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Maybe the real plot was the friends we made along the way. [Last Updated: April 3, 2022]


I'm 26 years old and I have learned not to share too much of my personal life on the internet. I work as an English and writing tutor at a local college.

I love literature and poetry, and I also enjoy writing, and I like to think I'm not half bad at it. I first started writing as a hobby with online roleplay at the start of 2010, and I've slowly drifted away from it in recent years. I enjoy most genres, but if I had to pick a couple of favorites, they would be sci-fi and high fantasy—heavy emphasis on the high fantasy. Some of my favorite characters have come from Elder Scrolls roleplays, since it appeals to the D&D nerd in me.

I have a tendency to get carried away with making my character sheets. I like telling their stories in the sheet sometimes even more than the roleplay itself, which depends on the roleplay itself of course. I want my readers to know how their background influences them as a person, how their personality bleeds into their appearance, and I love watching characters overcome their personal tragedies and finding their true selves as their identities shatter and reform like kintsugi. I've always been a fan of characters overcoming their weaknesses and obstacles and I try to make that show in many of my characters. Therefore, many of the narratives I explore come from a place of vulnerability, but I try to balance the heavy themes with light whimsy.

I also try to research whatever it is I'm writing about so that I'm not just spitting into the wind - unless that's what my character is doing, in which case I try to make sure that's made clear in my writing. It’s kind of hard to define my style, as I’m influenced by all sorts of literary movements and schools of criticism; dark romanticism, modernism, post-modernism, Marxism, feminism, post-structuralism—I have a lot of isms in my pocket. Nathaniel Hawthorne is one of my favorite dark romantic authors, Dickinson is one of my favorite naturalist poets, Judith Ortiz Cofer, Langston Hughes, and Robert Frost—they’ve all in some ways informed my writing, as well as many others. I even tend to look to some of my fellow guild mates for inspiration or analyze what I like about their writing and see what I can do to improve my own through their example.




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Abraham Gene
... and a stranger.




Abe found a hotel that night. Not one of a chain, but a local one that was owned by one of the city's elite class. It was a towering suite in the downtown sect of Baybridge's districts. The floors were made of porcelain, crystalline chandeliers were hung from the ceiling, and suited ushers carrying his things to his room for him. The room he bought was furnished with scarlet carpeting, a king sized beds with countless pillows and thick sheets. Wine and glasses sat beside the bed, and along with it, a variety of services such as room phones and internet and television - there was probably an escort line in here, but paying for sex was a classless act to do in Abe's book, especially if he could just as easily pick somebody up. Blocked by sliding glass doors, it was on the balcony of that room where Abe stood, overlooking the busy streets of Baybridge as he had a phone pressed up to the side of his head.

"Cassowary reporting in."

"Has Cassowary infiltrated RAVEN yet?" Inquired the voice on the other side. Their voice was feminine, and were one of the few contacts that were able to relay the information to the boss-man in charge.

"Not yet. Bureaucracy is getting in the way. But I've got a friend inside that can probably cut some of the red tape out of my way, and I've got some events lined up for me to get in nice and cozy with the big wigs. Expect me to be handing out the orders in no time."

"That is good. Your friend is Blackmore, yes? Record says you went to the academy with him, and his late father died in Verthaven seven years ago in the service of NEST-sanctioned RAVEN. A recommendation from that legacy may go a long way."

"Just as I had thought." Abe asserted.

"And what of the events you have in mind?" She asked.

"You aren't my only information broker." Abe answered smugly. "I have about as many contacts connected to my father. One of his business partners has a link to... an old colleague of mine."

"Serpent."

Abe's face froze in a look of stun, and paused in a brief moment of silence. They continued.

"We did all kinds of homework on you, Cassowary. We know that Serpent has a closer connection to you than just through your father."

"So, you did know..." Abe chuckled uncomfortably.

"Yes, we're also aware that there's a birthday on the 'morrow. If you're suggesting that you plan on attending a party to gain leverage on Serpent and secure your chances in infiltrating RAVEN, then that is an excellent idea that I would personally endorse. You may relax tonight, I'm signing you in to your party personally."

"Oh. Well, that's good then!" Abe replied.

"Just one thing, Cassowary. Once you get into RAVEN, try to avoid their high security cells. If Ignatius identifies you, your cover will be blown. Magus does not mind your arrogance in slighting our intelligence, but he would be very displeased to hear about your failure. He was tentative about letting a stranger such as yourself be given this mission in the stead of his top agent, but I find that the ability to talk would be crucial here. Try not to give him a reason for him to send the Nightengale after you."

