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In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

I had to remember if I was concealment team or not.

Concealment team best team

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

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Imogen accepted the black briefcase with a raised eyebrow, but she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Before she could respond Soraya was already off. She glanced at Sam with a shrug and started to follow.

Then she heard the radio followed by gunfire.

Imogen knew this job would have her nearby guns. She wasn't anti-gun. Growing up where she did she wasn't surrounded by weapons unless it was a prized rifle hanging up on the wall of her family home next to the head of some animal the rifle was used on. Or at the occasional garden party where clay pigeons were shot for fun.

In her experience, weapons were a necessary evil. After all, the "bad guys" didn't abide by any law dictating if they could have a weapon or not, so it was up to "good people" to know what to do and how to do it.

She had only ever fired a gun once back when she was 15 years old. She still remembers the tingling sensation after she did so, the warmth in her body, a primoridal mixture of fear and excitement.

However, she could do her job and do it easily without the need for violence. Threats? Sure. But she never needed to get her hands bloody. Not until this job landed in her lap.

"I imagine our reporters do not wish to be shot at also, so likely the gunfire will hold them in place until we find them." She looked over to the doctor, waiting to see how they would go about finding them in an active warzone.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

I will be posting tomorrow. Work got crazy busy

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

@Terrans

As of right now, I do not. So go ahead and appease the RNG gods

Shadowrun (6e): Shadows of Dead Gods

You know what? I'll throw my hat in the ring. I like Shadowrun.

I am familiar only as I have played the three video games, I've never done it in an RP setting.

〖 𝚁 𝙾 𝙶 𝚄 𝙴 𝚁 𝙾 𝚆 〗⌠ The Fall from Disgrace ⌡⌠ British Espionage / Crime RP⌡

Yeah at this point, consider me dead. I just don't have the desire or engery for this RP anymore. I apologize.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: Feasting Hall
Grimoire: N/A
Skills: N/A
Current Outfit

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Cassie was getting really tired of the twins. Nick wasn't as bad at the moment, but Barty was proving to be a nuisance. She certainly hadn't invited either of them to sit here and yet they seemed to want to be elsewhere. "Bold of you to assume I planned on eating the beef wellington dish. And you know what they say about assuming. But then again, you would know more than I on being an ass." At that, she planned to ignore the both of them for the time being.

Her attention was soon drawn to Dysphoria. While Cassie had only seen them in passing, their presence was...uncertain. Cassie had never seen something like Dyphoria before, but she chalked it up to this whole thing being new. After all, she was in a school with moving furniture and books that made you go insane.

"Oh uh....sure! Yeah you can definitely come! The more the merrier!" Cassie stared briefly at said tendrils, wondering how one would massage them, but that was something future Cassie could deal with.

Willow began eating, but soon froze in place. Cassie had a sense of deja vu, without the book or the screaming, but Willow looked stricken with something. "Willow, you okay?" Cassie looked around, seeing if anyone else was having a reaction to their meal. Whatever it was, Cassie would not be eating it if it was causing this much hassle.

And as if this meal time didn't need more weirdness, the door flew open with a swirl of wind as some birds flew in. They flew around and landed on Rohan. Gven what Cassie knew about him (which was, admittedly, not much at all), this sort of made sense. "Okay, Rohan is a Disney princess. Didn't have that on my bingo card."

Graveyard Orbit

Lilith of Oberron

Character Description

Name: Lilith of Oberron, or Lilith
Species: Kiellar
Sex: Female
Age: 26
Reason for being on the ship: Blamed for the spaceship crash that killed thousands of people
Appearance:

Character Image

Strengths and Weaknesses

Skills:

• Precognition - Lilith can get glimpses into the future. They can be immediate events or can happen years after she sees them.
• Aura Reading - Lilith can read other people's auras as different colors, allowing her to understand what someone is feeling.
• Stealth - Lilith can be very sneaky and remain unseen.
  
