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Post by collided on Jun 11, 2019 14:59:36 GMT -5
(Hey. Iโll have two hours of Internet hopefully before Iโm out in the boonies again. If anyone wants to RP, Jeanne and Isaac are open. Harlow could be, or if you want Tawny, he did spot Mateo when he went to pick up medicine. Harlow is NOT super talkative but heโs in a bit of shock and heโs at least (somewhat) polite so heโd respond to whoever is helping him get medicine. Heโd probably take the magic equivalent of muscle relaxers, maybe mild anti-inflammatory type painkillers or some kind of ointment/cream to rub around areas that subluxated or dislocated. Something. Not sure what magical treatments are available for connective tissue disorders lol. Otherwise heโd be open, probably at a cafe across from his own (closed) shop by now watching people and obsessively checking news reports on his phone, waiting for a text or call from someone in his faction.
Jeanne would be with other Spades probably or in their areas. Isaac could work or live many places, so I could alter that based on if anyone wants to get him involved. Or Iโll just get him accidentally involved because turns out if you die, your dog will probably eat you. Lots of Ver Tagesh died. Isaac might be having a horrific day.)
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Post by desdemona on Jun 11, 2019 15:30:48 GMT -5
--ezra bishara ; bodyguard
All in all, it wasn't a solid plan. "And what if some rivals come find you and take revenge? You're long range, and they have bats with nails sticking through them." He wasn't wrong, though he did let it drop that he knew who she was. Ezra was happy to help her; in this town, there was no such thing as harboring criminals. Everyone was a goddamned criminal, one way or another. Especially with the factions. Yes, the Rapier has killed and is not a true innocent, but she wasn't evil. Ezra could tell that much, and that's all he needed.
The other problem was: what if the headache didn't go away? What if she was here for hours on end? And even though it was no longer enemy territory, they still lived here. They worked here, they knew the area better than Samar currently did. With a headache like that, it would be hard to run, hard to find the back door to this place, and hard to fight. Not that the Soldats on the streets wouldn't find her, but damage would always be done. Ezra was uncomfortable leaving her here now that he found her. Ignoring her or letting her stay made him guilty if she got hurt. Bystanders were never innocents. He finished his coffee and now wielded an empty mug in a closed nightclub.
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Post by desdemona on Jun 11, 2019 15:31:13 GMT -5
aw bones
i have to go to physical therapy so i Cannot, F ]]
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Post by ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใ on Jun 11, 2019 15:36:48 GMT -5
[Hey Collided! I'm happy to rp w you! I'm sorry i hadn't really read your post before so I hadn't seen the inclusion of Mateo (ooops), but I will get right to a response!]
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Post by collided on Jun 11, 2019 15:45:35 GMT -5
[Hey Collided! I'm happy to rp w you! I'm sorry i hadn't really read your post before so I hadn't seen the inclusion of Mateo (ooops), but I will get right to a response!] (Itโs more than okay. I included that in late and forgot to include a โMentionsโ notation or tag you. My bad. I might also include locations in my header. Is it okay if the apothecary is in Ashburn Park?) |
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Post by collided on Jun 11, 2019 15:46:48 GMT -5
aw bones i have to go to physical therapy so i Cannot, F ]] (Please take care of yourself.  Itโs all good. I have to do PT when I get home too. โMy body is a temple. An ancient and crumbling temple.โ) |
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Post by ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใ on Jun 11, 2019 15:51:54 GMT -5
[Thats fine! I had no specific place in mind for it!]
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Post by ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใ on Jun 11, 2019 17:04:13 GMT -5
[Hope this is okay collided! I know you said Harlow recognised Mateo but I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be mutual/if he was a regular. I can change anything is needed!] Mateo had been left to his own devices today. His teacher had called in the early hours of the morning, frantic about the damage that had occurred with the Fournier take over in Radial City, where sheโd lived. Mateo had been fortunate to find something a little closer to work, and a little further out of the danger zone. Of course, there had only been one answer he could give, and it would be the same even if heโd had a choice. Thankfully, Mateo was nearing the end of his apprenticeship and heโd run the small local apothecary on his own a handful of times before.
