confuses me even more. I guess I should answer then, huh?
-Yeah... you probably should.
Gladstone sighed slightly, the tips of his fingers planting themselves on the side of his face as he thought about what to even say without feeling as if he was lying.
-Do be nice to her, Sebby-dear. - Sonia asked, patting his head a few times before leaning upright again and walking away.


Dear Anonymous,
I'm not exactly used to having people call me "Sebby", especially not people who I have no idea as to whom they might be, but yeah, I suppose I can make an exception for the time being.

As for becoming my best friend in the entire world, I'm afraid that won't be possible. I already have someone like that and I love her for it, but hey, I'm always up for making new friends. Hugs can wait though. Hugs tend to be... special for me. I'm only ok with giving them to very select people. I'd at least have to know who you are first (but handshakes, kisses on the cheek or happy waving are fine for greetings and farewells!)

Moving on to the flower, it's fine. You can leave the flower be, on the ground, so it can become nutrients for other plants and help them grow into newer, prettier flowers of their own. Like you said, it's the thought that counts, and the fact that you said you picked a flower for me is enough. Thanks! That's really nice of you ^_^

You made me curious about who you might be, but I'm out of the country, so even if we were to meet, it wouldn't work for now. Maybe some other time.
I hope you're doing well.

Sincerely,
Sebastian Gladstone


A letter had appeared on her burrow floor again. It was unaddressed and blank, but on the inside, the letter was clearly talking about her. Compared to the last letter she’d received in this manner, Leelee somehow knew it was from someone else. It began like this:

“It has come to my attention that, for some inexplicable reason, you exist.”

Leelee grinned to herself. Yes! She existed! The letter was right. Giggling, the bunny girl continued to read. The letter said that its writer discovered her while going for a drink in a bar. The text made her laugh. What kind of bar would you able to stand in? Was the bar melted? Perhaps it had been a chocolate bar…but who would stand in their own candy?

“You captured my interest then, so I had to follow.”

Leelee considered that statement. This person, if it was a person, seemed interested in being her friend. Well, she was interested in being his friend too! However, as the letter continued, she began to get a strange sense of doom. The person knew a lot about her, and seemed to have been sneaking around and watching her for a long time. Leelee shivered, momentarily reminded of her death at Vamprina’s blade. Could the letter writer be related to the assassin?

“I aim to hunt you. You may be a curious, innocent creature, but I see you are just a beast in disguise. In my long life, I’ve lost many comrades to creatures such as you.”

The bunny girl’s ears drooped. He’d lost his friends to things like her? How sad.

“I only remained undetected for I kept a distance and studied through my spyglass.”

How did you get glass to spy for you? Leelee’s face scrunched in confusion. Glass couldn’t walk, talk, or sing. She’d have to ask the person if she could find it. Then, the rest of the letter detailed on how she was actually a monster by nature…and that the person was going to kill her before she killed someone else. Leelee sat back, staring at the letter for a while. She wasn’t going to kill anybody! The thought was so terrible that the bunny girl almost cried.

“I will turn you into a trophy. Perhaps a stuffed claw, set upon a plaque…I ache to achieve you. And I will.”

Okay, now she was sure this person wanted her dead and on display in a house. She’d seen this before…in the home of a rich person she’d visited once. The letter was signed Anonymous, but both the ink and the letter had a distinct scent to it. She could find this writer.

Leelee jumped to her feet, tossing the depressing paper away. Of course she would! She’d find the person, give it a huge hug, and show it she wasn’t dangerous. If the person still wanted to kill her, she could run away. She was good at running.

By the time the bunny girl left her burrow, she was in high spirits again. Maybe she didn’t have to find the person. It could think its bad thoughts to itself all day; she wasn’t going to hurt anyone. As she danced outside her home, she stopped short and looked around. Was the person watching her right now?

“I’m not dangerous!” Leelee called out into the woods. “I’m sorry if I’m scaring you; my parents were kind of scary…but I just want you to be my friend!”

The bunny girl fell silent, but the only response was the distant chirping of birds. Leelee sighed, and then began to enter her burrow again. But then…she stopped. The letter smelled hand-delivered. The person must have left it by the burrow entrance while she was sleeping. Looking over her shoulder, Leelee narrowed her eyes. It was time to relocate.


Rag left the confines of his ship’s insides to enjoy a morning’s walk across the deck. The ship felt like it belonged to a pirate, though caught many an odd look as half of it seemed to be caked in rock.

The gargantuan man strolled leisurely, the salty scent of the sea going through his moustache-muffled nose, the taste of it all feeling crisp on his tongue. His ears enjoyed the white noise of waves rolling against the dock and all vessels afloat. He kept his eyes closed to just savour it all with a small smile, not needing to see as he knew the ship like the back of one of his imposing, hairy hands.

“Uh- sir?” He heard a man call up, “Mr… Ragnor? I got your- your mail, sir! Uh. Should I just come up and-”

Rag opened his eyes and peered over the edge of his vessel, seeing the man clad in blue uniform and hat, waving around a few rectangles of paper. Some were tinted yellow, others pure white. The post, of course. With a thankful nod, smile still kept, Rag waved hello to the man and leapt right onto the dock, a good 20 ft drop. It didn’t phase him, though it certainly made the mailman stumble back and almost fall flat on his arse.

Ragnor took the letters from the man’s hand with a light tug, followed by a satisfactory nod. Moving over to the edge of his ship he flipped open a cannon hatch, crawled in and went on his way, hatch slamming shut behind.

The perplexed mailman stared at his empty hand for a moment to assure himself that that just happened.

Rag had retired to his main room, the Captain’s room, to tend to his morning routine. Letters laid upon his desk, amidst the light clutter of books, maps and various tools. With a strong tug, the curtains shot across the rails and the light of the rising sun filled the room. There were many colours of brown, red, alongside the accented colours of this and that. A stone fireplace was working itself, a fire kept behind a shield to let the crackle and heat fill the room.

Heading over to a rack of gowns- all a lovely deep red colour- the barbarian slid one off and let one coat his muscled bod in velvety-smooth fabric. And now it was time to read the post.

He settled down in his chair with a spot of herbal tea and some half eye reading spectacles, each lense a half-circle. Flipping through his letters, he muttered under his breath reading the details of each one. One was a brochure, the other a postcard from an old friend which lent a warm smile to his face. Then there was another letter.

It started, quite simply, with:

“You are so cute! Just like a little bundle of pumpkins. I wish I could squeeze your armpits, because they makes me all jiggley with aspirations.”

The man had to double-take, glasses sliding down his nose a tad. This wasn’t an advertisement, nor a scam. It was just a... an odd jumble of words.

”My love is like a purple rose, because I sat on it.”

His glasses had slid clean off his nose now, landing with a soft ‘flumf’ into the lap of his gown. His brow had furrowed so hard that his eyes could easily make out the written text of the letter.

”Wierd how the parallaxes of our brains fart in sequence without interrupting tick-tocks, isn’t it? Still, it occurred to me that you’re the Peter Pan to my Joker, the Jolly Green Giant to my corn niblets.”

His hands began to tremble, and his whole body followed suit. Anger bubbled and brewed beneath his skin, reddening his cheeks and causing his chair to vibrate across the floor, pulling him away from his desk. Perhaps the chair feared for the desk, as they had been good friends for many years and would be awfully broken up if the desk got goddamn obliterated.

The confusion was intense, churning internally into a furious frenzy. His muscles tensed up, ripping through the gown’s fabric. His teeth clenched, spittle flying out from the bassy growl of his disgust, dotting the paper with dark wet spots.

”The excessive superlatives drip like the synthetic goo from a ho-ho.”

He tore himself upright, the chair flinging back into the ship’s wall. The seat was thankful that it took the blow and not the desk, which wept for the selfless sacrifice.

The gown was simply ribbons on the floor, laying at the feet of the infuriated male, intoxicated with inordinate amounts of rage. Despite his full-body reaction to this bamboozling letter, the piece of paper remained without a single tear. In fact, the only person seemingly being torn apart- internally, at least- was Ragnor, whose mouth was now agape in an unending AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

”They say a dog is only worth the hair on it’s two legs, but your curliness is fossilized as far as I’m concerned.”

He would read to the very last word, despite his face now drenched in sweat. He paced around the room, each lumbering immense footstep causing the ship to tremble. The sails wobbled, the cannons shoot, and the water radiated in waves from the vessel’s hull. He had to find out who sent him this atrocious, little-effort piece of infuriating garbage.

”Sincerely,
Anon Y. Mous”

And that was it.

His eyes tore from the paper, the sheet wafted about in one hand as he performed gratuitous hand gestures about. He yelled in a constant tone that trembled his windows. He knocked things over and booted his door open. He released a cloud-splitting roar to the skies, causing seagulls to fall from the heavens in shock and divebomb the sea around him. The vigorous vibrations caused the ropes of his ship to loosen their knots, and his sails fell down and caught a hearty breeze. Climbing to the bow, he cast his never-ending booming voice to the horizon, his beard and hair wafting in the breeze. The rope tied to the port simply tore the metal anchor off the pier and dragged it through the water behind the departing vessel.

It seemed like his fit of rage had released him, so he knew he had to calm himself down and tend to his wheel. Well, at least lower the anger levels to a lower yell instead of a full-on scream.

He retreated to beneath the decks of his ship, heading toward a room behind a locked door. The lock was hung from his neck, hidden behind his beard, an old rusted key. Inside the room laid countless sheets of paper and pictures nailed to walls. Items and objects on display in cases and on desks. A single painting, covered with a red curtain. A large wooden crate of simple daggers sat in the center of the room. He plucked one simply from the box and stabbed the letter into the wall, just like he did so many other things in there.

