No More Heroes (Bebo)

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(The original thread, for those interested.)

Please sign your name: Moatilliatta Nepsis



What is your age?: Eight years somatic seizure, soon counting calmed, no more numbers.



What are your “tools” of choice?: Spear of metal rod and scalpel, two short swords named as of that of baphomet's duplicity. Solve and Coagula sharpened swiftly forged furiously disastrously deadly.



Provide any additional information you wish to: Eight years strewn in cold covering, comatose with no recovery. Ghost soon no awakening, return quickly through hospital fires. One survivor. Calm after painful violence, nepsis. Rampant vices leading to squalor in filthy apartment. The irishman is not me and I am not him. He damned me unknowing I damned myself long before. I will pull apart as much as I bring together I will destroy as much as I will create. I wish I were real



Please provide a recent photograph of yourself:



The taxi stops in front of a small, unassuming motel. Above the building, lit up in bright reds and blues is what you assume to be the name of the motel. L'Nicher it reads, the words being blue, but with a red outline. It seems quaint and disconnected from how awful the rest of the city of Santa Destroy was, albeit a little run down, likely due to a lack of revenue. There's a number of lights that need replacing, and some weeds and vines growing up the side of the building, but it's clear that whoever works here still tries to keep the place as clean as possible. Next to the main building is a much smaller one, which you could assume to be the reception. The light glowing within highlights it in the growing darkness of evening.



Your observations are interrupted when the taxi driver speaks up.



"This is your stop, buddy. Don't forget your luggage."

[God Bebi Satan]

Unsure of my own possessions, I open the trunk of the brightly painted yellow construct to see what lurks within. I stare deeply at whatever lurks within. My legs refuse to walk properly in this hospital gown and its included slippers. Reminder to retrieve real gear soon.

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If you brought anything with you, it's likely to be stored in a suitcase of some color and description. Otherwise, you'd do well to head to the reception building.

[God Bebi Satan]

A duffle bag, dark green, clutching for it to return to hostel. Reception to claim room. Is a home truly a home if there is no family to fill it? I am one person.

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Upon stepping inside, the first thing you may notice is the music playing. You may or may not be familiar with it.



The room itself is rather small, with the reception desk taking up nearly half the room, and a "lounge area" comprised purely of two chairs, a small end table, and a variety of magazines. Across the room from the lounge area is a snack machine. A post it note states that it's out of order at the moment. A small bell and a rather bulky looking PC sit on the reception desk, with a wooden bored behind it, from which hangs a host of keys. No one is in the room at the moment.

[God Bebi Satan]

Failing to speak, I strike the bell with my open palm. The bandages bind but I beg against them tearing. I doubt my jaw could remain bound to my skull without them. Where will I go once this city burns? I've known nowhere else. Is there anywhere beyond this place?

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"Just a moment!" A voice sings from the backroom. You can hear things being moved, a chair screeching across the floor, and footsteps. Finally, a tall, bald clean shaven black man in a purple button up shirt appears from around the corner. A name tag sticks to his shirt, reading that his name is David. The "i" is doted with a heart.

"Hellooo sir." He says in a rather flamboyant voice. "First of all, I love the costume. Second of all, what can I do for you?"

[God Bebi Satan]

If only he knew. I point to anything indicating rooms or vacancy. My jaw hesitantly pulls open. The bandages rip as I speak. "Housing...indefinite stay. Pay weekly. Every Friday." I tell the man, struggling to speak behind plastered bandages.

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"Can do!" He says jauntily. The man grabs a mouse and shakes it a little bit, causing the screen on the PC to light up.
"Can I get your name, sir?"

[God Bebi Satan]

I speak once again, pressing my hands against the counter. "M-martin. Martin Nnnnigelsworth. Martin Nigelsworth." I lie.

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The black man begins typing on a keyboard, and scrolling through results.

"You sure your last name isn't Nepsis?" He asks

[God Bebi Satan]

Seen through pseudonyms. "No. Surname Nepsis. Room."

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Penis


"Well, Mr. Nepsis, your boss came by a couple days ago. We don't get many customers here, so when he said an odd man was going to pop in within the next few days, it was pretty easy to pick you out. Anyway, he paid your rent for four months and left you a note."

[God Bebi Satan]

"The employer works swiftly and so do I. Dispense to me the memo. Ascend tenement to serene slumber, soon crescendo to crippling catharsis." I mutter, losing grasp again. "Note. The note. Room key. Bed, obtain clothing later."

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"Uhh, sure thing. Lemme just go in back and grab the letter for you real quick."

The flamboyant fuckboy retreats into the back room to find you the letter. You can hear him rummaging through something for about a minute or so, before the noise stops and he returns. On the way back to the desk, he grabs your key, and sets it, along with a white envelope, down on the desk.

"Your room is 104. Enjoy your stay, bandage boy."

[God Bebi Satan]

I nod at the man, grinning beneath bandage. This man was strange but kind, I've rarely seen people like him. Recovering key and note. Read as arrival to room.

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The letter reads as follows:

                             Dear Mr. Nepsis


This note has been written as to inform you of what you'll be receiving upon moving into your new residence.

1. Four months of your rent will be payed in advance.

2. Your pantries will be stocked with a months worth of non-perishable foods, and your fridge has been stocked with two weeks worth of perishable foods.

3. A fully furnished apartment, as provided by the kind owner of the motel you'll be staying at.

4. Two hundred dollar bills you may use for whatever else you need.


If you have any further questions, feel free to contact me. Otherwise, you'll be contacted for jobs soon.


                                                                                                                                                                    Sylvia
 
A number is provided under the name Sylvia.


You arrive at your door. 104, on the bottom floor of the motel. 

[God Bebi Satan]

Opening motel door, stepping within to view contents. Possible trap, be weary.

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Upon opening the door, you don't find a trap, but instead you find a rather nice looking room. It's fully furnished, not with the best furniture, but still. To your left is a quaint little living room. There's a couch, an armchair, an end table, and an old CRT TV sitting sits a top an old wooden table of perhaps less then adequate quality. To the back of the room is a small kitchen. There's a fridge, a stove, a sink, a counter, and some cabinets both above and below. To the right of the kitchen is a table with about four chairs sitting around it. Between the kitchen and the living room is a short hallway. It likely leads to the bathroom and the bedroom.

[God Bebi Satan]

Stepping inside, tuning television, suitable channel to gain information.

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You turn the channel to the local news. There's a story on about deli owner turned serial killer, and a message saying something along the lines of "Angel of Death strikes again!" scrolls across the bottom of the screen.

[God Bebi Satan]

Televised mass chaos. Not comforting. Switch off, continued exploration.

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You continue to explore the apartment, coming to a very short hallway that leads to two more rooms. On the left is a bathroom. It's small, but functional. It has a shower, a toilet, a sink, and a large mirror positioned just above the sink. Straight ahead is the bedroom. It's another rather small room, with a king sized bed, a nightstand with a lamp, a dresser, and a closet. There's another door just next to the closet.