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6 mos ago
Current So I have this... itch... to run a pbp game... here. Using the Cypher System or ICRPG.
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7 mos ago
I've not been back a full week and I'm already stalking POO and Penny :D
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Síofra was twisting and turning on her futon. Ironically she was the one who ended up with the nightmares rather than Lilly who'd gone through that... that... that monstrosity that the tech could not even bring herself up to describe. So it was the scrawny looking teen that often rushed into her room to shake Síofra's sweat covered body awake instead of the other way around. Well, not to say that the kid was splendidly adjusted. Heck no! Mammoth panic attacks could be triggered by the smallest and most unassuming thing. Some of the triggers were obvious and both of them knew to avoid them as best as they could. But than there were those that snuck up on both of them and the tech would be left with a virtually unresponsive teen girl in her hands to take back to their humble abode. As inconspicuous as the ex soldier could make the trek back with a catatonic teen in her arms. People tended to notice that!

And yet it was Síofra that had ended up with the nightmares. Or night terrors as Lilly's most discrete head shrink had called them. The tech payed more than good buck for that therapist. She knew that Lilly needed professional help after what had been done to her and she knew she would have to pay good cred to keep whatever happened within those sessions confined to the room they took place in. But she'd lucked out with a doctor that had once been approached to participate in programs similar to TVP's and upon refusal had barely made it out with their skin intact. Suffice to say Doc had her own motives to help Lilly and be most discrete about it. But when Síofra had mentioned the nightmares she'd offered to listen and with Lilly's constant nagging to do it the ex soldier had finally caved. She was learning fast that there wasn't much she wouldn't do for her adoptive sister.

So the Doc had said that with her case it probably came down to guilt. That even though Síofra hadn't know what really happened to the kids, the girls especially, she felt responsible. Well, of course she felt responsible. She didn't need a shrink to tell her that. She knew she was responsible. She'd told the Doc as much, but than the woman had gone into a lengthy explanation how responsibility and guilt were not the same and how they could affect the subconscious in a different way. Still, since talking appeared to help somewhat Síofra did it whenever she felt like it, but absolutely refused to go into regular therapy the way Lilly did. She could handle the nightmares, especially after what she'd witnessed at TVP, which had led to her busting Lilly out. What she couldn't handle was Lilly's worried expression each time she had to shake her awake.

It still boggled Síofra's mind how Lilly didn't hold any grudge against her for the part she'd played in Lilly's imprisonment. The ex soldier wasn't personally responsible for the teen's capture, but was among the soldiers who were tasked with such retrievals. And Lilly knew that and still forgave her. Síofra shook her head to chase away the thoughts of her sister and to put her mind on the job at hand. Her eyes darted over the figures of her team mates for this op. She knew them by reputation, of course, but she did have some small personal experience with all of them. Serge, the burly dandy with that ridiculous transparent poncho over his precious suit, had helped her with that data mining job down at the MOLE tunnels. It had been a solid job and even with the new scrapes and bruises Lilly fussed over, she was satisfied with the outcome.

Síofra's eyes lingered on Andi a beat longer. Not that Serge didn't strike a fetching picture. He most certainly did, but not to one with her proclivities. No, to her he was just a handsome bloke in a suit. While Andi... Well... Plus she was a tough broad. And Síofra respected that. Especially in this day and age! But, of course, she would have in any day and age. Strong women were simply attractive to her. Aaaaand then there was Jack. Síofra often wondered if she could have ended up like Jack, had she stayed with TVP long enough. But right now she didn't have time enough to ponder that particular possibility or reminisce about the job she'd done with Andi that originated the idea about the TVP data mining op as the group was just entering the locale of their meet up. Their contact was already waiting for them and it would appear they'd made the appropriate use of the place if the bowls of consumed food were any indication. The tech seated herself beside the others not really bothering to introduce herself. If these people had contacted them for a job, they knew well enough who they were. Instead she just let Serge do the talking and flagged a waiter.

"Better order something or we'll stand out like a sore thumb." She spoke quietly as if to herself.
Inspiration was hard to come by the day after an onset of weird heart palpitations -_- *blames her womanhood for those*
Viscountess Hailsham was not satisfied to say the least by the interruption of her business with Ellen, but still Elle had managed to leave without the usual conclusion of their negotiations and with the information she was after in hand, so to speak. That meant of course she'd had to pay the Viscountess her usual monetary fee and had left her a very sour lady. Something El actively tried to avoid when dealing with nobility. Most were sour by default, to do something to further that natural state spelled unpleasantness all round.

Still even the Viscountess could not begrudge Elle a summons from Baron Thomas Carnock and had reluctantly agreed to not hold this incident against her. Thus, information in hand El made her way back home where she took the time to clue her father in on what she'd found out from Viscountess Hailsham, as well as about the summons from the Baron. The two of them had a very pleasant discussion, speculating on the prospects for both jobs. The Earl had been very intrigued and somewhat saddened that he could no longer accompany his daughter out on the field since his advancing age, coupled with his usually frail disposition had permanently sequestered him to the confines of their family home.