This was the room full of Ragnor’s treasure: His rage fuel. Each picture and portrait was of a person who had wronged him. Each letter was either a hand-written memory, log or quote that stirred him up inside. Grudges adorned the walls. The only thing that was not on display openly was the painting.

It was a portrait painted by a wonderful amateur artist depicting Ragnor in one of his calm moments. Some say that, instead of the picture ageing instead of him, the picture actually remains calm instead of him. Whilst Ragnor is a seething pile of rage and aggro, the painting is calmer than an ocean breeze on a tepid day, causing whoever to look upon it to fall into almost a comatose state of calm. Every time Rag approached a moment where his temperature could drop, instead the painted sky got a little bluer, the clouds a little fluffier, the hand-detailed a smile a little softer.

In truth, the artist accidentally messed up on the nose and the imperfection has Rag fly off the fucking chain. He can’t have that shit on display.

And so, Rag stormed out of his rage room. His morning routine finished. He woke up, had his breakfast, collected his post, kickstarted his disastrous anger, and now was fit and ready to sail the seas with only one word on his lips:
”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ”



By whatever means he uses, Abbas had been hearing of a group of people brutally attacking criminals. Most of them appeared dead in gruesome ways. Some showed signs of clearly sadistic torture torture; a few, higher profile, criminals were brought so close to death that they were not capable of ever recovering full function in society.



Another brutal attack against a group of people linked to the city's mafia happened late last night. Seventeen people were reported killed in gruesome fashion at the office building near the casino "The Grand". The sole survivor was Dio Cassadena, one of the alleged lieutenants of Vague City's mafia boss, who was brutalized an inch away from death. This is the 5th attack of the sort against Vague City's criminal underworld in the last three months. The only witnesses of these attacks are the few the murderers decide to keep alive. This is happening right under our noses and, more than once now, it has taken hours for the police to even appear in the scene. What kind of cops do we even have?


It was relatively well-talked about, the interview between Celine Porter, a well-known reporter for the city's tabloid, Vagueness, and the Chief of Police of Vague City William Franklin, where she grilled the Chief for the authority's inability to deal with the recent attacks on the local criminal underworld. Heard in various form on every piece of media and the general populace's daily conversations for at least a couple of days.



Reporter Celine Porter: Hello, Chief of Police Franklin, thank you for your time. I'll cut right to the chase. This is the 5th attack over the course of three months and the people are getting worried. What kind of progress has the police made since the first one?
Chief of Police William Franklin: Thank you for having me. The police of Vague City is just as concerned as the citizens about these attacks and we can assure you we're doing all we can to find who these people are and bring them to justice. We're not entirely sure yet, but the leader seems to be going by either the name "Virtue" or "Pure". Adding to that, we can confirm that the attackers seem to be following the steps of someone else. Some sort of... idol for this vigilante cause.
CP: It's true that they only seem to target those they believe to be criminals. What about the surviving victims? Have they recovered enough to talk to the police?
WF: The victims are recovering well but have not yet been able to cooperate. All we know from them is that the attackers showed no remorse.
CP: The police have been under fire over their inability of stopping such brutal murders, sometimes even taking hours before reaching the crime scenes. Some public figures are even calling into question the police's competence. What have you been doing to try to do a better job at this?
WF: *chuckle* The claims of incompetence are a bit unfair, I must admit. Everyone at the police force does their best to ensure the job is done properly. But yes, we've been diverting more resources into this. We cannot allow another attack to happen.
[...]
(The interview then devolves into slowly more and more heated arguments about various crime situations around the city, the state of the police and its budget as well as what kind of powers the police should have)


A girl named Tahirah made the news one day because of her contribution in the capture of a known fugitive skipping town every month.




Young detective helps police
A young girl by the name of Tahirah, 16, also known as "Pure" for her sense of justice, alongside her friends, managed to help the police close the case on a fugitive criminal that had been skipping from town to town for about a year now, swindling people out of their savings by pretending to be an up-and-coming rapper, giving out free CDs and USB sticks with his "mixtape", and then stealing their passwords once people plugged them into their computers to have a listen.
After eavesdropping on an older man giving a testimony to a police officer, the young detective took it upon herself to investigate, bringing her friends along. Soon enough, she found what would have been the critical piece of evidence at the crime scene. Presenting it to the police was met with indifference, as it did not seem relevant, but Tahirah, following her gut instincts, decided to keep the evidence and continue her personal investigation.
"The police didn't think it was important." She recounted to Vagueness. "And I can't blame them, but I just knew it was linked to the criminal. It was a... gut feeling, really. I can't really explain it. *giggles*"
Well, that gut feeling bore fruit. The following day, she managed to use that piece to find where the fugitive had been hiding in the town and called the police just hours before the criminal skipped to the next town.
Tahirah and her friends were publicly thanked by the police, awarded a small prize and a day-long tour of the police headquarters. By the sparkle in her eyes, I'd say that, in the next 6 or 7 years, we'll at least be seeing a young Miss Tahirah fresh out of the Academy.


Pure talks to Virtue. This, only meant for the police at first, ended up getting leaked and going viral.


Virtue: Hello, wooorld~!
Pure: I don't suppose taking this seriously is a thing you can do?
Virtue: I know you're recording all of this, so I might as well say hi to everyone, don't you think?
Virtue: ...
Virtue: ...fiiiine...
Virtue: So, what can I do for you Miss Pure?
Pure: You can cut the crap too, Virtue. We both know formality from you is just sarcasm.
Virtue: Wow, geez, you really are a spoilsport
Pure: Whose orders do you follow?
Virtue: Mine.
Pure: Then who the hell is this idol you're always going on about?
Virtue: That's a secret >v>
Virtue: Do you have an idol, Pure?
Pure: ...Will you tell me yours if I tell you mine?
Virtue: Sure
Pure: *sighs* Fine.
Pure: Well... my idol is a guy I saw a year or so ago.
Virtue: A... guy?
Pure: Yeah. A guy. I saw him stop a robbery. He was so cool.
Pure: There was a chase, there was a car crash, but he still kept going.
Pure: And when the robbers went after him he took them down so easily...
Virtue: Never took you for the type of gal who watched one action movie too many.
Pure: It was the coolest thing! And he left immediately after he knocked them out.
Pure: Didn't even get to see his face properly. He just wanted to stop the robbery.
Pure: But since then, I figured I want to make the world a better place, like he does. But in my own way.
Pure: Which is why I started to become a detective.
Pure: Now it's your turn.
Virtue: Right. Right... My idol.
Virtue: Well, mine... is bald.
Virtue: Has red gloves
Pure: what?
Virtue: A white cape and a yellow suit!
Pure: Would you quit trolling me and answer the damn question, please?
Pure: Geez, Virtue, it's always like this with you...
Virtue: But it's so fun to mess with you!
Virtue: I'm not even this way normally. It's just when I'm talking to you Tahirah.
Pure: Lucky me... and don't call me by my name...
Virtue: What difference does it make? You know my name too.
Pure: No I don't.
Virtue: Oh~? Does the world not know that Tahi-dearest?
Virtue: Oops! Did I just accidentally reveal that you're hiding information about me?
Virtue: Oh my... what a blunder... OoO
Virtue: And here I thought Miss Tahirah was actually entirely Pure... What a shame...
System: Pure has logged off the chat.


Virtue makes her first statement outside of her blog.


Citizens of Vague City.
I am sad to inform you today of a great tragedy.
Our Idol. Our Teacher. Our God.
He has shown us that... he is fake. He has lost his way and joined the corporation of crooks that is the RHG! He who once stood so noble and so pure, but not anymore! He has shunned us by turning his back on what he stood for, so we shall do the same to him! But fear not! We shall carry on his teachings. We shall make the world a better place. A place where no one has to fear getting robbed, kidnapped, murdered. The world will be free of crime, be it by us or those that will come after us.

Forever in service of the people,
Virtue




27th of June



Pressure continues to build on Pure
For the third time this week, Tahirah, also known as Pure; the country's most recent media darling after her debut as a young detective (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ), has been taking in for questioning following a leak from within the police where it is revealed she has been hiding information regarding Virtue, the supposed leader of a group of vigilante murderers that have been attacking the city's criminal underworld.
So far, nothing has been announced of what the questionings have surfaced. The Vague City Police has kept a tight lip on pretty much everything, including Pure herself, who has refused to answer to anything after she was escorted out of the police station. The look on her eyes though tells us of a much different person than the cheery personality that she so quickly had us used to.

Outside of the police's grasps, saying people's opinions on the matter are polarizing would be an understatement. With every new bit of news on the matter, waves of comments flood in on the articles and social media as people lash out in either defense or criticism of Pure's conduct and ethics.
Conspiracy theories are a favourite and the the amount of noise has been soo much that Pure herself has locked her accounts everywhere to avoid the undoubtedly massive barrage of message's she's been getting on the matter.

It's a rough time for the young detective and something most teenagers would surely not be able to manage.
Here's hoping it all comes to light and dies down soon.


29th of June


@cPorter
Breakthrough in Virtue case
Police has lead on possible ID
No comment on fan letter rumour
Pure cooperating. Regrets mistakes.
#FanLetterMVP




@cPorter
Article about the police announcement in a few hours. Couldn't fit that into a tweet. Stupid 140 characters :(:(:(


4th of July


A large, 4 page article about everything Pure said about Virtue was on the front page of Vagueness' website. It broke the news everywhere. At the centre of it was the interview she recorded, transcribed below.

This is an audio file recorded by Celine Porter's iPhone.

