TruthHurts

Dispatch RP Anyone?

Looks like a lot of competition here......

Masks & Magic: The Awakening

Hey technically my character's name starts with an A... his first name at least. Or an S for his alter ego...

Seekers Beyond - Foreword

Hope nobody minds a bump here, just to see if it catches any more eyes!

Dispatch RP Anyone?

I'd be down! Or well, I'd be interested, not sure if I can / should commit but it's also a bit of hyperfixation for me too, so...

Paths Unwound — A Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

I miiiight back out actually. Don't wanna make the same mistake as before and put on too much weight at once. Have fun though!

Persona: Black Crown

Ayo pretended to think about it, drumming the train car with her fingers.

"Forgot," she answered with a shrug. "Not like it matters right now, we're not gonna be using them in here and that's the only time I'm expecting to see most of you." She leapt down, stumbling on impact as she joined the rest of them on terra firma. "Okay, I decided I don't actually care if it's a bad idea or not, I wanna see what this Kingdom's all about."

Seekers Beyond - Foreword

This looks interesting.

Unfortunately, I'm not sure if I'm up for this at the moment. Otherwise, I'd likely toss in an application for Professor Layton.

However, I'll at least bump this up so that others can see this again.

@Cyrania

Drat, Layton would be cool. Still, thanks for the interest!

⤫ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 ⤬

8

^Morning

The Rookery, Lobby -> Fifth Floor

[Everyone]

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Mingling would have to wait, it seemed. Well, it was on them for arriving late in the first place, but that wasn't here nor there.

8's handler returned to her side as the mood of the room shifted, the building itself coming alive to stoke the flames of anxiety in those gathered, as if the architecture was in league with the Arch Bishop, which wasn't out of the question. Pequod led her up the stairs after their much adorned general, a hand at the small of her back as her head whipped around, trying to track the machinery in the walls by sound alone.

And so the meeting began in earnest; maps, video, briefing, everything one would expect out of secret police herding you into a war room. Pequod sat closest they could to the center, perhaps even bumping down by order of importance some of the other pairs that worked closer to the Church than they did. There was work to do, and they were there to do it. 8, by relation, was placed in a seat directly next to them, and every so often they had to reach out to stop her from snatching one of those plastic flags from the table - this wasn't a time for snacks.

Though in spite of their vested interest and rapt attention, Pequod's first reaction to everything was a loud sigh and a slump in their chair. "This stinks." They let the thought linger for a second, if only to let the next part land a bit harder: "This whole little play you have going on, I mean, General, sir."

Pequod raised a finger in the air and flicked it back and forth as they rattled off their next few points. "Middle of nowhere but video evidence that near perfectly captures the incident. #2 can move faster than anything on that battlefield but surrenders herself with no resistance once she's actively threatened. The white horseman left himself open long enough to make that fact stick when it would make more sense to fire once 2 stopped dead in her tracks, not like he wouldn't know he's holding an artifact." Pequod jammed the flat of their foot against the side of the table, still showing the blinding light that cut the video off. "I think even 8 would puke trying to swallow this horseshit."

8 glanced over at the mention of her name, and let out a small chuckle of agreement.

"See?" Pequod pushed off the table's edge and rocked forward to a standing position. Blasphemy and insubordination aside, this was just how their thought process worked, a walking Think Tank of one, not that it endeared them much to their superiors even now. "Best way to know why is to find the guy, so me and 8 will be on that half. Doubt these tribes are good enough to fake a corpse so 2 was killed, that much is obvious. Any information you got from her corpse?" They cleared their throat and tilted their head in a slight bow. "...Your Excellency?"

Masks & Magic: The Awakening

And there's me. Didn't want to leave Lyla a liar for long.

Masks & Magic: The Awakening

Callum

Andrew was the oldest recruit there, if his estimates were right, which was hard not to be conscious over. Especially while he was childishly fidgeting with his so-called costume. He made adjustments once his, ah, growth spurt happened, and some places still pinched a little tight. He was just glad he wasn't wearing anything that squeaked.

"How similar will this test be to our work?" He asked, once the floor was opened to questions. "I'm expecting that we won't be out on many stings in basements and bunkers, more street thugs and alley brawls. This..." He vaguely gestured around to the chamber, "seems a little too sterile, doesn't it?"

Andrew also doubted any holograms that they could throw up for them to fight, even if technology was at an all-time high these days. Look, you get old enough and sometimes it's fun to shake your fist at kids in your yard. Hypothetically speaking. Regardless, he wasn't a stranger to the weight of clocking a guy in the nose once he's overstepped his bounds, and whatever fancy light tricks the guild had couldn't replicate that.

Would it be enough for the younger members present? Could it really prepare them to stare down someone who truly wanted to hurt them and possessed all the flesh and bone needed to do so?

He wasn't sure.