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Post by desdemona on Jun 12, 2019 18:14:44 GMT -5
also, ezra is usually willing to help people who havent murdered and even then hes like thats fine, so if you want to have them meet thats fine
since ezra cannsee memories he can also garner harlows emotions and plots tho ]]
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Post by collided on Jun 13, 2019 9:42:06 GMT -5
(Back online. Stormy day so probably will be around a lot more.
Yes. Definitely have to get Ezra and him to meet soon. I think that would be interesting. Harlow may be currently homicidal because he lost his โfamilyโ, but heโs never personally killed. His enchanted items might have, but he isnโt aware of any of it. Like a gun salesman.
Jeanne is at least vengeful, non-Spade child abusers especially, but sheโs likely mostly just stick to the Spade way of leaving them alive but broken.
Isaac is a naive fool who currently is getting a scary reality check.
I need to write up their starters but tbh Iโve had to type on my phone. Laptop isnโt picking up anything out here. I could try to write their starters anyway, I guess.)
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Post by desdemona on Jun 13, 2019 15:45:32 GMT -5
it totally up to you on the starter front
y e s they need to meet. ezra would probably try to ease his homocide times and help or kill someone for him, who knows ]]
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Post by ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใ on Jun 13, 2019 17:40:46 GMT -5
collidedConfirming that what Harlow had said matched with the information on the computer, Mateo was satisfied. He always did wonder why it would be so important to go over those details. Maybe it was naรฏve of him to think so, but he couldnโt understand why anyone would try to take someone elseโs orders or medication when it came to that. What use could someone have for impersonating someone else? It wasnโt as if anything that came out of this shop was seriously dangerous, not like an enchanterโs. Sure some things could be dangerous in the wrong hands, but you could say that about pens and pencils. And regardless, the majority of their clientele her were old ladies or people who needed a little help with this or that skin condition or cough. Anything given to the wrong recipient was unlikely to do any damage anyhow.
He was surprised that Harlow did actually have something more for him. Mateo had come to ask his questions merely out of habit, and expected employee curtesy. Typically everyone simply came to either drop off or pick up what they needed, if they werenโt the younger school children who came in looking to waste time after school by examining their more fun concoctions and then leaving without buying anything. The inquiries whenever they came up while surprising, did excite Mateo.
Mateo slumped on the counter, propping his face up with his fist, elbow resting on the top of the bench as he thought. He hummed a low note, potential ideas passing his mind.
โMy knowledge is more medicinal when it comes to plants. What can be used in this amount before its dangerous, what is going to make something flare up rather than soothe it. General toxicity for animals thoughโฆโ he trailed off a moment. Mateo didnโt really question anything, thinking the question to be perfectly reasonable. โYouโre probably better off finding someone to work you a spell or charm that makes your cat to not eat anything in a particular bowl, but as for children I guess you canโt really do that. Particular lilies are toxic to cats in general without eating them, which Iโm sure youโd know if youโd done your research.โ
He frowned. โStuff like Monkshood is pretty rough, but raw it tends to taste bad enough so kids should just spit it out if they do try to shove it in their mouths. Oleander too is real nasty, but itโs a pretty plant so you probably want to keep it on a high shelf if youโre getting bored with the safer varieties and really want to be bringing poisonous plants into the house.โ Mateo shrugged. To him, it was like just donโt do it in the first place if you thought there was going to be a risk. โI suppose with plants at least, youโre not going to roll over and die instantaneously, so you have some time for symptoms to show. Unless youโre plotting to kill your nieces and nephews then just donโt dismiss any kind of vomiting as a simple stomach bug or anything.โ
While Mateo had talked his gaze had been mostly distant, sweeping past Harlow and out to the further reaches of the shop, his eyes drifting past their own decorative hanging plants. Any medicinal ones they kept out the back for easy access. But now as heโd finished, he straightened up as if coming back to himself, and he looked at Harlow once more. โDoes that help you any?โ he asked.