Celine Porter: Mr. Cassadena? My name's Celine Porter, reporting for Vagueness. I'd like to ask you a few things.
Dio Cassadena: *groans* Give me one good reason to not shout right now. I'm not receiving visitors. Especially not media. I thought I had guards at the door.
CP: There's no way I was going to miss an exclusive statement from Dio Cassadena after he finally wakes up from the latest attack from Virtue. You can shout all you want. I'm allowed to be here.
DC: *chuckle* Is that so? *tries to shout, heavy coughing follows* Fuck... that hurts...
DC: So I take it you're not leaving just because I asked.
CP: *light chuckle* No, of course not. Also, I am obliged to tell you that I'm recording this conversation between us.
DC: *sighs* Of course you are... I figured that much.
DC: Go on... give me your questions.
CP: Let's start with a simple one, for the audience. How are you feeling?
DC: Pfft. I'm blind; my right hand is destroyed and the doctors tell me they couldn't reattach my legs in time so I don't have anything from the knees down, even though the phantom pain hurts like a motherfucker every night. Not to mention all the scars I'll be getting that I can't even look at. Draw your own damn conclusions.
CP: Indeed. Must be terrible
DC: Heh. I don't need fake sympathy. But at least this will be temporary.
CP: Oh so you're getting prosthetics?
DC: *mumbled sound of approval*
CP: Hopefully your body will adapt well to them. Moving on: what can you remember of the night of the attack?
DC: *a mixture of a sigh with a groan* Pain. Pain and fear.
CP: Surely there was more.
DC: There was, but I don't want to talk about it.
CP: Why?
DC: ...Because they're fucking scary.
CP: They're not here now, are they? You can talk.
DC: Not on the bloody record, now can I!?
*door opens and closes*
Young female voice: Nor out of it. He can't say anything that can identify them.
CP: What!? Pure? Why are you here?
DC: ...that voice...
Pure: Yes, Uncle. It's me. No need to get nervous.
CP: Uncle!?
Pure: Well, "Uncle". He's a friend of the family.
CP: What!? What do you mean, "friend"?
DC: How's your father?
Pure: Still doesn't like my career choice. Heh, can't imagine why. 'Thinks it's just a phase.
DC: *chuckles. There's noticeable effort* Ironic, isn't it?
CP: Wait! I'm totally out of the loop here.
Pure: He's worried about you, Uncle. And so am I. You look awful.
DC: Don't worry, lass. By the time I'm out of here, I'll be better than I've been in years. I'll be rebuilt! Better, stronger, faster... I'll show up at your next birthday and light your cake with a blowtorch coming out of my hand, you just watch!
Pure: Oh~! That'd be awesome! You have to get that now. It's a promise, ok?
DC: *laughs* Promise!
CP: *noticeably irritated* Hold up! Hold up! Pure!!! I'm sorry for breaking up the reuinion, but... dafuq!? How do you know him? Why does he know your father? Why is he a friend of your family? I do NOT like to be kept in the dark!
Pure: Father is an important man. He speaks to a lot people.
Pure: Uncle Cassadena is one of the people he's known the longest.
CP: And why are you here? This was supposed to be an exclusive interview... Even though you're providing info for a good scoop too.
Pure: You wouldn't get anything out of him. Plus, after what I told the police, my best shot is to dissiminate the details the best I can so they cannot get erased.
DC: What? What happened while I was out?
Pure: I'll explain in a moment. It's not like I have long to live, anyway.
CP: Not long to live?
Pure: I spoke. Virtue's people will come after me. That fan letter rumour that's been going around? I wrote that letter. Kind of surprised when that interrogator showed it to me. I had forgotten about it entirely. Never even got a reply.
Pure: But yeah. In there I mention that I showed what I saw with a few friends. Fadilah, Virtue, was one of them. She too got inspired by the tale, but we had different opinions on how to make the world better.
Pure: Her's was... well, more violent, to put it lightly. She left. Met some people. I don't know much after that, but I kept in contact with her online. She seemed largely the same.
Pure: After the first attack, it didn't take me long to realize that she was involved. I confronted her about it, threatened to report her, but she made good points. And she was going after people that were legitemately bad. I was already involved with the police at the time so I only asked that they kept going only for bad people and that they warned me about it. In exchange, I provided information about police patrols and searches. I figured they could be an arm of justice that could go where the police couldn't. That they could do more good than harm.
Pure: But then they attacked without my knowledge. They did target criminals, but this time civilians were involved too.
Pure: I lashed at her for what she did. And she lashed back. We didn't talk for a while. Until that conversation that got leaked.
Pure: I had kept quiet in the hopes of finding her first and talking her out of it before the police got to her, but she betrayed me.
CP: That's why she agreed to the conversation...
Pure: I panicked and jumped out of the chat. I knew I was in trouble. I was immediately taken in for questioning. The rest, the world already knows.
DC: You really are like your father *laughs before immediately moaning in pain* Ow... ow... fuck...
Pure: I know what my mistakes were, and I've been working to fix them since. The police are willing to give me a second chance, provided I survive. But yeah. Fadilah's Virtue. Last name Bitar. She's 23. About as tall as me. Same skin tone. Straight dark hair tied in a bun most of the times.
Pure: Also, Uncle, you know you felt it when they implanted it. Get that chip off your cortex. Write it down, Ms. Porter. He might not be able to ask for it himself.
CP: What? Oh... uhm... right... But how did you know about the chip?
*door opens and closes*
*a couple of seconds pass*
Pure: *muffled from the other side of the wall* Different survivor!




[Chronology]

Letter,
News Report written by Celine Porter
Interview,
[gap in time]
News excerpt from Vagueness
[mild gap in time]
IM Messaging
Appended message to the letter
Internet communication broadcast to news outlets (flexible)
Abbas’ response
Mysterious reply
Pressure continues to build on Pure
Tweets about breakthrough in the Virtue case
Dio Cassadena speaks

[Characters]

Fadilah Bitar - 23 - Female - Virtue
Tahirah Masih - 16 - Female - Pure
Celine Porter - 30 (Currently in denial, claims 29) - Female - Reporter for Vagueness
Dio Cassadena - 57 - Male - Alleged Lieutenant of Vague City’s Mafia
William Franklin - 55 - Male - Vague City’s Chief of Police

[Arab terms]

Fadilah - Female name that means "Virtue"
Tahirah - Female name that means "Pure"
Al-salāmu ʿalaykum - "Peace be with you" (A general, formal greeting)
Maʿ al-salāmah - "With peace" (A general, formal farewell)
Motashakr Awi - "Many thanks"


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Dear Altaer,

Hi, this is my first time writing one of these so apologies in advance if it seems a bit rambly or incoherent. I just wanted to get the opportunity to tell you that I love you. I’m sure you get that told to you a lot I mean how could you not. You’re just so manly and handsome. The way how you handle your business is just so sexy. I guess some people might be turned off or scared by a man who kills for a living but I’m not scared of you, because unlike them, I know you deeper than that. But I didn’t just send this to fan girl, I sent this because I think you’re missing something in your life, a spot I can fill. Will you marry me? Now I know how this may sound, you don’t know nearly as much about me as I do about you. But just know that I’m very capable in the kitchen and other housework, as well as other things. I think a wife would be both in your best interest, and your daughter’s.

She’s so cute, and she deserves a mother. I mean I find it very endearing that you’re raising her as a single father and all, but there’s some things that can only be shared between women and I think she needs that type of figure in her life. I promise I’d take great care of her, I could cook her meals, help her with her clothes and homework. I’d be a great mother. I’d help comb her long silky hair and play make believe with her. I mean, maybe it’s not for me to say, but I don’t think a dragon is the best guardian for a growing little girl. She needs a mother. She needs me. I’ll rock her to sleep and sing her lullabies. I think Kathryne should live in a nice warm loving household, somewhere where she can come home every day and not have to worry about there being no one there because they got hurt in battle or worse. A home that always have cookies baking in the oven and a nice warm hug and a kiss on the head waiting for her. Now I don’t know how I feel about changing my last name to Merryweather, or perhaps we can all take your last name, or even make a new last name, now wouldn’t that be exciting?

If you want what’s best for her, you know I’m right. Think about it.

Sincerely,
Your future wife-to-be



Dear Dante,

Do you know who you are?

You’re a man who’s divided
Undecided, misguided

You’re a man who’s lost
Been tossed, crossed
Faced holocaust

You’ve been betrayed
Your edges have frayed
You’ve seen loved ones fade
But don’t be afraid

I know who you are.

You’re flesh and steel
But I can make you heal
With the flesh I steal

You make me reel
I can make you real

I can make you feel

You make me kneel
I can be your meal

So let’s make a deal

For your brother
For my mother

We won’t be alone
We’ll share a throne
Of blood and bone
Where lying prone
I’ll make you moan

On the ash of our foes
In the black shadows

With Nexcorp’s death
We’ll breathe new breath

When Nehushtan dies
I’ll be your prize

All things love and lust synonymous

Sincerely,
Anonymous




Dear Sebby (is it alright if I call you Sebby?),

I've decided that I want you to be my best friend in the entire world, so I'm going to come and give you a huge hug, 'cause that's what you do when you have friends!

If you don't want a hug I could give you a handshake...because I know how to do that and serious people often want handshakes instead of hugs. I could also stand at a distance and bow, if you don't want body contact. I'd be sad if you don't want that, but some people like that sort of thing.

Anyways, I found this really pretty flower this morning and I would like to give it to you, so that the gift means that we're friends! The flower may die and wilt, but it's the thought that counts!

I hope to meet you soon, wherever you are!

Sincerely,
Anonymous

P.S. I hope we can forge a great friendship, 'cause then nothing in the universe can break a bond between true friends.


Dear Madam:

It has come to my attention that, for some inexplicable reason, you exist. You appear to be a mix of human and beast in some anomalous amalgamation. This has struck me with a strong level of confusion and curiosity, along with a few other emotions.

