Spade

The Fox and The Jaguar

"They say Thailand is a harsh place, steaming hot and unforgiving. It reaches for your throat if you're not careful. I like this place, it reminds me of the desert I grew up in. Dangerous places breed dangerous men, and dangerous men rule the world."

The night was hot, humid, full of life. The busy streets of Phuket were alive with activity as they were every night. The city could barely contain itself with all of the things it had going on, but the center of the action was the S̄nām rāch s̄eụ̄x, the local arena in the village of Chom Thong. Teenagers from the surrounding area converged on the village for a weekend of fights and opportunity. It was the second night, a night of fierce fighting, a night of bloody elbows. Two young men stood in the center of the ring while the sarama played in the back, fighting to drown out the shouts of the crowd. Neither of the young boys wanted to give up the center of the ring, none of them wanted to show weakness. They knew who was watching.

What was once the press box for the arena was now a lounge, and in that lounge was Diego "El Jaguar" Montenegro, wearing an expensive suit tailor made to his form. Diego got up from his seat and clapped approvingly as the crowed roared at the intense fight. Next to him was Renan
Andrade, a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu master and avid bank robber, just the kind of guy Diego attracted. Renan, widely considered Deigo's right hand man was too busy watching two scorpions fight in a glass bowl to notice the impressive knock out in the ring below. The young man in the red corner timed an elbow to the temple of his opponent, making him go limp and collapse on himself.

"I like that kid, I'm gonna make sure he gets some money for that." said Diego, sitting back down as a scantily clad shapely Thai woman poured him another drink and sat on his lap. Renan looked up and scoffed at the sight of Diego.

"A tiger is most vicious when he is hungry, Diego. Besides, shouldn't you be getting ready to recieve our esteemed guest?"

Diego pulled his hand from under the woman's skirt, "What do you think I am doing? I'm gonna shower this guy in so much pussy and gold. This will be like taking candy from a baby. You're gonna like America, my good friend."

The conversation was interrupted by the entrance of the second member of Diego's wild bunch, Bronx native Joelle Acosta, a Dominican-American boxing and wrestling prodigy who reached out to Diego after murdering his step-father. Joelle has spent the last few years at Diego's side embracing the criminal underworld and it's ripe fruit.

"Hey D, I just got confirmation the agent landed just outside of Phuket, here's a picture of her."

The long haired beauty that had been pawing at Diego's zipper yelped as Diego pushed her off his lap, the air was thick with tension as Diego slowly stood up and adjusted the cuffs of his suit. After a moment of reflection, he cleared his throat as the furrowed brow of the Jaguar gave way and a smile spilled over his face.

"Fellas, this just got a hell of a lot more fun for us."

The Fox and The Jaguar - FBI Agent x Merc

"Agent, you've made this bureau your bitch. You walked in here having made it through of the sludge, you start kicking ass and taking heads, whipping everyone into shape. It's not easy what you did, the FBI has never seen anything like it, someone who worked their way up the ladder with such results. Big catch after big catch, you brought em down all over the world on behalf of the United States. Your superiors don't believe it, after all we've seen, a woman would become not only our top agent, but possibly the greatest agent in the history of the FBI. Singapore, France, Budapest, all nasty situations you made it out of. Nothing has proven to be too much for you, so we've decided to cut you in, to really help us get some shit done and put some really bad people out of business. Who are we? All you need to know is we're higher up on the ladder than you, and if you bring us the results we need, you just may join us."

The man in the nice suit drops a file the size of a teenage romance novel, the front reads "Diego Montenegro" and by the looks of it, it's been gone through a few times.

"Ofelia Montenegro was just another Mexican living out in the dirt of High Desert, California. Her and her husband tried for a child five times, all boys, each never making it past a week. When she became pregnant a sixth time, she murdered her husband, cut his heart out and offered it as a sacrifice to Santa Muerte. Low and behold the little fucker survived, so his mom and him run off to the big city. Needless to say the bastard never could stay out of trouble, so one if his teachers suggests kickboxing. Kid takes to it like a duck to water, 4 time Muay Thai boxing Champion before he was even 17. It didn't stop there, he's won titles in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, boxing, wrestling. He couldn't stay out of trouble though so someone gave him the bright idea of enlisting for military service.

