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5 yrs ago
@littleone - No. The world would not be better off without you. Those who know you will greatly miss you. Hang in there. Sometimes it might not seem like it but you mean a lot to those who love you.
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5 yrs ago
I'm alive. I'm going to see if I can get back into a bit more active. I have a good feeling about this year but then again, it just started so :/ lol
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5 yrs ago
Currently alive....for whatever that is worth.
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6 yrs ago
I'm in the process of moving so I'm currently a bit CrAzY at the second. Hopefully, I'll be back to normal reply schedule soon (after the move and the insanity of getting basic unpacking done)
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6 yrs ago
Been sick for two weeks. Not fun at all :/ Just FYI
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Current Status (updated 12.6.21):
I've quit my job and am currently job hunting. I'm hoping that and a few other things will help me enjoy life again.
I am around a bit though better to discuss on discord.
I'm not looking for new partners/stories at this time.
I've quit my job and am currently job hunting. I'm hoping that and a few other things will help me enjoy life again.
I am around a bit though better to discuss on discord.
I'm not looking for new partners/stories at this time.
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Roger gratefully let Bea take the drinks. He stepped in as she closed the door behind him. He looked around. It was apparent that she had been sifting through a lot of stuff. He could see stacks here and there, opened boxes and papers - more papers than one would expect. Who knew all those boxes had so much papers in them. He glanced over at Beatrix. He smiled to give her a bit of comfort. "Don't worry. We'll be able to get through it all. But first," he held up the bag. "You should eat." He smiled and handed her one of the wrapped sandwiches. "You can't do much on an empty stomach." He took the other sandwich and glanced around. There was a chair, but he left it for Bea. Spotting a pallet he made his way over to it, stepping over a couple boxes as he went. Sitting down and saying the blessing he looked over at Bea. "How did the examinations go?"
He hadn't seen her nearly all week. He had been busy with the Allure in town. Thankfully, they only had to break up a couple fights, escort a couple drunken crewmen off premises and otherwise keep the peace. But that was done now. He was free. He leaned back and listened to her talk about her finals. Some men might feel a bit intimidated by smart females. A lot of people thought that females should stick to "women" things and leave the questions of science to men. But Roger didn't care. He wasn't intimidated by Bea's intelligence. He was actually proud of her and he knew her father would be as well.
When the conversation moved back to the task at hand, he looked back at the papers. "So find anything that might give you a clue to who sent the letter for your father or anything in his notes regarding this research?" He doubted there was any notes specific. If there had been, it no doubt would have been looked through. Besides, why would Doctor Brown take the time to send a cryptic note with a partial map if he had additional information for them to easily find. The professor was smart. If he left clues, it would take some digging. Thankfully, there was two of them and Roger had all the time in the world. Well...until he ran out of rent money but he wasn't concerned.
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Axford. Axford. Estella mentally tucked the name in her mind in case she would need to remember it again. She smiled and shifted the box slightly away from the woman. "Thank you. Lead the way." She didn't hand over the box. Having worked among men so long she was used to doing things herself - and in some rarities having to prove herself. Not that she was doing that here. No it was more her job. Besides, she would feel strange letting someone else carry it leaving her to do nothing. She was a bit practical. Not to mention, this gave her an excuse to see the inside of the ship. Not that she would admit that. She hefted the box up, ignoring her arms. It wouldn't be that much longer anyway.
She followed the young woman into the airship. Estella had been on a few airships before. It was a major way of travel and she had worked on one for a short stint. But cruise airships or even freight airships like the Allure had been a lot larger. This one was nice sized for an airship but small comparatively. It had also been built to maximize space. As she made it past another very tight corner, Estella was glad the woman was taking it slow. She had been right that some of the spots were a bit tight. On her own, Estella would have been fine but with a box of parts, that were threatening to slip was a bit more tricky.
Using another tight spot as an excuse, Estella got a better grip. She was inherently lost now. She was never good with directions inside a building or airship. She was just glad her chauffeur knew the way. She was a bit focused she missed the words directed to her. "Sorry, what?"
He hadn't seen her nearly all week. He had been busy with the Allure in town. Thankfully, they only had to break up a couple fights, escort a couple drunken crewmen off premises and otherwise keep the peace. But that was done now. He was free. He leaned back and listened to her talk about her finals. Some men might feel a bit intimidated by smart females. A lot of people thought that females should stick to "women" things and leave the questions of science to men. But Roger didn't care. He wasn't intimidated by Bea's intelligence. He was actually proud of her and he knew her father would be as well.
When the conversation moved back to the task at hand, he looked back at the papers. "So find anything that might give you a clue to who sent the letter for your father or anything in his notes regarding this research?" He doubted there was any notes specific. If there had been, it no doubt would have been looked through. Besides, why would Doctor Brown take the time to send a cryptic note with a partial map if he had additional information for them to easily find. The professor was smart. If he left clues, it would take some digging. Thankfully, there was two of them and Roger had all the time in the world. Well...until he ran out of rent money but he wasn't concerned.