You see, as I was enjoying a few beverages upon my trip to the SP city, I discovered you. I was in the bar booth, gazing idly out the window, and then you came into view. Bubbly, dancing… Truly, SP is a place of strange and unique things, but you stood out above the rest. I saw you dance along and try to sing. You captured my interest then, so I had to follow. Downing my drinks quickly, I escaped the confines of the establishment and steadily followed you, keeping a good distance. Now, I know I do stand out quite a bit, so it was difficult, but I managed. I have my tactics for keeping people out of my way. It tends to involve staring a lot.

After following you for a while I learned multiple things. Habits, where you live, what you like. I do believe your favourite fish is Koi? I saw you staring at those colourful creatures for a good length of time. How those swimming Koi kept you entranced is rather similar to how you have entranced me. So, I write this letter to you for the sake of manners and modesty. Oh, and you do know that I speak the truth, as I’ve left this message at your place without a stamp or destination upon the envelope. I hand-delivered it. So, I shall explain my intentions henceforth:

I aim to hunt you.

You may be a curious, innocent creature, but I see you are just a beast in disguise. In my long life, I’ve lost many comrades to creatures such as you. Your powerful claws, immense strength… you perception almost like a sixth sense. I only remained undetected for I kept a distance and studied through my spyglass. You appear ‘cute’, but that is simply just a disguise for what hideous beast you truly are. I must rid this world of you before you can take the lives of others. How such a disgusting abomination like you can exist, it confounds me. There must be something out there. Some sick, seething creature conjuring up such monstrosities to exact some vague revenge upon Man for being Man. Something that created mimics, monsters, witches, the type of fairy-tale creatures that chew on bones and engorge on entrails.

You may believe yourself to be a happy, innocent young lass, but that is merely a disguise. Your nature is so despicable that it has even fooled yourself. You are a monster, no matter how much you may deny or fight against it. The primal instincts will win, eventually. Maybe you’ve yet to fully mature and feel them truly, in which case I am glad I have found you so.

This letter is a courtesy. Delivered so that you may be wary and prepared. Though I shall remain anonymous, I do feel some need to give you a heads-up. To make it a fair fight, if you will.

I will have you, I must have you. I will turn you into a trophy. Perhaps a stuffed claw, set upon a plaque. I feel like it would be in bad taste to have you taxidermied completely. Mm. I ache to achieve you. And I will.

Sincerely:

Anonymous.

To my future bobblehead,
*
You are so cute! Just like a little bundle of pumpkins. I wish I could squeeze your armpits, because they makes me all jiggley with aspirations. My love is like a purple rose, because I sat on it. But it survived the inverted emasculation of puppies and men because I leapt as I recalled the nutmeg was too strong. Yet my batch of cookies turned out great. Wierd how the parallaxes of our brains fart in sequence without interrupting tick-tocks, isn’t it? Still, it occurred to me that you’re the Peter Pan to my Joker, the Jolly Green Giant to my corn niblets. The excessive superlatives drip like the synthetic goo from a ho-ho. They say a dog is only worth the hair on it’s two legs, but your curliness is fossilized as far as I’m concerned.
*
*
Sincerely,
Anon Y. Mous


Oh, my, Lord. If you’re reading this… That means my letter made it to you Steam!

I can’t believe this is happening!! Well, I can actually, but I will admit that it’s amazing you’d even take the time to read such an insignificant letter like mine!

GODS OF EGYPT I LOVE YOU!!

I can’t even begin to describe the amount of appreciation that I myself have for your talent. While I know you haven’t had the most wins in the RHG but I do know that you try your best to achieve success and overall improve!

To me, being another participant in the RHG, that’s extremely inspiring and totally AWESOME!! Though, while I have little experience in competitions such as these, I am able to recognize potential when I want to, and you’ve got it!

Again, thanks for reading my letter! And I’ll say again…

GODS OF EGYPT I LOVE YOU!!!


Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-I9ckO5YgCE)

I feel like the general consensus of the wRHG is still that, beyond everything else, it is still an entertainment medium. Entertainers get fan mail at times, but not all is good. It was your fault last time, it's your fault again.

This is going to be a name shuffle event with two stages.


Stage One
The letter

After you are given a name, you will be writing a letter from someone to that person’s perspective gladiator. While stalker letters are encouraged, you can also write from an obsessed child, superfan, shipper perhaps, or anything else that will make the reader cringe or “aww!”. Basically, shoot for something the other person can respond strongly to you.

The only two requirements are:
1: The message must be anonymous.
2: The gladiator it’s to cannot have either met, nor have had any interaction with this person before.

Send me the completed letter so it can remain anonymous before being sent to who you got.


Stage Two
The Reaction

This is what actually gets posted on the final thread.
When you receive your letter, write a reaction to it. Parts, not necessarily all, must be quoted. This doesn’t necessarily have to be your gladiator reading it for the first time, or even them reading it personally by themselves. This can range from a private reading, a rant about it after the fact, or someone close to them reading it to them either to them, or after they've found it.

So, again, the requirements:
At least some of the letter must be quoted verbatim. Most is encouraged, if not all.
It must get to the gladiator, in some capacity


Participants
Abra (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?99934-Abra-the-Virtuoso-of-Aces-and-Eights)
Al-Abbas min Filastin (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?103141-The-Lion-of-Palestine)
Altaer (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?99966-The-Doctor-and-The-Fixer)
Dante Rockwell (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?103519-Sincerely-Anonymous-II&p=1480784&viewfull=1#post1480784)
Gladstone (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?43723-Sebastian-Gladstone)
Leelee (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?103521-Leelee-Available-LET-S-PLAAAY!!!!)
RAGNOR (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VlA4f2KCV-VYxLQGcAdbfFt1e1MiKQgU8TS48t6xwFY/edit)
Steam (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?103519-Sincerely-Anonymous-II&p=1480800&viewfull=1#post1480800)

Q&A


You can ask any question you have on the thread or directly to me. They will be then added here.


Due Dates
Join: June 15th
Letter: June 21st
Reaction: June 30th

How to join:
Tell me you're joining. Also, links to your gladiator would be appreciated so I don't have to dig them up.

Aquila
06-08-2017, 02:02 PM
I AM SO IN THIS! HAHAHAHA

SJCRPV
06-08-2017, 02:31 PM
You know, I think I won't participate after all.

...

Pfft, lol.

*deep voice*
I'M IN.

A few things:
- Gladstone is not exactly in "City". He's back in Bristol.
- The link you have for the song, Crank, doesn't work. Have this one (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMOGaugKpzs) instead. I think that's the song you mean.
- And this:

it's you're fault again.
your*
^_^

Crank
06-08-2017, 02:35 PM
YOU ARE THE FAULT, CAPSLOCK

RichardLongflop
06-08-2017, 02:41 PM
I am so incompatible for this. So throw me in here. Note that Handy won't be able to read shit.

IgnusBurns
06-08-2017, 02:42 PM
SCREW IT I NEED SOMETHING TO DO!

SIGN ME UP!

Here's a Link (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?103141-The-Lion-of-Palestine) for your trouble.

SJCRPV
06-08-2017, 02:43 PM
YOU ARE THE FAULT, CAPSLOCK

YOU'RE THE ONE HOSTING THIS! YOU CAN'T BLAME ME FOR OPENING PANDORA'S BOX!

IgnusBurns
06-08-2017, 02:46 PM
YOU'RE THE ONE HOSTING THIS! YOU CAN'T BLAME ME FOR OPENING PANDORA'S BOX!


YOU ARE THE FAULT, CAPSLOCK

BOYS! CALM TF DOWN!

Crank
06-08-2017, 02:52 PM
I am so incompatible for this. So throw me in here. Note that Handy won't be able to read shit.

Did you want to use a different character instead then?

EDIT:


BOYS! CALM TF DOWN!
NEVER

YOU'RE THE ONE HOSTING THIS! YOU CAN'T BLAME ME FOR OPENING PANDORA'S BOX!
AND THE HELL I CAN'T

RichardLongflop
06-08-2017, 02:55 PM
I thought using Handy would be funny but you know what

Ragnor time.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VlA4f2KCV-VYxLQGcAdbfFt1e1MiKQgU8TS48t6xwFY/edit?usp=sharing

Chromium7
06-08-2017, 03:31 PM
Ragnor time.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I might join this. I'd need to decide on a character though.

XDHunterNest
06-08-2017, 03:53 PM
I want to join, but I'll have to finish my new guy first.

Cassandra
06-08-2017, 06:07 PM
CRANK YOU FORCED MY WRHG OUT EARLY!!! RRRGGGHHHH...oh well, I guess I'm overreacting. :) I wasn't a participant in the last Sincerely Anonymous, so why not start now?

My COMPLETELY PERMANENT WRHG (for reals this time) is here. (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?103521-Leelee-Available-LET-S-PLAAAY!!!!)


We're going to write letters?! Oh this is going to be so...much...FUN! Okay...how many people are there on this site? One-thousand-one-hundred-and-fifty-eight, two-hundred-and-seventy-five? Great! I'll just send one-thousand-one-hundred-and-fifty-eight, two-hundred-and-seventy-five letters! Hand me a pen and I'll start!

Crank
06-08-2017, 06:21 PM
CRANK YOU FORCED MY WRHG OUT EARLY!!! RRRGGGHHHH...
MWAHAHAHAHAHA

ahem

Glad to have you!


We're going to write letters?! Oh this is going to be so...much...FUN! Okay...how many people are there on this site? One-thousand-one-hundred-and-fifty-eight, two-hundred-and-seventy-five? Great! I'll just send one-thousand-one-hundred-and-fifty-eight, two-hundred-and-seventy-five letters! Hand me a pen and I'll start!

Both.

Chromium7
06-09-2017, 10:05 AM
Fuck it, I'll bring back Dante.
At least for events.
Add me in.

