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Genevieve Alleron


Location; Washington Square
Interacting With;@ihinka





The strange glow to the woman's eyes didn't go entirely unnoticed, though the haze of a full day's work had been wearing on her. She had been on her feet for hours, most of it standing around and pretending to be interested in something or another, and so her normally intensely keen awareness was dulled. It looked entirely for a moment like the ethereal glow of a transformed werewolf, and in the back of her mind she could already feel a creeping paralyzation start before it was gone. Genevieve blinked a few times, wondering if she was just seeing things, watching the woman for a moment before filing it away to think on later. She had initiated contact, so it would be rather uncouth of her to break away just because she felt a bit off.

"That's implying of course that you could land such a hit." A light tease, if a bit awkward. Conversation was not one of her many skills, and it had shown in their previous few interactions. She tried to keep things quick and short, anything that required more than a moment's thought or attention had invariably led to her stumbling over herself. Unless of course, she was in one of those very particular moods that required an extended chewing out. Blaine didn't deserve such a conversation though, not yet at least.

At the rate they were going, it might be a long time yet. Genevieve wondered on that, on why she seemed to tolerate this person more so than others. It was quite clear at times that there was a little something more to her, but she never was sure of it, and she didn't want to pry. Neither of them did. She had been rather sparse with the details of her life, enough that being acquaintances warranted, but no more. They shared a military background, one green and the other blue water. Genevieve didn't fully trust her to the point to discuss the extended history she had there, but maybe in time.

"My excuse was being hired by the city as private security. They needed a few plain clothes to keep an eye out for trouble." Luckily there had been rather little of that, except for the one hoodlum. With how close much of the community was, such things were generally relegated to outsiders. "Been around since sun-up with the people setting everything up. Was on my way out when I noticed you walking by, thought I would say hello."

A thought that she still wasn't sure on, if she was being honest with herself. This woman was in many ways like herself it seemed, but also very different. Her smile came easy and she appeared to be able to find joy out of things she was uncomfortable with. Not so for Genevieve, who was visibly irritated with the crowd. It wasn't just because of the multitude of people though, she had seen more than one known vampire, and a couple wolves of the local pack. They had been showing signs of discomfort, likely because of whatever spell was on the square.

She had felt it as well, but it was more like a soft background noise instead of whatever it might have been for those supernaturals. Likely because of what kind of magic it was. At least she was sure it was magic of some kind. Only one other time did she experience something like this, two years ago when a foreign witch had come through town on her way up north. Her work had been on rituals and blessings to keep other supernaturals away, as well as what she called people "with bad intentions". That one had never been clear, but she didn't really bother asking too many questions and just told the witch to get out of town as soon as she could.

Those kind of people brought only trouble with them, as it seemed that not only were they hunted by the Hunters, but also by her own kind. Her thoughts were drifting though, and she reigned them in as soon as she noticed, meeting Blaine's eyes with her own and allowing the barest hint of a smirk to grace her lips.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to stick around, though might have to hit up one of the food stalls first. Been a long day on my feet, and with little to eat."
As a note for anyone who is waiting for the full round to cycle before posting, you don't have to. There isn't a posting order yet, so feel free to post back and forth with each other as much as you like, so long as you're not doing big town-affecting actions :v
Also a reminder for people to check their PMs for the discord invite :v
Genevieve Alleron


Location; Washington Square
Interacting With;@ihinka





Even with the clouds out and threatening to quite literally rain on the parade, it seemed the people would not be deterred and were out in force. Mostly normal humans such as herself, but behind the darkened lenses of her aviators, Genevieve spotted more than one known supernatural. She let them have their day in the sun though, and those few who recognized the huntress merely noted her presence before quickly going about their business. It had gone round once or twice by now that she was notoriously… Forgiving of those who didn't set out to cause trouble. The vampire owner of the Indo bar in particular was fond of remarking on how terrible of a hunter she was.

Yet for all that, she was still a hunter. She still had the skills and tools to strike down the supernatural wherever it may fester. Just a few days ago she reminded some werewolves of that fact. They had been fighting among themselves, ripping each other apart in the forest right behind her home. For that mistake one of them paid with their life. The others managed to escape into the woods but not without injury. Only two really mattered to her though, the large brawler of a werewolf that had obviously started the skirmish, and the white one. If it wasn't a foul monster, and she didn't have a deathly fear of them, she might find it beautiful. At least until a silver bullet went through it and painted it's fur an ugly crimson.

That was what truly ended the battle, the tactical application of silver. While they could have all surely turned on her and ended her life right there, she had instilled in them the very same fear that she had of them. This time she had won out, proving herself the more viable threat and using her confidence as a weapon to make them rethink such a tactic. She knew she was lucky though, and the thought nagged at her continuously on her walk home that night, until she managed to pass out as usual. Damn this town and all the wolves in it. The vamps left her well enough alone, and most managed to stay under the radar, same for the witches. Werewolves though, it wasn't enough that she had her own reasons for despising them all, but they always seemed to be causing some kind of trouble.