"I'd like to see her try!" Abe refuted, now all fired up at the suggestion of the Nightengale taking him down.

"End of report, Cassowary?"

Abe ended the call right at that point and marched inside his hotel room, throwing the phone at the cushioned bed. That certainly wasn't the conversation he was picturing in his head! He wanted to make it clear to his employers that he was efficient, and was able to hold one over their heads. That he had power in his hands that they had no control over - but no, that wasn't the case. They had a mural of the entire picture on their walls, detailed and articulated, far beyond what Abe had at his disposal. The realization that they didn't need him so much as they needed a pair of boots on the ground was clear now, and it was infuriating. As it were, they didn't even believe he was the best option they had at their disposal! The Nightengale, bah! She wasn't so tough. If they weren't paying him so much, he might jump ship on this cruise. But... nobody before them were able him to assign such fun assignments. He'd just have to hold out for now and prove his worth.

A bottle of wine sat at the nightstand beside his bed, next to two glasses. Latricieres Chambertin Domaine Leroy... or whatever the fuck. Wine wasn't really his style, but God, he could use something to make the night go by a little quicker. He poured the glass with a steady hand, and walked the expensive wine back to balcony that overlooked the city. Black night, lit up by dots of street lights and cars. Taking a sip, and letting the strong, smooth flavor wash over his tongue. He turned around and looked into his room and sighed.

"Could use a couple more women in here."

He walked back inside and picked up the hotel room's phone. Before dialing any of the numbers, he downed the rest of the glass and flung it towards the bathroom, where the dainty glass immediately shattered and collected in the bathtub. In its stead, he picked up the whole bottle itself.

"Hello. I'd like to schedule a valet for a meeting I must attend tomorrow. Yes... the Liu Estate. Excellent, have a wonderful night!"

He hung up the phone, and just as soon, lifted the bottle and took a couple chugs of wine before laying his back down on the bed.

"To me!" He declared, raising the bottle in a toast in an empty room. "And not getting laid in a giant bed tonight, and drinking a two grand bottle of wine alone! Traveling with your job sucks."
And I bet @FernStone can't even hope to achieve the level of touchy-feely mother-daughter moments that I have in this single post.


You can write some of that shit, but you can't say it.

Abraham Gene
Written in collaboration with @Mr Allen J

Somewhere outside Baybridge, Washington

"Remain inconspicuous, but utilitarian."

That's what "they" said, "they", the "big mysterious father" that looks after his children - presumably with orbital missiles locked on your location should you double cross them, as the organization the man worked for didn't really seem like the type of people that would let him off with a slap on a wrist. They operated large scale, with just-as-large plans, and one had to wonder if they also had a just-as-large ego if they thought they could control the feng shui of the world. They even had to go and control what car he had to drive.

As they put it, "inconspicuous, but utilitarian."

Abraham didn't know that meant he had to drive a 2013 Ford Taurus. You know what Ford meant? Let him break it down for you:

"Found On Roadside Dead." Abe muttered.

F-O-R-D. Ford.

If Abe had any say in it, he'd be cruising in a luxury Benz or something. It was 2022 for crying out loud, he was wondering the whole time while driving the nine year old rust bucket if it would finally kick the can between New Mexico and the beaches of Washington... but if there was any one thing he had to give it credit for, it was the trunk space. He could hide a body in there. Well, not that he did, but nor that he wouldn't. What he did have, though, was a false bottom hiding all of his toys; and you can bet that, despite his lack of love for the carriage of bottom-feeders, he's taken care of the car. Cleaning, waxing, taking off that horrible Ford decal on the front - he wasn't about to make it look like he was riding inside an old leather shoe.

The roadways were, for the most part, not well maintained. Not like they used to be, when all of the tax dollars could go to repairing them. Nowadays, it was all about security. The meta management organizations and the like, repairing homes and businesses from super power backlash, prison processing, legal processing - there wasn't enough money to go around to take care of the countrysides. The only thing that might have made the trip worthwhile were the sights. Washington was a beautiful state, he had to admit. Conifers, mountains, crags, lakes and rivers, and the way the sun glowed as it dipped at the horizon just gave the whole atmosphere a feeling of calm, which complimented the smell of pine in the chill air. He suspected that would all change as soon as he rolled into the city. He wasn't terribly upset about it. Abe preferred living urban.

"In the next half-mile, take right exit 155 onto Midway Avenue in Washington. Then, in the next two miles, you will meet your destination."

Abe smiled. Finally, this drive from hell was almost over.