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Post by ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใ on Jun 13, 2019 17:41:46 GMT -5
desdemonaโYou have a fair point,โ Samar conceded. She knew what he said was true. Even becoming an officer in attempting to chase a sort of justice was fruitless in this city, when half the cops turned blind eye by being in the pockets of one gang or another and the other half who werenโt were merely incompetent. โYou donโt want to be tied to anyone?โ She asked, somewhat surprised.
The conversation at least was an easy distraction. As often as Samar wallowed in her pain for hours when it became this severe, merely waiting for it to go away, being with someone during it always helped because they were distracting. Not thinking about the bane was always one way to make it lessen and even though the sun burned at her eyes and made the stabbing in her head worse, just talking and focusing on listening to the sound of somebodyโs voice, concentrating on their words and then forming her own coherent reply back was what successfully combatted the strain.
Relief flooded through Samar when the apartment was indeed not far. It wasnโt that sheโd though he was lying, merely that peopleโs perspective of what constituted a short or long distance often wildly varied. She found the building and subsequent apartment charming. From his words, it was clear that he lived alone but still ensured to keep a room for guests, a kind of consideration that Samar never would have thought to have.
โCute place,โ she commented as she took it all in, scoping out the surrounding rooms. It was all very mundane, nothing that screamed gang affiliation or psycho killer. If Samar had been less inhibited she probably would have been a bit more rational about accepting offers from strangers, but she was here now, and it seemed to have worked out for her. โIโll take the couch if you donโt mind,โ she said. โLike you said, I'd prefer to keep an eye on the door if thatโs ok with you."
Even though Samar felt weird imposing on a near strangerโs apartment, only to be left there alone, she wasnโt going to stop him from doing what he needed to do. โYou can go if you want,โ she told him as she sunk down in the plush couch, resting her head against the back of it. โDo the rounds, make sure everyone else is alright, bee a good samaritan.โ Her words held no bite, was simply a statement of facts. โIโll just be here."
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Post by desdemona on Jun 13, 2019 18:11:06 GMT -5
soon i will reply! ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jun 13, 2019 19:14:30 GMT -5
ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใ so ill do a thing where he leaves and comes back, what should happen then would samar still be there? ]]
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Post by ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใ on Jun 13, 2019 19:24:07 GMT -5
[thats fine me with! I donโt mind the direction we take it in, if you want to explore other characters and plots we can end this here, or she can still be there waiting as well. I donโt really have any ideas as to where to go from here sorry ^^โ]
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Post by desdemona on Jun 13, 2019 20:01:29 GMT -5
no thats fine! i might not respond right away cause my back is sad ]]
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Post by Amber on Jun 14, 2019 2:25:02 GMT -5
"Sounds good," she replied with a nod. It was a fair deal and getting paid for new information was a nice bonus as well. After a moment of silence, her employer introduced himself. Elwyn's blood froze as she eyed รmile. So not only was she offered a job from a Fouriner, it was one of the owners! She gritted her teeth and sighed, but tried not to show her distaste too much.
After a moment of mulling it over, Elwyn nodded once more. "Yeah, I'm taking the job." It was against her better judgement to agree, after all she could get caught in whatever crossfire that was to come. However the prospect of learning the inner workings of Ver Tahesh was worth it. The job was also clearly important to รmile, which could prove useful. "So why me? There are plenty of other thieves and grifters out there who could give you what you need." She was genuinely curious. There were probably hundreds of thieves and grifters within the city. At least a handful of them were as good as her. Had they sent scouts to watch her? Did they merely hear stories of her adventures The thief had no clue, but she would certainly have to keep an eye out in the future.