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Axford. Axford. Estella mentally tucked the name in her mind in case she would need to remember it again. She smiled and shifted the box slightly away from the woman. "Thank you. Lead the way." She didn't hand over the box. Having worked among men so long she was used to doing things herself - and in some rarities having to prove herself. Not that she was doing that here. No it was more her job. Besides, she would feel strange letting someone else carry it leaving her to do nothing. She was a bit practical. Not to mention, this gave her an excuse to see the inside of the ship. Not that she would admit that. She hefted the box up, ignoring her arms. It wouldn't be that much longer anyway.
She followed the young woman into the airship. Estella had been on a few airships before. It was a major way of travel and she had worked on one for a short stint. But cruise airships or even freight airships like the Allure had been a lot larger. This one was nice sized for an airship but small comparatively. It had also been built to maximize space. As she made it past another very tight corner, Estella was glad the woman was taking it slow. She had been right that some of the spots were a bit tight. On her own, Estella would have been fine but with a box of parts, that were threatening to slip was a bit more tricky.
Using another tight spot as an excuse, Estella got a better grip. She was inherently lost now. She was never good with directions inside a building or airship. She was just glad her chauffeur knew the way. She was a bit focused she missed the words directed to her. "Sorry, what?"
He was done. Finished. Today had been Roger's last day working as a security guard at the docks. He had planned it to correlate with Bea finishing her final examinations. His manager had been said to see him go but Roger felt it was time. And it actually worked out as well - now he had a bit of extra time to help Bea. It still brought concern whenever he thought about her father's letter. He regretted not having a lot of time to keep an eye on her this past week - not that she wasn't capable of taking care of herself. He just felt protective and he didn't want anything to happen to her.
After saying goodbye to his coworkers and former boss, Roger made his way from the docks. He received Bea's message about meeting at the university and he guessed it had something to do with her father's things and his latest letter. If they could figure out what friend sent it, they could backtrack it and maybe find the other half of the map - thus another good reason he was finished with his job. He wondered what the map would lead to. What had Professor Brown discovered that someone would kill for? Mysticism was on the rise. Roger was aware that it was becoming very popular and people were looking into it for different reasons - some for weaponry to break this cold war. As much as the mystery fascinated him, he wasn't to excited about the fact that Bea was caught up in the middle of all this.
Glancing at Big Ben, he noted the time. No doubt Bea was caught up working that she failed to notice the time. He smiled slightly. Typical. She'd probably work through lunch if he didn't show up. Stopping by the little cafe, he picked up some sandwiches. The waitress smiled at him as she handed him the back. He was oblivious to the fact she liked him but that wasn't unusual. Smiling, he thanked her and headed toward the university.
Oxford University was a very prestigious university. It was one that had offered Doctor Brown a position when mysticism started to become more popular. But of course, by that time, the Professor really didn't want anything to do with them - or anyone for that matter. When the university offered to hold the belongings for Bea, Roger had been a bit surprised. He hoped they wouldn't just dig through them trying to get what they wanted. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. Sure, they probably hoped they would get some research but they had kept everything locked up with no one disturbing it without Bea's permission. In fact, they had even given her a locked room to store it so no one else could access it.
He walked down the long hallway he balanced some drinks in one hand and the bag of sandwiches in the other. Passing several doors, Roger didn't bothering to look at them. He knew where to go. Though he had only been there once, the way was still crystal clear for him. It was always like that. If he went somewhere once, he remembered how to get there again. Coming to the end of the hallway, he moved the to his left hand so he could knock. He knocked firmly on the door - not to loud to scare her but still a solid knock. "Bea. It's me." He said. "And I brought lunch." His smile was evident in his voice.
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Estella carried the box through the docks making her way toward Landing Platform 32E. She still hadn’t really found another position yet – anywhere. Not that she had been looking a lot. Rufus had been keeping her fairly busy with repairs and deliveries. She smiled. He was such a good friend. Of course, if he had his way she would stay working for him. Well honestly, that’s what he always said though she knew he wanted what was best for her – in his gruff old way. Though he was going to be sad when she moved on. And she would. There was only so much work he can have her do. All his complex problems, she fixed already and he really didn’t have the work to support her. No. Another day or two and she’ll probably move on. She probably could find something here in London – it was a big enough city and though there was a lot of conservative mind sets, there were many who wouldn’t mind bringing on a tinkerer – female or not. But no, she didn’t want to stay. London was a bit too big for her. You can take the girl out of the country but not the country out of the girl.
