Panic

The Destined (Soulmate RP)

Here but definitely looking for some more consistent GM interaction and communication.

The Sunday Group

Fiona let out a soft snort as Kennedy pulled out her laptop, typing away like some kind of secretary. She didn’t know where Ellie had found this chick, but damn, she was a try hard. Fiona wasn’t one for notes or the traditional detective work, she trusted her ability to read people. The young woman took a long sip out of the bitter coffee she had poured from the office’s small kitchen. Her nose scrunched up a bit at the burnt taste, wishing she had brought some from Rosie’s instead.

Her attention was quickly drawn to the front of the room as the briefing began. Ellie’s voice continued in the background as Fiona closely examined the client, watching closely as her face gave everything away. She was obviously fully convinced that Cassie was a victim of foul play, and visibly tired of being told otherwise. But just because she was convinced didn’t necessarily mean it was true. If Ellie took the case though, and had actually found signs of T syndrome during the autopsy, then Fiona was inclined to also believe something fishy was going on.

One by one many of the others in the room spoke up, talking about possible motives and leads. Fiona’s fingers tapped lightly against the table, a bad habit she had picked up when she was deep in thought. She had all but written off the boyfriend as a suspect. No, it was the group of odd friends that had intrigued her. Sounded like a possible cult or coven that Cassie had gotten tied up in the middle of. But groups like that were hard to get talking. They would be covering for one another, and distrustful of any outsiders. Fiona was certain if they all went up asking questions, they’d spook the group and lose any chance of solving the case. Fiona was considering the possibility of infiltrating the group and seeing if she could play their next naive victim to see what they were really up to. She was getting ahead of herself though.

“Talking strangely? How so?” Fiona inquired.

“It’s hard to explain. But it was at all hours, random times she shouldn’t have been calling and absolute nonsense. Oh! I think I have a couple of messages she had left for me...hold on let me see,” Madeline said, starting to dig through her bag. She pulled out her phone, and after a moment of messing with it, started playing a message out loud for the group.

“Maddy! Mad mad mad mad Maddy! A sound you heard wants to set things right as gasoline sees the sun. You have to hurry though, the clock ticks for only Gods. Just remeber for me my dear Maddy, the sky is not yet ready to die! ”
The young woman who spoke on the phone sounded manic and talked quickly but oddly cheerful.

Madeline pressed a few more buttons, starting up the second message.

“Clock….block….aftershock…..long-gone swan song is a swan song long-gone. ”
This message was much shorter and the girl on the phone seemed deflated. Her voice was low and slow, as if trying hard to recall something.

The third message she played was just the sound of heavy breathing, a quick nervous laugh, and then an abrupt hang up after some shuffling around.

The Sunday Group

@ihinka

Ah you're right! That's my bad! Okay, well I'm definitely going to take some liberties with my post, so if my post goes to far please let me know and I'll be more than happy to edit!

The Sunday Group

Just curious, is it okay for us to make up clues about the case or should we ask you about specific information? For example, in the post I'm working on, I wanted to see if there were any messages left by the sister they could listen to. Is it okay for me to assume there were and what the messages sounded like or should we run stuff like that by you first?

Trial by Hell-fire (Panic x Fisticuffs)

If you want to jump ahead to the road, that's fine too. It might be easier to develop your character with some action instead of talking?

Trial by Hell-fire (Panic x Fisticuffs)

Rose didn’t bother looking up at the sickly sweet introductions of Edouard, not in the mood to play hostess. Her partner Samson, however, wasn’t nearly as prickly, offering a hand to the two men. “Sure thing, help yourself. Once the others catch wind that food is ready, you’ll be lucky to get any,” he joked as he passed over two of the ugly packets. Rose offered them cups of bad instant coffee as well.

“Do you trust your intel?” she asked harshly, cutting straight to the chase.

Samson tskd at her, his lips pursed. “Come on now Rose, we can talk shop later. We have a long enough walk ahead of us tomorrow. This is Private Rose Lehman, one of the best damn medics I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. She’s not always so rude,” he said, now addressing the other two. “I’m Private Samson Reddington, infantryman. I’ve never seen such an unusual makeup of people before,” he started, motioning to the other partisans. “Normally you get one or two different groups together, but your lot,” he said with a dramatic whistle for flair, “that’s something else.

Rose, picking up an MRE and coffee, stood up abruptly, not in the mood to make idle chit chat. She had no interest in getting to know anyone at the moment. No, she had to deal with Josh before it got taken any further. That was the second time today Connor had to stand up for her. Any more, and there was no doubt she’d be seen as even weaker by her squad than already. She already had her gender fighting against her, she wasn’t going to let some prick intimidate her.