Today was quiet, as could be expected with last nightsโฆ events. He hadnโt been able to determine much on his journey from his apartment to the apothecary, and the news widget on his phone was always unreliable and at least several days behind the actual events. What heโd managed to figure out was just small pieces of information puzzled together from conversations with his boss and the few customers that had come in this morning.
At present, Mateo was serving Mrs Lane who had come in for the same concoctions she requested every month. Sheโd taken a shine to him, for whatever reason, which mildly confused and flattered him all at the same time. Heโd taken this apprenticeship because heโd wanted to help people, wanted to learn, and he was just glad to be able to do that. She always came in with the same prescription which he now knew by heart. If heโd had some time the day before she came in then he would try an make up some of the stuff for her, just to save time. The multiple grandkids took up a lot of her day, that much he knew, as she spoke about them every time she came in.
Mateo would have been happy to keep chatting to her, but the bell on the door rang as another customer entered. Mateo watched the man wheel in over her shoulder, his attention briefly distracted from the story she was regaling him with about her granddaughterโs soccer game.
โIf you still think Lisbethโs scrape isnโt healing in a couple of days, just bring her in to me and Iโll take a look at it, see if we can make some magic speed the recovery along. But if it is infected then itโs nothing some good old fashioned amoxicillin wonโt fix.โ He dazzled her with a smile, handing the bag of her own potions and ointments over, before watching her go. Once she was out the door he turned his attention back to the newcomer.
โWhat can I do for you?โ Mateo asked, examining him more closely, taking in the chair fully along with the dark hair and clothes. He plastered on his nicest smile, shuffling some of the knick knacks and loose plant material off of the counter and onto the workbench behind him. The workshop behind it was half obscured by a wall, so that if on days like today he could keep an eye on the front, but still make up whatever it was people needed. โDid you have a prescription for something specific or is it just general items today?"
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Post by ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใ on Jun 11, 2019 17:04:40 GMT -5
Samar snorted, considering him. He knew who she was. It was unsurprising, but it did mean that he mustnโt be affiliated with anyone then, considering he hadnโt attacked her already. Maybe he was just biding his time, ensuring she was vulnerable, but even through the haze of her headache she could tell he wasnโt. There was just that energy to him. However, he may have known who she was but clearly not well enough if he was asking stupid questions like that. She didnโt begrudge him for it, it was just something that happened. Ever since aligning herself with the Fourniers and their propensity for guns and their wanting for a very specific use of her powers, it was as if anything sheโd done before them had been forgotten.
โI doubt theyโd kill me, if the Spades or Ver These were to find me,โ she mused, considering the possibility. She found it highly unlikely that they would though. โIf they recognise me, theyโll know Iโm valuable.โ Samar stared at him over the rim of the discarded glass, eye lingering on the dull reflection in the dim light. โBesides, thereโs a reason Iโm called Rapier. And itโs not because of my current employers.โ
She didnโt say anymore, just smiled wanly and averted her gaze. His concern was amusing to her. It was cute, in a way. She couldnโt quite understand the investment on his end, nor reason why he hadnโt left her alone yet. As endearing of it was, she found it strange that he was so concerned for her. Most people knew better, to leave her alone.
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Post by desdemona on Jun 11, 2019 17:12:04 GMT -5
god i was doing an excercise and my shoulder was like Die and my therapist was like "why are you like this"
ma'am i was not made to last on this earth ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jun 11, 2019 17:13:03 GMT -5
love samar, will reply when i get home ]]
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Post by collided on Jun 11, 2019 17:40:34 GMT -5
Harlow Zima : Enchanter : Ashburn Park, Mentions Mateo
Harlow almost missed it when Mateo spoke to him. Not because heโd been lulled by the stories of the grandmother, even though that had been fascinating in its novelty. No, heโd finally gotten word. Fourniers were responsible, at least according to his contact. That made sense. No word yet on type of death. No word on what to do. He felt a headache coming on like a freight train and tried to tilt his head back, use the head rest, keep his always over-exerted muscles less knotted. Keep awake. Aware. He doubted anyone would come for him, but he was on edge anyway. He knew it was just the anger, directionless, but still.
