Current thinking is a Blue Stripe who was seconded to Temerian Intelligence about seven years into his career as a commando, just before he was set to become a squad leader (or equivalent military promotion). He’s an expert in deception and deduction, a cunning linguist, and still has the commando skill set besides. A valuable addition to the team, hopefully. I’ll get on the sheet itself ASAP.
Bazmund
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Medical student living in Scotland, a lover of beer and steak mostly - but also writing, and politics. Because why not make myself even more divisive.
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I'm gonna check in. I'm similarly unsure of the type of character I want to play - I'm torn between a sorcerer and an ex-Blue Stripe. Assuming there's still room, that is.
Edit: Whoops. Just looked up the Blue Stripes on a hunch, turns out that can't actually happen after all. Rest in pieces lads. Still, worth considering an equivalent from another civilisation.
Edit: Whoops. Just looked up the Blue Stripes on a hunch, turns out that can't actually happen after all. Rest in pieces lads. Still, worth considering an equivalent from another civilisation.
Hey, sorry to jump in out of nowhere, but I recall I was involved in this RP in a previous iteration which unfortunately died before it really began. Are there any spaces left? I still have the character sheet from the old one - though I reckon it'd need some rewriting regardless, if I still wanted to play the boy anyway. I remember I was really looking forwards to it before it sort of vanished, it would be fantastic to get involved if it's at all possible.
Matthew
“Just make sure to aim for the chest, it’s easier to hit than the head, and at the end of the day a bullet is a bullet - two or three of them will put most people down pretty easily. Just make sure you actually aim the damn thing, squeeze the trigger rather than pull it, and make sure that whatever you’re hiding behind is actually gonna stop a bullet.” She cautioned him sharply, with a pointed finger gesticulating each issue. “I’ve seen some stupid motherfuckers try to hide behind car doors. They think because it is metal it will protect them - if you’re gonna hide behind a car, Matthew, hide behind the engine block.”
She paused, and then she sighed. Her expression softened. Not hopefully.
“I don’t think so. Cops do some shady shit man, but most of us ain’t so clever that we make our perps answer their phones to bring their accomplices in - no, I think there’s a pretty fucking good chance that the FOE have him, and magic doesn’t always work on those fucking guys. It’s not a risk we can take. Not right now.”
A moment passed.
“He’s not a mage. When they realise he won’t break, and that he won’t work as bait, they’ll probably just kill him.” Mira swallowed hard again. “Like I said, I just hope it’s quick. He was always kind of a dick, but… well, he was… he is a good guy. He doesn’t fuckin’ deserve this, man.”
By the time they were approaching the pizzeria, however, the street was awash with blue lights. The police, for one reason or another, were congregating around the ‘roachtrap’ pizzeria. Three patrol cars, a total of six officers, and no immediately apparent mage.
But no FOE either.
“Alright. I’m thinking we need a distraction. If they suspect there’s a mage about, then the FOE will be here as quick as in five minutes. I’m a cop, even if the uniform I have in the trunk doesn’t look like the local PD, so there’s a chance I can like, talk to them - at least, if they’re not wearing body cams. You think you’ll be able to have a look around and find our friend?”
@gentlemanvaultboy
Siobhan
The car stopped in a bit of an awkward spot towards the bottom of a long, previously-scenic path up the the hill to the chalet itself. The walk took about 20 minutes all in all, including the time taken to find ways around the worst bits of the overgrowth, and the one point where Ana nearly lost her shoes to the mud. The pathway itself culminated in a relatively antique paved walk up to the grand front doors of the house - though those doors had long since rotten apart and been lost to the elements, or been stolen before their time.
In front of the doorway arch, with its gothic pillars standing to a crumbled and cracked attention at either side, there stood a man.
He was slender, athletic looking, and tanned. On his face was a mature stubble, marked by a scar on his left cheek. He was attractive, either despite of, or in part because of, his scowl.
“All ready?” He said, in poor but functional French.
“I think so.” Ana replied before looking to Siobhan.
In the pit of Siobhan’s stomach, however, something uncomfortable turned over. Her skin crawled with the sensation of hands brushing the air over it. Her eyes instinctively looked up to the attic window, and saw nothing.
But she knew that they were no longer alone. Not truly. Not properly. Not any more.
@Lady Selune
Matthew
"Corner of 9th and 29th. There's an alley next to a closed down pizzeria, that's where our mark is - if we're lucky they'll be hidden well enough that we won't need to get into a shootout with the FOE. If we're unlucky, the FOE are gonna fucking dissect us."
The car was, in the right hands, surprisingly light. The axle needed some work and the brakes were a bit too slippy, but she handled rather well and had a shocking kick for a beater that sounded like she did. Mira was in the passenger seat, checking her gun, and loading a spare magazine with bullets.
"You ever shot a gun before?" She said, producing another gun - a smaller, more concealable revolver - from somewhere around the back of her jeans.
"It's easy to do safely, hard to do well. I don't want you unarmed when we go into this, even if the shit we have on hand won't work on body armour."
The path was straight, the road was narrow, and the car still gave uneasy creaks whenever a corner had to be made - but progress was fast. The roads were fairly clear in spite of the snowfall, which was beginning to pick up again, and they'd mercifully avoided the attention of law enforcement so far... despite being about as obvious as a firework.
