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Post by Otto Rangel on May 9, 2015 5:50:23 GMT
A moderately rundown studio apartment complex located near the middle of Starcrown Heights, the building is known to house mainly Starborn residents that have been known to look out for each other from the ever growing crime that plagues the rest of the community.
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Post by Otto Rangel on May 9, 2015 5:53:00 GMT
Otto and Alfons Rangel reside in one of the larger apartments in the building. Otto sits by their window his legs stretched out in front of him and he is throwing a ball between his arms each time the object leaves his hand it changes either shape or material.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 9, 2015 7:41:27 GMT
Alfons was practicing his English by reading a book aloud. "Man is the only creature that consumes without prod-prodooo-producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the ploff-Ploff? Plow?, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals. He sets them to work, he gives back to them the bare minimum that will prevent them from starving, and the rest he keeps for himself. Our labour tills the soil, our dung fertile-ises it, and yet there is not one of us that owns more than his bare skin." Alfons stopped to ponder what he just read. In German, he said, "I can't tell if this man is talking about horses and pigs, or Starborn."
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Post by Otto Rangel on May 9, 2015 16:15:05 GMT
"Probably horses and cattle." Otto responds, "Can't remember when I signed up for my shit to get sprayed over a field to help crops grow, wouldn't want to eat that shit anyway." He claims catching the ball now in the form of a marble Knight from a chess set and shoving it into his pocket, before looking at his brother's book.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 9, 2015 16:32:20 GMT
Otto Rangel INT: 6
The book is titled Animal Farm by George Orwell. It looks to be a plain children's book. judging by the silly animals on the cover.
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Post by Otto Rangel on May 9, 2015 16:38:06 GMT
"Looks stupid." Otto states, "Al didn't I point out that book that had the silly pictures of those humanoids holding buttered toast? Looked much more entertaining then farm animals was cheaper as well."
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Post by The Astronomer on May 9, 2015 19:42:14 GMT
"I think that one was already in German. I mean, Doktor Seuss. Sounds like someone's dentist."
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Post by Otto Rangel on May 10, 2015 6:03:18 GMT
"Be that as it may, seemed more interesting then farm animals." Otto states gazing outside the window. "Any word from mother recently?" He asks off handedly.
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Post by The Astronomer on May 13, 2015 20:39:22 GMT
"Nein... I think she moved again... Or Father's hiding the mail..."
There was a knock at the door. Alfons set the book down, and stood to open the door. Otto's brother was usually the tallest person in any room he entered at 6'7", and their guest only made them look taller. Mindy Thompkins, the neighbour's 10 year old girl, looked up at him.
"Hey, Alfie!"
"Hey, Mindy. What is up this morning?"
Mindy giggled at the thick accent. "I think you got a friend downstairs. There's an old German guy hanging around."
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Post by Otto Rangel on May 14, 2015 5:55:54 GMT
Otto stands up and greets the little girl, "Is there," He asks her politely, "Has he spoken of us?"
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Post by The Astronomer on May 14, 2015 7:56:03 GMT
"He said he was looking for some German kids, but my mom said she didn't know anyone like that. She wanted me to warn you in case it was a cop or something. You know, like Poirot. He kind of looks him too, only dorkier." Mindy had yet to realize Hercule Poirot was Belgian, not German, and fictional to boot. However, with superdetectives replacing superheroes as the go-to genre of blockbusters, Poirot was as real to her as telekinesis and lasers.
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Post by Otto Rangel on May 14, 2015 16:38:21 GMT
"I'm sure we can manage this guy if he wants to harm any of us." Otto states giving his brother a sideways glance. "What did he look like?"
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Post by The Astronomer on May 16, 2015 13:29:15 GMT
Mindy paused to think. "He was kind of old. And he had a fedora and trenchcoat like Dick Tracy. He had these big sunglasses, and a funny mustache like Poirot." She looked up at Alfons. "Do you think he's an Interpol agent, like Chun Li? I don't think he knows kung fu, but Mom says you can never tell in Starcrown..."
She walked over to the window and peeked out. "You can still see him on the street."
There was indeed a man who sort of resembled Hercule Poirot on the street, currently getting an earful from the landlord about harassing his tenants no doubt.
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Post by Otto Rangel on May 16, 2015 17:18:53 GMT
Otto watches the man getting yelled at to see if he recognized him other then being a popular Belgium detective. "Your mom is smart Mindy, you should listen to her. No telling what people are up to these days."
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Post by The Astronomer on May 16, 2015 17:24:20 GMT
Otto Rangel INT: 12
There was something familiar about the old man, but it was hard to say.
Alfons suggested, "Maybe he is looking to hire us."
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