โHello,โ he said. He flicked his eyes again to the name tag, acting as if he hadnโt watched the masterโs apprentice out of curiosity. Heโd wondered if the other had magic common to apothecary workers, but had seen no sign of it yet. โMateo, I have a prescription ready to pick up. The name is Zima. Z-I-M-A.โ Then there would be the usual question and answer dance, then heโd have his muscle relaxers, maybe get food in, take Tylenol, and perhaps risk going to a nearby location, a safehouse. It might not be that safe anymore, but someone could still be in there. He considered the over-sized first-aid kit he had in his loft, pieces together by himself and the injuries before the wheelchair. He wasnโt a healer but he needed questions answered. He also looked around the apothecary, once again considering something he usually avoided. He usually worked with simple materials. Simple to him. Wood, minerals, and metal were his favorites. But he might need something more now. He considered old lessons of chemistry and even history. There was just the chance something naturally flammable or explosive might just kill him. No, it should probably be something they wouldnโt see as dangerous. Not right away. Nothing obvious.
In the meantime, he just watched as this Mateo who apparently was unaffiliated, going by his snooping on all nearby neighbors, looked through the computer to find proof of doctorโs prescription. It should be there. Sometimes it seemed he ended up having more medical staff socialization than the more normal kind. Even still, in this familiar environment, something felt wrong. He couldnโt place it. Just the knowing, he figured. Instead he tried to remember the tools of someone heโd heard of once. Another Russian, if he had heard right. There were so many poisons, he wondered sometimes how the Fourniers ever had the deaths look obvious. So many legal plants, no magic required. He could go to a local nursery and get angelโs trumpets. It had made him uneasy at first, but now he considered using it even more so back against them. They had it coming. In the meantime, he just tried to focus on the moment. Soon he was going to be asked his birthdate, after all. Needed to not act as if heโd never heard the question before, or as if his brain didnโt work right either. He also took note of the smart phone in this guyโs pocket a flashing a belated news alert and wondered if he was worried. If so, about what? Friends? Relatives? Lovers? Or maybe just not dying in crossfire.
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Post by collided on Jun 11, 2019 17:42:51 GMT -5
god i was doing an excercise and my shoulder was like Die and my therapist was like "why are you like this" ma'am i was not made to last on this earth ]] (I feel this. Iโm kind of basing Harlowโs health conditio on one of mine. Iโve scared my PT before she got into realizing my joints are going to snap/crackle/pop like a bowl of Rice Krispies. Edit: Internet dying now. Weโre headed out. Oh well. More book reading lol. I actually read one that was somewhat similar to this (magic and gangs but in not modern fantasy world) so that was fun. Six of Crows is the title.) |
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Post by desdemona on Jun 11, 2019 17:48:50 GMT -5
--ezra bishara ; bodyguard
Oh, a reason? Ezra focused slightly--he'd been trying to ignore this stream of past coming from Samar, as he does with everyone. There were a few things here and there he evaluated at first, but really, he didn't like invading this personal space. When he concentrated on it, he saw why she was called that, which was a question he'd actually had. Again, though, he continued to let his vision blur. Yes, he could see her as a person, but only sort of vaguely--the rest was like watching TV screen broadcasting someone's memories, their good and their bad. He hated looking at Kai. And anyway, he didn't like just knowing everything about someone. It was a power play, it could easily be manipulative, and it was extremely intimidating. Not to mention how uncomfortable it was for both parties. If he wanted to know someone, wanted to continue a rapport with them, he would learn through their relationship. Otherwise, it was not even, it was not reciprocated, it was not consensual. Ezra hated that the most.
