Phantomlink959

Atypicals Anonymous

I'd like to suggest you change out the phone number you wrote for a 555 number, as that's an area code somewhat designated for fictitious use.

Atypicals Anonymous (Not your average A.A. meeting)

I was reading the description for the setting, already mulling over what character I might use saw "an up and coming local politician who is wrestling with the morality of his mind-control powers"....

and immediately tossed the one I had been considering using in the bin because other than being a politician that's pretty much exactly his thing.

That said I'd totally be up for it if you still have room. My other RP right now is pretty action oriented so something more interpersonal based would be nice.

Ultralight

Due to lack of activity and gradual loss of interest, I'm afraid I'm going to have to back out. Sorry if me leaving screws anything up for you guys, i just don't think i'll have the motivation to start writing again if/when things get moving again.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@Searat

Argus

Argus rushed forward once he knew Richard was ready, Try not to destroy it completely, I can ue this one to track the others -and their master." the Djinn requested, taking an offensive stance once he was within range of the zombie, And keep your eyes peeled

Rost

@Blueflame@LightningMaiden
"As you wish, Amaya." the scribe gave his respectful acknowledgement, "If you would like, I could tutor you between missions. Mason, as well. I was a college professor for 12 years you know. archaeology. Have you ever seen the bones of a dragon?" he added curiously,

Rost fired the engine in the car, and rather than the sputtering one would expect from such an outdated model, the engine came to life with a gentle hum. "Indeed, there would be a short handover period where our agents work together to confirm the nature of the incident and our notes would be passed along, and then we would remove ourselves and allow the MIB to take over."

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

Argus

@Searat
"Maybe they're trying to kickstart an apocalypse but want to start small, try to avoid notice?" Argus suggested, "Let's just try to keep a level head for now." The Djinn tensed up as the stench of corruption and decay suddenly intensified, and he felt Richard tap on his shoulder. Turning slowly, the senior agent followed Richard's gaze and locked his eyes into the undead, "Yep, that's a shambler if ever I've seen one." Argus' fingertips ignited and the fire spread slowly up them, peeling away his human form to reveal the Djinn claws beneath. The red haired man flexed his hands, signaling a trickle of orange and red flames to take form around the sharp bone protruding from his fingertips.

Rost

@Blueflame@LightningMaiden
"Well, Miss Yashika, I would advise you grow accustomed to motor vehicles promptly. They are essential in our line of work, for reasons you will soon understand." Rost dismissed, climbing into the driver's seat and closing the door behind him. "We will be starting with the child's family. As far as they are concerned, we are federal investigators who have been summoned to assist in the investigation. We tell them that cover, get the information we need, then neuralyze them on the way out; make them forget we were ever here."

The scribe had forgotten, briefly, that his associate had not yet received any training, "Now, Young Mason. We are alone on this mission, as with every other. We answer to no government agency domestic or otherwise. We have direct ties to only one other organization, the Men In Black; think of us as two sides of the same coin. The MIB deal with the extraterrestrial. We, the supernatural."

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@LightningMaiden@KatherinWinter@Searat@Blueflame

Heads up I'll be indisposed all day tomorrow.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@Searat I'm going to wait for @Blueflame to post as well, so I can cover my next posts for Argus and Rost at the same time.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@Blueflame@lightningmaiden

"Missing child case, believed to have been abducted by a witch." Rost reiterated, quoting the case file,
"Reasons why are impossible to say. There's too many variables, too many possible motives. We should focus on the how and where rather than the why, just for the time being." he explained as he lead Amaya and Mason towards his car. Given how pressing this matter was, the scribe elected to worry about updating Mason's seal later. "We shall be following protocol properly for this mission, you two. You are not to use any supernatural abilities without my express permission; unless loss of life is imminent or civilians are in danger. If anyone sees your powers, round them up and flash their memory immediately; there's neuralyzers in the car.

Rost's car was about as far as one could expect from the vehicle of a secret agent in his line of work. The best word for it would be, in short underwhelming; a dark blue Oldsmobile Custom Cruiser with wood-grain paneling and black, faux-leather seats. Superficially, the only thing out of the ordinary was that a wall of bullet proof glass had been installed, dividing the front and rear seats entirely.
"I'm afraid the two of you will have to squeeze into the front with me. The rear is not currently functional."

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@Searat

Now standing on Richard's shoulders, the Djinn rested his hands against the top of the grave marker for balance and began to survey the area. "Let's see. Old flowers, some graves in desperate need of repair... weeds." as Argus continued to list off his observations, his voice become increasingly nervous, "There's no circle here." he let out an audible sigh,, "Alright Rich, you can put me down. This is definitely worst case scenario. No ritual circle, that can only mean one thing; a necromancer powerful and experienced enough to raise the dead without one. We're either dealing with a Lich, or somebody pretty god damned close to becoming one."

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@Searat
"Think of it this way, we get to protect the public, AND make sure the sick bastard doesn't do it again." The Djinn stated matter-of-factly before letting out a fake sigh, "Fine, we can do it the safe and logical way." he agreed, waiting for Richard to give him the boost, "By the way, I'm not actually as heavy as I look. Biologically speaking I have more in common with an oil lamp than with a human." Argus swallowed his cigrette whole rather than spit it out, clearly an effort to avoid sullying the graveyard any further.

"Gods, I hope there's a circle here." the red haired djinn already suspected this wasn't a normal necromancer, something just felt fundamentally wrong about the whole situation. If the necromancer had used a proper ritual, this would be easy, just some idiot with too much free time. But if they hadn't prepared a circle, it was definitely the worst case scenario.