Concept

The Front [Concept .x. Lola]

Post up! Now, if you’d like to do a collab on this one so we can have a little back and forth conversation, we can do that. I know it’s a bit difficult to have a conversation in separate posts without the posts themselves being tiny lol.

The Front [Concept .x. Lola]

Wing-tipped clacks echoed from the tiled floor as Maurice made his way down the hall. Slightly more than a stub was smoking in his mouth and the cocksure grin he wore was the sign that he was pleased with himself. He turned into an office on the right and took a seat at the desk at the other end of the room. His chair was big and expensive looking, a byproduct of ascending rank and maintaining the executive image. Everything on the desk itself was meticulously organized, papers and folders neatly placed into a multi-level set of plastic shelves and a phone and computer monitor perfectly centered next to one another—it really was a rather large desk.

He pulled an ornate ashtray closer to the desk’s edge and set his stub within it before pulling out the hidden keyboard via a tray under the desk. The monitor awakened quickly and just as he was set to begin typing out an email, a knock on the door broke the silence. “Yeah, I’m here,” Maurice answered without looking up. The door creaked open to reveal a shorter man dressed in an off-the-rack suit and a serious visage. He had brown hair professionally styled and was on the younger side—clearly nothing more than a member of the rank and file. He stepped just a ways beyond the door, but made sure to enter no further. “Tell him we’re good to go. Then make the call,” Maurice said, again without looking up. The younger man nodded and quickly shuffled out of the office.

Maurice leaned back in his chair and exhaled. He hadn’t wanted it to come to this, but he had been left with little choice. He had always been serious about his position and the organization was the important aspect in his life. He would always do anything for the Syndicate. A palm ran down his face before he straightened up and picked up the phone. Whoever was on the other end seemed to answer immediately. “It’s done,” Maurice said quietly. “I had to involve a second person though… It’s more believable that way. No… No, they’re nobody important. Name’s Mia Winter. She’s new from what I read so it was the perfect opportunity. No, not yet. This is a long game…. Trust me, if we rush this, he’ll see it coming easily. Yeah. Yeah. Alright, I’ll keep you looped in.”

The phone clicked back into place. Maurice sighed again and turned around to face the window behind him. The view was gorgeous during the sunset.

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Alvin reappeared at the bottom of the stairs and stopped just past the stanchions. The posted security still gave him a weird look, but they knew better than to say anything to someone who had been allowed past that point. The man himself surveyed the area as he began a slow walk through the throngs of people. It still didn’t make much sense. He had been sent to The Club because it was supposedly bleeding money, but the crowds told another story. There were way too many people on the first floor alone for that to be true. Then again, he hadn’t checked the other floors, but that would have to come later. Right now, he had to get to the bar.

Alvin moved past crazed dancers and more subdued alcoholics as he crossed the wide girth of dance floor and flashing lights. Old memories began to return and he recalled his old days managing The Club and how he would slack off from time to time and just enjoy himself. In his earlier days, he had been quite the party animal himself. He was still young by all accounts, but his years working as an executive had given him a new perspective. He silently wondered just how naive he had been back then. Though the music was blaring and the atmosphere was enough to get anyone’s blood pumping, he saw it all as insignificant. How could these people know what they were missing though? They were just drones being used for the money they willingly threw away on booze, among other things. He shook his head as the bar came into view.

There were several bartenders scurrying around handling requests and doing their jobs in general and in was in that moment that Alvin realized he had never been given a description of his target. Just a name. He sighed, though no one could hear it over the loud music and pushed past more patrons to take a place at the counter itself. None of the staff noticed him. To them, he was just another customer either already drinking or currently holding up the counter because he was too afraid to find a partner on the dance floor. Finally, he stopped a man on his way to give someone else a drink. “Hey, do you know a Mia Winter?” He asked. The man simply shook his head and kept going. This wasn’t going to work.

Alvin took a quick look around before hopping over the counter itself and heading towards the back area. Things may have changed, but the chiller had to be in the same place, right? Besides, what else would veteran staff have a newbie do, but grunt work? It was obvious. Alvin pocketed his hands and walked straight into the back room, the busyness of the bar covering him from prying eyes. It wasn’t long before he saw a young-looking female unpacking boxes. “Hey,” He started, elevating his voice just enough for her to hear, but trying to keep it calm and kind-sounding. He looked around as if he were lost.

“I could have sworn someone said the bathroom was back here, but uh… Looks like I was wrong, huh?”

The Front [Concept .x. Lola]

Thanks lol. I'm in 3 roleplays including this one(which is the max I can handle with my schedule) and their all wildly different from each other. It's nice to be able to get into a different vibe for each. I'd say each one fulfills a particular genre I like. I wouldn't leave any of them at this point as I enjoy the varied perspectives.