She reached the platform. Shifting the box slightly, she paused a moment to admire the airship. It was an older model, a bit banged up in a spot or two but still in decent shape. She smiled. Juggling the box of parts to one side, she rested it on her hip before running her other hand along the hull in an almost caressing manner. She loved old things. Something like this had a lot of personality to it. And that made it almost lifelike – real. Of course she could be just a crazy ol’ tinkerer. “Hello there.” She whispered in Danish, her hand feeling the slight vibration of the ship’s engine. Her voice was low, quiet - as someone sharing a secret. “Where have you been? What story do you tell?"
The box started to slip so she quickly grabbed. Reluctantly, she adjusted the box back to both hands. It wasn't that heavy. Apparently they hadn't needed that many parts. Still - it had been a bit of a walk from the shop and her arms were getting a bit tired. Besides, they probably wanted to get moving some time today. She gave the ship a slight smile before turning. The smile faded slightly as she spotted someone - a young woman - watching her from the doorway of the airship. She didn't blush but Estella did feel a bit of embarrassment as she wondered how long the woman had been watching her. Sure she was used to getting strange looks but she felt a bit more vulnerable when other women were involved, especially ones that looked a bit aristocratic. And this young woman might not have been, but her dress, looks, and even the way she stood made Estella painfully aware she was wearing a stained blouse and trousers. That was the problem and a main reason she didn't have a lot of female friends. She was a tinkerer. She was around grease, junk, and mechanics. She rarely wore dresses and her hair was usually always pulled back or just fell in a mess around her. Most females didn't understand that - well most people didn't - and even if they didn't say anything Estella always felt they looked down on her. She pushed the thoughts back. You'd think she would have gotten over this by now but apparently not.
Now none of the conflicting emotions showed on her face. Other than a brief surprise, her face had a polite, closed look. She gave smile, one never guessing the irritation and inadequacy she had just been feeling. "Hi, delivery from Repairs and Parts. Is Captain Axfield or your mechanic around?” She asked. She still had her Danish accent, though it wasn't as overpowering as it once had been. She shifted slightly and maintained eye contact. She was good at this game. She had learned long ago how to hide her thoughts and keep her face impassive.
After saying goodbye to his coworkers and former boss, Roger made his way from the docks. He received Bea's message about meeting at the university and he guessed it had something to do with her father's things and his latest letter. If they could figure out what friend sent it, they could backtrack it and maybe find the other half of the map - thus another good reason he was finished with his job. He wondered what the map would lead to. What had Professor Brown discovered that someone would kill for? Mysticism was on the rise. Roger was aware that it was becoming very popular and people were looking into it for different reasons - some for weaponry to break this cold war. As much as the mystery fascinated him, he wasn't to excited about the fact that Bea was caught up in the middle of all this.
Glancing at Big Ben, he noted the time. No doubt Bea was caught up working that she failed to notice the time. He smiled slightly. Typical. She'd probably work through lunch if he didn't show up. Stopping by the little cafe, he picked up some sandwiches. The waitress smiled at him as she handed him the back. He was oblivious to the fact she liked him but that wasn't unusual. Smiling, he thanked her and headed toward the university.
Oxford University was a very prestigious university. It was one that had offered Doctor Brown a position when mysticism started to become more popular. But of course, by that time, the Professor really didn't want anything to do with them - or anyone for that matter. When the university offered to hold the belongings for Bea, Roger had been a bit surprised. He hoped they wouldn't just dig through them trying to get what they wanted. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. Sure, they probably hoped they would get some research but they had kept everything locked up with no one disturbing it without Bea's permission. In fact, they had even given her a locked room to store it so no one else could access it.
He walked down the long hallway he balanced some drinks in one hand and the bag of sandwiches in the other. Passing several doors, Roger didn't bothering to look at them. He knew where to go. Though he had only been there once, the way was still crystal clear for him. It was always like that. If he went somewhere once, he remembered how to get there again. Coming to the end of the hallway, he moved the to his left hand so he could knock. He knocked firmly on the door - not to loud to scare her but still a solid knock. "Bea. It's me." He said. "And I brought lunch." His smile was evident in his voice.
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Estella carried the box through the docks making her way toward Landing Platform 32E. She still hadn’t really found another position yet – anywhere. Not that she had been looking a lot. Rufus had been keeping her fairly busy with repairs and deliveries. She smiled. He was such a good friend. Of course, if he had his way she would stay working for him. Well honestly, that’s what he always said though she knew he wanted what was best for her – in his gruff old way. Though he was going to be sad when she moved on. And she would. There was only so much work he can have her do. All his complex problems, she fixed already and he really didn’t have the work to support her. No. Another day or two and she’ll probably move on. She probably could find something here in London – it was a big enough city and though there was a lot of conservative mind sets, there were many who wouldn’t mind bringing on a tinkerer – female or not. But no, she didn’t want to stay. London was a bit too big for her. You can take the girl out of the country but not the country out of the girl.