"You're right, my apologies. I shouldn't have underestimated your power," he said, sincere. Not her magic, but her physical power. Maybe most people left her alone for her reputation, but fortunately or unfortunately for the both of them, Ezra saw past that. "But still, staying here is probably not the best nor safest decision." |
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Post by desdemona on Jun 11, 2019 17:51:43 GMT -5
GOD i hate the coding on this site, i do two tabs for every paragraph but its always uneven because i have justify center on. cmon, i write like books are laid out collided i dont scare her i just make her laugh a lot because i made my personality into humor when my joints do actually pop shes like There It Is because they never do and yea i assumed! ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใ if you could give in your reply what ezra sees of samar's reputation, on why she is called the rapier, and possibly some other stuff you could think of, just since hes like. fully lookin at her now ]] |
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Post by ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใ on Jun 11, 2019 19:17:28 GMT -5
Samar didnโt think her past had been particularly tragic. She just liked to live a particular lifestyle, one that was easily achieved by killing people for money. Sheโd started out small, working under a family friend who was a bounty hunter. There had been something exciting about it; the enjoyment that came with outsmarting and outwitting someone. Even as a child Samar had had a flair for the dramatic and enjoyed playing with weapons, receiving the questionable gift of a custom bronze age styled rapier, that she still kept today. Sheโd stab targets with it, mostly. She supposed the name had come from there, or perhaps the little thrust she used, stolen from her fencing trainer and typically used with a longer sword. But she worked with what she had. It became something of a trademark in her early days, when she was young and less refined, more wild and hungry. She relished that people knew she was coming and the personal nature of being up close to someone as they died cam with a certain je ne sais quoi. At least she thought so.
That was, until sheโd accepted the hit out on her mentor. Sheโd left that knife in him, leaving it behind. Falling in with the Fourniers had been just another business transaction for Samar, an attempt to get away from what sheโd done though sheโd never admit it. The fact that the Fourniers preferred to use her abilities as a sniper didnโt bother her too much. It now just felt like the name didnโt fit the job and Samar liked cohesion.
She didnโt enjoy talking about the poor decisions sheโd made, so she simply let people assume it was some weird misdirection of a name, until people like this came prying. Sheโd never said it aloud before, but didnโt realise she didnโt have to with Ezra. It had made her irritable. โWhere do you suggest I go then?โ Samar turned on Ezra with a weary snap. โIโm perfectly content to stay here, live or die, whatever. Why do you care so much anyway? I thought even unaffiliated civilians would be happy with as many Fourniers getting their due after last night."
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Post by ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใ on Jun 11, 2019 19:50:33 GMT -5
It always surprised Mateo when someone at work used his name, aside from his coworkers. Despite clocking in every day, putting on the very name tag that he currently wore, he often forgot that it was there. With people like Mrs Lane who he considered he had a more personal relationship with, the shock had worn away until it was nonexistent. With customers like Harlow, however, the use of his name left him momentarily stunned until he remembered he was working and that it was right there for everyone to see.
โZima,โ Mateo repeated as he snapped himself out of it, speaking mostly to himself, moving over to plug the name into the computer. He found the order for Harlow Zima in the database. It had already been filled and the fact that Mateo didnโt remember it meant he probably wasnโt the one to make it. โIโll be right back,โ he told Harlow as he dipped into the workshop behind them.
The other side of the wall functioned as a cubby for filled orders waiting to be collected. Several stickers paper bags will the sections, varying sizes. The apothecary here specialised in more natural and magical remedies than modern medicine. Mateo knew he never would have made the cut in medical school so hadnโt even attempted to be a doctor. But dispensing remedies what what he considered was the closest thing to it, with the lowest amount of energy he would need to exert. And he preferred the element of magic to all, as opposed to the cut and dry science of pharmacies.
He found Harlowโs order, skimming through its contents briefly to make sure everything was in order. From the back, there was an easy view of the shop front, but he was concealed from anyone out there. He took a moment to watch Harlow as he waited by the counter, taking everything in. After a moment more and satisfied with everything in the bag, he made his way back around, going and waking the computer up once more. Before he handed the bag over he asked, โCan I get your date of birth and address please? Just for confirmation of course.โ
The shop remained empty, excluding them two and likely would for the rest of the day. It was always slow until a slight pick up during the office workers lunch hours, and then again just before he would close up, when they all came back to get their things before home time. During the lull, it was nice when he had the opportunity to talk with customers, or simply catch up one work, experiment or practice with some of the tricker concoctions heโd yet to master, that kept him in his apprenticeship. He cleared his throat. โWas there anything else that I could do for you today? Anything else not on prescription you needed?โ
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Post by desdemona on Jun 11, 2019 20:16:38 GMT -5
--ezra bishara ; bodyguard
It was that memory that let Ezra know she wasn't evil--because it was a bad one. She regretted it, regretted who she was. No, she was not always like this, she certainly deserved any punishments she received in the past, but the woman had changed. That was enough.