Name:
Dante Rockwell

Abilities:
Cybernetic forearms / hands / fingers; augmented to release light and sound waves from the palm of the hand to disorient opponents, and to vibrate everywhere because he's into that shit.
Guns, knives, and money.
Half gay.

Weaknesses:
Does not have real arms or hands.
EMPs will fry his cybernetic arms and hands.
Half gay.

Personality:
He likes having sex a lot but has a nasty habit of the right thing instead, as this occasionally leads to more sex with more people, and sometimes even money. Go read his stories. (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?46051-Dante-Rockwell)

Appearance:
Contrary to popular belief, Dante Rockwell is actually quite attractive. Standing at 6'1", with pale white skin, a muscled physique from "jogging," and luscious light green eyes concealed by locks of medium-length black hair that flows over his face, ears, and has been cropping up on his chest lately, Dante is in fact the epitome of "tall, dark, and handsome -- but now in his thirties."

Story/Demo:
He fought a hamster once. (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?98626-SPAR-Dante-vs-Hamsuke)

Piston1937
06-09-2017, 10:05 PM
I have no idea what the hell I am doing but I might as well bring back steam for this one.



Steam is a clockwork automaton with a steam engine and a backup combustion engine.

A vertical double barrel steam pressure pistol. It fires .300 caliber spherical rounds with pressurized steam. The clip holds 67 bullets. With a fire rate of 6 bullets a second(at full pelt)
All bullets within shouting distance explode into a cloud of boiling steam.
These blades are stored in his forearms. They are crescent shaped and were Steam's original weapons when he was controlled by the Hell Flame. They are sharp enough to cut through stone.


Steam can release the partial Demon that lives inside him at the expense of his control over himself. The powers that the demon has depends on the amount of damage Steam needs done. This power ranges from knocking out a near invincible opponent to killing said near invincible opponent.

If Steam has a Hell flame spark with him and the Metal Demon uses it then Steam has the power to kill almost anything except gods and the invincible people. (Hell flames are only found in Hell so unless the battle goes there or Steam planned it ahead of time then this power is unaccessible.)


Vent: Hides Steam in a cloud of steam at the cost of Speed temporarily.

Steam gains speed at the cost of strength. He must be vented because if he doesn't the vacuums in the pistons slows him down.


Vector jets: (Can only be used with steam pressure) Small jets increase Steam's maneuverability. (Also he can fly for short amounts of time.)


Steam's ship is not built for battle at least not primarily. It does have combat capabilities but they are not perfect. It has six main deck guns four in the front and two in the back. These main guns are bulky slow but powerful. Steam built them for taking out huge monsters, Demons, other giant ships, and the odd iceberg.

There are ten anti air guns spotted around the deck for smaller, Faster targets.

The ship much like Steam himself can vent itself. This puts out fires and hides the ship in boiling steam.

His ship does have a few drawbacks. The steam engine can't work the hot air balloon as well as the the weapon systems so the ship must be either on the ground or in the water.


Steam as well as opening portals to Hell can open portals to other dimensions.(Including ours.)







Gasoline/booze :This is Steam normal source of fuel. Nothing special.


His cigs : Steam has hand made cigarettes. They are wood soaked in gasoline wrapped in rubber then dusted in either coal or charcoal dust. These are another normal fuel source for him.



Steam was suppose to be a machine with a soul but that didn't work. Instead a Demon put a Hell flame in Steam and he became the Metal Demon. He killed Millions in the two centuries that the Hell flame burned in him. During all those deaths Steam collected the life energy and eventually overpowered the Hell flame. He has spent the last millennia and three centuries doing as he pleased this includes drinking, collecting panties off exotic people, and fighting.


Steam keeps to himself a lot but when he is around other sentient beings he is random. In a fight if his is talking to his opponent then he isn't taking it seriously. If he isn't talking he is either out of things to say, hiding, or taking the battle semi seriously. He is also very random in the purest form of the word.





Skyfire (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?98905-Clan-SkyFire)



None




If it gets cold enough the water in his boiler can freeze.

Big collections of water. If his torso is submerged in water for extended periods of time then his boiler will go out making him a slow metal turtle.

Extreme heat his outer shell can withstand around 2,000 F His inner workings can survive the flames of hell.

He has no fear or pain so he "can" make stupid mistakes.
To be added later




Ask Ficlles about her if you want to know more.


Nano



Nano’s main weapon are her nanites. They are extremely versatile and have a great many uses.

They can swarm a target and practically eat them alive or form into a weapons such as a sword, staff, bow or a shield. (I would list more but these are the most common uses.)

Her nanites can copy her opponent's weapon if it comes within the three feet radius of her.



She also carries a knife with her in case her nanites malfunction she can still defend herself.






She doesn’t talk about it much but from the collected shards many have gathered we can discern that She was once dirt poor and probably an assassin.(The real story is still under construction but I think you all will like it when it is done.)




Nano in one word is efficient. She has no emotions unless you count the once in a century smile or frown. She is ruthless and will kill if given any chance.




Undecided




None



Her nanites have a limited power source. Outside of Nano’s charge radius of three feet they will last seconds before their batteries run out.

Copy cat does not work for magic of any kind or abilities. Only physical weapons.

Her nanites also can’t make anything too complex a gun for example to many moving parts.

Her nanites are also weak against electricity if they are just singular nanites floating around the air then a big enough current will destroy them.

Strength is not her strong suit. If it is down to strength she will lose.









Nano looked around herself at the cesspit that surrounded her. She was disgusted yet calmed by the smell of rotting trash and human waste. It was what she has worked in her whole life. She walked up the alley in amongst the hovels just outside Stickpage city.

“Hey you bitch.” Said a drunken man just out from the pub. She looked at the man then continued toward the shadows.

“Hey I -Hic- I wa ta…” The man put his grimy hand on her shoulder and never uttered another word. His mouth filled with a black clump of the nano machines that hovered in the air surrounding Nano. The micro machines shoved their way down his throat and started tearing away at his windpipe on their way to the stomach. When the nanites reached the stomach they formed spikes and pierced the stomach causing internal bleeding then the nanites started feasting on the flesh that surrounded them.

The man would have screamed if the cloud hadn’t covered his mouth. Nano strolled over bringing out her knife. She grabbed the dying man by the neck and drove her blade into his throat. Blood sprayed everywhere as Nano pulled her knife out silently. Then she turned and disappeared into the shadows looking for her next target.




Early Thirties long black hair pale skin coated in dirt, flecks of blood and oil. At least five foot six and near deadly thin but fairly muscular. Wears a black skin tight combat suit. Knife goes on her shoulder holder. Nanite charging field built into the back of the suit. In public she wears a pair of long jeans and a Tshirt over the combat suit.





Pupas “Strings” Demens is a slightly insane kid at the age of fifteen.

These are Pupas’ main form of attack. He uses these strings to control his puppets. They can weave together objects like stones to create a bigger object. Example of this would be him weaving stones together to make a humanoid puppet.
Marionette is Pupas’ main puppet he has come to think of her as a sister like figure to him and he is a master at wielding her. She is a wooden female puppet that Pupas made himself. She is near indistinguishable from a normal human being except when you touch her or you spot the strings attached to her arms legs and head. (In one case She has moved on her own to save Pupas’ life.)

Pupas’ uses smoke bombs as a hiding mechanizam. He also uses them as a fear creator to try and scare his opponent with shadows and songs.(Mostly based around Slenderman.)



Pepas Demens was your average fifteen year old teenager getting average grades and average everything. But there were two non average things in his life. One his father and two his hobby. His father was a assassin and made a good profit if you catch my drift at least until he was KIA. This sent Pupas into a down spiral straight to depression's bottom floor and his mother who was pregnant with his sister at the time was put in the same boat as Pupas. She secluded into herself leaving the body of a broken woman behind. This leads into Pupas’ hobby. Pupas is a puppeteer that on it’s own isn’t weird but the ability he had allowed him to control nearly everything with his hands as if it were a puppet. The bills piled up and Pupas realized that if he didn’t do something he and his mother would starve so in his semi broken state he took up his father’s job but using his puppets instead.


Pupas is a maniacal boy that loves his puppets a bit too much and is kinda scary to be around.


undecided


None


His soul strings can only reach so far so long range users can move out of his puppets range until they find him.


Pupas himself is nothing special a good punch or two will knock him out.


His puppets aren’t anything special either(Just whatever happens to be around stones twigs)


His soul strings don't work on sand.


His strings are unbreakable but that doesn’t mean that they can’t be forced off. Under enough pressure like say someone pulling on a string they could let go. Or if the thing they are trying to lift is to heavy and they haven't fully dug into said object.


Flying enemies are a problem his soul strings can’t reach that high.




He talks to his puppets like they were real people.