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Post by collided on Jun 14, 2019 11:09:55 GMT -5
Harlow Zima : Enchanter : Ashburn Park : Mentions Mateo
Harlow nodded, glancing aside to look thoughtful. โYes, thatโs quite helpful. Iโm sorry if I wasted your time. I just realized I could just get cacti, huh? Better to be pricked than poisoned, I supposed. Higher shelving would work pretty well. Maybe a terrarium. Anyway, thank you. Nice to meet you, Mateo. Also thanks again for the meds. Fewer side effects than any non-magical ones Iโve tried. Your mentor and you have a gift there.โ He offered a wave of goodbye and then he was off, purposefully using his hands this time to leave the shop. He usually felt safe letting his chair move by itself. Habit had made him go ahead earlier. Now he was grateful he generally still wore fingerless gloves.
He wondered if he guessed right that Mateo wouldnโt notice him, not really. Not remember him for long. Flattery would help that. It usually did. Especially for the young. Sure, Mateo was probably about the same age, but younger, but Harlow has the โgiftโ of velvety, supple skin that bruised and scarred something awful, but made him look permanently youthful himself. He was sure people would still be mistaking him for a freshman college student by the time he was 40. Ignoring the fact his joints ached like he was 60.
Luckily for him, it wasnโt far to the Ashburn Park Sade house. The sidewalk was pretty level too. In his mind, he considered what Mateo had said. He also remembered in his head a botany student in his year. Few people had gotten along with her. Sheโd talked to plants like they were people, so therefore she was โweirdโ. Heโd just been curious. He remembered her complaining to him about how badly the college was landscaped and how poorly they managed weeds. โOne time, I even saw people burn poison ivy! Can you believe that? They ended up in the hospital hacking up their lungs.โ Poison ivy was everywhere and had no paper trail. That could work. Better than just inducing vomiting, certainly.
As is, the safehouse was also a front, a touristy mineral store called the Rock Shoppe. One he enjoyed, but he was pretty sure the owners disliked him. Maybe detested him. They had made a mistake. You were supposed to put all minerals through a test for magical energy. They had cut corners. Someone had been maimed, a faction member too. So now the owners, Debbie and Jonathan, owes them a great debt. One that couldnโt exactly be repaid in money.
Going through the door, he caught Debbieโs sour look. She was a heavier middle-aged woman, white but somehow almost always with a sunburn. Short puffs of blonde hair. As usual, she was wearing florals. He didnโt dislike her on the contrary. She knew an absurd amount regarding the minerals he frequently used. She was just cheap.
He looked into the glass cases. All kinds of jewelry, small polished stones, little carved stones like hearts or animals, even replica arrowheads. Around the front shop, there were larger pieces, geodes and abstract-shaped minerals. There were raw stones, pick your own from a heap in a wooden crate. Towards the back, the less visually interesting but rarer specimens.
โWhat do you want?โ Debbie asked, retail voice inactive.
โHow about some arrowheads?โ he replied.
Not caring too much but also imagining enchanting them to be drawn through anything white. Like white suits. He just wasnโt sure what the collateral damage would be. He did still need to โbuyโ something. Less conspicuous. She just handed them over, huffing.
โHas anyone else been through?โ he asked, looking at the curtain leading to the storage rooms and stairs.
โJust one. Left blood on the floor. Someone will clean that up, right?โ
โOf course.โ Probably not. โAnything else?โ
Debbie handed him a slip of paper. He saw a familiar scrawl. To anyone else, it would make no sense, but he recognized the code. A place to regroup, he imagined. Surviving Ver Tahesh. This was good. They had to determine who all was now in charge and what their next plan would be. He just tried to ignore how many familiar faces he wouldnโt see again. Outside of a funeral, if they could even manage open casket.
โThanks, Debbie.โ
โThank me by leaving us the hell alone.โ
โIโll make online orders, okay? We still need your help. You know why. If the Fourniers come here, or you see them, call. If you donโtโโ
โIโm aware. Now get out.โ
He got out. He took the time to drop by that overpriced cafe, get some food. Waited on a ride that would actually fit the wheelchair. He always wondered if the taxi or ride-share drivers were snitches, but he also realized as always, the wheelchair obscured him. Maybe it would be fine. Heโd get himself dropped off a few blocks away. Then heโd see how many others had survived and gotten the message.
