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Dark Hounds

"Don't be fooled by my eyes."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Patcharoo, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Aliases/Nickname: Dark Hounds
Actual Name: Adair Howe
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race/Ethnicity: Any
Despite his blindness, Adair possesses extrasensory perception due to his exceptional will abilities and was thus more than capable of killing all who opposed him. As he grew older his power to see the Future grew stronger.

So begins...

Dark Hounds's Story

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Into the bar came two people. Count em. Two.

Razzy came in, wearing casual clothing, a loose tee and sandals. She had short-ish hair, a sandy brown colour at that and looked like a real casual girl. With her was Vincent, the sort of guy who looked like he knew what he was doing. Under his arm was a folder. For a moment he paused, opening his mouth to call out;

"Hey, if anyone would like to make donations to try to stop the government from taking down the Hidden Glen, we're a nature group working towards that goal." The folder was opened and out came both a receipt book and several pamphlets talking about their cause. Nature warriors, or something. Apparently Hidden Glen was going to be demolished for construction of a new amusement park.

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Razzy nudged Vincent, nodding towards the kid. Vince shook his head. No way. Nuh uh. She could handle this one.

Razzy headed over to Cleo, kneeling down to look at the girl. "Hey, you okay there?" she asked in a nervously high voice. "You look upset. Are your parents around?"

Vince calmly lingered back to take care of any donations.

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Vincent looked over at the robot, reaching out to pick them up, if he could. They didn't actually have a donation basket. Or a tin. Those things were outdoubted. They gave out receit and put cash into a locked safety deposit box that they had in Gambit's. No risk of the money getting stolen.

Razzy nodded. "Aw, hey, c'mon," she said, trying to wipe away the tears. "I'll get you a drink. Come with me," she said, reaching out to take Cleo's hand and guide her to the counter.

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Razzy went to the bar, grabbing a glass to fill with water. She offered to help Cleo up to a stool so she could drink. "C'mon kid, you okay?"

Vincent stared. "Hey, we don't do that sort of charity, Raz."

"Yeah? Not gonna leave a kid. Besides, she can help us. Who could say no to a face like hers?"

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Razzy raised her head, thinking she heard a question directed towards her. For a moment she looked at Layla, before shrugging. "Well, what's your name kid," she asked Cleo. "Do you know your dads phone number?" She raised her head to Layla once more. "It's okay, I got it."

Vincent dropped Wheelie. Not his damn problem. "Sorry, was just trying to help."

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Razzy folded her arms. "Hey, now tha-" she mutters unhappily. Right, not going to go bother Izzie. Someone else could deal with that. Likewise Layla.

Vincent looked between all the women. What was he going to do. Walking over to Layla he reached out to tap her on the shoulder. "Hey, we appreciate the help, Raz is just an independent sorta' girl. She doesn't like help."

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Vincent shrugged, caught between the robot and the woman. He chose to ignore the robot. "She's probably just looking for help. Got lost or something."

Razzy let out a sigh. "Alrighty, we're looking for your papa. Do you know where he might be?" she asked.

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"Your dads a dragon?" Razzy asked with a raised eyebrow. Alright, well that didn't sound too hard to find. Surely.

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Vincent gave a shrug, eading towards Izzie. Alright, leave them all to bug the kid, or whatever. It wasn't his job. "Hey," he said with a small wave. "Do you have a minute?"

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Vincent adopted a casual appearance. "Yeah, we, me and Raz," he said, indicating over his shoulder, "Are a part of a nature group that are currently trying to save the Hidden Glen. There are plans by the government to have it demolished in favour of a theme park. Hidden Glen's an important natural land mark for the Wing City area, so we're looking for those who might be interested in donating to a good cause."

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Vincent shrugged. "Hey, whatever you like," he said, "No minimum donation. I'll even write you a receipt." He raised up his pen and receipt book. "And hey, if you'd rather see the forests chopped down, no ones judging you."

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Vincent counted out the bills, staring at the note patiently. "Hey, thanks," he said, leaning down to write up the receipt. "Your generous offer is really appreciated by nature."