The Front [Concept .x. Lola]

Nah, never. I may take a minute to post, but I'll always get one in at least once a week. Sorry for being slow, though. I'll speed up a bit, I can manage it.

The Front [Concept .x. Lola]

I'm at work for now, but I'll have a post up tonight. Been structuring what I want to do and I've got it now lol

Ultralight

Got an RP that needs a reply, but I'll probably wait until the scene shifting post Monday before I reply here again. I want to be able to put out substantial posts every time.

EDIT - Of course, if I'm feeling good after I reply to my other, I still put up a small post today lol

Black Lily [High Casual]

Loving the posts, everyone! Every character so far is pretty distinct even for having only one post to their name and the potential I'm seeing is glorious. We're only waiting on one more now, but I'll take this moment to quickly shed a little light on how the posting schedule will work.

As I said in the OP, one post a week will keep the pace steady. At the same time, I know life happens so here is how it'll work. Every week, I'll post up a scene changing post to move things forward and you guys basically have the week to reply. Now, if you don't get to it in the week, that's fine. Just means you'll have two scenes to respond to which should actually give you more meat to work with for your post.

I'm trying to avoid long stall periods in the future in doing this. That said, everything is perfect right now, I just wanted to let everyone know I have a structure in mind and such.

Ultralight

Post up. Nothing crazy, but it gets the job done.

Ultralight

_{Cassian Priest}

_{Location - Cider's Safehouse - Midnight}

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As he waited on a response, Cassian's mind drifted back to Aya and their meeting. She was still stunning, even after all this time. Though aside from her youthful physicality, she was still being relegated to the same kind of roles. It was disgusting, he thought. Some things never changed and the absent-minded contractor felt, in that moment, that he had made the right decision to leave two and a half years ago. Simultaneously, old feelings began to resurface. He suddenly felt the strongest urge to make another appearance at the Ito-Gumi office and set things straight himself. There was no question that he could do it, but it was a matter of honor and it would constitute a severance of the deal he agreed to. Then again, he had already broken that same deal the moment he continued meeting with Aya. Where that was acceptable in the Asian man's mind, barging in the office and raising would be much less so. Some things needed to be upheld, even if one vehemently disagreed with the fallout it caused. Magpie's sudden emergence from the neck up brought Cassian back to reality.

The best way to describe Magpie was straight to the point, at least in Cassian's opinion. She had a unique way of conveying information and seemed to be the type of person that not everyone would get along with. That was perfectly fine. To Cassian, Mag was an essential asset and a pretty interesting person to boot. It had been a long time since the man had actually considered anyone a friend, but large legged blonde could qualify if the two made an effort to learn more about one another. All that aside, what she revealed about the mystery creature was intriguing even if not very much to go on. Most of it was normal to a variety of beings, but the thing that stood out was its supposed healing factor. Bullets did nothing and could be healed from, but it had fragile durability? The thought both vexed and helped Cassian further understand his soon-to-be enemy. Mag had been able to rip off its arms even though her guns did nothing. Did that mean this thing was weak to simple hand-to-hand combat? Cassian grinned. If that were the case, then maybe they had a chance after all.

"Thanks, that actually helps a lot," Cassian said through the door as Magpie retracted her head and resumed what she was doing. He pushed off the wall and made his way down the hall, greeting a few contractors he passed by. No one had anything like their own room in the safehouse, but Cassian had claimed one of the rooms with a bed for that night and he returned to it, pulling a duffle bag from under the bed and plopping on top of the firm mattress. He always kept his knife on his person, but guns didn't always come with the contractor. Guns elevated an already tense situation exponentially and on top of that, due to Cassian's unique ability he felt that he didn't always need to have a gun on hand. He grabbed his 9mm and charged the slide a few times, ensuring functional operation. He had already cleaned it when he first arrived, but it was habit to be sure there was nothing loaded and that the slide was free of objects and smooth.

He stood and affixed the weapon into a holster under the small of his back and grabbed a few small metallic orbs before leaving his room. Now that he had his information, it was time to get ready for a sortie. Cassian arrived to the group and only looked around briefly, but he instantly noticed a nervous and twitchy redhead. The nervous man clutched a large sniper-rifle in one hand and was chewing nails with the other. That was concerning, but at least at long distance he would be safe. In spite of what others may have thought, Cassian was always concerned with the lives of those he worked with first. He agreed with a more serious individual who offered a dose of hard reality to the nervous kid, but at the very least, nobody else would be impeded by a fearful sniper situated away from the frontline of the battle.

Cassian stopped a little ways away from Asche and began fiddling with his own 9mm once more. He begun filling a magazine with ammunition, purposely committing the act in a slow manner. "The sniper will be alright," he started. "Just be glad he'll be away from the immediate battlefield. At the very least, we shouldn't have to worry about coddling him while trying to take down whatever this thing is."

Black Lily [High Casual]

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