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Post by desdemona on Jun 14, 2019 12:01:28 GMT -5
good day! ]]
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Post by collided on Jun 14, 2019 12:27:59 GMT -5
Edit: Phone spelling errors and re-read some prior posts for better context.
Jeanne Beck : Regeneration : Tenderloin
Jeanne was a big believer in balance. Most of the Spades knew it, especially the higher ups and her crew. By now, some would mockingly repeat back to her, โThree or more is competition. Two is war. One is dictatorship.โ Unlike most, she wasnโt hugely ambitious about the Spades gaining more territory. This put her sometimes at odds with the leadership, but later sometimes theyโd realize her restraint had been the better choice. Besides being somewhat unusually powerful for a Spade, this is what got her a spot above foot soldier. It had taken awhile. Well, awhile for her. Sheโd joined up as a teen with a spiked bag and wanted to rain destruction on those she hated. Eventually sheโd learned patience. If she wanted power, she had to learn patience. She had to accept balance. They had vast numbers, sure, but running her crew as Captain was like herding cats. She could paraphrase too: โTo keep a secret between two men, one man had to be dead.โ She forgot whoโd said that, but as it was? Their greater numbers meant secrets leaked like water through a sieve. It was difficult to accomplish anything. Eventually sheโs gotten a more unique position: managing bodyguards for the higher ups, herself often joining them in that role. She also managed a larger crew, but the subset was easier to control. A few useful bruisers with fast reflexes and no issue taking a bullet if needed. Hard to find, but apparently being suicidally an adrenaline junkie wasnโt unique to her. They just had a bigger risk. Whereas sometimes she felt like those functionally immortal jellyfish. Nothing was big enough, daring enough, and now she was left being an often unheeded advisor.
She knew the Fourniers had been planning something. Their territories didnโt much overlap, but it was obvious. The rumor millโs sense of impending doom has made her increase all security, try to stop up all the holes a killer could slip through here. Instead theyโd just gone after Ver Tahesh first and Jeanne had the distinct impression the higher ups might have known, but avoided telling her. Because she knew well enough if that cult fell, the Fourniers would come after them next. There would be no peace. It would go from skirmishes and occasional deaths to war for them too. It was a bad plan. They should have aided Var Tahesh or at least meddled enough to hurt both of them. Instead the Shah was dead and a whole lot of them too, and if they didnโt bounce back, the Fourniers would have the option of eradicating the Spades bit by bit. They had numbers, sure, but they were disorganized. Easy to target. Easy to remove like ripping up dandelions from a lawn. The strategy had been ridiculous. Now some Spades were dead and she wasnโt sure where she stood with surviving leadership. The Fourniers did want everything.
Which was why she was pacing at one of the more important locations of the Tenderlion, waiting for audience with someone above her. Anyone. She doubted it would do anything, but she could yell enough to feel less awful. In the meantime, she was babysitting the teen daughter of one of them, Victoria. Kept away from the windows, busy on her smart phone SnapChatting and shopping for expensive foreign clothing apparently. Jeanne didnโt bother to stay away from the dirty windows. She watched the rooftops across. She looked down at the pothole dotted street, like pox marks, and the extensive littering. She eyed the buildings: bars from Irish to Western saloon, strip clubs, a casino, and currently dark clubs. People moved across the street, scurrying quickly like rats, and the cars slowly trudged through traffic, honking. In many ways, the Tenderloin was terrible. Somehow she could overlook it and consider how much better this was than the alternative. At least people were honest about their vices here. They didnโt lie and try to avoid the fact they enjoyed losing all their money on blackjack or finding a woman in leather boots whoโd whip them until they bled. Honesty was the best policy, wasnโt it? She accidentally knew far, far too much, but at least she knew. Like she knew Victoria was being babysat because sheโd had a โpregnancy scareโ with some dealer and Daddy wasnโt happy. So now Jeanne has one of the most boring jobs in one of the most vicious but interesting recent wars. It was pathetic. They needed to let her do something. Maybe since Ver Tahesh was laid low, they could offer help at a steep price. Gain more ground in Radial City and the Bowery. She had so many ideas if someone would just listen. The problem was, of course, no Spade wanted to work with VT and the Fourniers had already began their grab. She wasnโt sure if they could avoid dictatorship now. Especially with that sniper they now had hold over. Somehow Jeanne also doubted theyโd just let her go try and get rid of that problem. It was a pity. She felt pretty murderous today. It was an ongoing massacre. It had to be stopped. Balance had to be returned, even if the city was always unsteady, this was far worse.
