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That is, excuse me, a damn fine cup of coffee.
STATUS: Getting new RP ideas is agonizing when you realize you need to shelf them until you're less busy. 7 yrs ago
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Getting new RP ideas is agonizing when you realize you need to shelf them until you're less busy.
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The Owls are not what they seem... roleplayerguild.com/topics/…
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Oh hey now, I just passed 1000 posts. Good god.
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Exams are done, Thesis is done, alright let's get back into this 'RP' thing, huh?
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Thesis is finally complete, now to curl up and die (but probably rp a bit first)
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ill be aiming to get a post out during my lunch break today.
Liam Matthews
Sighing as he was pulled aside, Liam offered little more than a shrug as the Agent spoke up towards him. "Check her bag and her phone, there'll be something there, if there's not, just gimme a phone to call my lawyer." He paused for a moment, before continuing. "It's not like you have anything to lose by searching her anyway, you guys locked down the station, what else are you gonna do? Wait for the perp to give themselves up for convenience's sake?" Liam sighed, shaking his head as he shifted his wrist somewhat in the uncomfortably handcuffs, turning his gaze over toward Hanson as he made a show of thinking for a moment, before giving the man as straight a face as he could muster. "Cowboys, about time, too."
He hoped that they would take him at his word, admittedly, Liam had no idea if the woman actually had anything on her, but he figured it was his best chance of getting out of this without calling his 'lawyer'. He didn't have on really, not one that he regularly used anyway, Aloise would be his first port-of-call if it was required, though it occurred to him Carbry would probably recognize her, if not Hanson. Regardless, he figured she would be better than anyone else he could call if it came down to it. Liam would be the first to admit after all that generally, Aloise had a much better plan on how to approach things than he ever did.
Post is absolutely coming tonight, in the next 6 hours max
Glad to see you back @Morose ^^ I'll be posting tomorrow when I have a break at uni.
Harry Walsh
Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks - Back Courtyard
Harry watched Aziza closely as she turned to face him, standing a couple of feet away to give her some space if she needed it. His eyes shifted back and forth over her face, searching her expression as she spoke. When he thought about it, it was evident to Harry that he and Aziza had not been too closely acquainted for long, until the events of the previous night, most of their interactions had been limited to friendly discussions at her work. He had always enjoyed her company and found something relaxing about being around her, but the last twenty-four hours had done a great deal.
Harry found that he trusted Aziza, being around her managed to keep him calm even under particularly stressful circumstances, and when they were completely alone as they were then, he found himself often lost in his thoughts or memorising the details of her face, as if for some reason or another he would not see them again. It was an exercise he'd only done once or twice before, right before he'd shipped off during the war, and yet he did not know why now he was so compelled to do it.
He was snatched back to reality as he felt Aziza's head gently press against his chest, his gaze turning down toward her as he felt her arms slip around him. It gave him pause for a moment, and it took a couple of seconds before he actually moved his own arms to wrap them back around her in kind. Aziza had hugged him before, but there was a difference this time, though yet again he found himself ill-equipped to figure out what it was. He shook his head gently as he heard her apologize, eyes meeting hers as she tilted her head back to look up at him. "Of course; I'm here to listen to anything you need to say..." He assured her in a quiet voice, eyes never leaving hers as they stood in each other's arms.
William Drake
Location: Qasr El Nil Barracks - Infirmary
As he stomped through the barracks, William's frustration slowly but surely began to subside. He had not been frustrated with Vera, nor had he even been particularly frustrated by Peter's arrival, now that he thought about it - when he considered it William realized that what had really aggravated him was himself. He almost appreciated that Peter had come and interrupted him when he had, after all, what had William been thinking? Vera was a lady, a noble lady, William may have been an American, not bound to the kind of etiquette and 'proper' manner that Vera and Peter observed, but the man had clearly set his eyes upon her, and she had accepted his offer of courtship. Sticking his nose in it was foolish, he knew what was 'proper' was that he should stay out of it all.
On the other hand however, William figured what was 'proper' could go to hell. He could almost see the two sides of his conscience, locked in a fierce battle over Vera, it irritated him more than anything how he couldn't get the woman off his mind. However, as he walked, he slowly found himself calmed, the time away from her and the strange feelings her presence gave served to relax him, at least to a degree. He considered returning to the museum ahead of Vera and Lauren, he half-expected Peter to be coming with, and at that moment the last thing he wanted was to be around both Vera and her beloved. Sighing, he made his way toward the main courtyard, peering briefly out toward the cars which had pulled up to take Josephine and Haakon to the prison. He did not press on however, shaking his head as he remained by the front doors, rather begrudgingly deciding to remain, and follow his offer to escort Vera.
