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Witcher 3 1x1 (MxF)

@Kassie

Haha, I know EXACTLY how you feel. This was my first witcher game on console(I tried the second one, but couldn't get into it). I've loved this one because it feels a lot more accessible to people like us who haven't had much of a background in the series.

Let me know if you do want to do a thread after playing the game for a bit :)

Witcher 3 1x1 (MxF)

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Oh, right! Sorry. Should've explained that xD

I was thinking that the two leads could be that Ling was last spotted at the Mandarin Oriental hotel for a meeting and that there's been unusually high traffic in a low density population area in the new territories that might be Lings associates hiding out.

What do you think?

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"A month has passed since my transfer from-" He was interrupted by Director Huntley's stout frame entering the room, two thin folders in his right hand. There was a grimace on his face that was more dour than usual, which more than likely signaled the level of stress that was on his shoulders. He handed a folder to each operative before whisking himself to the opposite end of the table, turning on a large monitor that was mounted on the wall to reveal streams of data flashing across the top and bottom of the screen. In the middle was satellite video footage that was in a continuous loop, melded together with surveillance tape. He examined the screen, a heavy exhale escaping his lips.
"I cannot stress how important this operation is. Not just to us, but to the entire intelligence community across the globe." He placed a finger on the screen, the footage pausing to reveal the grey facade of a building with a red carpet rolled out on the sidewalk, men in maroon colored uniforms standing next to each other. On the carpet stood a lithe Asian female, her ruby colored lips slightly agape.
"This is Ling Shi Hua. She was with Lane and the Syndicate, yet she's managed to stay under the radar ever since we captured her superior." He pressed on the screen to continue the footage, then pressed again to reveal Ling standing with two men clad in sharp suits and sunglasses in spite of the rain that dropping to either side.
"The two men with her are on the security detail at the United States embassy in Hong Kong."
"So she's based in Hong Kong?" Huntley turned around, scowling.
"I would think that you'd be able to deduce that by me telling you, Agent Makashev."
"I just..."
"The men, Timothy Cowlishaw and Jalen Montague, have been taken into custody due to their appearing with Ling. They haven't given us much, but they have told us about a potential bomb threat, one that could be planted by Ling."
"They were willing to give her up that quickly? And to be that sloppy about being seen out in public..."
"My suspicion is that she wanted them to be captured, for us to see that she's acting on her own terms."
"So the information provided from the guards..."
"Might be a sham, yes, but we were essentially given a bluff by Ling. She told us through giving two of these men up that she has a web of agents that could be hidden anywhere AND that she can easily replace them." Huntley paused for a moment, looking up at the ceiling before returning his gaze to the operatives:
"What I want you two to do is to track Ling. There are two leads in your briefing packets that you can follow up on that were provided by the security detail and scoped out by local intelligence. Find out what she's planning on doing in Hong Kong, stop her operations and bring her in. Alive." He strode to the exit, then quickly added:
"You're working with a team now, Lilith. I expect you to welcome the change." With that cryptic comment, he left the room.

Yerbol rose from his chair, brow arched.
"That was...abrupt. Is he always like that?"

Witcher 3 1x1 (MxF)

Hello all!

Like many of you, I've been playing the Witcher 3.

And like many of you, I am completely and utterly hooked.

I want to translate our collective enthusiasm for the Witcher into an awesome one x one thread that would be a sort of alternative history to the game itself.

I'm looking for someone who:
-Has played the Witcher 3 or has a working knowledge of the game(aka google)
-Is willing to play out a father-daughter relationship(hint hint) that has no hint of romance. We can totally double and I have no problem with that in order to insert romance.
-As an addendum to the above, is willing to play the adopted daughter.
-Is willing to collaborate in order to create an alternative story to the main arc in the Witcher 3

If this interests you at all, feel free to PM me so we can discuss things :)