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Post by collided on Jun 14, 2019 12:33:10 GMT -5
(Howdy. How are you? Hope youโre doing well. My backโs a mess, but Iโm mostly good. Iโm trying to put up starters and move plot along lol. Iโve been working on some interesting extra minor characters and trying to think on NPCs. Of course, I want everyone involved in filling out major players too. Spades leadership, Var Taheshโs competition with Harlow for new leadership roles lol, and so on. Iโve been surprisingly active tbh but I guess Iโve been avoiding flareups or daily stresses of chronic illness on vacation. Idek how but nice, nice. I guess even if I wrote for higher up characters, they could always die or be claimed by someone else if I get swamped. I dunno. Guess weโll see who wants what and if new folks join soon. Hope so b/c the concept is awesome and everyone needs to enjoy fantasy crime RP heh.)
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Post by desdemona on Jun 14, 2019 12:54:24 GMT -5
my back is better than yesterday but we shall see
youre doing a lot of work and i thank you for that, it means a lot unfortunately with these sorts of things, you know, it might be overwhelming or too much lit requirement for people thank u for the compliment! ]]
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Post by collided on Jun 14, 2019 13:28:29 GMT -5
Isaac Garcia : Animal Magic : Bowery
Today he was remembering his mother not wanting him to go to the city. Heโd been so hopeful. Big city, full of new experiences and stories. Heโd felt smothered at home. He longed for the skyscrapers and urban atmosphere of movies. Heโd been stupidโwell, okay, ignorant and naive. Heโd started out in a crappy Radial City apartment where weird people had tried to recruit him to undermine gangs. Mostly people who were clearly high. It had given him the creeps. Heโd managed to move to the Bowery where heโd gotten a new job, a dog boarding and training facility by a small park. His parents had also told him to ignore his useless, odd powers and go and become a doctor or a lawyer. They never seemed to get he was never going to have the grades for it. As is, even in the Bowery heโd seen stuff that made him feel uncomfortable to having his stomach churn, but heโd gotten used to it all. He threw himself into his work, which was awesome, and he fostered cute little puppies for the animal shelter. His coworkers were like him mostly, just bleeding hearts. Some of them, however, seemed to not care at all for the human residents. Some were jaded overall. Heโd tried to avoid it, but every time heโd seen a Spade tattoo or someone in a fancy suit that didnโt fit the weather or the dress code, he couldnโt help but feel disgusted. He knew he had no right, but every time when he realized, his hackles rose. Metaphorically. The resistance types werenโt much better, but it was all just so...strange. None of the violence seemed worth it. So much seemed random. He began to wonder if the jaded ones were right and humans maybe just werenโt worth it.