Pupas never found had the problem of seeing in the fog he didn’t know why. He watched the small camp his targets had made while waiting for night to pass. Pupas looked at Marionette. He raised his hand and she rose from her branch moving over to him.
“Ready?” Pupas asked not waiting for the response that would never come. He lowered her down until she touched the ground. In the moon lit fog she look like a shadow. Pupas using his other hand wound up a music box. He placed it on the branch he knelt on and it began to play. The creepy melody echoed throughout the forest waking his targets inside their tents.
“Hey Josh go check that out.” Said a male voice.
“No you go check it out.” Another male voice which we can assume was Josh. Marionette walked up to the tent. One of the men came out.
“Hey girly are you lost?” Asked the man. When Marionette didn’t reply he rapped on her head. He froze. Too late he realized that this wasn’t a girl. Marionette punched the guy in the stomach sending him flying into tree. Pupas thrust out his other hand and his strings dug themselves into the man's arms legs and then the man died when the strings entered his head. The strings dug in deep to his body grabbing muscles a tendons. Pupas wiggled his fingers and the man looked as if he was having a spasm as Pupas got the hang of his new toy. Then the other man Josh jumped out of the tent.
“Tim are you alright?” Josh ran over to Tim. Tim grabbed Josh by the throat and strangled the man but Josh was stronger than Tim. He forced his way out looking at the soulless eyes of his partner as they glazed over. Josh pulled out a sword from somewhere and sliced Tim’s head clean off. Tim’s head hovered right above his neck suspended by the near invisible threads. Pupas decided to has a bit of fun with this one. Pupas pulled his hand back and Tim flew up into the trees. There was a loud crack as Tim’s body snapped like a twig. Pupas released him and let the broken body fall to the ground. Josh looked a little horrified at this display of gruesomeness so much that he didn’t notice Marionette sneaking up behind him. Pupas picked up the words to the tune the music box was playing.
“Slenderman Slenderman. Dressed in darkness suit and tie.” As Marionette tore the man's head back snapping his spine.
“Slenderman Slenderman. You most certainly will die.”


A fifteen year old teenager with a wooden girl. His skin is pale as a vampire due to low sun exposure. He wears a tattered black suit. He usually smiles like a madman but when he is holding marionettes hand he looks semi normal.

Pupas is what you could call a student of Steam's. Seeing as his father hadn't had the time to teach him. The way they met was a bit unconventional but it works. Steam was Pupas's first target. When Pupas attacked Steam, Steam took him down effortlessly. Then Steam offered to teach Pupas how to fight just because he could. So that is Pupas' connection to Steam there is a bit more to it that but that is the gist of it.




He has an airship the size of an aircraft carrier.


He sometimes steals panties on his victims.(only girls)


He can open portals to hell. (one a century. This adds up over time.)


He term of 'Friend' is vague to say the least.





“No you're doing it wrong you need to connect it through the direct line not the loop or else you lose power in the initial burst which is the key to get a successful ignition.” Steam said arguing something or other with a drunk scientist that had happened to take the seat next to him. The scientist was a bit to drunk to respond but was angry that Steam was picking his new theory apart like it was some sort of game. He smashed his glass down on Steam’s head and stormed away. Steam laughed as the beer dripped and sizzled through him. Steam finished his drink and paid for his drink before going to the nearby alley way which is where his next target was. Steam looked from the poster he had snagged a while back and to the fighter which currently sat on a trash bin then back to the poster.

“Hey mate looking for someone?” The fighter asked hefting a black metal staff in Steam’s direction.

“Yes you wouldn’t happen to be this man now would you?” Steam asked showing the fighter the poster that was obviously him.

“Yah so what of it?” Steam brought out a cigarette and lit it.

“Well there is a bounty on your head and I wouldn’t mind my treasure trove growing a bit.” Steam said. The black metal pole jabbed Steam in the gut. Steam didn’t even stop talking.

“Now either you could come quietly or I could take you wrapped in a cloth bag?” The fighter swung the pole nailing Steam’s cheek making his head turn in a way normal human heads weren’t supposed to. Steam grabbed his head and with a swift creek he rotated it to face his opponent. ”Okay hard way it is.”

“Yah right like a old piece of junk could beat me.” Steam smiled. He drew out his pistol and fired one shot that skinned the guys left cheek. Steam fired again aiming this time for his kneecap. With pinpoint accuracy the bullet dug into the fighter’s bone disabling him. Then Steam stepped up and kicked the guy upside the head knocking him out. Then Steam stuffed the guy in a cloth bag that was slightly drenched in beer and dropped him off at the address posted where Steam collected the small reward before walking back to his ship.



Steam is a metal skeleton made of pipes and gears surrounded by interconnected metal plates. These plates are usually referred to by Steam as his shell. He wears goggles for when he is tinkering and a utility belt where he stores a plethora of items his pistol(Right hip holster) His flask(Back left) and his cigarettes (attached to the outside of the holster). The shell is Dark red generally but his internal skeleton is black. His eyes are a light blue.
Very dark red: (75140a)


Wins : 0
Losses : 2
Ties : 0
Forfeits : 0
Steam vs Leif http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?101524-Leif-(Applecharm11-Starhorse)-VS-Steam-(Piston1937)
Steam vs Captain Katrina http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?101592-Captain-Katrina-vs-Steam



Though can I Have the link to the old thread

Crank
06-10-2017, 05:43 PM
Sure thing! (http://forums.stickpage.com/showthread.php?79786-Sincerely-Anonymous-All-Up!)

You've both been added

Alphaeus
06-11-2017, 03:29 PM
I'm in.

Crank
06-14-2017, 10:32 PM
Assuming I don't get distracted at the tail end, Midnight tonight (23 1/2 hours) sign ups close and I'm sending everyone who they got

XDHunterNest
06-15-2017, 05:51 AM
Well, screw me. I was supposed to finish my new wRHG then sign up after I got home from school. I literally passed out on my bed once I got home because of exhaustion after standing around for hours while waiting for a damned bus to arrive. There's always next time, I guess. Good luck to all you guys!

Crank
06-15-2017, 10:33 PM
...Just realized I'm not giving you guys a week. Letters due the 23rd, but the earlier the better! Everyone should have a PM with who they'll be writing to, and if you have any questions, please ask me!

Hunter, if you can't find a buddy to join, you and I could trade if you still want in

XDHunterNest
06-16-2017, 04:29 AM
Nah, it's cool. I appreciate the offer tho. :3 I probably won't be that active on the forums for the next few days. I literally come home exhausted at like 6 PM after standing for about an hour while waiting for the bus. Plus I messed up my sleep schedule during the summer so I fall asleep while doing stuff.

RichardLongflop
06-16-2017, 06:29 AM
I find the wording of the OP very confusing. I've sent in my letter. I don't know if it's 'correct' or not but there you have it.

Chromium7
06-16-2017, 06:52 AM
I've sent my letter as well let me know if there's a problem with the image

Cassandra
06-16-2017, 08:33 AM
My letter is sent! I hope I did everything well! And good luck to everyone else :)

Crank
06-16-2017, 08:39 AM
I got the image, and with the OP, I didn't mean to imply it had to come for your gladiator. It's supposed to come from anyone, so if I had Hunter, Serif wouldn't be writing to him, I'd probably just be using some kid, if that makes sense

EDIT: For the record, 5 of you are done and I sent these out 11 hours ago. I'm mildly scared

IgnusBurns
06-16-2017, 09:23 AM
EDIT: For the record, 5 of you are done and I sent these out 11 hours ago. I'm mildly scared
Hey, you were impressed with me being done within an hour, why should five being done within a day make you scared?

Alphaeus
06-16-2017, 03:00 PM
I know Rich, Chromy, and I all messaged him within about 15 mins, that's why. :P

EDIT:

Also, Seb is finished, but won't send his in until later today/tomorrow.

That leaves us waiting on Aquila and Piston.

Get a move on, mah moufuggas.

SJCRPV
06-17-2017, 02:19 AM
I never said I was finished. I just said I'd get to it later that day. I want to do an experiment with my letter.

Chromium7
06-17-2017, 07:43 AM
I want to do an experiment with my letter.

I am afraid.

Aquila
06-17-2017, 10:24 AM
I know Rich, Chromy, and I all messaged him within about 15 mins, that's why. :P

EDIT:

Also, Seb is finished, but won't send his in until later today/tomorrow.

That leaves us waiting on Aquila and Piston.

Get a move on, mah moufuggas.

I turned mine in already, calm your shit.

SJCRPV
06-17-2017, 11:41 AM
I am afraid.

Good.

Now to actually pull it off...

Crank
06-20-2017, 12:55 PM
Reminders sent out

RichardLongflop
06-22-2017, 12:51 PM
With haste, if one pleases.

Crank
06-22-2017, 10:20 PM
7/8ths of you should've gotten your letters. Trying to get a quick detail on the last (that it just dawned on me I needed), but I'll send #8 before I go to bed (in an hourish) with or without it.

Enjoy! Try to get me your reactions by the end of the month!

Crank
06-28-2017, 10:54 PM
We're approaching the end, if you haven't yet, please send in your submissions soon!

Crank
06-30-2017, 01:02 PM
Reactions are live! Letters go up Monday

RichardLongflop
06-30-2017, 01:39 PM
Ragnor sat perched behind a few bushes, a tired scowl upon his face. His spyglass was extended and trained upon the rabbit girl. She'd called out to him, but her words had no effect on him. He still considered her dangerous, but at least now she had a fair chance. He tore his eye from the glass, closing the device and slipping it into a pouch hanging from his kilt. The game is on.

As soon as she had vanished into her home, Rag rose to his feet and released a bestial bellow:

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

GenericAnon
06-30-2017, 02:19 PM
*sigh*

And now I wish I had joined the forum 2 months earlier.

Gaddammit.

Chromium7
06-30-2017, 02:53 PM
As it was not included verbatim in Aquila's reaction post, here is the email that appeared in Abra's inbox:


wowe i heard what happened to your arm i'm so sorry daddy
i find this for ur stump can buy ifyou want
http://diyvagina.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/redneck-fleshlight.jpg
is $40 on ebay check attachment i send link
cnat evfn open peypal my god im so distraugt

IgnusBurns
06-30-2017, 03:30 PM
I would be the only one who writes a seven freaking page long reaction to my letter. Geez...

Chromium7
06-30-2017, 03:40 PM
I would be the only one who writes a seven freaking page long reaction to my letter. Geez...

Seven pages well spent. It was a good story. And that was a heck of a "letter" you got. Guessing Seb was behind it by how detailed it was -- leave it to eyebrows to turn one goddamn note into a fucking crime novel. Good job though, both of you, I could tell a lot of work went into it.