Look, we aren't allowed to say much about what he did, but know this, the man is a groomed killer. Read the file, this kid was involved in every major operation during his time there. Now, he's one of the top mercenaries in the world. Him and his associates have built quite the resume across Asia and South America, some parts of Eastern Europe but we're missing a lot of details there. Some of his best work was a bunch of under the table stuff he did for the Thai government. The Jaguar of Bangkok. He's got a lot of friends, he's got a lot of resources. There's even a report in there on a small town in Baja California he pretty much owns. The place is a popular haven for orphans, he and his men train these teenagers to become killers like him. The thing is, he isn't your mark on this one, no, I wouldn't do that to you."

"That's your new partner, darling."

"Give us a minute to explain, we've received word from an incredibly reliable source that Trash Market, a group of hackers we believe to be headquartered in Shanghai have reached out to some naughty people in Russia we've been keeping tabs on for quite some time. They've decided to meet on neutral ground in Bangkok for what we presume to be their first meeting. Trash Market has hit us before and it's possible they may have compromising information on our government, so you need to make sure you find out why these two decided to meet up out of the blue, while also confirming whether or not they have dirt on us. We've managed to reach out to Diego, let him know what's going on and offered to clear his record if he helps you out. He's agreed, you'll be meeting with him tomorrow, we have a plane to Phuket, Thailand ready for you. You two are going to have to work together to fix this, doesn't matter how you do it as long as you're the one we get to say did the good stuff, and we get to blame all the bad stuff on him, and that's because once this whole situation comes to a close..."

"You're gonna put a bullet in him, his team and leave em all in a ditch, or you can bring him in, either way you're getting full recognition."

"So, agent, I take it you're in?"

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Hello and welcome to The Fox and The Jaguar, an idea I've had for a very long time that I'm excited to finally give a go. I am looking for a roleplayer to take part of the female FBI agent who is out of her comfort zone but not intimidated. I have a lot of cool moments and characters in mind for this RP, lots of guns and fist fights, betrayal, maybe even a little romance, so if you're down or have any questions, let me know! Thanks for looking!

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Damien stood quietly as the situation was laid out in front of him, some activity east of the Cosmodrome needed looking into, there were Fallen, plenty of Fallen, of course. That explained what he was there for, no surprise. Hijack a skiff, get to the ketch and blow it all to smithereens, simple enough and the Vanguard had brought together the perfect group of Guardians to make it all happen. Damien shook his head and smiled when the briefing was over, Cayde giving the floor to the fireteam as a few Guardians spoke out. Liara materialized just over his shoulder as silence took over and it was his turn to talk.

"You guys send me to Venus for three months and this happens, nice. I'd say Devils, they've got a stronger lock on that side of the drome and they love scrounging around even the most desolate parts of the place for whatever they can use. House Kings are all about sure things, I'm sure they're not a part of the picture here. You guys are pretty clever, I see what we got going on here. Verstan can hack the pilot servitor once we clear the skiff, Spectre's about the only Guardian in the world crazy enough to pilot one up to the ketch, the rest of us will clear a path to the prime servitor of the ship, Simon's ward about the only thing that can keep all the high ranking Elinski the ketch is holding out of the throne room."

"At least, that's how we'd do this." Liara interjected.

"How'd you guys want us to get this going? It's possible, I know that's a fact, we just got to get the ball rolling, and folks..."

"This is a mighty big ball." Liara finished.

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Loving it so far, will post tonight when I get home!

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Damien remained pretty quiet as the rest of the Guardians reported in, his interaction with Verstand was the first time he had conversed with anyone other than Liara in weeks. Simon arrived and Damien nodded, making eye contact with the Defender, keeping his helmet at his side. Another arrived, a Hunter named Spectre. They had a person in common, Petra Venj of the Queen's Wrath whom they've ran tasks for in the past. This was becoming more and more of an interesting development.

"Doing well sir, would like to figure out whats going on so we can get going, no rest for the wicked and such." he replied, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't trying to make a good first impression with Simon, any Titan would be crazy not to.

The last Guardian, a Warlock by the name of Hadron-12 made his approach, seemingly uncurious by the vagueness of his summons, or why he was with strangers he must have never worked with before. Two Warlocks, one of which was known for his extensive knowledge. Two Titans, one of which was known for his extensive experience, and a Hunter with Sanction Six clearance, known for being a bit of a wild card. A diverse group, leaning towards a specialization in void abilities. Damien looked around himself and thought about how random the team may seem, yet how calculated it really was.