"Siri," Abraham said. The phone beeped in response. "Take me to DOVE/RAVEN joint headquarters."

"Calculating..."

Abe reassessed the instructions to himself. First, apply for RAVEN. Word had it that a lot of good men died, so they must be dying to get their hands on some more. Get it? Anyway, word also has it that since the great Blackmore perished seven years back, an old acquaintence may have picked up where he left off. The next Blackmore son. Two, gain their trust. He had to be careful not to show off too much, otherwise they might be suspicious of any prior training, and should that be the case, where he might have gotten it. He might be trained to mislead telepaths, but it might be a mental battle from there on - and they might have more than one. At the same time, show off just enough that they can recognize his value. Three, slowly leak information to his employers. RAVEN no doubt has very valuable intel and resources that Abe's employers would appreciate having. Keeping a tab on their activity can show them where and where not to look, if they haven't already found it themselves. Four...

Infiltrate the Founding Family. Gather their information, destroy their resources, and eliminate his targets. Kill anybody that could compromise his mission.


DOVE/RAVEN Joint Headquarters

It took another fifteen minutes of travel, between the city traffic and lights, and getting from one side of Baybridge to the other was no picnic. Abe already hated it here, reminding him a little too much of Boston. But, in the end, this is the kind of place Abe would know like the back of his hand. While he may not like it, he'll do well here... assuming he steered clear of the National Guard patrols, and had an exit plan in case they decided they decided to search all throughout his car and find something like, say, I don't know, an entire arsenal? One man can only hope. Rolling into the front parking lot of the joint headquarters, Abe eyed the security cameras littered about the place, counting at least a dozen with undoubtedly more lurking about. When he gets in, first things first, look for a back door. Every place has a blind spot, it was only a matter of finding it.

The builing itself was less impressive than Abe thought it would be. Though this was coming from a guy that used to be living it up. He opened up the door, and let his boots touch the pavement. From right there you can see that Abe doesn't too terribly humbly. The boots were a Danner Acadia brand, top of the line, with the only thing reportedly wrong with them is its price tag. He wore faded Vermani jeans, secured tightly with a fabric belt, and peculiarly, a fitted gray dress shirt by D&G. He figured that since this was technically a job interview, he might as well look professional from the waist up, yes? But considering how an assassin could be on his ass at any moment, or have some idiot trying to mug him, going for the whole suit and shoes would be utterly stupid. What they got ruined? Now that'd be the real shame.

He took two lochs of his dreads and tied the whole head of hair back in a ponytail. As a gentle breeze blew across the city from the lake, a chill came over him. Perhaps he was spending too much time down south, if he couldn't get used to the cold anymore. He paced to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and withdrew his black wool peacoat. He paused for a moment, second guessing - then lifted up the false bottom on his car, being sure to block the view from any pedestrians and the cameras. There lay what looked to be an arsenal of weaponry, guns strewn across the bottom of the trunk of all sizes and purposes, and gun parts to better fit high caliber rifles in the small space, and strapped to the false bottom were an array of knives and blades and gadgets. He slowly took a Sig Sauer pocket pistol and placed it into the inside pocket of his coat. He closed the false bottom and then the trunk, and discreetly left the vehicle. As he walked across the parking lot, throwing his coat on, a woman caught his eye as she was coming out of her own car. He kept up the stare, because, well, the Lord did quite the fine work on this looker - woo! What a beauty!

Until she caught his stare, and Abe just tried to play it off with a charming smile and straightened his gaze back to the door.

The redhaired woman caught sight of the tall and mysterious man as she was merely getting out of her car to finish up some paperwork. The man was certainly mysterious... and Scarlet personally had an eye out for suspicious people ever since London was outed as a mole, and the Hound started really putting pressure on the agency.

She should report this.

Abe pushed open the front door of the building and confidently entered the foyer of the joint headquarters. It was a quaint little atmosphere they had here, though the most he could compliment was the woodwork on the furniture. He stared ahead at the desk, where sat a Spanish woman who looked to be about his own age. He paused to look at her with an appraising eye, before gently smiling in amusement. It appeared that these folks only hired the pretty ones. DOVE must be full of pushovers.

When he approached the desk, the man cleared his throat to catch her attention and promptly held his hands behind his back.

"Hello ma'am," Abe greeted. The slightest hint of his Boston accent was leaking through.

Tonight, it was Marianela Porras that was assigned to the front desk. Normally, no one would be showing up at this hour, but she was pleasantly surprised to be approached by a tall African-American man. She wasn't especially suspicious of him... but, what business does he have in the agency headquarters at this hour?