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The doors closed, leaving Yerbol in a rather uncomfortable situation. He hated elevator silence. It was an oddity, an idiosyncrasy, but he would never give up on the notion that if there was someone else in the elevator with you, there had to be some polite conversation. The silence was unbearable. He reached up with a hand and played with the front end of his hair, flipping it up slightly in it's normal configuration(the front end of his hair tended to mat down on his hair, which was a frustrating turn of events) before asking:
"I suppose I shouldn't be asking this, but you wouldn't happen to be heading to the briefing room as well, would you?" Before the conversation could go any further, a soft ping indicated that they had arrived. At the door stood a dark haired woman in a pencil skirt and a shirt with a neckline that went so far up that it could have swallowed her head. He had seen her before...
"Operatives, please follow me." The deep, yet pleasant voice registered. It was Alexis Pressmen, the woman who had set him up with his lodgings and equipment. So she was an unofficial quartermaster? Glorified receptionist? Shaking the line of thought, he complied with the directive, following her through the familiar wood paneled hallways. This floor was much better appointed decor-wise, the carpet a luxurious fabric of some kind, wood paneling on the walls that added an elegance to what would have been a drab office hallway. Doors were mostly open, all of which revealed computers and other such equipment manned by bustling men and women in business attire. Finally, they reached a door at the end of the current hallway they were in, Alexis leading them into a room that featured two large plasma screen television mounted on the eastern wall. To to the north were expansive full length windows that held a good view of the D.C. skyline. In the center was a dark cherrywood conference table, leather office chairs set haphazardly along the edges.
"Director Huntley will be with you shortly." With that, she left, leaving Yerbol to look to the woman with a small smile.
"I suppose she answered my question for me." He withdrew a seat at the end of the table, situating himself in it turning to the woman, extending a hand:
"My manners escape me. Yerbol Makashev."

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Hey there! First day back at work was rather nuts, so I'll post tomorrow :)

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Name: Yerbol Makashev
Age: 30
Appearance:



(Sorry about the chinese characters xD)

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Sixty one...

Sixty two...

Sixty thr-

With a resounding shout, Yerbol released himself from the steel bar, squatting to within inches of the ground. Sweat dripped off the bridge of his nose onto the black synthetic surface that covered the expansive gym(just one of ten in the building), his breathing labored and intense. Looking up as he stood, a smile crossed his face. A few feet in front of him was the usual mess of dumbbells, kettlebells and medicine balls that he employed in his training rituals. It was an obstacle course for any who attempted to work out in the same room, which might explain why the gym he was currently utilizing was vacant of all human life. He preferred it this way, of course. It was a fortress of solitude for him, a way to escape the constant demands of his line of work. Of course the demands hadn't been coming in for very long.

One month ago, he had been called in from a training exercise by his superior to talk with two men, who he now knew as Alan Huntley and William Brandt, director of the IMF and senior operative respectively. He had heard of the IMF from others at his station in Barcelona, but they were only rumors, wild tales of a man named Ethan Hunt and his band of cohorts tearing down international terrorism one cell at a time. It was a bit surprising to have any contact with the IMF, seeing as they were a branch of U.S. intelligence(as confirmed by Huntley). The director's pitch was concise and efficient, Brandt adding that they could see Yerbol's "excellence in the field" and wanted to know if they could recruit him from Interpol, a group that had been rapidly promoting him from within and didn't want to see him leave anytime soon. Yet, there were things in the States that he still desired to accomplish, people he desperately wanted to spend more time with. Disregarding any professional gain he could've made at Interpol, he accepted the position as a field operative with the IMF.

Set up with a space efficient yet somewhat cozy apartment in the heart of D.C., Yerbol was transplanted from Barcelona and was put through a gauntlet of tests and simulations, all of which he did well at(except for long distance shooting...he was terrible). The promise of his first mission had been made just yesterday, Brandt telling him to keep his phone nearby. The device lay next to a dumbbell, set on the loudest volume possible. He walked forward, wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand and scooped it up, seeing that he had missed a text message notification. It had been sent five minutes ago from number 356, code for Brandt. It simply read:
"Briefing room. Half an hour."

He smiled.

_______________

Showered and changed into brown slacks and a blue button down shirt that he brought in his gym bag(had to be prepared!), he made his way out of the gym into the off white corridor, turning left. The briefing room was on the top floor of the twenty floor office building that served as the headquarters for the IMF, the building blending in rather nicely with the business milieu of this part of the city. Reaching the elevator, he summoned it by withdrawing a keycard from his wallet and inserting it into the slot below both up and down buttons. A moment later, the metallic doors slid open, Yerbol politely smiling and nodding at the other occupant of the elevator. He turned to press the button marked "20", but noted it was already illuminated.

Interesting.

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All three look great, but that second one appeals to me most. Totally up to you, though! :)

Also, will get you a post in about an hour or so.