The Sunbreaker's curiosity stirred as every passing second passed, calmly holding his helmet to his side as the setting sun glared off of the blade of his sword. "Zavala's usually not one to keep a Guardian waiting, whatever this is could be serious, you may be right." he spoke to Verstand.

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Damien stood firmly as he stared out into the distance, the vastness of The Last City reaching out into the distance where the walls shot up like mountains. Behind him, hangar workers labored to remove the servitor core from his Kestrel Class AX, a little something for the Tower Archives to study. The servitor core belonged to a Wolf Servitor belonging to a raiding party made up of remnants of the Fallen House of Wolves, Damien had been tracking them throughout the expanse caves of Venus for a while and determined it was the oldest and possessed the most information. The deep humming of machinery continued behind him as his Ghost, Liara materialized just to his side, sassy little thing. Beeping and whirring, her eye moved erratic as she went through all of the messages and information The Tower was sending her. Damien felt conversation approaching, he uncrossed his arms and began to take a walk, there was always more to do, especially since it had been a few months since he had seen The Tower.

"Looks like they're almost done with the servitor core."
"Good, any more loose ends while we're here?"
"Let's see. Ol' Shaxxy would like you to participate in the upcoming Crucible games, that could be interes-"
"No thank you, much more important things we can do." Damien responded without hesitation, stepping out into the sun and down some stairs.
"With a record like yours, he's never gonna stop asking..." The Ghost received nothing but silence, "...ok fine, let's see, Banshee, routine maintenance, etc etc, we sure do live an exciting life."
"Your gratitude is overwhelming." Damien responded, dryly.
"You know, I try, I really do." the Ghost didn't miss a beat.

For the next while Damien made the rounds like he usually did, keeping to himself and never really stopping to talk to anybody he didn't have to or see anything he didn't need, he had his guns serviced by Banshee, turned in some engrams to the Cryptarch and did some routine rearranging of all the different things he had accumulated in his vault. The glimmer he received from the numerous bounties he had turned in went straight into weapon, sparrow and ship maintenance. This was all he did, recognized by only a few people who knew who he was and what he did. The day carried on seemingly without a hitch, Damien picking up his weapons, his sword sharpened by Banshee's workers as he stuck it to his back and prepared to pick up his ship and patrol the Cosmodrome for Devil activity. The thought of finding the Devil Kell and exacting some violent revenge was enough to zone Damien out, missing the announcement that his presence was requested completely. It took Liara materializing and getting right in front of Damien to snap him out of his thoughts.

"Did you hear that? Commander Zavala needs to see you pronto."
"Whats the deal?"
"No idea, but you're not the only one."

What could it possibly be? Damien and Zavala had met plenty of times before, but being called in as a part of a group was weird, not what Damien was used to. Thoughts and speculations raced through Damien's head as he walked over to the Vanguard center, the Fallen chain mail on his Titan mark chinging like spurs on cowboy boots as he took each heavy step. He was an army of one, a brawler that was guaranteed the win if he got close enough, but for now he was just curious as to what could possibly be developing. Descending the stairs towards his destination, Damien saw Verstand-08 had arrived before anyone else. Damien simply nodded to the Exo Warlock, standing silently as he folded his arms. There was nothing but awkward silence until Liara decided to intervene.

"Psst, that's Verstand-08 from the Tower Archives."
"I know who that is, I'm sure he can hear you too."
"Sorry, we don't get out much." Liara turned to Verstand, shaking in humorous embarrassment.
"We get out plenty." Damien tried to argue.
"Well yeah just not like, with other Guar-" Liara's retort was cut off as Damien stuck out his hand, returning her. He crossed his arms again as silence once again took over, looking down and clearing his throat, Damien took a deep breath and tried his best to do some small talk.

"We uhh, brought a servitor core in today." Damien uncrossed his arms, twiddling his thumbs as he looked down at the floor, "Yeah, hopefully there's some good stuff in there for you guys."

Yeah, things weren't going so smooth.

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Posting when I get home from work!

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I'm good to go whenever.

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Pretty much what I did! It'll be pretty fun to give my Guardian a little backstory and personality, I'm stoked!

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Thanks! Looking forward to our character's interactions.

Verstand: I never leave The Tower.
Damien: I never stay.
Both: .........