All of that had been on his mind when that Shah guy got killed. Then apparently there was a big gang thing in Radisl City, so he was luckily removed from there. All of it had felt separate from him and unimportant. Then there was today. No matter how much he tried to think of his family, his old home, his new one, his job, all of itโhis brain looped back. A smell, horrendous to him but somehow also appealing deep, deep, so many layers to it from sweat to iron to feces to something sickly sweet. A taste like undercooked meat, like blood, like when heโd gotten his lip split. Heโd wandered, aimless, with his work shut down today over somethingโmaybe the gangs. He didnโt know. He didnโt ask. Heโd burned his tongue half off on tea heโd had at home, but heโd had no coffee, so now he was waiting in line, wishing heโd vomit but unwilling to make himself do it, and trying to buy a piping hot espresso acidic enough to get rid of it. Maybe it would mask the smell. His nose felt so sensitive, even here. The other people in line. Too much perfume or cologne, too much patchouli, someone was on their period and he tried to avoid recognizing who, and the stink of a guy in athletic wear who had been in the park, maybe running, before he got here. It sort of helped. It didnโt make him hungry. He considered ordering food, anything vegetarian, get that odd sensation of knowing and tasting and almost desiring more in the depths of the base brain, out of him. Somehow. Any way.
Then his senses got dragged away. Something felt wrong and in his paranoia, he almost growled at nothing and no one. No, no, there. He still had a smell, even if he seemed less real than anyone else in the cafe. He smelled like sugar, chocolate, and faintly of alcohols. He thought he remembered him from some bar heโd been dragged too. It didnโt matter, but he didnโt like it.
โSir? Whatโs your order?โ
Slowly he turned, realizing heโd ended up first in line. Behind him, people grumbled and huffed. The barista smiled stiffly.
โUh. Espresso? Wait, double espresso. No milk. Um.โ He glanced wildly at the options. โA scone?โ
โThatโll be...โ
He handed over the money, big enough top to make up for his lingering, and waited on his order at the counter. He considered how strange it was to realize someone had magic in public. You know, just using it always, maybe on accident, like how today he couldnโt stop the bond link even though it was the worst thing heโd ever seen. Which was impressive considering too many people left their dogs in their bedrooms or bathrooms regardless of activity or nakedness. He could even smell himself. His hair wasnโt dry from his hot shower to cold shower attempt at purging his brain. He still smelled faintly of wet dog. He hoped no one else could tell. He hoped no one else would startle him when he felt somewhere between himself and a dog with a bone they would not be giving up to anyone. A bone whose origin he did not want to consider but couldnโt help but consider.
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Post by Amber on Jun 14, 2019 19:27:53 GMT -5
collided, do you want to do something with my other character Pryderi? He's an accountant for the Fouriners and in his late 60's.
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Post by desdemona on Jun 14, 2019 19:59:22 GMT -5
Amber i may respond tonight, and same to you ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใsorry for not doing it earlier ]]
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Post by Amber on Jun 14, 2019 20:16:00 GMT -5
(No worries I've taken a few days to reply before.)
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Post by desdemona on Jun 14, 2019 22:31:37 GMT -5
--ezra bishara ; bodyguard
He had assumed. Besides, for Samar, it would likely be weird to relax in a stranger's bed, even if it was for guests. Ezra had no issue leaving her here, however, since it was safer and she needed rest anyway. So he bid her farewell, told her where he kept the Advil, and left again.
When he came back, he was significantly more depressed, which only presented itself in the way his eyes sort of unfocused, his posture was more sunken. Immediately he when to make more coffee, mouth pressed into a think line. The problem with his magic, his dark magic, was that he could only see the memories of the living. Every time he looked at someone, everywhere he looked, he saw thousands of boxes like screens surrounding and covering each person, screens he could all hear and focus on, pull up from others, navigate, even though it was a blaring cacophony of often times disturbing memories. It was hard to have a clean past here, it was hard to be unaffected, to have no tragic backstory. The worst part, for Ezra, was seeing a body. Because he could see them, just them, nothing else. And that was it, so empty, void of a past. The memories were like a heartbeat through his eyes. And bodies were now lifeless in not just the physical sense, but that he couldn't see anything that made them human anymore. The coffee finished and he poured himself a mug, drinking it not only hot but black, before he remembered he brought someone home earlier.
