Dragoknighte

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Oh is that so? I'll fix it once I get back from work

The Wolves of Red Lake (Completed)

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Harry Kingsfield

Location: Lake

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Harry watched Kosara leave as well, perhaps a moment too long for the old man's liking assuming he was a relative of some sort, but he couldn't do much to stop him other than shoot. And with every passing moment he was more an more confident that this conversation wouldn't end with him receiving a bullet wound of some form. At least he wouldn't be taking one from the old man in front of him.

"I've found something, but it's rather vague at the moment." The conversation steering back towards the case was enough to shake his head out of the stubborn, completely unhelpful mind-space it had been occupying moments before. Anyone in this town could know something that could be the key to solving this whole ordeal. It didn't pay to be pig-headed, especially this early into the case. "Apparently Miss Walker was visiting a certain someone here at the lake often just before her disappearance. Any idea who that could possibly be?" Harry left out the stuff about her being adopted. Unnecessary information for the current conversation.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Unrelated, we're at 1000 IC posts in Dup

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Diamond District

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Yeah, Helga was exactly what she had expected her to be. Yeah it was bad to conjure up a stereotypical prejudice of who a person was based solely on their name, profession and the barest of descriptions, but come on. Why even work at a massage parlor doing deep tissues massages and be named something like Helga if you weren't some sort of brawn hilda. The chainsmoker voice was a smidgen unexpected, however: Mali's imagination only went so far as to input a thick German accent.

"Sorry, it took me a bit to realize I'd forgotten to press the button." A lie, but was it really important for her masseuse to know that she was pacing around the room like a psycho thinking about conspiracies and Ancient civilizations? No, it was easier and faster to just fudge the truth. Mali chuckled at Helga's possible joke about not being able to perform a massage when there was no tissue to work with, but at the same time there was some nervousness deeper in her psyche triggered by the "snapping like a twig" line.

Every new thing she learned about Helga indicated that the coming massage would be highly intense at the least. However, she was determined to ride it out as best as she could. It might just be an ego thing, but she wanted to avoid having to ask Helga to lighten up if at all possible.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Roger sat on his bunk, a half smoked cig tucked between his fingers as he pored over an old aviation manual he had managed to keep with him from home. He'd had the book since he was 8 years old, having received it as a gift for receiving high marks that year in school, and the paperback showed its age and use well. The spine was wrinkled and in places non-existent. Its cover was faded and worn away at the edges. Several pages were warped and discolored after an ill-placed beverage was knocked over onto it. Yet it still hadn't quite fallen apart just yet.

It was a book he'd read many times over the course of his adolescence; he knew the thing well enough to recite in backwards in his sleep at this point, but still he couldn't stop himself from going through it time and time again. It used to be a way to facilitate his fantasies of being a pilot, heroically braving storms to make impossible deadlines. But now it carried a different context. It was his way to remember his home in a way that felt productive to him. Sitting around reminiscing about the past getting sad and homesick was a waste of time, but a pilot had to be well aware of the physical forces at work on their vehicle. A plane was nowhere close to a Framewerk, but the same principles still applied.

It was in the middle of this reading that all the pilots were called to briefing. Already? What could this be about? Roger snuffed out the cigarette currently in hand and placed it into the book to act as a makeshift bookmark before he scrambled to make himself presentable for active duty.

Rooney was one of the last pilots from Squad Sigma to show up, but that wasn't surprising, just a bit frustrating. For the briefing he did as he usually did and kept his stupid mouth shut, but he couldn't keep his mind from keeping a running commentary of the whole thing. For instance, when Elise decided to come along despite her grievous injuries, he wanted to cart her back over to the infirmary. Yes, broken bones do stop a soldier's duty. That's what the entire point of having a medical ward in the first place was. He might be a chronic over-worker, but even he could spot an example of egregious work ethic that was liable to do more harm than good. But as long as she didn't try to get into the cockpit of a 'werk, it would probably be fine.

When he actually saw the Cruxi, a great deal of dread came over him. It was obvious why they'd try to keep an elite alive and in human possession. The tactical advantages were just too great to throw away. But there was the inescapable feeling in his gut that this was wrong and would only backfire. Either the thing would escape, be a target for rescue, or mess with things behind its container. No amount of reassurance of neural dampening or similar safeguards would change that. Everyone would be better off if the so-called POW were just exterminated right there and then.

Elora being kept in a similar sort of barrier also made a degree of sense. Who knew what the hell the Cruxi did to her. Until this was known, it wouldn't be safe to leave her to her own devices. But it still wasn't right to isolate her like an animal with rabies. She was a human being, dammit. But he bit his tongue to keep it in check, literally. Unlike Mai/Maria, he knew it wasn't his place to make these sorts of judgment calls. Top brass could have just as easily kept them in the dark about the nature of their "cargo," it was a privilege to even be told this much, and acting like a child who knew better about the way things were wouldn't help anything. All he was able to do now was get ready to depart, try his best and hope that things didn't blow up in their faces.

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

Done

🦄 The Paradoxical Emendation - Merged With T.S.

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Giosue Zino

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Location: Ville au Camp: Main House: Room 205

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There was so much time and so little to do, Giosue wasn't sure where to begin. Wait, strike that first part, reverse it, there. He and Nancy had to do final preparation for her costume and script, get ready for the new time loop, set up house for the new residents to feel properly welcomed, meet up with any new Paradoxes that would arrive shortly, and grab something to eat.