Well, there's a reason why they keep a shotgun under the front desk.

Marianela leaned in forward, and smiled at Abe. She was wearing a suit - with the DOVE symbol on her shoulder. "Hello, sir," She started off, cordial as always, "How can I help you?"

"Well, you see," Abe started, "I don't know your protocol for handling this type of thing, so I figure I might as well get right onto it - I want to enlist in RAVEN."

"Oh?" Marianela said, honestly surprised. "Oh, well, then fill out this form..." Marianela said as she quickly dug through a filing cabinet to produce a clipboard that had a form attached to it. The form had the usual questions (Such as name, age, and other personal questions). She put the form on the desk, and pushed it across and presented it to Abe, who eagerly took it into his hands to scan the questions quickly before writing anything down.

"So, when this is done," Abe said as he started writing down his name, "what comes next?"

"We are going to discuss what you want to do, your intentions for joining RAVEN, and then I'll set you up for an interview," Marianela explained. "After the interview, you will do a rather lengthy test that will help us gauge how well you preform in certain, and how much you know. Then after that is the physical. If everything goes well, you'll have to wait a few days for us to process this, then you'll be placed in training."

"It's a good wait then." Abe sighed somberly. His sex? He got the impression that writing "yes please" wouldn't fly well. He filled in the circle next to male and continued on with the more in-depth information. Phone number, social security, mailing address - mailing address? Abe groaned.

"Eh... I just came from Massachusetts," Abe lied, "and coming here is one of the first things I did, so I haven't found a place to crash yet. Would it be fine if we just... withhold that for now?"

"For now, yes. Our agency is very understanding."

"That's good."

Abe started checking off questions down the list. Metahuman, yes or no - yes - what kind? Elemental. Criminal history? Flawless - Abe cracked a smile as he answered - past jobs? Uh... security detail. Bouncer. So on and so forth. Education? Milton Academy, with honors, and the scholarships he has been offered upon graduation, both in academia and sports. Even the Babson College accepted his letter, but Abe didn't follow through on the business career his father wanted him to follow. Academy 218. Huh. That was actually something he could bring up to this lovely young lady here, see if it can get him anywhere.

"Darlin', this reminds me - I've attended the 218 Academy some few years ago. It's been a while, but I wonder, can that get me anywhere or accelerate your processing?"

"Hmmm... That certainly will help, sir." Marianela said.

"Heeeeeeey!" A booming voice loudly announced as loud footsteps approached. When Abe turned his head, he recognized the man that he went to Academy 218 with. Donned in the most impressive armor RAVEN could buy. "Abe, you're one person I never expected to see here - did you get arrested or something?"

Marianela rolled her eyes.

"Well, I'll be damned!" Abe declared as he marched forward to grab the RAVEN's hand. "Drake fucking Blackmore! Get real man, you don't think there ain't a soul alive that can keep up with me?"

Drake stuck out his hand for a good ol' friendly handshake.

"I hope you haven't lost your edge, yeah." Drake quickly replied. "Because it ain't like those metal arenas, there's fuckin' monsters out here, man"

Immediately the man, alarmed, whipped around with a hand raised to his mouth as he looked back at Marianela. "Ooooh, right, I'm supposed to be applying. I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to be unprofessional!"

"It is okay, sir." Marianela said politely.

"Anyways, that form should be done." Abe told her, then looked again at Drake with a wink. "Give me two weeks, and by then you'll be reporting to me."

"You wish." Drake pointed at his badge. "I got seniority in this bitch."

Marianela then facepalmed... these two will be her coworkers soon!

"So, that next step!" Abe declared as he whipped around to face Marianela at the desk. "You wanted to talk about my future here or something? What I want, intentions, the touchy feely stuff?"

'Because, chica, I can do touchy feely.'

"Oh yes... I'd like to know your reasons behind joining RAVEN."

Drake leaned in and whispered.

"... This is the part where they try - and fail - to weed out the assholes." He snickered.

Abe smiled looking out the corner of his eyes to Drake, but he looked back at Marianela and he appeared a bit grimmer than before as he held his hands behind them. 'Straight to the point? Yeah... let's get straight to the point.'

"I want to help you destroy the Founding Family." Abe stated matter-of-factly.

Both Drake and Marianela looked at Abe.

The latter in particular was honestly curious as to how Abe knows about the Family since that was a secret within the Agency - outside the Agency, the Hound and his Intimidation Unit were seemingly unaffiliated. That made the woman suspicious. "... And what do you know of this Family?"