Speaking of, she put eyes on a boy who seemed to be acting a bit twitchy. Younger, had a look of discomfort about him and was trying to avoid bringing attention to himself. Unfortunately for him, she knew how much that worked against someone even under normal circumstances. It was one of the first things she learned in special activities, and what they drilled her on the most. Never act like you're not supposed to be somewhere, like you don't want someone to see you. Confidence is the most powerful weapon a spy can have, and it can deflect suspicious eyes far better than any other infiltration technique.

Genevieve detached herself from the leaning position against the side of the stand, she didn't even know which one it was, there were dozens. Wearing plain clothes made her blend easily into the crowds, and her confident measured steps placed her behind the boy without gaining immediate attention. From there it was just a matter of glancing around at the stalls as if she actually had intentions of purchasing their wares. He was just five meters ahead, still looking out of place as he stepped closer to the stand for a local jeweler. Ugh, just a petty thief.

Not even a good one either, she had spotted the not very subtle swipe of the peridot rings from between eight people and across the street. Once more he was on the move, if he was smart to get off the street and a clean getaway. Such was what she was hoping for, and was where she would take him down. Honestly, when she agreed to work private security for the city she hadn't actually expected to do more than stand next to some stalls and pretend to be interested while watching people. She did end up starving just as she knew she would. Damn fairs and all of their fried food. A drink and something incredibly unhealthy would do her some good, but first the thief.

Much to her surprise, he turned down the way and between two stalls, putting him in the next street over and towards the exit of the square. That made everything easier for her, and she preferred things easy. Genevieve put a little more hustle in her step, passing by a few vampires who were out quite early for their kind, and a rather scruffy looking man talking to a younger boy. None of them mattered, she was on the hunt now. One hand rested on the concealed holster at her hip, the other she used to gently make a path through people. There he was.

She made her move, putting some power into the balls of her feet as she rounded the corner behind the storefronts, and colliding with him quite heavily. They both went to the ground in the shade of the backways, him hitting face-first against the pavement with a pained gasp, and her using him to cushion her own landing.

"Be silent and still, and you might walk away without cuffs."

No one ever cooperated. Ever. He struggled anyways, though she was pinning him to the ground with one hand, and frisking him with the other. The questing hand found what she was looking for in the pocket of his jacket, a pair of rings and several other items from other stalls.

"H-hey! Those are mine, I paid for them!" Her hand came around the back of his head with the flat of her palm, cutting off whatever retort he had next for her.

"I watched you pocket the rings, not very well either. Besides, if you bought them, the why do all of them still have price tags attached?"

That made him go quiet. It was policy for the shops to remove tags from merchandise or put a red mark through them when purchased. Sure, it was easy enough for someone to just rip the tags off themselves, but that required a little more thought than it seemed this hoodlum was capable of.

"These people all work hard to make things like what you stole, think about that next time you feel it might be a good idea to steal. Now get lost, and if I catch you again I'm breaking your legs."

In a single move she was back on her feet, leaning against a stand and watching him get to his with a bit more effort. He turned and glared down at her, something she hadn't realized when she was tackling him to the ground. There was a decent enough size difference between the two, and it seemed he realized that as well for a moment until the outline of her pistol was made evident. That was enough to deter him, and send him on his way. Damn, that had almost moved in a direction very different from easy.

With that bit of her job done, she made her rounds of the square, returning each of the items with the thanks of their makers. Few had even noticed the tussle, most too involved in the celebration to notice anything other than their own happiness. Something she was keen to get to for herself in a way, heading up to the security booth and checking in for the day. She had been there since set up, and was in dire need of food, a drink and just not being here in general. Too many people in too small a place, and that was something she absolutely preferred not to be involved in.

It was distracting in its own way though, and without a hard focus to set her mind on she slowly drifted as she walked through the crowds. Perhaps she would linger for another hour or so, maybe even glance over the shops for their product this time, instead of potential thieves. A few minutes passed and she didn't even notice, just absent-mindedly wandering. Fried food was everywhere of course, and it was calling her with a fierce temptation. A smirk threatened to show itself on her lips as she thought that at least she was armed to fight it off. Instead she found the stall for the local delicatessen, getting herself a light sandwich to at least try and eat somewhat healthy for once.