ัฮฑฯฮทั๏ฝกใ
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Post by desdemona on Jun 14, 2019 22:40:24 GMT -5
--emilien fournier ; fournier owner
He knew she was not happy about knowing his identity, about realizing she was making a deal with not just a Fournier but the Fournier. Or at least, one out of two. But he was already aware she would be displeased and that she would take the job anyway. "Why indeed?" he asked, reaching out towards the front seat with no actual effort put in to stretching. The driver handed him a briefcase with one hand, and Emilien put it in his own lap before he opened it. The case was enchanted, actually, so only a select few could open it. Anyone else would think it was an unpickable locked case. There was cash inside. "I can't say I have a great answer for you, Miss Stardust. It could have been anyone else, but you were chosen. Here," he said, lifting his gaze to hers again as he offered her a stack of hundreds. "Twenty five up front, we'll give you the rest later, and the bonuses as information comes." He also removed a necklace, something that looked boho in nature--a blue stone on a leather cord. It was also enchanted. "If you need something or have found something, squeeze this. Someone will find your promptly." They had needed her DNA to enchant it to her specifically, but he didn't say that. Everyone with long hair lost a few daily, anyway, so it wasn't hard.
Amber
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Post by desdemona on Jun 14, 2019 22:46:44 GMT -5
also collided, harlow's a resourceful person, i think he'd know who to go for information; that, or he'd find out easy ]]
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Post by desdemona on Jun 14, 2019 22:58:01 GMT -5
--kai nicollier ; informant
The problem with being who he is was that Kai was... paranoid. Or attentive, depending how you saw it. It helped in both his jobs, and he had enough nightmares and near death experiences to justify being hyper aware of everything that was happening. Which made trying to relax in his favorite cafe a mess. There was a reason Kai didn't like leaving his home. Someone in line looked like they were bugging out of their goddamn mind--well, maybe to Kai, he might just seem unfocused to everyone else. The cashier was mildly annoyed. And sure, it was busy. Kai continued to watch the man, hair damp like he rushed here even though it was early afternoon. When he went to wait for his order, he looked around in much the same way a paranoid Kai would. He didn't like that. He was trying to read and this was putting him on edge. He wondered what would happen if he messed with the guy.
There was an episode of Doctor Who that Kai had seen once, when it was still disaster bisexual David Tennant, where something gave you four of your shadows, and that meant you were going to die. Really, it freaked him out a bit, but he'd always wanted to mess with someone like that. Kai put down his book to take his cup; sipping it as he watched the man and focused on his hand. Quickly, the shadow of his hand turned into a hand puppet--a wolf, since they were the easiest.
collided
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Post by desdemona on Jun 14, 2019 23:01:48 GMT -5
here we have kai directly trying to murder isaac, by accident ]]
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Post by collided on Jun 15, 2019 10:43:48 GMT -5
also collided, harlow's a resourceful person, i think he'd know who to go for information; that, or he'd find out easy ]] (Less so information, but more so to meet up with the other Ver Tahesh. Maybe. Assuming it wasnโt a tea if someone wants it to be. True. Heโs fairly resourceful, but also Iโm probably going to have it be like one of the few trusted people whose company he enjoyed died...days ago? So beyond Riven, heโs just personally upset. Iโm also unsure exactly how much information heโd have. Having only one other VT character insofar has made me have to guess a lot lol. Also on phone so harder to check back. What timeline and info should he have atm? Also lol over poor Isaac. Iโll try to reply with him soon. Hurry up and wait at airport but Iโve got two hours so assuming I can make my blood pressure stop freaking out, Iโll be able to think IC.)
