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I just want to feel ok again.
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HERE COME THE HOTSTEPPER
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An empty city.
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The love that broke me.

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Not born in a log cabin, I came into the RPing venture around 2009 and quickly joined about twenty roleplays more than I should have at the time. I've been around the internet in that time span, participated in and run RPs on multiple forums, and brushed shoulders with a wide variety of players and characters. Getting to work with new people has always been part of the allure of the experience.

My interests in RPing are pretty diverse, and not genre-specific; if there's room at the table and I can think of a dish to serve, I'll cook something up for just about any meal. If you know what I mean.

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Sorry for the absence after my intro post. Things got very hectic for a few weeks. Have I missed a whole lot?
@KatherinWinter

“Ah.” Agent Talia A. LeCroix emerged from the relatively cabin of a BoSA-chartered jet. Before her, at the foot of the fold-down steps from the aircraft, the tarmac of a government-access runway, and the span of airfields of Dulles International lay before her in the bright morning sunlight. Relieved to be on the ground, she drew in a deep, pleasured breath of fresh air, and slid a heavily tinted pair of sunglasses over her eyes. Lugging her single carry-on item, a small, weekend bag, she descended the steps onto the runway, approaching a peculiarly gaunt looking driver standing by a non-descript black Buick.

She nodded, hesitantly, at the man, who she noticed was holding a sign with her last name boldly written across it. Important enough for the jet; not enough for the escort. She might have expressed disdain with the lack of a welcome from the Bureau, but she knew better; whatever the upper-management was looking to do, it was something they were trying to keep on the downlow… such was the nature of the Bureau. It never would have made sense for an agency established to monitor the supernatural to parade through the streets in full Presidential regalia.

Nodding again, this time kindlier to the driver, she climbed into the Buick’s back seat. No words spoken, driver and passenger departed the airstrip.

A moment after, Talia removed her Bureau-issued phone from its belt clip, and messaged her supervisor:

Back from Boston, MA. Just landed at Dulles and in route to Headquarters for next debriefing. Negotiations in MA went smoothly, considering the brevity. We should have London’s support moving forward.


She stowed her phone back into its clip, and heaved the long-held sigh. She had hoped to make more headway on a case back north… a matter that she and her colleagues suspected was the work of a witch convent, which, as it happened, came up as she was assisting the Bureau in establishing a more international front with a similar Ministry in London.

But, that, she knew, would have to wait for the time being. Her supervisor, that is, her immediate supervisor, had only informed her of a new team assignment a day earlier, and set her on an early, private flight from Logan to be briefed on the tasks to come. “Sorry to spring this up on you,” he had said. “But there was an oversight, and they’re pretty shorthanded as far support goes; too combat-heavy. You’ll be much appreciated behind the scenes.”

Her phone vibrated. Checking it, she rolled her eyes, and then sent out a second message to her supervisor:

And we should put out a memo to the White House that Lincoln’s Ghost was granted Presidential Amnesty… along with the other first-family spirits. They’re getting riled up over it again.


The trip proceeded without further interference. She suspected as much, as the supervisor in question was likely also overseeing the new team’s integration. She would spend the remainder of her time contemplating the driver, whose haggard appearance left much to wonder about, and proved difficult to resist prying more into. When they arrived at her destination, she stopped at his rolled down window. Slipping him a generous tip and a business card, she said, “what happened wasn’t your fault. We can help you.” She turned about, up the steps towards BoSA headquarters, leaving behind a confused driver.

“Special Agent Talia A. LeCroix,” she informed the security guard. “I’ve been called in for a new assignment.” She presented her Bureau ID. Exchanging nods with one of the guards, she followed him into foyer, and awaited further direction.
@Wayward I can work with that.


So will I be good to start posting?
@Wayward so I message you when I want to have something big to happen? That could be interesting.


Yes. That's pretty much the plan.
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As long as you PM me before using the clairvoyance and ask permission to mind read active character I'll approve


My plan was more so to let you call the shots as far as green lighting points for me to use that sort of power to its fullest extent; like if there's an incident you feel would be well-highlighted through a vision of the future.
@Wayward you will have to be careful with telepathy. I appreciate the limit you added. But reading other character's minds, even NPCs, is will require approval. Clairvoyance is another power I don't really like. You will have to be careful not to direct the story.


I understand the concern. Mostly, she'll be restrained to baser function in regards to telepathy; I'll hold back from using much more in pivotal situations, probably just using it in passing on randoms that I bring up for narrative flare, but will have little to no impact. Perhaps we could come to some agreement on points in the RP in which she can get information through mind reading and/or clairvoyance?
For consideration, in application for an agent of The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

Can we call the cue for the end of the drama now? Maybe take it backstage from here? If people are in mind to leave here and not come back, then do it. Poking around in spite of the resolve to wash your hands of this place, just to keep up a petty argument isn't helping you or any of the problems/adversities of the site.
@Devil, @Xavier Bloodbayne

It is, after consideration over the course of the last two hours, and some time spent thinking things over during the weekend, that I am opting to officially cede victory in this battle to Xavier Bloodbayne.

As per my relevant reasoning (insofar as this battle is concerned), it is my assessment that I lack the options to effectively waive the most recent onslaught; at least, not in any way that I can view as reasonable, tasteful, or within the capabilities of my character achieve effectively within any legality. And in truth, I see Xavier to, at present time, be the superior combatant moving forward.

It may be that I'm being hasty. It may be that I'm mistaken in my outlook on the situation; my ears... err... eyes, are certainly open to posthumous criticisms.

I apologize if I've wasted anyone's time, and for not being able to provide more of a challenge.
Quick comment regarding my availability: I was informed an hour ago that my household was entertaining family guests. So I likely won't be getting a post up tonight.
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