She allowed herself to relax a little, taking in her surroundings as she sat at a picnic table in the square, placed there for the convenience of those partaking in the food stalls. Craftsmen from all over town had come here for Founder's Day, selling their wares and showing off what Salem had to offer for tourists and locals alike. Trinkets of all kinds adorned many, everything from carpentry to taxidermy(thankfully limited that one). A short breeze brought the smell of scented candles to her, a mixture of apple cinnamon for the approaching holidays and the last of their summer flavors. One in particular stood out, a somewhat fruity one that reminded her of-

"Hey Vi!"

"What?!"

"What about Tahiti? It's a magical place!"


Genevieve got up with a start, her eyes searching for ways out even as the memory played itself out in her head. The smell of tropical beaches turned swiftly to that of arid mountains and cordite. She managed to find herself a place out of the way and away from other people so she could center herself, taking in deep breaths and quietly counting backwards from a hundred until her heartbeat stabilized. In just that scant moment she had went from calm to somewhat panicked, though she kept it hidden well enough that no one seemed to have noticed. Perks of a large crowd and more interesting things to look at.

"Damn it. Why now?"

She hadn't thought of those times in quite a while, and almost thought herself over it all. The steel of a pressed tag was cold against her chest, two of them dangling from a light chain. Her own dog tags, and those of the last person to truly be close to her. Something had changed in her life to make her look back on a part of her life she tried to look past. Her instincts were telling her that she had made a mistake somewhere, that she needed to cut it out. A growing sensation of weakness formed, and she couldn't shake the feeling. What she needed right now was a distraction, and anything would do. Perhaps taking one of these vampires aside and instilling the fear of Hunters into them would correct her mood? No, it was far too public and they could just make a scene out of it.

Blaine Moore happened to move past her line of sight at just that moment. Though for all she wanted to seek out what had brought her low in that moment, that this new "friend" might be the source didn't even come to mind. She was odd enough, a bit of a strangeness to her that Genevieve couldn't quite place. It had nagged on her ever since their first encounter in the bar, and perhaps it was that curiosity that led her to reach out. Friends wasn't really something that she specialized in, but the carpenter had been understanding and kept enough of a distance to keep her comfortable, but still make her presence known.

It was incredibly odd for her, and she wasn't sure why she had bothered to keep this connection, much less allow it to fester and grow. Nor was she quite sure why she chose to leave her relatively isolated spot out of the crowds, and start walking towards the woman. Genevieve walked with a bit of an impatient lean, but she was on the hunt and it never occurred to her to call out while on approach. Instead she subconsciously wove her way subtly through the crowds and padded all the way up to the side of Blaine before speaking.

"Didn't think this was your kind of event, Blaine." She spoke softly, as there was no need of it for how close she had gotten. Sometimes it was a good thing she didn't care for people, as with her remarkable ability to blend with a crowd and silent step, she could get herself into a lot of trouble sneaking up on people.
October 26th, 15:00
Lundgrau Special Operations Center, Utah





Twenty three men and women sat around the conference table, another fourteen listening in through the phone at the center on speaker. Each of them was brought to the company a skill or knowledge that marked them out as invaluable in some way. Biochemists, physicists, engineers, two lawyers and an account, not to mention the top members of his security staff physically present. Raymond stood at the head of the table, arms folded behind his back as he allowed them all a moment to get acquainted after informing them that they were all now part of a new department. They didn't know the details quite yet, but that would come very shortly. For now, he wanted them to be comfortable with each other, because a good number of them would be seeing a lot of each other.

"I trust you all have had enough of introductions, so if we're all ready I'll move to the task at hand and explain why you are all here."

The room went silent as he spoke, an effect that came from being the most powerful person in the room and holding the fate of their jobs in his hands.

"As we are all aware, the world is changing, and in some ways it is not for the better. The rise of powered individuals such as Lady Arcana, Aquaman and Celerity have been lauded as a new age of vigilantism, but let us not ignore the consequences of such a rise. With new and greater heroes, there will always be more powerful criminals to face them. We have the late Asad to look to as our most prominent example. Through arcane means he created weapons that punched through our most advanced tanks as if they were paper. Weapons that spit starfire to melt people and vehicles. Many of the Lundgrau family lost their lives during the costly intervention in Arabia earlier this year, and I have resolved that such must not ever be allowed again."

He took a moment to pause, catch his breath and ensure they were all still with him. All of them to a man. That was good, he needed them to be on board with this, and moreso he wanted them to be inspired. Most of the people he assembled were career Lundgrau, more than one had family overseas in the intervention and that was something he took into consideration quite carefully.

"Lundgrau Applied Sciences continues to push the envelop when it comes to technology, and our recent acquisitions of Asad's magitech have proven more than enough to inspire them further… But as a few of you know, being members of LAS, there is only so much they can do. More than that, there is only so much they can do publicly."

Now that raised some eyebrows for sure, and he did his best to hide the smirk that was slowly forming.