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Post by desdemona on Jun 15, 2019 10:46:05 GMT -5
oh i mean that he would be able to discover Serpent relatively easily and seek kai out for knowledge kai would be like. *loudly sips end of drink with straw* wheres the cash and then possibly send him to ezra ]]
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Post by collided on Jun 15, 2019 11:27:23 GMT -5
oh i mean that he would be able to discover Serpent relatively easily and seek kai out for knowledge kai would be like. *loudly sips end of drink with straw* wheres the cash and then possibly send him to ezra ]] (Oh yeah, true. Itโs not like he wants for money. Heโs got the cash lol. I guess he could try seeking out the Serpent first rather than go to any supposed meeting? Not exactly a strict timeframe there, Iโd wager. โIf you arenโt dead, get in contact.โ Time to make sure he had some idea of what he was rolling into. Coup? Trap? Actual honest for once attempt at regrouping without (probably painful) loyalty test? Heh.)
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Post by desdemona on Jun 15, 2019 11:34:11 GMT -5
yeah! and if you want certain things to happen, tell me ]]
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Post by collided on Jun 15, 2019 11:43:28 GMT -5
Isaac Garcia : Animal Magic : Bowery : Mentions Kai Nicollier
As he was waiting for his order to come up, heโd glanced back over towards the shadowy stranger only to have his heart lurch in his chest. At first, all he could notice was what appeared to be a wolf shadow puppet. He stepped back. He felt rather than saw his nails thicken and darken, turning toward claws, and he scrambled for pockets. No pockets. Armpits then, like his arms were crossed. He tried to take deep breaths, try to ignore the fact his teeth had lengthened and his irises were probably larger. Nobody would notice. Everyone only focused on themselves in the city. Except this guy because...Isaac had looked at him? Noticed him? Apparently that was enough but how the hell did he know? There was no way he could know, right? He hadnโt told anyone except his boss? Right?
Again he had to be reminded he had ordered coffee. He grabbed his order, ignoring receding claws and the heat of the paper cup, and weighed his options. Instinct suggested he should either punch the guy or run, but those werenโt normal human behaviors. Even here. The city was weird, but still. He also obviously couldnโt punch someone because gangs were everywhere and heโd end up arrested or, you know, very dead. So he had to pretend it was totally fine this stranger was doing a magic show. Everyone had magic. Maybe the guy just liked wolves. Wolves were cool. Lots of people liked them. Coincidence.
Still some anger kept him on edge. He wouldnโt sit with his back to the guy, or the door. Heโd intended to just leave. Now he felt trapped, and angry. It was a distraction but the fight/flight was overlapping with something else, some hehe to run but run in a specific direction. He needed to stay here. He needed to keep the distraction going. Keep the bond feeling weak, like a thread rather than a rope dragging him along. So he sat at a table near the strange shadow puppet guy and just nodded at him in greeting.
โNice trick,โ he said, voice unsteady, too rough. โFan of wolves?โ
His teeth normal again but something felt wrong. Deeply wrong. Churning in his gut. Maybe that bone hadnโt agreed with his linked dog. Or maybe it was the stress. He had a lot of the stress. He was sweating some even in this air conditioned building, but at least he could still sweat. Heโs felt almost as if heโd turn completely like he was a kid, that he wouldnโt have been able to hold back the tide. His heart was still beating too fast. Not the caffeine heโd already got in. His drink wouldnโt help, sure, but whatever. Didnโt matter. The iron taste was coming back so he ripped off a piece of the scone to eat.
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Post by collided on Jun 15, 2019 11:48:31 GMT -5
yeah! and if you want certain things to happen, tell me ]] (Hmm. How would you suggest him trying to get in contact? He wouldnโt be so ridiculous to try at the bar like prior reckless character, but tech is...risky. I can only imagine the enchantments required for adequate virus and big protection. Harlow would be weird enough to try it but more complicated electronics or items with electricity/fire/explosion potential he usually avoids messing with due to an accident in university. That is, he might have traded work with someone else. Also cheap phones are replaceable for experimentation. Or would he be able to get in contact using VT cred through some channel to the Serpent? Whereas Isaac is now obliviously bothering the Serpent oh no Isaac you need to learn more human social cues.)
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