She reached the platform. Shifting the box slightly, she paused a moment to admire the airship. It was an older model, a bit banged up in a spot or two but still in decent shape. She smiled. Juggling the box of parts to one side, she rested it on her hip before running her other hand along the hull in an almost caressing manner. She loved old things. Something like this had a lot of personality to it. And that made it almost lifelike – real. Of course she could be just a crazy ol’ tinkerer. “Hello there.” She whispered in Danish, her hand feeling the slight vibration of the ship’s engine. Her voice was low, quiet - as someone sharing a secret. “Where have you been? What story do you tell?"
The box started to slip so she quickly grabbed. Reluctantly, she adjusted the box back to both hands. It wasn't that heavy. Apparently they hadn't needed that many parts. Still - it had been a bit of a walk from the shop and her arms were getting a bit tired. Besides, they probably wanted to get moving some time today. She gave the ship a slight smile before turning. The smile faded slightly as she spotted someone - a young woman - watching her from the doorway of the airship. She didn't blush but Estella did feel a bit of embarrassment as she wondered how long the woman had been watching her. Sure she was used to getting strange looks but she felt a bit more vulnerable when other women were involved, especially ones that looked a bit aristocratic. And this young woman might not have been, but her dress, looks, and even the way she stood made Estella painfully aware she was wearing a stained blouse and trousers. That was the problem and a main reason she didn't have a lot of female friends. She was a tinkerer. She was around grease, junk, and mechanics. She rarely wore dresses and her hair was usually always pulled back or just fell in a mess around her. Most females didn't understand that - well most people didn't - and even if they didn't say anything Estella always felt they looked down on her. She pushed the thoughts back. You'd think she would have gotten over this by now but apparently not.
Now none of the conflicting emotions showed on her face. Other than a brief surprise, her face had a polite, closed look. She gave smile, one never guessing the irritation and inadequacy she had just been feeling. "Hi, delivery from Repairs and Parts. Is Captain Axfield or your mechanic around?” She asked. She still had her Danish accent, though it wasn't as overpowering as it once had been. She shifted slightly and maintained eye contact. She was good at this game. She had learned long ago how to hide her thoughts and keep her face impassive.
Savile started to walk away when he heard Annabelle call after him. He just rolled his eyes. She could be very annoying sometimes. Shaking his head he walked away. He had other things to do though he wasn't going to go far. Someone had to keep an eye on them. Annabelle was to naive and stupid. If he and Kealsey hadn't taken her in she would have undoubtedly been arrested long time ago.
Cerith watched the two walk away. Cheery bunch. He glanced over as Andrew spoke. His eyes smiled slightly at his enthusiasm. He followed Annabelle into the camp. It was actually fairly nice considering they were roughing it. Sure there was no shelter but it was summer time and it worked. Besides, it wasn't like he had anything that would be considered shelter either. In fact, other than an occasional cave, he slept outside. But, that was fine. He was used to it. It brought back memories of his childhood. There hadn't been a lot of shelter either - so you managed.
While Annabelle started getting the ingredients out of her back, Cerith went over to the fire and added another log. He turned and examined the camp once more, but this time from a defensive standpoint. Despite his...hesitation, Savile was a bit intelligent on placing. It was a nice small clearing, not to big to be noticed but large enough to settle. It was a bit on a slope so you had a slight high ground to use if someone came at you - assuming you saw them coming. It wasn't perfect but it would do. Though, his eyes narrowed slightly. This did look more like a permanent setup than a temporarily spot. The built table, the stumps for the stools - there was no way they would drag that with them. They no doubt had been here for awhile. That wasn't always the safest - or smartest thing to do.
He looked up when Annabelle spoke. "Any way is fine," he said coming over. You ate what you needed. It was something he had to remind himself after the Magic Council came down. In a way it was almost good. He had been getting a bit soft. Sure, he kept a lot of his habits with him when he traveled but some things he had grown accustomed to being in a guild. Especially, when everyone else - including his few friends - did it. "Did you want help?" He inquired. He might be gruff, he might be a bit "uncivilized" but he could be a gentleman if needed.
When she handed him some vegetables and a knife he took it and started cutting them up. "So, how did you team up with the group?" He asked.
Cerith watched the two walk away. Cheery bunch. He glanced over as Andrew spoke. His eyes smiled slightly at his enthusiasm. He followed Annabelle into the camp. It was actually fairly nice considering they were roughing it. Sure there was no shelter but it was summer time and it worked. Besides, it wasn't like he had anything that would be considered shelter either. In fact, other than an occasional cave, he slept outside. But, that was fine. He was used to it. It brought back memories of his childhood. There hadn't been a lot of shelter either - so you managed.