"I have my reasons." Abe assured. He looked to the computer that was beside her. "If you're a federal organization, I'm assuming you've got the same kind of database? Look up a name that should have a case connected to it. Samuel Gene."

Abe then looked at Drake solemnly. "One thing I never told you was that I had a little brother."

Turning back to Marianela, Abe continued. "Case probably states that it was an internal affair, a bodyguard gone rogue. While the police settled it at the first answer they found, I never left it alone. After ten years, I traced his background all the way to a group called the Founding Family. I guess they wanted to ransom my father, since I come from a wealthy household."

The only thing true about Abe's story was his brother's death, but there was no way to prove his story regarding the Family's connection being wrong as far as he was concerned. RAVEN should know better than anyone that the Family was elusive. Ten dedicated years might be enough to open forbidden doors. 'Not that those doors exist anywhere.'

While Abe was explaining, Marianela was focused on bringing up the case on her computer. She thoroughly examined it, and it was true that his brother was killed - but there wasn't any discernable ties between Samuel's death, and the Family. But, at the same time, Marianela knew that the Family were quite power hungry....

"I... understand." Marienela said.

She was a bit more convinced, but she would definitely have to put this down so they can keep an eye on Abe. Just to make sure he doesn't get blinded by his anger, and charge in....

"... I'm sorry to hear that, Abe." Drake somberly said, knowing how loss felt. There were no words to describe the grief he felt when the NEST Agents came to his home and told him that his father had died in the Verthaven Disaster.

"Ten years." Abe repeated. "If you can help me settle this... I'm sorry, when I help you take this Founding Family or whatever down, consider me in your debt. I'll be a RAVEN in spirit as well as in name."

"We'll do what we can...." Marianela said. "But, I'm also curious as to how you tracked them."

"I'm rich." Abe stated simply. "I can afford many services - and you can learn a lot by common connections. That was a real complex network, let me tell you. I can also tell you that whatever database the Family has is probably a filing cabinent. Ain't nobody able to hack into pen and paper."

That wasn't the answer that Marianela was looking for...but, she was certain that, no matter how many questions she asks, he won't tell. She'll definitely have to key an eye on Abraham.

"Anyways..." Abe began, turning the current away from depressing waters, then clocking Drake in the shoulder with a giant fist. "Little old Korean Breeze here could give me a shining recommendation, couldn't he?"

Drake grinned as he turned to Marianela, leaned in real close and said, "... Hey, this guy's an asshole," Drake started, "Don't hire him."

Abe sighed and rolled his eyes. He joked, "And Drake was the poster boy for skinny jeans, yet here he is."

"I promise I won't waste your time." He added with a wink.

"Heeeeey." Drake said in response. "But, yeah, Abe here is a great choice. The two of us can take the Hound on by ourselves! If only Val was here..." He mused.

Marianela was going to paraphrase Drake's recommendation only because she wants Drake to stop bugging her. "I'll make sure to put your recommendation on record..."

"Thank you very much, miss." Abe said smoothly. "Now! Since we got that out of the way, I'm gonna scope the city out a little bit, maybe find a hotel to stay in for a while before I find a more permanant address. I'll swing by again tomorrow."

"Have a good one!" Drake said, bidding farewell. "Watch your back, out there!"

Abe kept on walking and exited through the front door with a smirk on his face. It was good fortune that Drake came when he did. Having an agent in the agency in his pocket will come in handy, especially one so... loyal. Step one was almost complete. The cards were in his hand, and all he had to do was play them.

'Thank you Drake. You are far more useful than you think...'
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It might have something to do with not believing in worship. Holding someone or something in reverence? Sure. But worship... yikes.
I'm not even gonna try to be diplomatic about this, that had to have been one of the most ridiculous fucking things I've ever heard on this site.
Allen, don't get your panties in a twist because FernStone has written work more masterful than you've ever conceived. Your amateurish attempt at prose is a disgrace to the finer arts.
Great post @FernStone, I think you really let yourself shine in this one.

Brotha could have said something when I sent it to ya.

But no, I might not have emphasized it enough, but that Golem form doesn't pair with Abe. By that, I mean Abe is too impatient for it to work. So it'd likely never be used. But anyways, all that really is is combining two aspects of his power, embodiment and control, to make himself bigger. Logically the only real limit is how much rock is in the area and how much he's able to control at a time

EDIT: I just realized I forgot to delete something from the last rendition. Gonna prevent the golem from being able to earth bend anything outside of itself. Is that good?
Letting you guys know that I'm here and afraid.

Sheet's been managed, just posting it here to let you all know that I exist now. Sorry for your shit luck.


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