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Casual role player who enjoys collaborative posts and good stories!

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Are there any ones specific that you are interested in doing? I have some interest in the following

~ Body Guard & the Girl
~ Movie Star & Make Wish

Let me know if you have any plots set up for those two already or if you want to draft something together!

Happy 31st!

Hello People of RPG!

I have been itching to do a super powers backdropped with a light and fun romance role play for a few days now so wanted to see if there were any takers. I often enjoy 1x1s for this sort of thing and would also like it to have original characters> That said I am more than happy to take on characters already created depending on the situation. Hoping this short post inspires some interested parties.

~Happy 31st~
Always the observer, D'artagnan continued to listen as the conversation moved towards a resolution of the woman joining to find the person or persons involved in the attack on the Royal family. He was dragged into the conversation when Oliver decided to hook him in. "You have been awfully quiet my young friend. Does this call fall on deaf ears?

Shaking his head D'artagnan didn't want to get into the specifics of what he was feeling or what he had decided on. Instead his interest was in how this party came to be. Surely he wasn't the first nor even the 12th best option for the King. The Royal Court had near limitless power and connections to call on so why would a prophet point them to D'artagnan? "You mistake my silence for apprehension. Caution is how is should be read. I am simply looking at the depth of the water before I jump in."

He looked over at the women. He could see obvious and had no doubt there were numerous less obvious places where knives and daggers could be hidden. "My major concern is a lack of immediate direction. You say this attack could have come from anyone, but has the castles security become so lax?" D'artagnan looked on as the three men seemed unnerved by the question.

"The Kings officer in charge has recently been found to have had sever gambling debts. He admitted to having allowed several unknowns bribe there way onto the grounds several hours before the dinner party event." The Duke said in a cold tone. "We have arrested him and sent him to the stixs." The stixs being a rather unfortunate hole of a place where the prisoners keep each other inline with only the most heinous of gang leadership.

Oliver then added "He was killed less than three hours afterwards. We nearly got no other information from him. We are unsure why he was sent there so quickly and not held for longer interrogation."

Turning to the woman and setting his back to the three men D'artagnan spoke to her for the first time. "Then we follow your connections. Surely someone with your fondness of blades has plenty of friends in the Stixs pit. Think we can find out if the murder was a contract to tie up a loss end?"
Not a problem. Should characters misstep it is fun to have the correction be in the story!
In my mind I thought about how my character being kicked out meant he was somewhat expendable and so we wouldn't be the only team sent to deal with this but some of the teams have alternate plans as well as other members.

Basically I am thinking my character was picked for reasons but they aren't because he is a grand secret super mage or anything like that.

Does that make sense or are you thinking I need to make something more specific?
In my mind being a mage requires being a scholar. The concept of being gifted just means you can control magic, however, to study it is how one would actually be able to use it. He has had to study it since he was very young.
Subtle. D’artnange thought as the small woman flipped off the Duke.

Ballsy. He considered when she then followed up by seemingly threatening him. He noted that the Duke seemed somewhat unphased by the back and forth as well. He continued to pay attention to the woman who had a striking skill of commanding a room constructed entirely for another.

The mage was quiet, but his mind was quickly racing as the situation was explained to him. The attack on the princess was concerning; however, the fact that his mentor was seemingly agreeing with the label of prophet. This was a word that was carelessly thrown around in the streets, but a member of the magical council would never casually toss the label around.

Devin was about to finally speak, but was beaten to the verbal punch by the young woman. This time she seemed inclined to poke holes in the story, but the room stank with the words disgraced mage and that continued to bother Devin. When she finished it seemed the silence held a weight that was only lifted when Oliver spoke.

“Actually she mentioned a Reaper and a Scholar, but we felt your profession deserved a bit more credence.” He then looked over at Devin. “I must stress that this attack is not just on the Princess. We believe she is actually collateral damage from an attempt on the King and several other high ranking members.”

The three men told the tale of a dinner meant to be secret between high ranking members of the King’s court and several leaders of the surrounding kingdoms. It seemed there was military movement to the north and the meeting was meant to reconfirm their treaty agreements. During the preparation the princess had snuck into the kitchen to steal away a few of the gifts and some food stuff only to fall victim to an unknown curse.

“We have no idea if it was the food, or somehow another item. After she fell ill and was found in the kitchen the meeting was canceled and all our allies grew nervous and our relationships strained.” The Duke interjected. “It matters not that the princess was the victim, the attack itself was meant to do this. Stop the attack and we regain that confidence.”

"That is my daughter Duke Harrison." The King said in a chilling voice. "And I will see her saved." The king looked directly at the D'artagnan and put a hand on his shoulder. "You will cure her." he then looked over at the young woman "And you will deliver justice to those that harmed her."
A King with no audience was an interesting thing to witness for D'artagnan. While holding a respect for the power the crown held the actual person under its weight never much concerned him. He had only been the subject of one monarch in his lifetime and though his influence was fast it wasn't intimate. Rarely did anything done at that level of government directly affect D'artagnan. The politics he had to muck through was a whole different animal.

The King beckoned for the two mages to lift their heads and come to the council that was in session. The gravity of the situation could be heard in the tone everyone was using. "Thank you for your quick arrival Oliver. This is the young man you were speaking of before?" Said the man standing next to the King. D'artagnan couldn't place him, but felt he was someone he should.

"Yes Duke. This is my former student D'artagnan Bardot who was a former agent within the MMI. His departure was due to internal politics I assure you and not about performance." Oliver then continued only this time shifted to speak directly to the King. "As it happens the report you had mentioned earlier was written by both myself and this young man." He then paused as the King held up a hand in a command that silenced him.

When he spoke the King seemed as though he was trapped. Each word seemed a labor. "You said this man could work outside the confines of a normal mission and that is what we need Oliver. I trust your judgement."

D'artagnan was about to say thank you for the trust; however, before he could the doors opened once more and a woman followed by several guards arrived. Instead of the walking jibs he had to endure this woman seemed to cause the whole room anxiety. Even Oliver and Duke seemed to tighten their stance. Her first words only seemed to reinforce her barbwire reaction from the group.

"I think you can understand why we won't be returning your accessories." The Duke said coldly. Oliver and him exchanged a look and then the King spoke.

"A woman of the shadows and a disgraced mage. This is the best my inner council can summon..." He gave no effort to holding back his tone when he spoke and both the Duke and Oliver seemed to stop themselves from jumping in to defend whatever it was that was going on.

"Since the party is here we should, I think, explain to our guests why they have been summoned to a place that normally would detest their attendance." The Duke said, but before that he looked at the woman who had just joined them and gave a curt nod. "I have it on good authority that you are the gold standard in your profession. I ask that you note that is not the kind of job you have been brought here to accept."

Oliver then looked over at D'artagnan and simply said. "Don't be an ass."
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