SJCRPV
06-30-2017, 06:25 PM
First off, I do not approve of the "eyebrows" nickname >:C
Secondly, Ignus. Given the amount of info you had to work with, kind of expected, no?

Chromium7
06-30-2017, 10:35 PM
>:C
Love you Sebbykins

Crank
06-30-2017, 11:03 PM
As it was not included verbatim in Aquila's reaction post, here is the email that appeared in Abra's inbox:

THANKS CHROME, BECAUSE I 100% DIDN'T SAY I WOULD BE POSTING THE LETTERS MONDAY OR ANYTHING

Glad you guys had fun!

IgnusBurns
06-30-2017, 11:32 PM
Secondly, Ignus. Given the amount of info you had to work with, kind of expected, no?

Well of course, though looking through the other's reactions, I'm rather disappointed in how short some of them were. Particularly Aquila's... *cough* *cough*

Aquila
07-01-2017, 01:28 PM
Well of course, though looking through the other's reactions, I'm rather disappointed in how short some of them were. Particularly Aquila's... *cough* *cough*

Excuse me? Did you see my email? Don't you dare accuse me of not putting forth effort after what cards I was dealt. I gave the best reaction I could give in the situation I was given. Why the fuck would I waste words on what I was given? Did you want me to fill my reaction with useless cosmetics of how he was sipping tea or eating a biscuit? I reacted to the letter. Period. How dare you state that I did not put forth effort in this event.

Crank
07-01-2017, 01:44 PM
You okay?

Aquila
07-01-2017, 01:56 PM
Take a wild guess Crank, what do you think?

RichardLongflop
07-01-2017, 02:43 PM
Well of course, though looking through the other's reactions, I'm rather disappointed in how short some of them were. Particularly Aquila's... *cough* *cough*

Mate, if I got sent some terrible stuff like that, you can believe I'd half-ass it to the max. I don't want to give the person who sent that any sort of satisfaction. It felt like the least amount of effort. You're supposed to make the character react negatively, not the author.

IgnusBurns
07-01-2017, 04:37 PM
Oh man, I pissed off the lounge.

Okay, that wasn't cool of me, sorry Aquila, I was being stupid there. My bad.

Crank
07-01-2017, 08:09 PM
Alright, if you take offense to something you get in any of my events, please let me know in the future so I can sort it out

GenericAnon
07-01-2017, 08:19 PM
Okay... Could someone point me to the place of behavioural regulations and recommendations for the lounge? I'd rather not break any unspoken rules by accident.

Crank
07-01-2017, 08:38 PM
To be honest, it looked like a different direction, so this took me off guard, which is why I didn't intercept the submitting. As far as unspoken things go, the only thing I've seen to set people on fire is if CnC comes off as mocking. I can show you an example if needed, but it has to be pretty direct

EDIT: I guess openly and specifically blowing off (non-harsh) criticism from the majority of the community or spitting in its face too. I can dig up an example of that as well if needed. Neither of these things are subtle though, so I can't see you accidentally doing either.

Aquila
07-02-2017, 07:34 AM
I took no offense to the letter, it was a silly letter that didn't hold much content so I believe my reaction to it was fitting. What I took offense to was Ignus' sly at me that was hidden behind "coughing." Lamenting that he was disappointed at how short my work was, despite seeing what my letter was. He found himself justified in some way to criticize the length of my reaction, insinuating that the reason it's so short wasn't because of the letter, but because of a lack of participation on my end. That is what I took offense to and not let stand uncontested. With that said, I do accept your apologies Ignus, mistakes can be made. But instead of that stupid coughing bullshit, just state what you're thinking.

Chromium7
07-02-2017, 07:57 AM
A few thoughts:

Love you Sebbykins
Hopefully this nickname was more to your liking, or at least passably tolerable. However, I deem it appropriate to rescind this nickname, and the previous one, and stick to referring you as either SJCRPV / Seb until I am offered a nickname or title by which you would be preferred to be called instead. Please understand that the previous nicknames were assigned out of my unrequited appreciation of you, Seb. I called you eyebrows not to poke fun, but simply because I know them to be one of your most beautiful and defining features, among an assured multitude of nigh equal facial and bodily contenders. Again, please understand, I'm not out here trying to offend folks, you especially.


THANKS CHROME, BECAUSE I 100% DIDN'T SAY I WOULD BE POSTING THE LETTERS MONDAY OR ANYTHING

Glad you guys had fun!
And you call Seb capslock. :p
You're right though, I may have jumped the gun. Though I'll counter by saying that because it wasn't included in the original post, I felt the need to offer some explanation as to why Aquila wouldn't include my letter, and in doing so, prematurely "revealed" myself -- though to top all of this off, I put that in quotes because as you have yet to post the letters yourself (despite it having been Monday for you and across much of the world for some time) there is no concrete proof that what Aquila and I said was Aquila's letter was actually Aquila's actual letter, and even if it turns out to have been this whole time, there's still no way you could have actually known that at the current time which again is now technically quite fairly well into Monday in some parts of the world.

I did have fun though. Probably at the expense of others to some degree.


Well of course, though looking through the other's reactions, I'm rather disappointed in how short some of them were. Particularly Aquila's... *cough* *cough*
Just putting it out there, I read the bolded section of this as a length jab, not a content jab. Had I not posted my letter to Aquila, given the nature of the event, this could easily have been a content jab/complaint, IE: directly accusing Aquila of being lazy / copping out by not having Abra read the email. He didn't do that, and I think the premature revelation of the utter shit content from me that Aquila was working around here was part of the reason for that. The only "rude" thing here was the "coughing," which I read as less of Ignus directly calling out Aquila, versus him (unknowingly?) coming off like a bit of an ass, which he did end up apologizing for.


Excuse me? Did you see my email? Don't you dare accuse me of not putting forth effort after what cards I was dealt. I gave the best reaction I could give in the situation I was given. Why the fuck would I waste words on what I was given? Did you want me to fill my reaction with useless cosmetics of how he was sipping tea or eating a biscuit? I reacted to the letter. Period. How dare you state that I did not put forth effort in this event.
Now imagine if people had complained about Aquila's response to my letter, with the letter not having been visible, and Aquila not being able to reveal the letter without breaking rules himself. While I'll be the first to vouch for Ignus and say that well, no -- he wasn't necessarily saying what you think he's saying by the sound of how he's saying what he is actually saying, if you're pissed, tired and confused then sometimes none of that shit matters until you've thought about it for an hour or so and maybe gotten some good night's sleep somewhere in there. I get that. Abra's reaction also felt in character to me.


You okay?
I will forever read this comment as "You mad, bro?" and I don't care what anyone says to try and tell me otherwise.
He's doing better now though by the look of it.

also hey guys if we do this again, what do you say to "no images or links to anything resembling a sex toy" as an official rule moving forward, just curious

IgnusBurns
07-02-2017, 02:34 PM
With that said, I do accept your apologies Ignus, mistakes can be made. But instead of that stupid coughing bullshit, just state what you're thinking.

Yeah, I tend to do that, as in not saying what I'm thinking and come off sounding like a dick. Again, sorry, my apologies.

Chromium7
07-03-2017, 02:51 PM
hey dan it's monday are you forgetting something

GenericAnon
07-03-2017, 03:09 PM
So... is there no rule against using people's actual names in the forum? I mean, if they've already given their name, its probably fine, but respect for anonymity and privacy and all that.

Not actually trying to sound judgy, just curious

SJCRPV
07-03-2017, 03:53 PM
Not sure this thread is the best place to discuss that, but yeah, it's just a matter of respect and awareness. No official rule or anything.

In my case, I'm fine with people calling me Seb on here because otherwise, it's pretty easy to misspell SJCRPV (and I don't like that). I still prefer people use my username, but I won't fault anyone from referring to me as Seb. Plus, I've been around here (Writer's Lounge) enough that most people will know who I am if they mention my name.
Also, Crank's the only one allowed to call me CAPSLOCK. He and he alone won the right to use that nickname through the simple cleverness and unexpectedness of when he first employed it.

Crank
07-03-2017, 05:35 PM
SHIT, IT'S MONDAY

First thing I do when I get home.

And as long as Eric doesn't specify Stephen Kubacki, I don't care

EDIT: Aaaaand only an hour late (or 24, depending)

SJCRPV
07-04-2017, 05:11 AM
A large, 4 page article about everything Pure said about Virtue was on the front page of Vagueness' website. It broke the news everywhere. At the centre of it was the interview she recorded, transcribed below.

This is an audio file recorded by Celine Porter's iPhone.

