Shapeshifters in WWIV: A Roleplay (Celebrating Ten Years!)

(Well, at least things are good for you. That's all that matters. ^^ )

"Yes, actually," Archer replied. "I've been told that you have some information that could benefit us greatly. However, you seem to be a little hesitant in sharing that information with us. I came by to see if you might have changed your mind." He kept up a polite front, waiting to see if the man had had time to give up his small struggle, or if he was determined to keep being difficult.

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Her tone made Destiny flinch back a bit. "N-no, but we're friends," she replied in a small voice. Kurt was friends with nearly all the kids she knew. In fact, all of their caretakers were seen as friends, if not parent figures. She wasn't related to him, no, but she was scared to think of where she would be taken if she didn't see him again.

((Yep... Geez, I don't remember. Let me just do an Rp post and then I'll go read through all the things we were discussing...))

He stretched his hand out slightly to the side, palm upward. "I can't think where you could have gotten the idea that I might have." It was not lost on him that being in here made him significantly more belligerent than usual, but he didn't particularly care.

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"Then no," the nurse said, not especially sympathetic. "Only family units are kept together. Sometimes. Apart from that, you'll be grouped by age."

(The money thing is a little thing Roswell added that she thought would be fun. You get money every time you reply to a thread, which you can then in turn use it to buy stocks, give to another person for whatever reason, or put it in the bank to gain interest. I personally haven't used it, but it's interesting.)

"Oh, I don't know, to save you the pain of having it beaten out of you?" Archer offered. "Because that is what will happen if you continue to play difficult. If I were you, I would just tell them what you know and save all of us the trouble. However, if you refuse the kind offer, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to make your life very miserable."

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"B-but I'll be able to see him r-right?" Destiny asked, beginning to tremble. She wanted to hide, to run down the hall in an attempt to find wherever they had taken Kurt. Had she been able to shift, she would have probably already changed into something smaller in order to hide from the cold woman in front of her.

(No problem! I like this rp, and I understand how busy schedules can be.)

That comment was enough to twist Archer's lips into a grim smile. "There's always something far worse than you've experienced," he said. "You just haven't seen it yet. I understand there was a woman who was captured with you. Mind telling me her name?"

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Destiny didn't like the sound of that. She didn't want to be in a place where she knew no one. As far as she knew, no one else from her home was taken during the fire. It was just her and Kurt. "C-can I at least visit him?" she asked in a small voice, already preparing herself for the "No" she would most likely receive.

All the blood drained from Felix's face. He instinctively and desperately wanted to break eye contact, but he did not let himself. He held the man's gaze, jaw set, fists clenched at his sides, and said nothing.

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"While in the medical ward? Yes. After that it's out of my jurisdiction, and I don't know the protocol off the top of my head." It was at this point that the back of the vehicle opened and the men quickly stood and began to wheel Kurt out. The nurse shepherded Destiny after them, saying, "We're going to check you over to make sure you're okay and then let you settle in."

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The Potsdam base was a massive wreck beyond hope of renovation, over half the WK soldiers placed there had died in the bombing, another ten or so percent were MIA, and it was more than clear to the powers that be that the RK knew its exact location.

The base was effectively gone. Everyone remaining had been placed at different bases, scattered throughout Europe, some even in the US. Schwarz, for her part, was now at ((open to suggestions! let's go somewhere new!)), along with Lillian Valentine, Abelard Kühn, and a smattering of others she hadn't known by name before.

Christoph was miserable, though in recent years he'd learned to at least try to hide it. For this she was proud of him. But she wished she could find a way to make him happy, to bring him back to his friends. Due to some injuries [really not nearly as bad as what she'd had in the past], she'd been on mandatory medical leave for a few weeks and had managed to spend a lot of time with him, but now she was back to work and trying to assimilate into the new environment. Professionally, she was doing fine, thriving in fact. Socially... well, still fine, leastways by her own standards.

"I don't know what it is you think I know," Felix said, trying for all he was worth to sound neutral and unaffected, but his voice came out hoarser than he wanted.

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Kurt was immediately rushed into surgery. His foot was a mangled mess, and they'd have to try everything they could to save it.

In the meantime, Destiny was taken elsewhere and given a medical check, including a quick injection into her neck and another into her arm. After being found to be only slightly scratched and shaken up, she was given her new uniform, a crimson jumpsuit with the RK insignia emblazoned on the back and a blue stripe on the sleeve, and shown her quarters. She'd be sharing a room with one other girl, was not present when Destiny was brought in. The last thing the guard did before leaving her there was lock a heavy electronic bracelet around her wrist. "Your clearance allows you free rein over this wing, but don't stray outside it," he said gruffly, before leaving and closing but not locking the door behind him.

((Does Destiny speak only English?))

Felix was trying to approach this as rationally as possible, but that grin was agitating him beyond belief. Primarily in an attempt to divert the conversation at least briefly, and give himself time to think and breathe, he asked, voice slightly strained and definitely giving away his frustration, "Who even are you?"

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After several minutes, another girl entered the room. She was obviously Hispanic, with black hair to her thin waist, dark skin, and large brown eyes. Her uniform, identical to Destiny's down to the blue stripe, hung off her thin frame, and when she saw that the room was occupied, she just about jumped out of her skin. She regarded the intruder from halfway through the door frame, and said nothing.

((Okay. But she probably wouldn't be fluent in any of them, right?

Also, do you want to do something with your other character, Nichole? I have several characters who haven't gotten a lot of use lately and I'm itching to let them see some action.))

Hooo boy, Felix was very quickly coming to the conclusion that he did not like this man. Very self-righteous, and a little too theatrical for his tastes. He didn't even know what the question meant. "Get out of my face," he said, enunciating carefully as if speaking to a child, voice perfectly level this time, though aggression boiled just beneath the surface.