"I can give you a place to stay, if you wanted. I know you have a home to return to, but getting over there is a hassle," Ezra said, turning up his free hand in a shrug. "I don't think leaving you here is something I can do willingly." And it wasn't, because Samar hadn't truly refused but made excuses, justified herself to him. That was, to Ezra, doubt. He didn't like doubt.
"And I wouldn't consider myself a civilian," he then sighed. "Unaffiliated, yes, but not a civilian. I don't mind my own business. Besides, a lot of people are actually okay with the Fourniers because dealing with them is more official, not liek they are threatened by kids with pipes. There is something real to rely on, whereas the Spades or Ver Tahesh could turn their back on you at any moment." Ezra didn't like complimenting any faction, but the truth was that people who just wanted to run their business saw the Fourniers as a comfort compared to the other two. They didn't need to rely on local owners to continue what they do, while the Spades and Ver Tahesh need a bigger grip on the people. It must be remembered who owns the government.
"I'll leave if you're absolutely certain, but otherwise I know you aren't like them, so I'd like to help if I could."
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Post by ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใ on Jun 11, 2019 22:01:02 GMT -5
Samar examined him closely and found that his words soothed the feather's he'd unwittingly ruffled. The suggestion of willingness made her snort. So he was gonna make her put in effort to force him to leave if she didnโt accept, then? He was really pushing for her wellbeing it, seemed, more so than Samar herself was. Spite tempted her to just fall asleep now; let him sit there and watch her if he wasnโt going to leave of his own accord. But she didnโt. Sleep at this point wasnโt really on the cards anyway and Samar would be bored stiff pretending to.
โFine,โ she accepted begrudgingly. โBut even one suggestion of a step out of line and know Iโll kill you too.โ Samar added the warning out of habit. She didnโt trust any of the other members of the Fourniers aside from their leaders, and on the rare occasions she had to interact with anyone but Emile and Adrien, that was what she always said whenever the situation arose. She did mean it here too, but he voice lacked the usual hard edge to it.
"You gotta tell me what you do on the way then, what makes you not a civilian. Itโs only fair since you know so much about me.โ His words had piqued her interest and Samar was curious. It would be a good distraction through the pain, if it turned out to be a boring story, though Samar personally believed that nobody could live in this city and be boring.
She stood up, the chair grating against the floor making her wince. She picked it up to push it back in so that it didnโt happen again. She smoothed out her clothes and said softer this time, โLetโs go.โ
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Post by desdemona on Jun 11, 2019 22:16:39 GMT -5
--ezra bishara ; bodyguard
"I'm sure you would," Ezra said with a soft smile, not trying to be condescending but more like Yeah, I've got confidence in you. Even though this was about Samar's willingness and ability to kill him. He was... kind of like a dog. Stupid and loyal. Ezra just tried to make people feel a little better most of the time since he was concerned he was going to make everyone uneasy. He felt bad when she said since you know so much about me because even if she had a reputation that explained his knowledge, it was more than that. It was exactly what he tried to avoid most of the time.
Even though he wasn't close, Ezra held out a wary hand as if to catch Samar if she feel while trying to stand. It was an impulsive gesture and he put his hand back at his side as he headed towards the broken glass door, keeping an eye behind himself to make sure Samar was okay.
"Well, officially, I work as a bouncer at a club. The one you went to last night. And unofficially, I'm a bodyguard for an informant." Kai would smack him for giving that much information, but he knew this would be an issue when he agreed to let Ezra guard him. It was dangerous, making himself known to a faction--then again, however, it was very infrequent that Kai was made a target. More often than not it was men looking for a night to ruin, for a pretty young thing to sink into. All in all, Ezra was safety just in symbolism, less in practice.