While Annabelle started getting the ingredients out of her back, Cerith went over to the fire and added another log. He turned and examined the camp once more, but this time from a defensive standpoint. Despite his...hesitation, Savile was a bit intelligent on placing. It was a nice small clearing, not to big to be noticed but large enough to settle. It was a bit on a slope so you had a slight high ground to use if someone came at you - assuming you saw them coming. It wasn't perfect but it would do. Though, his eyes narrowed slightly. This did look more like a permanent setup than a temporarily spot. The built table, the stumps for the stools - there was no way they would drag that with them. They no doubt had been here for awhile. That wasn't always the safest - or smartest thing to do.
He looked up when Annabelle spoke. "Any way is fine," he said coming over. You ate what you needed. It was something he had to remind himself after the Magic Council came down. In a way it was almost good. He had been getting a bit soft. Sure, he kept a lot of his habits with him when he traveled but some things he had grown accustomed to being in a guild. Especially, when everyone else - including his few friends - did it. "Did you want help?" He inquired. He might be gruff, he might be a bit "uncivilized" but he could be a gentleman if needed.
When she handed him some vegetables and a knife he took it and started cutting them up. "So, how did you team up with the group?" He asked.
Roger nodded regretfully. In reality he would rather spend the rest of the afternoon with Bea. Help her sort through the old letters, listen to her talk. But no. Reality. Good news was that his job at the docks ended in a few weeks. He hadn't figured out what he was going to do next but he was going to spend a few days with Bae before looking again. Or longer, if they were going to look into her father's death. That still brought a chill to Roger. If Professor Brown was killed like they suspected then the killers were still out there. They could be after Bea. All the more reason he was glad the semester was almost over.
He brought his attention back to the present. "Yes, regrettably. The last time the Allure was in town they caused such a ruckus. We only have two guys at the docks now and I'd hate for them to be by themselves if something breaks out." Not wanting to concern her, he shrugged and gave her a smile. "Not that we should be worried. They had some consequences last time that should keep them in line. Dock Foreman was pretty firm to the Captain that there will be repercussions if they cause trouble this time. But better to be safe then sorry."
He pulled out some money and placed it on the table for the bill. He never let her pay. Call him old fashioned but that was just who he was. He gave her a slight bow. "I'll see if I can catch you afterward. But don't wait up for me. If it's too late, I'll see you tomorrow." He raised an eyebrow. "And focus on your exams."
With that, he tipped his hat and left. He walked with a purpose, straight and tall. But his mind was still back at the table. He honestly hoped that nothing happened to her. He hoped she stayed safe. A smile formed. At least Ms. Mortimer was vigilant. If anyone came by she'd drive them off. In most cases, it was annoying - especially if he wanted to visit with her. But in others, it might come in handy.
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He nodded and accepted the papers back with a smile. "Thank you, Sir. I won't disappoint." He followed the captain on the tour. It was a very nice little airship. Well maintained. He shouldn't have any issues. In the past, he always had helpers who usually did the grunt work but he noted that this wasn't going to be the case here. Oh well. He still was the best. He lifted his chin a bit smugly. Every airship that he had been on had been well taken care of because of his expertise.
He entered the engine room. He nodded as he listened. "I can get started on those right away," he smiled. "I guarantee that you'll never find another mechanic as qualified as me." He looked around the room once more before looking back at the captain. They would probably haggle a bit before securing a bargain rate-wise but he wasn't concerned. His credentials were amazing and he was the best. Besides, he doubted anyone else would want to work on a bucket of bolts like this anyway.
He brought his attention back to the present. "Yes, regrettably. The last time the Allure was in town they caused such a ruckus. We only have two guys at the docks now and I'd hate for them to be by themselves if something breaks out." Not wanting to concern her, he shrugged and gave her a smile. "Not that we should be worried. They had some consequences last time that should keep them in line. Dock Foreman was pretty firm to the Captain that there will be repercussions if they cause trouble this time. But better to be safe then sorry."
He pulled out some money and placed it on the table for the bill. He never let her pay. Call him old fashioned but that was just who he was. He gave her a slight bow. "I'll see if I can catch you afterward. But don't wait up for me. If it's too late, I'll see you tomorrow." He raised an eyebrow. "And focus on your exams."
With that, he tipped his hat and left. He walked with a purpose, straight and tall. But his mind was still back at the table. He honestly hoped that nothing happened to her. He hoped she stayed safe. A smile formed. At least Ms. Mortimer was vigilant. If anyone came by she'd drive them off. In most cases, it was annoying - especially if he wanted to visit with her. But in others, it might come in handy.
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He nodded and accepted the papers back with a smile. "Thank you, Sir. I won't disappoint." He followed the captain on the tour. It was a very nice little airship. Well maintained. He shouldn't have any issues. In the past, he always had helpers who usually did the grunt work but he noted that this wasn't going to be the case here. Oh well. He still was the best. He lifted his chin a bit smugly. Every airship that he had been on had been well taken care of because of his expertise.