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The girl merely glanced around the room, her gaze coming back to rest on the intruder. Still she said nothing. After a couple more seconds of silence, she cautiously stepped into the room, revealing her left hand--missing two fingers. Scars ran up her hand, disappearing under her sleeve which rode close to her wrist. She crossed the room and stopped next to the bunk bed, laying her hand against the ladder as if to ascend, but paused, watching the strange girl's tears, her eyebrows knit together.

((Awesome, I will start figuring something out. Where would Nichole be? I'm not really sure, based on her form. Here are characters I have at the ready:

Grad student in Vienna
Father and daughter living a normal life in Dublin
Guy adjusting to a new WK base... anywhere in Europe really, or even the US
Homeless girl wandering the streets


EDIT: I just realized you also have another character, Faith, who's not doing anything at the moment, so we could definitely do something with her too.))

Felix sincerely doubted it. It seemed the man didn't intend to do anything to him today, so the same was likely true of Jennette. They had a little bit of time, at least. What they could possibly do with that time, he didn't know.

Feeling he should say something, after a few seconds he responded with a tiny unplanned smirk, "I doubt you'll be greeted particularly warmly by her."

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The girl responded with a tiny smile, and seemed to hesitate. She laid her other hand on the ladder, facing it with tensed shoulders for several seconds. Finally she said quietly, "Sabel." And, turning to meet the eyes of the girl in her room, she said again, "Soy Sabel."

((Hahah, that's fine. Possibly better for you, because if you did know Spanish I would have geeked out majorly and yanked you into a Spanish conversation.

I don't think Faith would work well with the family in Dublin because nothing would really happen... But I guess I'm most excited about the father and daughter and the guy third on the list [their names are Daniel, Anja, and Nate, respectively, if you want to look at their forms]. So I guess that would put Nichole in Ireland, and Faith somehow in contact with Nate. Where would you like that to happen? Is Faith attending college in England?))

"Whatever, man," Felix muttered, kind of tired of him at this point and wishing he'd go away. He needed time and space to think.

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Sabel offered a small wave of greeting with her right hand, and pointed to her own face, saying questioningly, softly, and in broken English, "You cry."

((Sign language is awesome too! [Truthfully I have that reaction with pretty much any non-English language. ]

Nate's just been transferred since his base got bombed, so he could be anywhere. I'm cool with sending him to England. But if you want to go elsewhere, I'm cool with that too.

Nichole could be Ava's babysitter, maybe? Accidentally shifts in front of her?))

((Hey, a new member! Welcome! Just so you know, in this Rp, any shifter can become any animal at all, not just one. I can change your form slightly to say that Ashton's preferred form is a dog, or something like that.

I think I'll put you with Joanna Schreod, one of my characters. She wouldn't have a reason to be in Canada but if it's close enough to the US border we can make it so that the rabid dog was an escaped shifter from a US base.))

"Or you'll have realized that I've already decided," he suggested, mouth quirking upward again.

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Sabel regarded Destiny with wide eyes for a moment, and presently approached her slowly. She stopped next to her, and hesitantly sat on the floor about a foot from her, expression still attentive.

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Ava's dad had homeschooled her for the first year after they'd arrived in Dublin, and assimilating into the local primary school after that hadn't been easy, but she was finally starting to form friendships and even convince Dad to let her hang out with them outside of school sometimes. He had some kind of desk job nearby; Ava was always forgetting what his official title was. She wished he'd work at the animal shelter that was five minutes from their apartment, but he refused. She knew he hadn't even wanted to get her a new dog, but she was so sad after losing Toby that he couldn't say no. He'd gotten her a Glen of Imaal Terrier but he'd told her firmly that he was picking the name. She didn't know where "Dinsmore" had come from, but she loved her new dog, and was especially happy to have him when Dad was away.

When she got home from school, a note on the kitchen table let her know that Dad had to stay at work an extra few hours today, but Nichole should be arriving any minute. It was the third or fourth time Nichole would be babysitting her, and Ava liked her, partially because Dinsmore always seemed really happy to see her. Dad said her accent was American, and Ava liked listening to it. She wanted to tell her that her own accent wasn't really Irish either, that she'd learned it, but she knew she couldn't.

((I feel that. Not specifically with ASL, though I've definitely dabbled in it for decent periods of time.

Awesome. Last thing then: how should Nate and Faith run into each other? Does Faith work? Frequent a gym, a park, some sort of non-college class?))

Okay question-

can a villain have been injected or not? I was just curious before I plopped up my description.))

((Hi RM! Sure, a villain could have been injected! Reasons for injections include shortage of natural shifters to test on [although highly unlikely], tests which specifically require injected shifters [so Colmac could have volunteered to be injected for such a test], punishment [again, possible but very unlikely if Colmac is on the RK's side], or life-threatening illness [from which an injection would save the ill person in question, as shifters do not get sick]. Excited to Rp with you!))

Felix settled back into his bed, breathing hard, wishing with all his might that he knew where Jennette was and if she was okay.

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Sabel watched her tears for a few moments longer, and uncertainly opened her arms, not sure if the other girl would benefit from a hug but feeling the need to offer one.

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Ava hurriedly whipped her books out, hoping to get her homework done quickly so she could play games with Nichole when she got here. Dinsmore licked at her hand, and she laughed and pushed him gently away.

((Thinking on it, it seems pretty unlikely for a couple reasons that Nate would ever go to a public gym, so the part-time job thing would work well. Maybe a bakery or coffee shop or something? Nate definitely drinks coffee.))