Bourgeoisie

Blackfield Supernatural Consulting

changed post to flesh out interactions and thoughts.

Blackfield Supernatural Consulting

@T Risket
Your CS did not accurately represent how much of an asshole he is.

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Going to bed, will continue tomorrow.

Blackfield Supernatural Consulting

Adrian arrived at the building's location nearly two hours before the designated time, exploring the grounds and searching for threats in the area. He had hiked from his motel room in Salem, carrying his bag of medical supplies and his hand gun, a 9mm Beretta, in a leg holster. He wears a dark overcoat, dark grey sweater and weathered jeans tucked into a pair of even more weathered combat boots. Around his neck, the medic has a dark olive and beige keffiyeh, completely covering his throat and providing nose and mouth cover in a pinch. On his head, he wears a plain black watch cap, covering close cropped grey hair. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, Adrian plunked himself down on the front porch and waited.

When the others arrived he gave a raspy hello and a weary, but firm handshake, noting their appearances. Another weary soul with an imposing air, a twitchy kid with a cast, and a British IT girl. An eclectic bunch sure, but if they were up to the challenge, he was there to make sure they came back physically well.

Adrian decided he disliked the kid with the cast, Lancer he called himself. It was the way he carries himself, the way he saw some upstart junior officers act before they got a man killed. Mike acted like that the first couple of months...ignoring his train of thought Adrian continued to study the group. The detective, Harvey, stood out with his stance and his gun, and seemed to be a good man and someone similar to the ex-soldier. The young British African woman was the one outlier of the group, though in a good way. Young, she lacked the broken air of Harvey, lacked the strange affinity Lancer seemed to have with the supernatural, and lacked his own tainted hands. the very clothes she wore differentiated herself from the rest of the small group. Her business attire, the attention to presentation contrasted with the casual outfits of the men. No doubt she would be one of the more important members, if only for her air of professionalism.

As he introduced himself, he began categorizing the individuals into roles. Harvey was a leader, perhaps a detective when he was on the force, capable of leading by example and handling difficult personalities. Another hitter if push came to shove, but better left to verbally defuse situations. Shepard was the technology person of the team, he had seen the laptop bag she carried with her, and her image was one the team could exploit for lukewarm clients and authorities.

And Lancer, where to begin with Lancer. To start, he's extraordinarily unhealthy. Adrian saw the way the man had come in, huffing and puffing and red faced. He also appeared to be both sleep deprived and caffeine addicted. The large dark bags under the younger man's eyes, and the small furtive glances he gave towards Harvey's cup of coffee only added support to the corpsman's diagnosis. His figure, though only slightly shorter than Adrian himself, was also unhealthily thin, enough to make Adrian clinically wonder how the other man hadn't collapsed yet from low blood pressure. From the words the younger man spoke, Adrian began to dislike Lancer even more than he originally thought possible. He put up with the man's caustic words as best he could as he waited for his employers to arrive.

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When the car pulled in an hour later, tinted windows and all, Adrian went on alert immediately. It was suspicious when a car with all tinted windows was anywhere, even more so when said car pulled up to a group of individuals at an isolated location with no cell reception. Pulling his gun out of it's holster, he thumb caressed the safety softly, hoping that the threat would be enough to deter action long enough for him to react if the situation went hot. Thankfully, his actions went unneeded, though he was aware of how he appeared to his co-workers, when the two men stepped out of the car.

Taking the proffered dossiers with one hand, he holstered his gun and began reading through the documents.

"Medical records? Police reports?" Adrian rasped out as he thumbed his way through the reports. The case intrigued him. Non-violent monsters? That was an unseen unknown he hadn't considered in his experience, though in hindsight wasn't an unreasonable leap to make.

The Pickers

Cú nearly clawed off the captain's arms when she grabbed his from behind. He had felt no killing intent from the Villianian, and when she had landed on his back, he had first thought how his instincts had dulled under picker work. When the captain's soft voice floated into his ears, the Teufelshunde had just sprang his claws on his hands and was about to rend the Villianian's arms to shreds, and was prepared to RIPTEARCHEWGOFORTHEJUGULARBATHINTHEINBREDMONGRELSWARMBLO- taking a deep breath to calm the red hot feeling building in his body. It was a familiar feeling, one that had saved him during the civil war many times, and had landed him in jail for murder. Shaking those thoughts away, Cúc calmed himself enough to huff an agreement to the captain, relaxing in her grip.

The Hallows Inn [CLOSED]

@Ambrosia
Frederick stood up as the girl gave her decree, before bowing again at the waist with as much flourish as he could muster. It had been years since he had felt so relaxed, and the goofy smile the spread on the half-elf's face attested to that.

"As you wish." Frederick replied as he raised his head once more. Walking over the stairs, he took a seat two steps below the girl and patted his shoulders."Onwards, my lady, to this meal of spaghetti you desire!" The half-elf spoke, emulating the voices the bards would use when they told the parts of the gallant knights during the shows he watched as a child.

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@Hinsek
wat.

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@Pie Flavor
Just posted as lancer

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Lancer

@Pie Flavor
The Ring pulses red, light emanating from the runes and lines, as if responding to your chants. Crackling, scarlet, eldritch energies fill the air as magic is pumped into the circle. A wind begins whipping around your frame, picking up dust in its wake forming clouds of debris that blow past your feet. As you finish your chant, a bright crimson sphere of light begins expanding from the circle's center, slowly filling the basement. Exploding outwards with a bright flash and loud bang, you lose coherency for a moment. As you recover, you gaze into rusty miasma highlighting the tall proud figure that looms over you. He looks the part of a hero reborn. Through the poor lighting, you can make out the glint of bronze, and you begin to make out more details. Clad in a gold-trimmed black muscle cuirass with the crest of boar on his breast, his face is completely obscured by his light blue crested Corinthian style helmet, the only discernible feature being his grey eyes that stare at you like an owl. His arms are bereft of armor, and you can see his olive, tawny skin serving to highlight the myriad of pale scars that speak of a lifetime of battle that crisscross his limbs. HIs legs are clad in bronze greaves that gleams like the rest of his armor and weapons. On his back he carries a spear with a leaf-shaped blade and a large round shield. Silence falls as your servant regards you.

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The first thing that filled his mind was his purpose. A Grail War, his class, Lancer, a torrent of information. Millennia of cultural and historical information flooded his mind as he remained studied his Master. Tall, only an inch shorter than himself Lancer noted, built strong, with features that Lancer's new memories traced to "Europe". His aura was one of caution of restrained excitement, good a careful master was one who lived longer, which meant more time for Lancer to fight.

"A fine master." Lancer muses silently as he as his small smile goes unseen behind his helm. Flexing his right arm up to his face, Lancer makes a fist, before pounding it into his breastplate, "A fine master to serve indeed."

"I am Servant Lancer, and I ask of you." Lancer's low voiced rumbled, resembling the growl of a lion more than a man, "Are you my Master?"

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@Lost Cause
As long as you don't go biblical or mythological levels of bs, you'll be fine. Since the op said you have an affinity with water, I think this may help fuel your imagination. http://typemoon.wikia.com/wiki/Kayneth_El-Melloi_Archibald#Volumen_Hydrargyrum replace Mercury with water.