He entered the engine room. He nodded as he listened. "I can get started on those right away," he smiled. "I guarantee that you'll never find another mechanic as qualified as me." He looked around the room once more before looking back at the captain. They would probably haggle a bit before securing a bargain rate-wise but he wasn't concerned. His credentials were amazing and he was the best. Besides, he doubted anyone else would want to work on a bucket of bolts like this anyway.
Savile studied them. A teleporter? Nice. That would make a nice addition to the team. His eyes narrowed. Though, he didn't like the look of this guy. He seemed a bit to alpha for Savile's liking. Savile had no intention of letting someone else weasel their way into leadership of this little group. He was the leader and that would be it. Thankfully, Kealsey was on his side. They had been together the longest before bringing in Aaron and Annabelle and got along nicely. There was no issue adding Annabelle or even Aaron - though both could be a pain. Especially Annabelle. Aaron... he was manageable. He knew they were waiting on his response and he let them. This was power - others hanging on your words. Then the stranger had to ruin it.
"Well, I guess that's settled," Cerith said. "I appreciate you letting me stay the night." Cerith's got a slight smirk at Savile's look. The guy had obviously not liked him there. He probably would have even let Cerith stay but he waited to long. Now Cerith was going to stay - if only to annoy this Savile a bit before finally leaving. "Unless of course you think I'm too much of a threat for four wizards," Cerith added with a slight mocking tone.
Savile narrowed his eyes. Can't back out now. "He can stay the night." He said ignoring Cerith and looking at Annabelle. "But he's your responsibility. ANY issues and I hold you responsible." He stared pointedly at her. "Don't make Kealsey or I have to come in and clean up your mess." He waved dismissively at Cerith. "And he can stay only for the night." He waved his hand slightly and the earth barricades around them dissolved back into the ground. Turning, he leaned toward Kealsey. "I don't trust him," he whispered. "Keep an eye on him if I'm not around."
"Well, I guess that's settled," Cerith said. "I appreciate you letting me stay the night." Cerith's got a slight smirk at Savile's look. The guy had obviously not liked him there. He probably would have even let Cerith stay but he waited to long. Now Cerith was going to stay - if only to annoy this Savile a bit before finally leaving. "Unless of course you think I'm too much of a threat for four wizards," Cerith added with a slight mocking tone.
Savile narrowed his eyes. Can't back out now. "He can stay the night." He said ignoring Cerith and looking at Annabelle. "But he's your responsibility. ANY issues and I hold you responsible." He stared pointedly at her. "Don't make Kealsey or I have to come in and clean up your mess." He waved dismissively at Cerith. "And he can stay only for the night." He waved his hand slightly and the earth barricades around them dissolved back into the ground. Turning, he leaned toward Kealsey. "I don't trust him," he whispered. "Keep an eye on him if I'm not around."
Roger sighed. "I really wish I could help." He glanced toward the docks. "The Allure is back in town and they cause so much trouble. Dock Foreman wants to make sure there's enough security presence to keep them in line. I might be able to get out of there by seven but I don't think your landlady will be real happy with me coming by. It's not really proper." He could just hear her now.
As it was, every time that he stopped by to see Beatrix, the woman would give him such an earful about how he would need to watch himself, keep his hands to himself, and on and on. It didn't help to tell her that they were just friends. It didn't matter that Roger was a gentleman and would conduct himself as such. No. The woman seemed to have it out for him - or maybe it was just men in general. But that didn't really stop him from going to see Bea or coming over when she requested - though they were restricted to the main room - which was fine. Bea was his friend and he wasn't going to let some person get in the way of that. Though, he did understand her point, a bit anyway. Appearances had to be kept - not that anything would happen - but just because. Besides, Roger didn't want any rumors started that might ruin Bea's reputation.
Big Ben struck half past. Roger looked at Beatrix. "If you want, I can see about coming over after but I don't want to get you into trouble and I doubt Ms. Mortimer would let me stay long." He gave her a pointed look. "Though, you might fixate on your examinations first. Don't want to do poorly because you didn't study." He gave her a smile, guessing how she would probably take that.
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He was a thin wirey, slightly sickly looking man. He smiled at the captain and handed over some papers. "My references," he said. "Served in the Royal Air Force during the war - making my way to main mechanic for the Flynter class airship. I oversaw all the mechanical duties aboard the HMS Havock. You can see there I was awarded several medals and commendations for my job." He puffed his thin chest out, obviously proud of his accomplishments. "After the war, I worked on a few different merchant vessels, all as first or second mechanic. The captain of my last ship just retired about four months ago. I din't really want to sign up for some big ship. I'm looking more for something smaller - something more manageable - like your ship." Again he smiled. "So when I heard your lovely daughter mentioning you needed a good mechanic I thought, this was what I've been looking for." He nodded toward the ship. "And might I say, she's a beaut."