"And un-unofficially, I, uh, take justice into my own hands." Ezra had an issue with men, including himself. He had an issue with how they treated others, how they made others feel, how offhanded comments often meant much more than originally thought. A lot of his own self-hatred came from this--he was tall, well built, and intimidating. Ezra decided he would intimidate those who deserved it. He was like the friend who pretended to be your boyfriend at a bar so the frat boys wouldn't hurt you. And Ezra would hurt them, God knows. He was not innocent because he'd hurt, he'd taken lives, and even if it was justice, it was still damning. Once you kill, you cannot be afraid of death. You cannot be afraid of being killed.
He didn't look the type, really. But when you see what the people you love have gone through, who hurt them... it was hard to do nothing.
He pushed the door open for Samar with a polite smile, fingers hooked in the loop of his empty mug.
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Post by ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใ on Jun 12, 2019 1:45:16 GMT -5
Samar made her way over to the exit as she listened to Ezra talk. She had expected for him to be more guarded, most people in Radial City were if they wanted to stay alive, herself included. But heโd exceeded all her expectations and assumptions so far, so what was another surprise to add to the list?
His offical job did pique her interest. So theyโd crossed paths before. It wasnโt that rare in a place like this, she was sure. People must be coming and going around each other all the time but never realising, and maybe they never fully introduced themselves or connected. But this time they had. She wondered how far this would go on. But the fact that he worked as a bodyguard and a bouncer she was unsurprised about. Samar certainly recognised he had the build for it. She doubted sheโd much be able to stand up against him very long, though the muscle memory of handling herself in close range had never gone away.
In her head, the dots connected. He worked with the bartender, probably. She had a vague memory that felt like they were connected somehow, something sheโd seen but had dismissed at the time. She didnโt say anything though. The bartender hadnโt wanted her to know who he was and had gone to lengths to avoid her questions. She was sure he hadnโt intended for her to work it out, so she braced herself for the light that was to come.
Stepping out to the day Samar shielded her eyes from the glare of the light. The dimness of the empty lounge had made her as comfortable as she could be. In this state, the light was what she tried to avoid and she loathed that sheโd managed to be convinced to go out. It made her momentarily dizzy but she didnโt stumble, just squinted against it until the wave went away and she could stand to at least be out there, even when all Samar wanted to do was just crawl back into a dark hole somewhere.
โSounds intriguing,โ Samar mused as she squinted, keeping her hand raised and eyes down. She watched her feet as she walked, making her way down the street. โSounds like weโre both people with a lot to hide. Or at least a lot to deal with. You ever consider doing it officially?โ she asked, mostly out of curiosity. She wasnโt offering him a job - didnโt have the power to offer him a job in the first place - nor would she encourage anyone further into the roles sheโd once occupied. But she supposed his good intentions were diametrically opposed to her own reasons for starting out, though somehow theyโd managed to end up in almost the same place. โThis place of yours isnโt too far is it?"
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Post by Amber on Jun 12, 2019 4:31:56 GMT -5
(Ah no worries. When I replied last, I was feeli ng better. It was just kinda a weird day I suppose.)
Elwyn watched the man through narrowed eyes. He was still confident, which would probably lead to cockiness and potentially mistakes. But he also seemed to be controlled and hyper-aware of his actions, which could prove to have the opposite result. She didn't really like her white suited employer. He was probably scheming for something bigger. Something grad in the long run. Elwyn was probably just a small part that plan. She didn't want to be someone's pawn, but the job offer also was enough to set aside her concerns. The Fouriner seemed eager to have her set the price, and it was probably for the wiser. She would've taken advantage of whatever he had said. It would've given her some insight on their financials, even if it wasn't a lot to go off of. After a moment of thinking it over, the thief finally had her price. "Alright. How does fifty-thousand sound then?"
The idea of working for the Fouriners still bothered her. In fact she had robbed the Fouriners more than she had worked for them in the past. However she also hated all the factions and if one suffered with her findings, would that really be a bad thing? Elwyn glanced out the window once more, still keeping track of her surroundings. She also would occasionally eye their silent driver. He made her uncomfortable and wondering just how trustworthy he was to her employer. After all it would probably take a lot of trust to talk out in the open to someone like her. To talk about schemes and plots of espionage of their enemies. The light-haired woman pushed the driver out of her mind, and instead studied the man in the white suit once more. She eyed the bold, fine clothing and noted he was probably high ranking. It was at that point she realized she didn't know who she was working for. Idiot, you know that's one of the first things you need to find out! Always know your employers and their marks! She mentally scolded herself for a foolish mistake, but didn't let it show. "Hey, is there anything I can call you? I'd like to connect names to my employers."