Samson gave her a questioning look, but she didn’t give him a chance to talk her out of it. She quickly left the cabin to find Pittman who was still probably looking for a transmission signal. The young woman wasn’t surprised to find him leaned up against the side, smoking and staring up at the sky. Based on the amount of butts littered around him, he had been there for a while. She quickly placed the food down by him which he payed no mind to. She watched as his jaw clenched in anger, and his breathing deepen.

“I know I fucked up. I know it should have been me who lost their throat today…” Rose finally said, her arms defensively crossing in front of her.

“Go...away….” Josh gritted through his teeth.

“No. Not until I finish saying what I have to say…” she spat back. In an instant, Josh leaped up at her, knocking over the food and coffee. His hands wrapped tightly around her neck as he swung her around, and pushed her hard up against the cabin wall. Rose’s hands went to grasp around his wrist, but he was to strong.

“You just couldn’t leave her alone could you!” he started to scream. Rose had only been half heartedly fighting back, mostly to just keep breathing. But part of her had felt she deserved whatever Josh was going to do to her. But yelling was putting everyone else in danger. She already killed one person today, she wasn’t going to get everyone else hurt. She slammed her knee hard up against Josh who quickly let go of her as he grasped himself in pain. Rose bent over coughing hard as she tried to gasp for air.

“No I couldn’t leave her… she looked hurt. She was hurt…” she said painfully in between wheezing breaths. “I was doing my job…”

“Just fucking go you bitch…” Josh said glaring at her, still obviously in pain.

“I killed him. I know that. I’ll live with that. But you don’t get to bully me because he was your friend,” she said defiantly. She didn’t want to be afraid of him, but she was also looking for a fight, punishment for killing Vincent. Part of her knew she was riling him up again. He didn’t take the bait though, choosing instead to send an icy glare her way, before pulling out another cigarette and sliding back down to where he had been sitting previously.

Trial by Hell-fire (Panic x Fisticuffs)

Sorry I just saw this! I'm still busy catching up while trying to stay on my study schedule, so not a problem at all!

The Sunday Group

Sorry about the delay! I'm working on this post and a handful of others, but with my test only a week away, my posting schedule will probably be a bit more scarce than I'd like. I should have something up by Saturday at the absolute latest though!

The Sunday Group

[quote=@ihinka]
@jasonwolf Could be I just meant he gives off this roguish vibe to me... sort of Space Dandy/Vash the Stampede mix.

I honestly read this as Space Daddy and didn't even bat an eyelash. Like yeah, that makes sense haha

I kind of figured Fiona was going to be more of a gray moral/ chaotic neutral kind of role. I imagine she'd have no problem bending any moral obligations I figure the others are going to quarrel with, which will probably put her in less than ideal situations. I also kind of figured she had been in the group for a couple of years, but I honestly hadn't given it much thought.

The Trick to Magic

Lola followed quickly behind the others. It took her a second to gain back feeling in her leg that wasn’t pins and needles. When she finally felt like she could walk without looking like a newborn fawn, she continued with the others, noticing two of the members lagging behind. She earnestly hoped they weren’t planning anything hostile. After all, it sounded like there wasn’t any reason they couldn’t leave. But the more Lola thought about it, the more she was having trouble remembering the reasons why she or anyone else would want to. Every problem, every issue in her life was about to be solved. And true, maybe solved by those who caused it, but hey, the ends justify the means...right?

The young woman could smell something amazing. It took her a long time to realize it was the food. Where modern restaurants and eateries always had food-like fraguanes, nothing quite captures it like the feast laid out before them. Without heading the Gardina’s orders, Lola started pulling a bit of everything onto her plate. She had never had non-synthetic food before, but if it tasted half as good as it smelled, she couldn’t wait.

She watched some of the others begin to introduce themselves to one another, but before she could jump in, they were busy in conversation. Never one to draw attention to herself anymore, Lola was content with eating and just watching the others. But at the mention of flying, her imagination was already taking hold, and Lola found herself busy lost in another daydream.

Plants. That was going to be her element. The young woman imagined as many of the plants as she could recall from the few trips her school had taken to a garden. Ivy and vines could help her fly. Well not fly as much as trapeze, but definitely the sensation of flying. She could imagine it now, the feel of air and rush as she floated above everyone and everything. Yes, plants suited Lola just fine.

Lola found herself getting much fuller on the real food then she ever did with the synthetic stuff. But it was a good kind of full. The food didn’t just sit in her stomach, sloshing around, but seemed to literally fill her up. It was the first time she had felt anything like it, and found herself smiling for the second time that day. New sensations, ones that she had never even imagined. The world seemed so much more open and full of possibilities. After having been so bitter for so long, the chips and weight Lola had been carrying around were finally leaving.

“Can you tell us a bit more about your father?” Lola finally asked when there was a lull in most of the conversations. “You keep calling him... a “visionary” was it? Have we heard of him before? Maybe of his work?”