He had several references. One from the captain of the HMS Havock raving over how great of job he did. There was a couple others from various merchant airships - all fairly larger class. Fredrick waited patiently while the captain read his references. He wasn't worried that he never worked a smaller ship. He had the experience. Bah. He could do anything. He was fairly confident that the job would be his.
As it was, every time that he stopped by to see Beatrix, the woman would give him such an earful about how he would need to watch himself, keep his hands to himself, and on and on. It didn't help to tell her that they were just friends. It didn't matter that Roger was a gentleman and would conduct himself as such. No. The woman seemed to have it out for him - or maybe it was just men in general. But that didn't really stop him from going to see Bea or coming over when she requested - though they were restricted to the main room - which was fine. Bea was his friend and he wasn't going to let some person get in the way of that. Though, he did understand her point, a bit anyway. Appearances had to be kept - not that anything would happen - but just because. Besides, Roger didn't want any rumors started that might ruin Bea's reputation.
Big Ben struck half past. Roger looked at Beatrix. "If you want, I can see about coming over after but I don't want to get you into trouble and I doubt Ms. Mortimer would let me stay long." He gave her a pointed look. "Though, you might fixate on your examinations first. Don't want to do poorly because you didn't study." He gave her a smile, guessing how she would probably take that.
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He was a thin wirey, slightly sickly looking man. He smiled at the captain and handed over some papers. "My references," he said. "Served in the Royal Air Force during the war - making my way to main mechanic for the Flynter class airship. I oversaw all the mechanical duties aboard the HMS Havock. You can see there I was awarded several medals and commendations for my job." He puffed his thin chest out, obviously proud of his accomplishments. "After the war, I worked on a few different merchant vessels, all as first or second mechanic. The captain of my last ship just retired about four months ago. I din't really want to sign up for some big ship. I'm looking more for something smaller - something more manageable - like your ship." Again he smiled. "So when I heard your lovely daughter mentioning you needed a good mechanic I thought, this was what I've been looking for." He nodded toward the ship. "And might I say, she's a beaut."
He had several references. One from the captain of the HMS Havock raving over how great of job he did. There was a couple others from various merchant airships - all fairly larger class. Fredrick waited patiently while the captain read his references. He wasn't worried that he never worked a smaller ship. He had the experience. Bah. He could do anything. He was fairly confident that the job would be his.
Current Status: Closed. Thanks!
The flashing of blue and red illuminate the night. A crowd of onlookers are off to the side as the officer waves you through. You get out of your vehicle and walk over to the sergeant. "What do we have?".
He nods toward the alley. "Thinking brawl fight that ended badly. Couple witnesses say him and some other guy were arguing over something and started fighting. Bouncer tossed them out. Apparently, they kept at it." He shook his head. "Well at least it's an easy open and shut case."
"Not as easy as you might think." You hunch down beside dead body and look him over. He did look like he was in a fight. Bruising on his face. His knuckles raw and bleeding. Dried blood. But nothing to serious. You examine the body for knife wounds but don't see any. You do notice however some bruising at the throat. You narrow your eyes and use your pen light to examine it better. "Medical examiner on his way?"
The officer laughs. "Right. I don't know where you're from but this is pretty low on the totem pole. He'll get it when he gets to it. We'll bag and tag and they'll probably go over it at the lab."
You shake your head but save your breath. You knew that this was low on the priority list. Why else would they have assigned it to you? It irked you that they considered you a newbie even though you had experience as a detective before. You push it aside. You had a job to do and you will do it, no matter what resources they give you. You rise.
"Alright, show me the witnesses."
Welcome Detective to Mantoca, population 689,210.
Home to mafia family Cocina, Mantoca is a cesspool of violence.
Recently hired by the MPD as a homicide detective, you start your way up the chain working small cases to hopefully arrest the elusive Mr. Cocina himself - assuming you don't get fired and/or killed.
The choices that you make will determine what cases you do and what allies - and enemies - you have.
So are you ready for an adventure?
----
Hey all!
If you are still reading then thank you.
This is actually the first interest thread I've put up since the sight has been fixed.
I'm usually a bit picky about my RPs as I have limited time and like to do more longer style.
First things first:
Still interested? Great!
So - I'm only really looking for one individual (again 18+, preferably female)
This might not be first come - first serve. We'll probably chat briefly and make sure we both have the correct understanding before making the decision to move forward (or not). Please don't feel bad if it doesn't work out. You are still a wonderful person :)
Writing samples are always fun (and I can submit one if you'd like - the opening was too short to count) but it's up to you.
I'm looking for someone who enjoys writing, a good mystery, has some great ideas, and is fun.
Just because this is a detective RP doesn't mean we can't have fun. :)
If you're interested send me a PM and we'll see what comes of it
The flashing of blue and red illuminate the night. A crowd of onlookers are off to the side as the officer waves you through. You get out of your vehicle and walk over to the sergeant. "What do we have?".