Celine Porter: Mr. Cassadena? My name's Celine Porter, reporting for Vagueness. I'd like to ask you a few things.
Dio Cassadena: *groans* Give me one good reason to not shout right now. I'm not receiving visitors. Especially not media. I thought I had guards at the door.
CP: There's no way I was going to miss an exclusive statement from Dio Cassadena after he finally wakes up from the latest attack from Virtue. You can shout all you want. I'm allowed to be here.
DC: *chuckle* Is that so? *tries to shout, heavy coughing follows* Fuck... that hurts...
DC: So I take it you're not leaving just because I asked.
CP: *light chuckle* No, of course not. Also, I am obliged to tell you that I'm recording this conversation between us.
DC: *sighs* Of course you are... I figured that much.
DC: Go on... give me your questions.
CP: Let's start with a simple one, for the audience. How are you feeling?
DC: Pfft. I'm blind; my right hand is destroyed and the doctors tell me they couldn't reattach my legs in time so I don't have anything from the knees down, even though the phantom pain hurts like a motherfucker every night. Not to mention all the scars I'll be getting that I can't even look at. Draw your own damn conclusions.
CP: Indeed. Must be terrible
DC: Heh. I don't need fake sympathy. But at least this will be temporary.
CP: Oh so you're getting prosthetics?
DC: *mumbled sound of approval*
CP: Hopefully your body will adapt well to them. Moving on: what can you remember of the night of the attack?
DC: *a mixture of a sigh with a groan* Pain. Pain and fear.
CP: Surely there was more.
DC: There was, but I don't want to talk about it.
CP: Why?
DC: ...Because they're fucking scary.
CP: They're not here now, are they? You can talk.
DC: Not on the bloody record, now can I!?
*door opens and closes*
Young female voice: Nor out of it. He can't say anything that can identify them.
CP: What!? Pure? Why are you here?
DC: ...that voice...
Pure: Yes, Uncle. It's me. No need to get nervous.
CP: Uncle!?
Pure: Well, "Uncle". He's a friend of the family.
CP: What!? What do you mean, "friend"?
DC: How's your father?
Pure: Still doesn't like my career choice. Heh, can't imagine why. 'Thinks it's just a phase.
DC: *chuckles. There's noticeable effort* Ironic, isn't it?
CP: Wait! I'm totally out of the loop here.
Pure: He's worried about you, Uncle. And so am I. You look awful.
DC: Don't worry, lass. By the time I'm out of here, I'll be better than I've been in years. I'll be rebuilt! Better, stronger, faster... I'll show up at your next birthday and light your cake with a blowtorch coming out of my hand, you just watch!
Pure: Oh~! That'd be awesome! You have to get that now. It's a promise, ok?
DC: *laughs* Promise!
CP: *noticeably irritated* Hold up! Hold up! Pure!!! I'm sorry for breaking up the reuinion, but... dafuq!? How do you know him? Why does he know your father? Why is he a friend of your family? I do NOT like to be kept in the dark!
Pure: Father is an important man. He speaks to a lot people.
Pure: Uncle Cassadena is one of the people he's known the longest.
CP: And why are you here? This was supposed to be an exclusive interview... Even though you're providing info for a good scoop too.
Pure: You wouldn't get anything out of him. Plus, after what I told the police, my best shot is to dissiminate the details the best I can so they cannot get erased.
DC: What? What happened while I was out?
Pure: I'll explain in a moment. It's not like I have long to live, anyway.
CP: Not long to live?
Pure: I spoke. Virtue's people will come after me. That fan letter rumour that's been going around? I wrote that letter. Kind of surprised when that interrogator showed it to me. I had forgotten about it entirely. Never even got a reply.
Pure: But yeah. In there I mention that I showed what I saw with a few friends. Fadilah, Virtue, was one of them. She too got inspired by the tale, but we had different opinions on how to make the world better.
Pure: Her's was... well, more violent, to put it lightly. She left. Met some people. I don't know much after that, but I kept in contact with her online. She seemed largely the same.
Pure: After the first attack, it didn't take me long to realize that she was involved. I confronted her about it, threatened to report her, but she made good points. And she was going after people that were legitemately bad. I was already involved with the police at the time so I only asked that they kept going only for bad people and that they warned me about it. In exchange, I provided information about police patrols and searches. I figured they could be an arm of justice that could go where the police couldn't. That they could do more good than harm.
Pure: But then they attacked without my knowledge. They did target criminals, but this time civilians were involved too.
Pure: I lashed at her for what she did. And she lashed back. We didn't talk for a while. Until that conversation that got leaked.
Pure: I had kept quiet in the hopes of finding her first and talking her out of it before the police got to her, but she betrayed me.
CP: That's why she agreed to the conversation...
Pure: I panicked and jumped out of the chat. I knew I was in trouble. I was immediately taken in for questioning. The rest, the world already knows.
DC: You really are like your father *laughs before immediately moaning in pain* Ow... ow... fuck...
Pure: I know what my mistakes were, and I've been working to fix them since. The police are willing to give me a second chance, provided I survive. But yeah. Fadilah's Virtue. Last name Bitar. She's 23. About as tall as me. Same skin tone. Straight dark hair tied in a bun most of the times.
Pure: Also, Uncle, you know you felt it when they implanted it. Get that chip off your cortex. Write it down, Ms. Porter. He might not be able to ask for it himself.
CP: What? Oh... uhm... right... But how did you know about the chip?
*door opens and closes*
*a couple of seconds pass*
Pure: *muffled from the other side of the wall* Different survivor!



Apparently, the letters themselves are up, Crank just forgot to mention it in tiredness, I'd imagine, besides a quick edit :C

So yeah, I kind of went overboard with this idea. It started as an experiment, that went in the direction of a different experiment, that just kept evolving as I wrote more about it. That was a good exercise in improvisation and impromptu mysteries, something I had never really tried. It was fun.
For anyone interested, on the first post there’s all I wrote as context surrounding the rather tame fan-letter (including this). Chronologically ordered.

Also, Crank, you might have forgotten about it because you were tired or in a rush, but I did tell you the document I linked only had the context of the letter, not the letter itself. I'll edit this bit out when you rectify that : D



Al-salāmu ʿalaykum, oh Al-Abbas Min Filastin

You don't know me, but I saw you take down those bank robbers. You looked so cool jumping onto the car! I've never seen a horse run that fast either! And how easily you took them out was amazing! But plunging the sword through the thigh of one of the guys was a bit gruesome. I almost threw up a bit. Thankfully I wasn't close enough to see it all that well.
However, motashakr awi for dealing with them. Seeing you take those men out and then leaving before the ambulance arrived was so cool! You didn't even wait to hear a thank you from them.

Seeing you inspired me. I wanted to do something. I wanted to help the world be a better place like you did that day and many days before, I imagine. But I can't do what you did. I'm not as strong as you, I'm not as fast as you, I'm not as agile as you. In fact, the way you dealt with those robbers almost looked like you were something else. Sure, you were wearing a tunic, but anyone could see just how sculpted your body is and gracefully you moved. You're no ordinary human. You're, like, a God among humans.
But that doesn't mean I can throw my arms down. I'm going to do my part. Seeing you like that made me decide that I want to fight crime too. I'm still in high-school so my time is limited, and I still need to go to college, but I'll help make the world a better place in any way I can during my free time! In fact, I've talked to a few friends of mine about what you did, even showed them some pictures I took. They're totally on board! We're all going to help make the world a better place. Starting with our town, then our city, then our country and then the whole world!
And I know that one day, we're going to meet you. And maybe you'll... let us help you fight against these corrupted people as thanks for inspiring us... I'd love that.
At any rate, you'll be hearing from me soon. Keep an eye on the news~!

Maʿ al-salāmah
Sincerely,
Anonymous


Sticked to the back of the letter is a smaller, thin paper with a different message.


Hey there, Abbas. Look, I want to have some fun here, so I'm giving you a little challenge. You must have been made aware of a few news or conversations that, among others, involved a couple of very special little ladies. Both of these ladies hold some nasty secrets. Some more apparent than the others, but they're both messed up. I don't know which of them was it or why they sent a message to you, but the contents are honest. I'd like you to grab all the tidbits of information you have on them and:
A: Order them chronologically,
B: Tell me who you think wrote this fan letter of yours,
C: What made you think that was the right person.
Don't worry about this paper. If you want, just write on the back of it, doesn't matter. You just need to write the answers somewhere. All I ask is that, when (if) you're done, you just go to the nearest desk officially belonging to the RHG and tell them to deliver it to a Mr. Crank. They'll know what to do. Don't worry.

As a bit of incentive, I can assure you that your action (even if you just decide to toss this away) will have consequences for the people involved in those pieces of information. What kind of consequences will depend on your answers.
I apologise for such a weird letter.

Sincerely,
Anonymous ; )

Crank
07-04-2017, 10:37 AM
DAMMIT

Chromium7
07-04-2017, 04:15 PM
so uh, who sent what?

RichardLongflop
07-04-2017, 04:21 PM
"Dear Madam" was from me, written by RAGNOR over a hot mug of cocoa, peering at a typewriter over his half-eye reading spectacles.

Cassandra
07-04-2017, 04:46 PM
And I was "Dear Sebby" :D

SJCRPV
07-04-2017, 04:49 PM
And I was "Dear Sebby" :D

I thought as much. Leelee's way of interaction is... distinct. As was evidenced by Gladstone and Sonia's comments on it : P

Especially considering my last post, I'd say mine's rather obvious too.

IgnusBurns
07-04-2017, 10:22 PM
I thought as much. Leelee's way of interaction is... distinct.

Especially considering my last post, I'd say mine's rather obvious too.

Indeed, Leelee is rather entertaining to read about.

And yes, that last post made it rather clear. Though that's not entirely a bad thing. You did a very good job on elaborating on your letter, well done.

Crank
07-04-2017, 10:25 PM
so uh, who sent what?

Care to hazard a guess?

RichardLongflop
07-04-2017, 11:30 PM
Care to hazard a guess?

Not really, I'd rather it be told to us.

SJCRPV
07-05-2017, 06:14 AM
You did a very good job on elaborating on your letter, well done.
'Glad you liked it. It started as just a complete surge of inspiration. I was initially going for a totally different idea.

IgnusBurns
07-05-2017, 10:40 AM
'Glad you liked it. It started as just a complete surge of inspiration. I was initially going for a totally different idea.

Well, it turned out very well, nice job!

Chromium7
07-09-2017, 01:04 PM
Seriously though, who sent the letter to Dante? I may want to do more with it.

Crank
07-09-2017, 05:31 PM
Aquila gave me Altaer
Ignus gave me Steam
Alph gave me RAGNOR
Chrome gave me Abra
CAPSLOCK gave me Al-Abbas min Filastin
Cassandra gave me Gladstone
Rich gave me Leelee
I never got anything for Dante.