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In The Runes 9 hrs ago Forum: Free Roleplay
A moment earlier, Clifton had reluctantly left Mitch to her own devices when he received a short message in his earpiece. Silvarae had gone into one of the fugue states he'd noticed in her file.

He could tell keeping track of this group was going to be like herding cats. Not just cats. Cats and disobedient dogs who were chasing the cats.

Fortunately he knew how to handle the situation.
With a brisk stride, he headed outside to the gates.

"Miss Silvarae," he said as he approached, his voice taking on a more authoritative tone than any of the Rune bearers would have heard before. He felt he needed to infuse the proper amount of authority to make it clear this was an order: "Return to the meeting room, have a seat, take some refreshments, and -- oh. Interesting."

His voice dropped its firmness and he resumed his usual good natured smiling. The look in the young woman's eye was not one of a girl in a trance. Maeve had just released a hand on her shoulder. Then the theory seemed to work in action.

His advice still stood, so he simply picked up where he left off, but with his usual cordial address, "And if they've already gone in to train, you're welcome to join them. I can catch you up on anything you might have missed."

Clifton turned to give a meaningful look at Madison. He would very much like to discuss the details of what had just transpored--but not in front of Silvarae and Maeve. "Mr. Lovette," he greeted simply instead. "I trust you'll be joining us to introduce yourself to the others?"
In The Runes 4 days ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Clifton showed the first sign of being off-put when Kana called him a serial killer. She just wouldn't drop the murder thing, would she?

That was demeaning. He would never kill for pleasure.
Serial killers were despicable.
Killing without being paid for it.
How base.

He recovered his cool, externally anyway, though he felt himself breaking into a cold sweat just watching Kana sweep her serpentine tongue over Mitch's face. Mitch had so confidently dismissed him that he didn't intervene, merely taking half a pace back toward the room where the rune bearers waited. But he couldn't just leave if the girl might actually try to devour her. "I will be certaim to save you one, Miss Ingram." And he gave her one last questioning look to make sure she was still confident she had this thing under control.
In The Runes 4 days ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Clifton made sure they had made it some distance from the rune bearers before he allowed them to stop. He didn't flinch at the sight of Kana's rows of fangs, merely raising an eyebrow. He'd seen stranger things. It seemed that now should be the moment that his cordial demeanor would vanish, with the pretenses dropping and all that. But apparently the politeness wasn't a pretense at all, because it didn't go away.

Clifton's lips twitched at Kana's implication that he smelled like cleaning products. It was just hand sanitizer. (Or...maybe she caught a whiff of that bleach from yesterday?) Then again, he knew she wasn't wrong about the clean freak bit, and... to be honest, she was only a stone's through away on the mass murderer thing.

He elaborated on none of this.

"Cleanliness is next to godliness, they say," said Clifton simply. He did not offer a reply to her query about how many people he'd killed.

Rather personal question, that.

"I have no intention to incite violence, Miss Kana, if that is indeed your name. But now may be the prudent time to ask who you are and what you are doing here, as well as to request an explanation of precisely what you are, if you'll forgive the rather coarse inquiry."
In The Runes 4 days ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Careful. Cool to the touch. If she meant them immediate harm, she was hiding it well. But then why was she here? Because if she was a spy of some kind, she was perhaps the worst one he had ever met. He gathered from the runes' comments that she had entered through the window. What kind of spy would choose such a flimsy and easily disproven cover as 'I'm a rune'?

"How rude of me. Clifton is the name."

He made no visual response to the voice in his ear, as though he didn't hear it at all, but his actions proved he read Mitch loud and clear. He had been here long enough to know that when Mitch made a suggestion, you wanted to follow that advice.

Clifton feigned relief at Kana's explanation, which he wouldn't have bought even without the bluetooth in his ear. He was no entry-level flunky. He knew who his superiors were.
"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Kana. My apologies. I wasn't made aware of such an exercise."

He could see what Silvarae was doing as she positioned herself. He made eye contact with her and turned his head ever so slightly. No, implied the subtle, momentary narrowing twitch of his eyes. Don't engage. He had a similar subtle look for Oren, whose hostile interrogation, though not at all off-point, was lowering the temperature of the room to uncomfortable degrees, and he needed this Kana Cerulean comfortable.

Snakes, suggested Volkir. Perhaps he was onto something, there, if in no other way than in the metaphor of the snake in the grass.

Clifton addressed the room at large. "Oh, I'm sorry, would you all enjoy the refreshments and each other's company a moment longer?" he asked. "Cut Mr. Moons some slack, Miss Oren. Not all of us have your impressive dedication on the subject! You are correct, of course. Perhaps you can give the others the, ah, spark notes crash course on basic runes. While you're here, Miss Kana, I believe Mr. Jamesons had some documents about the Jotuns near base 5 that he wanted to pass up the chain of command in person. His break begins in a moment, so would you mind taking a detour to his office before we begin here?" He placed a friendly, light hand on Kana's elbow and gestured toward the gaping doorway, taking a step as though to guide her into the hallway. "Mr. Jamesons and his classified information. One can hardly blame him after what happened in Chicago, though, can they?" He laughed, the picture of ease.
In The Runes 5 days ago Forum: Free Roleplay

In The Runes 5 days ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Yeah, ugh, I think I lost the majority of what I actually wrote there.
Everything is the worst. D:
In The Runes 5 days ago Forum: Free Roleplay
Crap. Please hold for character, my stupid internet gave out on me while I was posting and it kicked me back a draft. Let me rewrite.
In The Runes 5 days ago Forum: Free Roleplay
The next arrival breezed into the room wearing a slim fitting Italian suit and a smile like the sun, in that it was bright and that if one looked straight at it for too long, one might get a bit uncomfortable. He carried with him a rather sharp but not unpleasant scent, like he had perhaps just peeled a tangerine, after taking a bath in rubbing alcohol.

"Miss Helena, I suspect that the Uruz rune had something to do with it," said Clifton, deftly relieving her of the topmost precarious object and setting it on the table next to the muffins by way of example (since she looked a bit lost), and so that nobody would have to clean coffee and donuts off the floors. "Don't worry, Miss Amity. Such mishaps are only to be expected at this juncture. A technician will take care of that."

He dusted off his hands to make sure no stray bits of donut powder had found their way onto them. None had. But he dusted just in case.

"Hello, my friends. Good to see you up and about, Mr. Sydnous," he added specifically, feeling a mild sense of obligation to make sure the lad felt welcome...seeing as their other meeting had ended less than cordially. "I hope you're getting settled and aquain--"

He paused abruptly upon spotting the unfamiliar girl.
Clifton's smile remained perfectly cheerful, and to any outside watcher his posture seemed perfectly at ease.

"I don't believe we've met. Care to introduce yourself?"

He took an unthreatening step toward her, one hand in his suitcoat pocket, the other extended for a handshake, ready to learn something about the stranger. One could learn a lot about a person from a handshake. Of course, if Kana took his hand, she'd learn something about Clifton too: He had a perfect handshake. Just the right amount of strength in the clasp to be bracing but not uncomfortable, just the right amount of time held to be personal but not awkwardly intimate, just the right intensity of eye contact to be engaged but not creepy. It was a perfect damn handshake.

...Whatever that said about him.

Clifton's other hand, the hand in the pocket, lay on a concealed pistol.

...Whatever else that said about him.
In The Runes 5 days ago Forum: Free Roleplay
My Blessed up for review.

In The Runes 10 days ago Forum: Free Roleplay

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