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Post by collided on Jun 12, 2019 7:05:34 GMT -5
Harlow Zima : Enchanter : Ashburn Park : Mentions Mateo
Harlow offered the apothecary apprentice a weak grin, still faking calm. Knowing more and more, his anger was building. Less rapidly now. It was more so solidifying, like any project. The initial passion and then the planning. Theoretical still. He did need to go to the safehouse. Go back home, grab a few things, go to the front and what his inside. Someone could be there. But there was another pressing matter. He needed to be able to move easily, so medicine.
He offered the other man his birthdate and address. He realized belatedly that June 21 was sooner than his mental tally had expected. Another year of no celebration unless you counted revenge. Not a problem, but strange. Today remained surreal.
The offer of other help made him stop though, his mind careening in another direction. Ideas popped into his head, some he squashed. Others? Others began to form into a curiosity. His information told him that while this shop paid dues to his faction, neither were involved. One associate, one unaffiliated apprentice who might have no idea. It wasnโt like Harlow collected the dues. He might have no idea who he was, as faction or even as a person. He hoped to take some advantage of that.
โWell, I had a bit of a weird question. Your mentor might have an idea. Iโm a bit of a hobby botanist, but at my new place, itโs just a loft. My cat keeps trying to eat any plant I put out. The accepted list is a bit...basic, but my vet doesnโt know about more exotic options. I was considering going to the botany department at the nearby university, but itโs a bit difficult to get to. Taxis often donโt see me as a great passenger.โ He gestured at his wheelchair, as if it was a trap rather than an escape. โI was wondering if perhaps, with your superior knowledge of chemistry and magic, you might have some ideas? Iโm sure perhaps more on magic-related options, but those would be lovely too. Just trying to spruce up the place. I just donโt want it to be toxic to cats or, you know, people. Little nieces and nephews, you know. Eat anything as much as the cat honestly.โ
It was mostly lies, but not exactly. He did like botany. He had just struggled with anything more than dead wood in school. Heโd hated struggling with anything, so focused on inanimate materials. He was sure with his greater experience, maybe he could manage something interesting. He wasnโt exactly sure what he was attempting here, other than he didnโt want any questions getting back to outsiders if possible. Even if it was vague. He had another person he could ask too, but he was also honestly curious about this close neighbor too. Did he have a good idea of what he was doing? Know the plants so often used in magical medicine, or not? How harmless or harmful they were? If he didnโt, heโd make sure his mentor was here for any custom orders at least.
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Post by collided on Jun 12, 2019 7:24:00 GMT -5
GOD i hate the coding on this site, i do two tabs for every paragraph but its always uneven because i have justify center on. cmon, i write like books are laid out collided i dont scare her i just make her laugh a lot because i made my personality into humor when my joints do actually pop shes like There It Is because they never do and yea i assumed! ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใ if you could give in your reply what ezra sees of samar's reputation, on why she is called the rapier, and possibly some other stuff you could think of, just since hes like. fully lookin at her now ]] (I didnโt intentionally scare her lol. I told her I had hyper-mobility. She just forgot when my knee first popped the first time. Thought sheโd broke me oh no. Also? Back again today actually. Iโm impressed by modern Internet abilities lol. |
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Post by desdemona on Jun 12, 2019 12:17:57 GMT -5
ill reply to stuff today! ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jun 12, 2019 15:09:40 GMT -5
--ezra bishara ; bodyguard
She didn't stumble, no but she slowed slightly in that time it took for her eyes to adjust. If Ezra had to guess, he'd say she went temporarily blind. It happened to him whenever he stood up, fast or slow. God, he needed to take better care of himself. He slowed his step to wait for her.