Richard had sent his little girl off to her next adventure with a tight hug and a mist of tears covering his eyes. As the car rushed by the landscape and her eyes flickered over it fleetingly Elle remembered the scene with a mixture of sadness and warmth. Her dad was her best friend in the whole world and for many years the two of them had been partners in crime, for lack of a better term. Now it was up to her to carry the family mantle and do right by lost or misplaced artifacts and go bravely forth in the search of ancient lost or forgotten civilizations! El let her mind wonder as Preston Jr was driving her toward her destination. The son of their family butler knew better than to interrupt his lady when she was deep in thought, so when a soft clearing of the throat disturbed her ears, Elle knew it was not unwarranted.

"We're a minute out, milady." Preston Jr announced in a subdued voice. He was nearly Elle's age and the two of them had grown up together as close friends but when Jr was near her in his official capacity he insisted on maintaining that irritating servant/master distance. Elle had tried time and again to shake him out of it, but Junior insisted it was a sign of respect towards her and what she'd accomplished more than her lineage, of which they both knew well, she had none. Of course to that she would often, when in the mood to argue, counter Jr's own accomplishments in finance and business administration, but the man would not budge.

Elle sighed softly, for once not in the mood to argue with Preston's weird butler sensibilities. "Thanks for the ride, Pres." The Countess said hastily attempting to open the door of the car and exit before Jr had the time to get out himself and open it for her, but of course she was too late and found herself face to face with the smirking Preston Jr offering her his hand. "Oh, fine, you weird man!" Elle grumbled and allowed him to extricate her from the coupe of the car. Preston winked at her, surely allowing himself such liberties as they were the only two people to stand in the spacious driveway of the Baron's manor. He handed her the duffle bag she used for her travels and sent her off towards the front door of the mansion with the words: "Try not to get yourself into too much trouble this time!" El twisted around to shoot back a retort, but he was already inside the car and backing up, grinning. He'll never let me live that one time down, will he! Elle thought as she approached the door.

The cold weather had been completely lost on her. She'd lived through far worse as a child. True, she was wearing her winter leathers, lined with wool and other isolating and warming fabrics, but she still showed a blatant disregard for the biting wind with her open collar and easy grin as a stately servant opened the door and ushered her inside the manor. "Good evening, Lady Pelham, the Baron is expecting you. Most of your companions have already arrived. I am Bertram, the Baron's head butler, may I escort you to where the others await?"

Elle's grin got even wider. Must be a butler thing. She thought, remembering Junior's insistence of interacting with her a certain way when in official capacity. "Lead the way, my good man!" El nodded to the butler in a jolly manner. Her eyes only briefly scanned the interior of the mansion. Growing up as the Earl's daughter she'd quickly become desensitized with the posh and glam of England's high society. She cared little for the pomp that came with being nobility and only bore it for the sake of her dad, who'd saved her from a life of misery. As soon as she was lead in to the extravagant banquet hall, she noticed a couple of familiar faces. Seeing Alcander there was a pleasant surprise, but not much of a surprise. If the Baron had summoned her it wasn't a great leap to make that he would seek out other specialists with the same area of expertise. A more... well... pleasant was not the word she'd use when faced with the presence of Lysandra von Brennenburg, since the two of them had this friendly rivals/rivaling friends vibe going on... So a more intriguing surprise was seeing Lady Brennenburg, seated among the gathered in the hall.

El nodded at Al, tossing a wink in his direction, while accosting the Lady Brennenburg. "Why, Lys, fancy meeting you here!" Elle grinned roguishly.
Sorry, guys, I've been feeling under the weather all day and couldn't post like I wanted to. I'll try for tomorrow, but I don't want to promise something I can't deliver. I'll see how I feel when I get up for work and go from there >.<
I'll have my post up today after work *nodnods*
@Guardian Angel Haruki Forgot to ask... Do I round up or down for the bolts if it's uneven number?

19 on that Insight.
@Guardian Angel Haruki Can Safira tell if Barney and Brett were a little bit too eager to dish out that info about the loot in the tent?

Also, do I get half of my crossbow bolts after a fight, like it is with arrows?
Safira stared at Barney and Bret for a moment, fascinated by the brigands' one track mind. "Bandits." She muttered under her breath shaking her head and pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation.

"I'm not after your booty, you lowlifes!" She growled at the tied men resignedly. "Callie. I want to know why you had her? What were you going to do with her? What's Warren's play in all of this?" The huntress glanced at the little girl and Warren just as the blindfolded man with the orb-eye was leading them a few feet away from the greased area and cutting Warren free. Safira looked around the quiet forest now that the whizzing of crossbow bolts and the slicing of blades had subsided and remembered why she was travelling and what her original purpose was. She glanced down at the bandits. They were probably holed up within the forest for a while now. Maybe they know something or had noticed something. Doesn't hurt to ask them. The huntress thought. "Also... How long have you been inside this forest? Did you notice anything unusual. Or did you just waylay as much people for their earthly possessions as you could?!" Safira scoffed at Barney and Brett, looking at them expectantly.

@Guardian Angel Haruki
@rush99999 Shaedra and Safira helped.
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