  Weaknesses:
• Uncontrollable Power - Lilith's precognition is not something she can control. She cannot pull visions from nothing. They happen randomly, and she blurts out the vision when she is in her trance-like state.
• Distrusting - Lilith is slow to trust people and warm up to anyone. Those she considers friends or allies have earned that right.
• Sticky Fingers - Lilith is not afraid to take what is not her's.

Background:

Lilith was born with a unique gift. A blessing some said. A miracle others cried. But to Lilith it will always be a curse.

Lilith did not make friends easily. Who wanted to call the "weird girl" a friend when she would blurt out randomly that someone would be struck by a vehicle or that one of her neighbors' homes would be burned down. All of them came true and she was considered a pariah. Bad luck followed Lilith. It brought shame to her family who wanted to seize the potential of the gift for their own benefit. In an act of defiance, Lilith ran away from home, or rather from a place more akin to prison than home.

Resorting to fend for herself, Lilith had to steal to get what she needed, be it food or water or a place to sleep. Quick and wily for her age she outran authorities, but ended up having nowhere she could settle down.

Lilith's power still came into play. She could sense how people felt and play on that when she would beg or steal. A mother's sadness opened many doors. Lilith found few people she got along with, short-term allies to help her out of a jam or give her some work. As she got older, she learned more and grew in her abilities.

Eventually, all good things come to an end when Lilith was hit with a vision of a spacecraft crashing into a planet, resulting in the deaths of over a thousand people. She was overheard by some others, but they paid the weird woman no mind.

Until the spacecraft hit.

Blame was quickly put on Lilith's shoulders and, despite her best efforts, was rounded up and caught, sentenced, and locked away to parts unknown. No amount of explanation was needed. To some, she was a murderer. To others, a hero.

Either way, she was royally screwed.

Avengers Academy: X of Swords ⚔️

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: None
First Day Fit: Plum Top, Black Fluffy Jacket with Gold Embellishments, Dark Blue Jeans, Dark Purple Boots

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Sabine was incredibly thankful Leah didn't rush over to help or check in on her. As odd as it was, sometimes a person just needed a moment alone, but knowing Leah was there just in case was enough. She had managed to calm herself down. In doing so, her mind raced around, back to where it usually went when she needed to bring her back up to speed.

Back to her mother.

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One benefit to Sabine's powers was that her own memories were often pretty easy to recall. One such memory had her sitting on her bed as he mother brushed her hair. She was very young at the time, but Sabine could almost pinpoint all the details. Her tear-stained face, her mother singing a song in French softly as she stroked her hair with her favorite red hairbrush, the gentle rain hitting her bedroom window.

"Maman, c'est quoi cette chanson?"

"It is a song sung to little girls to make them smile."

"Ça ne marche pas..."

"English, my darling, you need the practice."

"I'm sorry about..."

Her mother gently shushed her, all pain of recent memories long since forgiven. "It is all right."

Sabine didn't know it then, but she could tell now how distracted her mother seemed. Present in the moment, but her mind elsewhere. Sabine felt her anxiety well up in the moment, recalling what had caused her so much sadness. A tense moment in school.

Sabine could feel her mother lean forward, putting her lips on Sabine's head and kissing her softly. "You are my little fairy. Soon, you may need to fly on your own."

Sabine's mother had said that to her before, but Sabine never understood why.

Not until her mother was gone shortly after.

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Sabine shook it off, wiping the tear that fell as she stood up and made her way back over to Leah. "Hey, all good now. Should we check on the others? If Dorian's any indication, they may still be reeling from before."

Translations

Maman, c'est quoi cette chanson? - Mama, what is this song?

Ça ne marche pas... - It's not working....

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Location: Margaret Carter - Winter Carnival
Magic Items: None
First Day Fit: Twisted School Girl

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Millicent was able to step swiftly away from the girls, leaving them to their own devices. Hopefully, they would listen and support the hockey team, but she would not hold her breath. She turned and made her way past some more booths. As she did so, a glint caught her eye. She turned to see the fortune-telling tent. Inside, something was glowing. And Millicent loved shiny things.