"If I did it officially, then it wouldn't be justice, would it? I'd have to get the money from someone. It's not... a job, and it's not what you do." A hitman took commission, and Ezra wanted nothing from survivors. They shouldn't have to pay for their justice. "And I like my official job being my official job. No ties to anyone with that." Even his ties to Kai were damning, in a way, since Kai cooperated with anyone who would pay. There were less morally gray things he did in his free time and with that money, but it wasn't his official job, either. Appearances were everything in this town.
"Oh, don't worry, you were actually the first person I found on my route, so we're right near it." Ezra lived in an apartment building nearby, actually within visual distance just down the street. When they got to it, a brick building with English ivy growing on it and not for the brownstone taste they might see in Ashburn, he punched in a code that unlocked the front door. Ivy wasn't seen much in Radial City, but here is grew to take over, to take back. It was very good at slowly eating away at the infrastructure until it became the only thing the bricks relied on, but, well, it looked nice. Who cared--Ezra certainly didn't. But he didn't own the building, anyway.
His apartment was on the first floor and he unlocked it with a key, opening the door into a small kitchen with a two burner gas stove and a coffee maker that was, notably, still on. Or, at least the hot plate was. There was also a rice cooker, which saw more action than the stove, and beyond the counter was a nice little living room with a TV, a couch, a comfy chair, and a coffee table. There was a mug on the coffee table that matched the one in Ezra's hand, and he put the latter into the sink. "I have an extra bedroom down the hall--or, well, it's the main one, but I like the smaller one to myself." He made his house into a safe one, where, if one needed, they could sleep easy. Hence why he took the guest bedroom. "Or the couch, if you want sight of the door. I plan to head back out to make sure there's no bodies hidden, if that's alright? If not, I can stay here, too."
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Post by desdemona on Jun 12, 2019 15:27:59 GMT -5
--รฉmilien fournier ; fournier owner
Fifty thousand was easy, though originally he had expected her to ask for less. As the conversation continued, however, he was able to discover how much she would ask for. It was no problem, and a good sign. "Deal. And you'll get bonuses with new pieces of information." That was another incentive--the longer she stayed, the more she found out, the more she got. And if she died, they would seize her bank accounts.
Of course, there was always a bigger plan. There was always something happening behind the scenes, and no matter what you did, you would always play a part in it. Like destiny, รmile supposed. Like destiny.
"Oh, excuse me for not introducing myself earlier. I'm รmilien Fournier, co-Owner of the Fourniers. Lovely to make your acquaintance," he greeted, smiling. "And that means you have a guarantee in your treatment and payment." If anything, the Fourniers strived to keep their word. Sure, if things went south for Elwyn, they would take back what was theirs, but if she succeeded, then she got to reap her rewards and gain protection from what was the most powerful faction in Vadejira. "What do you say? If you need to think on it, that's not a problem." They weren't snakes, not like Ver Tahesh. And รmile hated liars.
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Post by desdemona on Jun 12, 2019 15:28:55 GMT -5
collided oh mood whats harlow's plan? ]]
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Post by collided on Jun 12, 2019 17:09:32 GMT -5
(Heโs weighing his options. He could try poison, because then the Fourniers would expect each other. He also knows, however, that all โexpertโ resources he currently knows will likely be gobbled up quickly with the takeover. If he wants to find...new members, accomplices, new associates...heโll need to know as many unaffiliated but less known useful people to insure he isnโt double crossed. Thereโs also some places he canโt reach easily in the area so he could use helping hands, but basically heโs going to try to make weapons not in his usual style or trademark to hopefully avoid it leading back to him either. Mind you, he probably should hurry, but how likely is it that anyone have managed to crawl back to an Ashburn Park safehouse? If itโs somewhat likely, Iโll give him a dead body to feel guilty about for not checking earlier. Which in turn will probably make him more motivated to cause equally catastrophic damage but good luck there Harlow. Also is there a need for filler/NPC characters to be included, depending on new joiners or old joiners themselves deciding to take on more roles?) |
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Post by desdemona on Jun 12, 2019 18:11:53 GMT -5
god there is definitely a need
if its just fillers, you dont need to do a form ]]
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Itโs all good. I have to do PT when I get home too. โMy body is a temple. An ancient and crumbling temple.โ) 