Working from an efficiency standpoint, it would be best to start arranging welcoming presents in all of the unoccupied bedrooms on the second floor, repeat with those on the first, quickly break to grab a quick, filling breakfast, and then work on preparing the big event with Nancy before too many new faces could arrive. Speed was the name of the game here, but he wouldn't skimp on the quality of work in the name of trying to get everything done as quickly as possible.

As tempting as it was to set up Alicia's room, Gio restrained himself from lumping her in together with everyone else. She deserved a more personal touch than the rest. No, he would begin with the room adjacent to hers. Since it was Hallow's Eve, he figured it would suit the festive mood to give each room a trick and a treat. If one was alert and/or lucky enough they could perhaps get away with only receiving the treat, or perhaps Fate would frown upon them and the room would only bestow trickery. Whatever the outcome was not Giosue's concern, as long as he and Nancy got to have a bit of fun.

For Room 207, he set up a delightful little contraption, attached to the doorknob was a device he had picked up a few decades prior that channeled a weak current through whatever metallic object it was affixed to. Anyone who were to grab the doorknob with their bare-hand would experience a minor shock, only a wee bit more potent than the static discharge built up by shuffling across carpet whilst wearing slippers. And for the treat: a hard butterscotch candy, stashed neatly under the covers of the bed. One room down, six to go.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Sigil Keystone's up

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Nor

Location: Tower
Interacting with:N/A

Nor wasn't sure what all was happening, what with the half-nude mage and the roaring bear and such, but he took it all as a sign that the tunnels were caving in, and when such events were occurring, those who acted first were least likely to get horribly murdered by undead. The bear was right next to whatever was on the bed, which left one free target, the robed man on the floor. He wasn't quite within striking range, but he'd make sure the poor sod wouldn't be able to change that easily.

Moving as fast as his short legs could move him, Nor booked it over as close as he could get to the robed man. Maybe some would find it distasteful that his first instinct would be to kill a man lying helpless on the floor in cold blood, but he saw it as removing complications before they could arise. Robed strangers in towers full of undead were almost certainly necromancers, the worst kind of mage. And he probably had all sorta of other tricks besides simply raising the dead. The sooner those problems could be eliminated, the easier a time everyone would have. And if he weren't actually an enemy (unlikely as that was)? Sometimes your guesses were wrong. Better safe than sorry.

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

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Location: Diamond District

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And for the first time all day, Mali had a moment to be alone. Actually alone. Another time like this probably wouldn't come until right before bedtime, so this was the time to get her thoughts in order. A lot of things had happened, but she wasn't sure how much of it she'd articulated to herself. The bodybuilder disrobed and began pacing around the room.

So there's an actual conspiracy called Juno that seems to control a lot of things, if not everything of significant power. They seemed to have been an active power at least since the prohibition. They branded their members with either the astrological sign for Venus or Mars depending on their gender. These members were kept separate as much as possible. They had names for each of their positions, but Mali forgot what that term was. She'd have to ask about it again later. Some of these members, at least Zoie Crawford and the late Alicia were infiltrating the conspiracy to try destroying it from within.

Juno seemed preoccupied with Ancient Greece and Rome for some reason. An item of interest seemed to be necklaces with a weird geometrical... thing attached to the end. Zoie believed that the source of their fixation laying further back in human history to Ancient Egypt, but hadn't derived enough proof to actually justify her gut theory.

Relic aka Daniel, is some kind of computer genius and Zoie's brother. Apparently he was in prison at some point. Juno is after him for possessing and knowing things he shouldn't. Really curious, but also physically and socially fragile. Saving him from some thugs got Mali tied into all this nonsense in the first place and her hand broken, but she couldn't bring herself to be angry at him. Kid needs to stick up for himself more. Has really nice business cards

Marc Tinder is an FBI agent who's working as part of les collaborateurs and is apparently a long-time friend of Relic and his family. Seems like a decent enough guy.

Zoie is a prostitute who's working for Juno and has some family and guilt issues to work out. Right now Mali's acting as a cover story to allow her to better work on her investigation of Juno's motivations. Working with Juno seems to provide enough money to casually buy lots of high end clothes and cosmetics without batting an eye at the price of it all. You also might really have a thing for her, chimed in a voice from a lower layer of her mind that was promptly ignored. There were more people involved, but those were the three most important figures she had been in contact with so far.

The group's current lead was to investigate the supreme court justice Zatara Lyo for information on Valentine's true identity. Right now she was getting ready for a political evening party where she was supposed to do something. Nobody had actually said what she was supposed to do there yet. As part of prettying up, she still needed make-up, her hair styled, shoes, jewelry and perfume at a minimum. Which brought her back to her current situation. These were all things she knew, but for keeping her head on straight, it was good to focus on what she knew rather on what she didn't for once and who her friends were supposed to be.

At this point Mali realized she'd spent a few minutes simply pacing the room in her birthday suit, and Helga was waiting on her to press the button to signal her readiness. She walked back to the door and pressed the button before sliding under the blanket provided. Stop thinking about the big picture and get back to the here and now. The incoming massage was likely to be intense to say the least.