He nods toward the alley. "Thinking brawl fight that ended badly. Couple witnesses say him and some other guy were arguing over something and started fighting. Bouncer tossed them out. Apparently, they kept at it." He shook his head. "Well at least it's an easy open and shut case."
"Not as easy as you might think." You hunch down beside dead body and look him over. He did look like he was in a fight. Bruising on his face. His knuckles raw and bleeding. Dried blood. But nothing to serious. You examine the body for knife wounds but don't see any. You do notice however some bruising at the throat. You narrow your eyes and use your pen light to examine it better. "Medical examiner on his way?"
The officer laughs. "Right. I don't know where you're from but this is pretty low on the totem pole. He'll get it when he gets to it. We'll bag and tag and they'll probably go over it at the lab."
You shake your head but save your breath. You knew that this was low on the priority list. Why else would they have assigned it to you? It irked you that they considered you a newbie even though you had experience as a detective before. You push it aside. You had a job to do and you will do it, no matter what resources they give you. You rise.
"Alright, show me the witnesses."
Welcome Detective to Mantoca, population 689,210.
Home to mafia family Cocina, Mantoca is a cesspool of violence.
Recently hired by the MPD as a homicide detective, you start your way up the chain working small cases to hopefully arrest the elusive Mr. Cocina himself - assuming you don't get fired and/or killed.
The choices that you make will determine what cases you do and what allies - and enemies - you have.
So are you ready for an adventure?
----
Hey all!
If you are still reading then thank you.
This is actually the first interest thread I've put up since the sight has been fixed.
I'm usually a bit picky about my RPs as I have limited time and like to do more longer style.
First things first:
Still interested? Great!
So - I'm only really looking for one individual (again 18+, preferably female)
This might not be first come - first serve. We'll probably chat briefly and make sure we both have the correct understanding before making the decision to move forward (or not). Please don't feel bad if it doesn't work out. You are still a wonderful person :)
Writing samples are always fun (and I can submit one if you'd like - the opening was too short to count) but it's up to you.
I'm looking for someone who enjoys writing, a good mystery, has some great ideas, and is fun.
Just because this is a detective RP doesn't mean we can't have fun. :)
If you're interested send me a PM and we'll see what comes of it
Cerith didn't like these new two. He kept his posture rigid and defensive as he listened to them discuss. The girl was hard to see with all the red but the male he was able to examine. Typical arrogant wizard. Cerith had no doubt if either of these two knew what he could do they would quickly get rid of him. As it was, he wouldn't be surprised if they refused him now. He glanced slightly to the left as Annabelle defended him and herself. Apparently, she had gotten in trouble with them before. Knowing how she was wanting to help him, he wasn't surprised. He lifted his chin and stared at this Savile.
Savile stared down at the stranger. He didn't trust him. He didn't like him. And Annabelle was getting very frustrating to deal with. She was going to get them all caught if not killed. He shook his head. "Annabelle, Annabelle, Annabelle." His tone was not kind. "You are to naive. What if he did that purposely to get wizard compassion? Or, assuming he's one of us, he is obviously fought with Council guards. Now you've lead them here."
Cerith narrowed his eyes, not at the jabs at him, he didn't care. "If you are any true wizards you would have scouted us out and the area before confronting us." His tone was dry and dismissive. "If you had, you would know that no one followed us. Makes me wonder if you guys even know what you are doing or if you are just playing survival." He smirked and lifted his chin.
Savile narrowed his eyes. There was something about this stranger. He scrutinized him. He turned to Annabelle. "Tell me, why is this stranger so important? Why are you willing to risk everyone's life, including yours, to help someone you don't know." His eyes narrowed and he gestured to Aaron. "Is this stranger more important than Aaron? Or any of the rest of us?"
Savile stared down at the stranger. He didn't trust him. He didn't like him. And Annabelle was getting very frustrating to deal with. She was going to get them all caught if not killed. He shook his head. "Annabelle, Annabelle, Annabelle." His tone was not kind. "You are to naive. What if he did that purposely to get wizard compassion? Or, assuming he's one of us, he is obviously fought with Council guards. Now you've lead them here."
Cerith narrowed his eyes, not at the jabs at him, he didn't care. "If you are any true wizards you would have scouted us out and the area before confronting us." His tone was dry and dismissive. "If you had, you would know that no one followed us. Makes me wonder if you guys even know what you are doing or if you are just playing survival." He smirked and lifted his chin.
Savile narrowed his eyes. There was something about this stranger. He scrutinized him. He turned to Annabelle. "Tell me, why is this stranger so important? Why are you willing to risk everyone's life, including yours, to help someone you don't know." His eyes narrowed and he gestured to Aaron. "Is this stranger more important than Aaron? Or any of the rest of us?"
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