"Fuck. I can't believe he got caught. Sax ain't his real name, of course, but that guy's been doing this kinda shit a lot longer than I have. I figured if anyone was gonna get themselves killed it would at least not be him, y'know?" She shook her head. "I hope those bastards at least do him the dignity of making it fast."
Siobhan
"Yes. Precisely. You die, that's what there is to be scared of. I was raised to think that there's something the comes next, but from what I've seen of this world, I don't think there's anything else to be had. Death is... I mean..." Ana's face twisted as she lost track of the words she needed.
"Scary. It's scary. French isn't my first language, I'm sorry. I can't imagine having a headache for five years though." She shuddered - or perhaps shivered - against the thought.
"That would be horrible." Ana said, shaking her head as she pulled her own cigarette to her lips and gave it a final drag of her own, before flinging it out the window herself.
"As for a plan? We're leaving the city, and going to an abandoned chalet not too far into the countryside. The place has been rotting for years now, covered in spiders and webs, soaked and freezing - nobody will think to see us there. We will meet an accomplice, who will..." Ana stopped talking. Then, she opened her mouth again.
And shut it.
Her face contorted with the tremendous effort of someone trying to remember something they should really have known and not forgotten, but who could not for their life remember it.
"I don't have the word. He will take us somewhere else."
The car sped along, the city gradually growing smaller and quieter around them as they began to hit the outskirts. As the thrum and hum and slum of urban life died away, the green sprawl of the countryside grew to replace it, striking and tangled. It would not be long before they were at the exit.
Matthew
“The Underground has means of detecting the people who are going to turn, before they turn. You seem like a pretty open minded guy, but lots of people ain’t, so we like to wait until they’ve got proof before we make contact so that they don’t just rat on us to the feds.” Mira said, pulling a smartphone out of the pocket of her trousers and tapping a phone number into it.
“Don’t worry. This is a burner.” She added as her thumb tapped the call button and turned on speaker mode. “And yeah, I wasn’t the only one operating in the city tonight. This was meant to be a convoy of three cars in total, one of them meeting us at the turning about five minutes ago, the next one… well, soon.”
The call connected.
“Hey, asshole. You’re late.”
Silence from the other end - except maybe, uncertainly, potentially, for the sound of ragged breathing.
“Sax?” Mira raised her eyebrow.
“Hey, uh, yeah. Hi María. How you doing? I’m running a little late as it is.” The voice on the other end, husky and rough but identifiably nervous, replied. The moment he said her name, Mira’s expression coldened, and she looked at Matthew with a finger pressed to her lips.
“That’s a real shame, man.” Mira swallowed. “Did you manage to pick up our friend?”
More silence. More breathing. In the background, a faint ‘click’.
“No. No I haven’t yet. I’ll have to see you there, María. Sorry but I think I’ll probably be a good couple of hours delayed.” The man on the other end’s voice broke near the end of the sentence. In the background another click, harsher and louder, metallic and grim.
A murmur of background speech.
“Sax?” Mira raised her voice uncertainly.
“Uh, yeah?”
“It’ll be alright.”
There came a long pause, and then a sigh.
“I hope so.”
The line went dead.
“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck! Fucking stupid man! He’s been caught!” Mira screamed, rolling the window down and hurling the phone out of the car. “Kid, Matthew, you feel like being a hero? There’s another mage out there who probably doesn’t have long before they’re caught, assuming they haven’t already been taken by the FOE, and we’re the closest folks left. You can drive crazy right?”
I dunno if it's come across in the writing, but I've been imagining Adam has having a mild Arabic sort of accent. Also @LordOfTheNight how are you doing my man?
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There was a clink and a clank as Adam hefted his pack onto his back and took the first step out the door. The air of the street was cool, but not chill, and the business of the day - be it work or be it play - had begun to subside at long last. He took a deep breath in, letting the shade of the city wash over him like a new tide, letting it settle on his mind like the welcome dew of the desert morning.
Adam turned around with a grin as he began to walk down the street, waving up to Amara on her balcony. She was waving back with one of those smiles that leaves a mark on you, and as he turned away for the last time that day to make his way towards the stables his grin broadened, and his step quickened.
He lived a charmed life, and he knew it. To be able to walk so freely and go where he pleased, to work the work he worked, to know the beauty of so many places and to wake up every day looking forward to whatever came - it was a blessing.
Adam gave the local baker a friendly wave as the young man was closing up shop for the evening - in the morning, he sold bread and pastry, in the evenings he sold tea and cakes. He’d inherited the business from his mother when she had decided to retire, and Adam was on good terms with them both - meaning when he was in town, he got the freshest loaves, straight from the oven. The baker waved back, and tossed him roll from the cart he was wheeling back inside.
“Well, thank you!”
“They just get thrown out otherwise, Adam!”
He gave the other man a grin as he bit into it and kept on his way. He had a good feeling that the guild would have found more work by now, and there was only one place that could mean he needed to be.
It took a while, but Adam made his way up to the stables, and was pleased to see some of the other runners already there. As he approached, he gave them a big grin, dusting his hands of the crumbs of the roll he’d finished on his way in.
“Hello, my friends. We have work to do, hm?”
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@Yankee Yeah, it's probably that. He's been helping out his FaeBae in return for lodging, but she probably only has one bed so hey, if he's gotta earn his keep he'll damn well earn it.
Immediate Edit: Just remembered I mentioned she has a spare room. Oh well. He might not use it every time he stays over.
Immediate Edit: Just remembered I mentioned she has a spare room. Oh well. He might not use it every time he stays over.
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