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December 30th to January 2nd
[Remy had been a little quiet of late, something that generally fell out of character for him. He hadn't shown up to act as an annoyance at anyones house, store, or other facilities; hadn't been picking up new items for his apartment or ammunition; hadn't wasted time around the coffee shop. He had just vanished.]
[For those who decided to venture into his apartment, which he left unlocked due to there be nothing in their worth stealing, would find any flat surface was covered in tools of his job. Blue prints, photos of buildings, detailed drawings and notes, tools used to adapt his own since Luceti was still lacking items he needed. The only thing missing was him.]
January 3rd
[He was tired, he was sore, he ached in places he forgot he had... but god damn if Remy hadn't had fun! Missions, missions was his answer to boredom. Sure, he was playing a tool for yet another group he didn't really want to, but it let him scratch his itch. Infiltration, it just translated into stealing in his mind. Remy LeBeau had found a new way to pass the time, and he couldn't be happier.
Strolling his way around the township as if he had been there all the time, the resident Cajun looked a little worse for wear. The left arm of his coat hung loose, moving with the wind as his actual arm sat in a sling close to his body. Sunglasses managed to hide a few scratches and bruising as well as the tiredness in his eyes. His uniform he wore showed signs of seeing better days, patches of blood and rips, but most of this was hidden by his coat.
He made several stops around the village:
The Item Store, to restock on cards,
The Weapon Store, to get repairs and replacements for his knives and bo staves,
The Clinic, to check his injuries were on the repair,
The Grocery Store, to replace no doubt some of the stuff needing to be thrown out in his apartment by now,
and Good Spirits Bar, for a little something to help him sleep tonight,
Before heading back to his apartment for the night.]
[Remy had been a little quiet of late, something that generally fell out of character for him. He hadn't shown up to act as an annoyance at anyones house, store, or other facilities; hadn't been picking up new items for his apartment or ammunition; hadn't wasted time around the coffee shop. He had just vanished.]
[For those who decided to venture into his apartment, which he left unlocked due to there be nothing in their worth stealing, would find any flat surface was covered in tools of his job. Blue prints, photos of buildings, detailed drawings and notes, tools used to adapt his own since Luceti was still lacking items he needed. The only thing missing was him.]
January 3rd
[He was tired, he was sore, he ached in places he forgot he had... but god damn if Remy hadn't had fun! Missions, missions was his answer to boredom. Sure, he was playing a tool for yet another group he didn't really want to, but it let him scratch his itch. Infiltration, it just translated into stealing in his mind. Remy LeBeau had found a new way to pass the time, and he couldn't be happier.
Strolling his way around the township as if he had been there all the time, the resident Cajun looked a little worse for wear. The left arm of his coat hung loose, moving with the wind as his actual arm sat in a sling close to his body. Sunglasses managed to hide a few scratches and bruising as well as the tiredness in his eyes. His uniform he wore showed signs of seeing better days, patches of blood and rips, but most of this was hidden by his coat.
He made several stops around the village:
The Item Store, to restock on cards,
The Weapon Store, to get repairs and replacements for his knives and bo staves,
The Clinic, to check his injuries were on the repair,
The Grocery Store, to replace no doubt some of the stuff needing to be thrown out in his apartment by now,
and Good Spirits Bar, for a little something to help him sleep tonight,
Before heading back to his apartment for the night.]
