Mcmolly

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

Tavi

For all the hype, Tavi was disappointed by the two stiffs that shuffled out into the room. Chips? Really? Well, he supposed the enhanced physical capabilities were nice, and if they could change a few lights on the road for them that would be convenient. Evidently though others were not as content, and he couldn't for the life of him figure out why. The robots would be the first ones to get hit if everything went according to plan, why would anyone complain about an extra shield?

A few others seemed to share Tavi's sentiment, or at least something like it, but despite the issue approaching settlement he felt their time bordered on being wasted.

"This is all well and good," he said, motioning to Silvia and Caden. "They're both very brave, we'll have plenty of time to see that first-hand later, I'm sure. For now though, I believe I heard something about team-assignments and a tour. If I'm not mistaken, time isn't exactly something we have stockpiled, so..."

The Circus Underground

Mister Folly

ABSTRACT: A silver-tongued djinn with a penchant for conversation.

DETAIL: Every time the question arises regarding his origin, Mister Folly spins a new tale. Whether it’s the deepest depths of the ocean, the outer reaches of the unknowable cosmos, or the result of a hiccup in space and time, all his stories share two common traits. They are always extravagant and detailed, and they are always untrue. Mister Folly considers his origins unimportant in relation to who he is and what he does.

In regards to who he is, Mister Folly appears as a tall and lithe man with black eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth that seal together perfectly into a virtually static grin. He is always, always dressed in a fine suit and tie, white and red respectively, with a thin top hat upon his head. He speaks with the suavity of a southern-fried businessman, favoring an elevated diction when speaking to others.

As for what he does, in the end Mister Folly would say he makes deals. Come to him with a wish, and depending on its gravity he will ask for appropriate payment, always given before the wish’s delivery. These payments vary wildly, and could be anything from a favor, to material objects, to displays of raw emotion. What Mister Folly does with these things, no one can say for sure, but upon their delivery he will grant the desired wish. To what effect? He often takes advantage of vagueness, and most clients either end up with more than they can chew, or utterly starved of their original intentions.

In the ring, Mister Folly’s acts largely involve the audience. In exchange for a round of applause or laughter, he makes little wishes like “finding a lost bracelet” or “making grey hair disappear” come true.

HOW DO YOU KNOW DRAGON? Mister Folly met Dragon when one night found himself in the circus’s audience, a thoroughly entertained and intrigued spectator. Signing on afterwards, he’s since come to find the elder Rockjaw’s…brusque personality, as well as the general energy of the circus as a whole, to be a near constant source of entertainment. The added safety doesn’t hurt much either.

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

I think I'm somewhat confused as to what Bothinn's power is. What kinda magic is it? Like what are his capabilities with it and such like?

The Circus Underground

I was wondering if perhaps there may still be room for another application? This looks incredibly interesting!

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

Could send out some PMs, perhaps some of them have work late.

RWBY AU;Heroes of a Different Story (Mission terminated. Wishing you all well.)

So what's this next round?

RWBY AU;Heroes of a Different Story (Mission terminated. Wishing you all well.)

Ah, cool cool.

RWBY AU;Heroes of a Different Story (Mission terminated. Wishing you all well.)

So in the worst case scenario that we don't have the two absent people, any ideas on how to go forward?

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

Already excited! I may be a bit slow later this evening however, gonna be out of the house but I can still check posts on my phone.

The Guardian Angel Project {Revival}

Tavi

By 4:30 Tavi was nearly finished with his daily rituals. He stood in the bathroom of the shabby apartment with his phone in his hands, and a myriad of hair-care tools hovering around his head. He hardly needed to focus on such minute tasks anymore, he'd been doing them for years and by then it was all more or less second nature. He scrolled through a few social media sites, checked his mail, and then set the phone away to finish up the last little touches to his hair.

4:45, ugh, he abhorred waiting. It wasn't the boredom, he had plenty of books to keep him busy, and he rarely went anywhere without a bit of music to brighten the ride, but rather the idea of being held at arm's-length from...whatever it was. What was it, anyway? He hadn't been with the organization too terribly long, but to ship him out to this low-town hostel only to go to some vague meeting concerning his "safety"? It seemed a bit sudden, and the least they could have done was see that the living arrangements were decent. Oh well, at least the beds were soft and the shower had hot water. Everything done, he donned a pair of sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat, then made his way out into the streets. His luggage was set to arrive at the destination later on, but he'd made sure to dress well. With the vibrant complimentary colors and fashionable designs, Tavi looked as if he were heading to a runway, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Despite stopping for coffee along the way and walking at a slow pace, he still arrived about fifteen minutes early. Luckily enough the place was unlocked, and there was even a kindly old woman acting as greeter. He shook her hand and smiled back, then waited around as the rest of the ensemble shambled in and the group was briefed as a whole. Much to his surprise the old woman -a Ms. Nightshade as it turned out- was their Director. Interesting, polite as she seemed he couldn't help but wonder if she was really up to the task, managing a troop of power-users couldn't be easy. Nevertheless, when the speech was over he had no questions, but evidently others did. A brawny-looking redhead asked about their leaders, and Tavi rolled his eyes out of habit. Great, if everyone was this curious it would be hours before he got to set up shop in his room.