She walked forward, noting the sign in front of it. "That sign won't stop me because I can't read!" she said jokingly. She looked to see if anyone was watching her before she opened up the tent and stepped through.

If you gave Millicent 20 guesses, she would never have landed on what she saw. Instead of felt or tarp or anything tent-like on the ground, it was a sheet of ice. What further caught her attention was not her own reflection off the surface, but rather another young woman with short blonde hair. The ice itself was seemingly cracking open, and the light she saw was coming from the fractures.

Millicent remembered the warning of the weird shit that happened at this school and pulled out her phone, bringing up Danni and Dorian in a group text.

@Danni, @Dorian

-hey fam

-something weird happening @ fortune teller tent

-rando girl encased in ice, slowly breaking

-this shit usual for you or should i be worried?

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

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Imogen did not need Dr. Mansour to tell her how to do her job. The fact Dr. Mansour felt it necessary to interject herself in her role made the vein in Imogen's temple pulse ever so slightly. However, Imogen was great at her job and that often meant she had to play nicely with others, especially those who did not deserve her kindness or patience. "Yes, I believe I can easily draft up information on our journalists. I've been doing this for many years Dr. Mansour." The implication being 'keep to your job, and I'll keep to mine'.

Imogen turned and made her way to her general work area. It wasn't so much an office as it was a place she could keep her head down, away from some distractions, while she made some calls and did some digging. She had promised, after all, to not use the full amount of money allocated to her. She would do well to fulfill her promise.

Once she felt she was safely away from some prying eyes she pulled out her phone and dialed. It rang three times (standard) before it hung up. Then she dialed the number again. This time, it didn't even ring before she heard the voice on the other end. "I thought you were with the big guns now." A lilt of an Irish accent playing on his tongue, Samuel Brioney always made it seem like he was inconvenienced whenever he spoke. Which was likely true as he was a busy man. On the outside he appeared to be an IT specialist hired out to companies that needed updated security or to system check safety measures. In reality, he was a dangerous hacker who had his hand in many pies. The two of them met by chance when he showed up to her place of employment to do 'security checks'. This struck Imogen as odd as they had just had a security check last week. So she followed him and found him attempting to hack into their servers.

Instead of turning him in, they struck a deal. They have been friends ever since.

"Sounds like you miss me," she joked.

"In the way a cancer survivor misses their cancer."

"Some say that's a symbiotic relationship. Some even admit to missing it because it made them feel important."

"Are you seriously suggesting cancer survivors miss their deadly disease?"

"I am saying they feel something is lost when it goes into remission. They may not want it back, but it takes them some time to get used to the new normal."

"Aye, that it be. So I take it this isn't a personal call."

"It isn't. I am in need of some information. Three members of a news team who are privvy to some information we don't want getting out. I need any and all information you have on them."

"And I take it you don't want their recent vacation photos."

"If those photos show them doing naughty things then I wouldn't mind, but you know this already."

"Aye, that I do. How soon do you need it?"

"Yesterday."

"You are a harsh mistress."

"So says you and every gent I have been with. And even some ladies."

"Don't kiss and tell."

"Buy me a drink first. I still won't spill, but at least I'll be drunk."

"Send me the names and I'll see what I can do."

She quickly sent off the names of the three individuals as she prepared for the trip.

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Sitting with Dr. Mansour, she had the information on hand. She didn't necessarily want to disclose it all to her in that moment. "I did. After all, I said I am good at my job. Have it all here." She said highlighting some files she had with her. In it, there were detailed accounts of each person. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to disclosing it all (you never knew how useful blackmail information could be for later).

"Our three individuals have been rather busy outside of work hours. While I'd like to not disclose anything as of yet, I am confident we will not need to follow through with elimination. The only tricky one was the blonde intern, Whitney. Surprisingly not a lot of social media activity from her, but I found something anyway."

Imogen had a hint of a smile, knowing that she did her job well. Well enough to be safe from critique, hopefully. She might have stepped on a few toes, but if she did her job right, no one would be any wiser.