"That is what all of you are here for. I have created a new department of Lundgrau Intelligence Services, an off the books organization that answers only to me and my inner circle. Let it be said now that anyone who is uncomfortable with such arrangements should leave now. I will not hold it against anyone who does not wish to partake in black operations. Anyone who wants to leave will retain their current position and will not be asked of this any further."

With a gesture, the security officer at the door opened it, holding it for any who wished to leave. For their credit, none immediately rose from their seats. They all talked among themselves for a moment of course, as he had just told them they would be involved in something that would answer only to him, and not be official in any way. That always implied something illegal or immoral. After a few minutes he looked up, seeing all of them still sitting and waiting for him with a look of determination on each of their faces. Better than he hoped. Far better in fact.

"Well, have to say I'm pleasantly surprised that everyone is still here. Today marks the establishment of the Metaphysical and Arcane Studies Committee. Let's get to business, there is much to discuss."

At those words, the doors sealed and the room went dark to the world.
Apparently guild only lets me create a PM group with no more than five people, so had to make two PMs :v If I've missed anyone in the splurge, I'm sure Hushed or Lion will let me know, or you know, the affected will lol.
Great, I'll set up a server real quick and PM out the invite codes to everyone.
Nice posts everyone, still working on my own though probably could have already posted what I have lol. A good question for everyone though, how would people feel about a discord for the RP? If I made one, would everyone be interested in joining it?
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Broad leaves rustled in the wind, a cool breeze coming down from the mountains to sweep gently into the valley below. Among the leaves the shadows moved ever so subtly. Careful steps avoided thicker brush and foliage on the ground, a path forming and disappearing from the ruins to a spot giving a perfect vantage point. That was where a hazy mirage formed, blurring until it dissipated and what it was obscuring was revealed. Absolution crouched low in the darkness, a metallic hand feeling the muddy ground beneath her and taking stock of how stable it would be for her.

It proved satisfactory, a clear route showing on her navigational HUD as she looked to either side. Thunderclaps above signaled the atmospheric entry of starships, and that meant she would need to expedite her preparations. The same hand that pressed into the damp earth started to lightly smear clumps across her chassis. Rust red might not be among the most obvious of colors, but it certainly wasn't a natural one when against the green backing of the jungle. More troublesome were the bare durasteel segments, those would definitely catch light and expose her position. All in all it took as long as it did for the Republic to soften the Cult's defenses.

She watched one of the other sniper positions go up in flames, the mercenaries within likely dying immediately, though a figure flailing to a messy end on the ruins below gave some grim satisfaction.

"Statement: Heh. Stupid tossers."

Just barely an hour before they had contested her idea of proper positioning, claiming that since the ruins were the likely target of any assault, then they should post up in them. She had left them to their bricks and towers, with only the cursory advisory given to the Sith leaders. The job was to defend the ruins, not die in them, and she didn't fancy getting bombed into scrap.

Landers were coming in now, and as she laid back against the incline, she steadied the long-rifle and sighted in on them. Republic troopers. The shape of their armor was unmistakable, as were the varied Jedi that led the charge among them.

"Notation: Setting target priority of enemy combatants. Jedi commanders expected to be most significant threat. Republic officers essential to leadership role on the battlefield… Hold notation."

The battle had truly begun now, with the Sith in the ruins and their mercenary cohorts disgorging to meet the assault. Her scope panned across the lower levels, watching the defense from the trench. Another droid was there, some kind of battle-droid model that she only glanced across before heading out. A few shots placed down on the front lines might be beneficial towards preserving the Cult's advantage of numbers, though she continued to recon the battle first anyways. Up top it seemed there was a more significant issue. A togruta Jedi had landed among the other sniper position in the ruins, killing the group before they were even aware of the threat. Cultist acolytes were already on their way, and she knew they would be quite remiss if she stole their kill.

"Resigned sigh." A distinctly metallic sigh followed, only the slightest hint of her synthesized voice within it.

"Notation: Target priority Republic officers and commandos. Beginning execution of targets."

Going silent, she dimmed the orange glow of her eyes, now all but invisible against the jungle earth to her back and the camouflage she draped across herself. The rifle slowly moved according to her light guidance, metal hands wrapped around the wooden stock and the scope sweeping across the battlefield. Frontline targets would have to do for now. One hand reached up and pulled the bolt back, a solid slugthrower round sliding in once it was open. With quiet precision, she slowly closed it once more and readied her finger on the trigger. There. A man without a helmet was behind the Republic lines issuing commands into a headset. The rifle let out a cough as the trigger was pulled, firing the bullet across the distance between the mountainside and the battle below. She didn't wait for confirmation of kill, getting up and engaging her stealth field as she quickly started navigated the brush to move to her second position.
In Dead 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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