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Heyo!

Errm... there's not really much to say about me tbh, I'm preeeety boring.

I'm an 18 year old student from the UK (ergo, timezone is gmt) who can mostly be found crying about uni hanging around the casual section and terrorising the kind folks over there with my... let's say rusty writing skills. As it turns out, writing nothing but scientific essays for a year takes a toll on your creativity -_- who would've guessed?

(Not me. Hence my current predicament)

Anyway, guess that's all for now, see ya!

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@RoccanIronclad Haha, I'm glad you went with the armour thing in the end then, because I was having a serious case of the 'can't thing of a cool power' brand of writer's block =P


Interested :)
@NinaDivine@2plus2isnot5

Okay, I’m gonna wait till tomorrow for y’all to get a post up before I move the story along.


Will try and get a post up asap, but feel free to move things along, this is all going rather quick for me 0-0 and I'm pretty busy at the moment so I don'the have a lot of time to write rn :/ should improve in about a week or so, but as it stands I barely have time to work on essays for uni
Will try and get a post up tommorrow




@CMDR Melander



Cyrus pharmaceuticals, huh? The name isn’t unfamiliar to Connor, though he’s more accustomed to seeing it on cheap and cheerful TV ads or the foil packaging of prescription meds than in the context of his job. It’s a big company, and big companies mean lots of money, lots of enemies, and perhaps more pressingly for Connor, lots of employees. And so, when Oscar does the inevitable and brought up employee background checks, his stomach drops. From finances to emails to social media, even cases involving tiny little companies hiring perhaps two or three people come with a comparable mountain of data to sift through, and that meant someone had to do the sifting. It’s one of the least glamorous parts of the work they do at Phoenix, albeit an important one.

Connor listens quietly as Azhar, and then Chris say their piece, the early stages of the case slotting together like a well-oiled machine. This might be one of their bigger cases, but the first steps are always the same, and by now they know them off by heart, even Azhar, who’s only been with them six months, has become an integral (albeit occasionally disquieting) part of how they work, and honestly Connor can’t think how they got on beforehand.

The thought of further violence though… not pleasant. He hopes it doesn’t get too messy, or this could end very badly for everyone involved.

He leans forward, planting his feet back on the floor and taking on a more serious tone, “I’ll get started on the background checks – anything useful I’ll send straight over.” Warily, he eyes the coffee machine in the corner of the kitchenette; chances are he’s going to need it.

“Even if Cyrus didn’t see anyone, there’s a chance that someone else did, if you turn anything up at the scene I can work with them and try and get a sketch,” he says, thinking aloud more than anything else. There’s no way this woman got in without anyone seeing, even if it was just the janitor. Find that one person, and they’re golden.

When the meeting draws to a close, Connor stands, shaking out his legs before heading to the kitchenette and pouring out a coffee into his favourite mug - it's got a snoopy cartoon on, one that never fails to brighten his day, if only a little. He watches as the team going to the scene files out to get ready, before heading to his desk in the bullpin, and sitting down in a chair that creaks beneath his weight. He fires up the the first of the databases Phoenix uses for stuff like this - they're subscribed to several, along with all the employee data Cyrus Pharmaceuticals sent them - and gets to work. This is going to be a long day.








Interacting with: @RumikoOhara


It was with a somewhat heavy heart that Dawn hauled her tattered blue no-brand holdall over her slender shoulder, and waved goodbye forever to the B&B where she’d been both living and working for the past two months. It’d been a good deal in her book – three dollars an hour under the table plus room and board, and a promise from the elderly owner not to ask any questions or spread any rumours. But still, there comes a time to leave behind even the best of arrangements, and this time, it had come in the form of the letter nestled neatly at the bottom of her bag’s front pocket.

Was registering somewhere this public a good idea considering her situation? Probably not. Was she going to do it anyway? Of course.

As stupid as it was, Dawn needed answers, and it was looking like the school, full of demigods, magicians, and people in possession of some of the most intrigueing (and useful) secrets and skills on the planet, was going to be the only place where she even stood a chance at finding them. And if she got caught? Well, it’d be worth the risk.

And so, Dawn got a taxi to the station, and payed in cash for an overnight bus to the city nearest the school. Add on a taxi to the school itself, and already over half of Dawn's last pay was gone. That was okay though, room and board was provided by the school, and as soon as she got settled in and figured out her routine, she’d start looking for a part time job in the local area.

The journey was short and sweet, and before long, the minicab was pulling away, and Dawn was standing, alone, outside the school. For a few seconds, she just stood there. Heart trembling in a way that made it difficult to distinguish whether she was excited, or nervous. Probably both, she decided, before looking down at her hand where she’d written the room number in bright pink sharpie - AR71665.

She took a moment to adjust the hem of her dress – a floral affair, with little pink roses and twisting green stems that fell short a few centimetres above her knee, topped off with a soft brown leather jacket. An ugly feeling, insecurity, twisted through her gut, much to Dawn’s dismay. She didn’t normally care what people thought of her appearance – she dressed for herself, so what did it matter if most of her wardrobe came from a charity shop, and her lipstick was two dollars from the discount store? Except… she’d just seen a woman walk past with robot suitcases of all things, and suddenly she felt about two feet tall and woefully inadequate to the task at hand.

It wasn’t a nice feeling. She was going to have to do something to fix it, and soon. And, as Dawn had quickly come to find, the best way to challenge your preconceptions about someone was to go up and talk to them. She glanced at the number on her hand again, she had no idea where this place was.

It seemed like she’d found her icebreaker.

She walked quickly to catch up with the woman, before awkwardly blurting out “H-hey, do you, err, by any chance happen to know where this room is?” She shoved her hand in the woman’s face, barely giving her time to respond,“I-it’s fine if you don’t but err, I’m kinda lost and… y’know” she trailed off, before dropping her hand and looking away awkwardly.

Agreed - especially seeing as the character in question is in a different location to most everyone else anyways
@Gilgex not an attempt at being funny, an attempt to convey a situation whilst a bit more drunk than I probably should've been, sorry
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