Aedan Merryn
Location: The Kingdom of Abhainn
Interacting With: Keir Farren @The Valkyrie, Lady Julianna @HushedWhispers
Such a display of unbridled aggression from his new King was not something Aedan was un-used to. He had seen it many times before in his visits to the capital. It was the kind of violence he had occasionally seen on the battlefield, but that was war, where such violence was, although cruel, most times expected. Jack was by all accounts a tyrant, at least it was so in Aedan's eyes, a mad king who seemed intent on ruling a kingdom of ashes. His steely gaze remained on the announcer as Jack beat him and then forced the flagpole into his throat. Turning his gaze, Aedan simply motioned to a pair of his own guards, watching as they moved over, removing the flagpole and carefully dragging off the body to a far more discreet place.
As Keir took a few steps back from Julianna to stand aside him, Aedan adjusted his cloak somewhat and shook his head, speaking in a quiet tone, mostly in passing, though also towards her. "Fool set the marriage, and he's already set to ruin it." Aedan knew rather well that Jack had killed others for much kinder words than his own. However, for all his faults Aedan at least knew that Jack was not stupid, Aedan had grown to be one of the best generals of Sliabh, and had the support of its army, for now at least he held a favourable position, though he made no effort to hide his distaste for Jack's brutality, casting such comments around was not uncommon when it came to Aedan.
He cast his gaze over to Maddox then, he had never seen the man before, but he had heard stories. The man seemed strong, Aedan could tell at least from a glance that Maddox was or perhaps had been a fighter, though they had never met on the field. What did catch his eye was how unlike their father's both kings seemed to be. Aedan had been close with the late king of Sliabh, and he had known and respected him well. It was one of the reasons he'd been held in such high regard by many other nobles, and indeed why he had come as a protector to Lady Julianna. He was drawn from his thoughts however when he saw Julianna approaching, glancing over to Keir as she spoke towards her, before his gaze met Julianna's when she spoke towards him.
Aedan gave little more than a slight nod in respect, he was not one for smiling, as many of those he knew had come to understand, always keeping a serious or stern expression among those he still often considered his betters. "My apologies, my lady." he spoke gently in a response to her gentle teasing, unsure of whether or not it had in fact actually just been teasing, though he did give her a proper nod, along with a slight bow as she spoke quietly to him. "Of course, whenever it is convenient, Lady Julianna." He spoke respectfully, watching as she turned back toward Maddox, turning back over his shoulder to one of his guards, ensuring a proper burial for the announcer as he waited to follow along with Julianna and Maddox.
Liam Matthews
A whole lot of pain was the first thing that Liam registered when his thoughts were his own again, along with the slapping of handcuffs against his wrist. Not an unfamiliar feeling, at least since he'd become something of a hunter-in-training, from what he'd experienced with Aloise, there ended up being quite a few times where one or both of them ended up in handcuffs. When his sense came back to him and he realized he was naked, he quickly slipped his way into the trousers Hanson crossed him, starting to put everything together as he looked around. It wasn't hard for him to work out who was responsible, he already knew the two girls were clearly something supernatural.
Quickly he started wracking his brain, how could he convince the agents to let him go. Then he actually looked over at them. He recognized them, both of them. Keenan he'd seen at the hotel, but Hanson he'd seen somewhere else. It took him a moment before he realized, Altsoba. He swore under his breath as Keenan went to talk to the Brunette, that was probably a dead end, he just groaned as he looked over to Hanson, leaning as close as he could in the cuffs, he cleared his throat. "Listen buddy, this is gonna sound weird as fuck, but I don't have a lot to lose by tellin' you this, and I know you've heard and seen weirder shit, so..." He sighed, this was gonna suck, but he continued speaking, deliberately trying to keep it as hush as possible so Keenan and the Brunette wouldn't hear.
"So from time to time I get these visions, generally from the big man upstairs... Don't tell your buddy over there that,
if you don't mind. Anyway, I got one about posh spice over there?" He nodded toward the brunette before looking back to Hanson. "Yeah, chances are your fugitive? It's her, somethin' about a murder, all that. I don't know if I can like, testify or something here, but i'll do it, anyway, off topic. The point is, I got here and there's some two chumps here who are almost definitely supernatural, and from what just happened, can apparently mind control people. Fun fact - not generally in the habit of streaking." He sighed as he said all this, running his free hand through his hair and realizing he sounded probably insane, but hey, at this point, he didn't have a lot to lose.
Post is gonna be coming tonight soon as I have the chance, gonna aim to get one out before I head off to dinner but if I can't it'll definitely be within the next 6 hours max.
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