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Two people entered Gambit's, the first being Vince with his broad shoulders and his sharp sensible looking face. The second was Razzy, who was substantially shorter and really mild and meek. Her shorts brown hair sat evenly on her head and she had very intense blue eyes. The two of them had several pamphlets and information about something happening to the Hidden Glen. Additionally, they had a sign that said, 'Protect Nature, Donate Today'.

"Hey," called out Vincent, "I don't know if anyone aware, but the corporations are looking to tear down Hidden Glen in favour of a theme park. If anyone would like to make a small donation, we're a wildlife group working to preserve the Hidden Glen both as a historic part of the area, but also as a place where many creatures live and many people visit for its scenic beauty."

With that small speech made, he hung around, watching the people to see who was interested.

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Out in the woods a man walked around, flashing around a torch. It was Vincent, apparently lost, looking around with a dull confusion set about his features. "God dammit," he muttered, until his torch shined in the direction of a picket fence. What was a picket fence doing here? Well hell, if it was abandoned at least he had somewhere he could stay the night. Without much care he walked towards the house, looking for a gate of some sort of which to enter, or climbing over the fence if it was below waist height.

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Vincent headed up to the front door, knocking on it. "Hey! Is anyone in there?" he called, "I got lost in the woods." This was the polite thing to do before breaking, entering and squatting.

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Vincent lowered the torch, blinking at the woman. "Uh hey. I got lost in the woods when I was surveying the area and... and... Hey, have we met?" he asked, cocking his head. "Uh, sorry, can I just use your phone to call someone to come pick me up? I'll be out of your hair in twenty minutes, I promise."

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Vincent entered, flicking off his torch. "Oh hey, that was you? Man, we really appreciate that. The paper roll you gave us must have been two grand. We don't often get people just handing over those sorts of donations. Most people are real tight, y'know?" He seemed in a good mood on recalling her donation. Now in the light it was clearer to see that he was in khaki coloured shorts and a white shirt that was smudged with dirt. His short and messy blond hair, which would have looked right at home on any surfer or hippy, was tied back behind his head.

"So where's your phone?"

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Vincent accepted the offered phone. "Two grand to a good cause? Man, I wish I had that sort of money to donate," he said with a grin, "But, y'know. Mans gotta live. Nice house by the way. Uh, does it have an address? Or, some easy way to find it? By car, preferably."

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"Alright thanks," said Vince, poking numbers into the phone. "Yeah hey, I got lost. Yeah I know." He gave off a laugh. "Anyway, this kind lady, the one I told you 'bout. The money roll from the bar. Yeah her. I happened to stumble on her house, and she's leant me her phone to ring you up." His arms folded. "Well mine ran out of a batteries, what do you want me to do?" He told them the directions. "Thanks. I'll see you in a bit." He hung up and handed the phone back. "Thanks."

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Vince nodded. "Sure," he said calmly. "Man, who got the idea of building a house out here? Is it a family home or did you buy it?" He took a seat and looked around with a smile. It was like he really appreciated the place.

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Vincent shrugged. "I live on a shoestring budget renting an apartment. I'm one of those... y'know, nature nuts. I take it fairly seriously. My dad was a carpenter, though. Used to build places like this. This, as he would say, is prime property. You're in the middle of no where, away from all the people, in a place that you can just relax. All angles covered. Surrounded by nature. I love it. Does your friend live here?" he asked patiently.

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Vincent paused, somewhat awkwardly. "Are you... actually together?" he said. "Yeah, I don't blame you. Escaping the city is one of my goals for retirement. But hey, cities where the monies at." He didn't care about money for himself, obviously. Obviously.

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Vincent laughed. "Hey, it works for some people. You should try doing the nature thing some day, though. It makes you feel really good about yourself."

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"Y'know. Getting donations to help protect the forest. Though, sometimes when you get involved you can get a bit overboard. I mean, look at me. I'm in my thirties and I live alone with no money cause I'm donating it all. I guess its just the life I like." There was the noise of a car in the distance getting closer. "This'll probably be my ride."

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"Oh, geez, I don't think I introduced myself. The names Vince." He headed also to the door. A large white van pulled up, a displeased looking bulky orc in the front seat who had to be over six feet tall. They stepped out of the van and glared at Vince. "Oh, man, they don't look too happy. Hey, thanks for everything. See ya around."

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