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Fab, when it comes to portraying a character believably, you might be the best this site has.
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There's no need to build a labyrinth when the entire universe is one.
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Well, this was my account. Had my fair share of memories of the guild, both good and bad. I hope you all have a great time here and keep getting better at RPing and writing. Myself, I've fallen out of love with roleplaying in general, and this site in particular. There's still good people here, but I've learned enough and seen enough that I'm not confident this site is going good places. Tanderbolt's moving on. Where am I going after this? I don't know, but to quote Raymond Carver, "I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.". Good night, ladies, good night

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Collaboration with Letter Bee

Lucas Lee would not shared how he learned this fact, but one of the indistinguishible lowrises in Santa Monica's sprawling office parks held something different. If you approached at the right hour and told the security guard the right phrase, he'd lead you to an empty office, perfect for having a conversation with the technological equivalent of a ghost.

Lee would sit down on the available chair, and wait for the local Technocrat's projection to manifest. After a pause, the Episcopalian Bishop would then say:

"I found a new type of what your faction would call a 'Reality Deviant'. Are you interested?"

The flickering image the machine in the corner projected had little color or details, making it look like the figure was in silhouette. Looking at the build it appeared female, but anything more specific was tough to discern from the darkness. She spoke "We value information, but each item is only worth so much. If I had more time I'd refer you to some of Shannon's theorems, but my agenda is rather busy. Much of what we know is private, if you are claiming to have found something unknown to us and significant, I am willing to discuss this matter further."

Lee nodded, and pulled out a dossier from his robe, holding it up to what he presumed was a scanner in the conference table. The reason he didn't use a USB was because the Technocracy might mistake it for a mystic cyberattack. This dossier contained data about Lucas, his exorcisms, and his powers. Not merely that, but also contained were an account of Priscilla's encounter with the cult of Cidhal...written before Prisicilla even reported it to her superior.

"Basically, a new type of sapient supernatural who can suck 'Demons' into himself and destroy them, and manifest Light. He also has attracted the attention of demon cultists and a Vampire," Lee summarized. "Significant enough?"

The figure absorbed the information unnaturally fast, pausing for only a moment before replying. "What you have given us is interesting, though we will verify it to root out any falsehoods present. I will admit, it deals with matters that have been recieving less resources at present. Are there other matters you wish to discuss?"

"Currently, the Camarilla are more powerful than us Traditions, and thus more of a threat, am I right?" was Lee's answer.

"I will not comment on matters regarding our current strategic position. We remain interested in the activities of both groups" she said

A nod from Lee, before he said, "Well, all I'll just say is that we've received...news that the Camarilla are preparing something major, something that might cause a war between the varied factions of bloodsuckers in the city. Not to be optimistic, but they might be exposing themselves to cracks in their structure..."

She had another short response. "We are monitoring the situation. If you have anything related to that matter, I invite you to share it now."

"The Camarilla have acquired an ancient relic, the Ankaran Sarcophagus, which, despite their disavowal of 'Noddist' Legends, they think contains an Antedelluvian," Lee spoke plainly.

"Thank you for being willing to share with us. Is there anything else you know about this matter" She replied, again showing little emotion.

"Nothing more," Lee was sincere; although it was unknown if he would have told anything more if he knew. He then checked his watch, before saying, "I think I used up my free hours; there's a sermon I have to preach soon."

"Once again, thank you. You may leave the same way you came. If you wish to reach us again, ask the security guard for your phone on your way out." She finished, knowing that the guard had not asked for his phone in the first place.

Simone did not bother to look at Yuki as she spoke "If there are demons, it is because the designs of man have brought them into this world. Based on the present situation, I think my plans are not the ones that you should be most concerned about at the moment." Senses told her about the carnage within the structure, natural and supernatural of such strength that it was impossible to ignore. Still, Simone's face remained an unchanging mask of calm, even as she made preparations to leave.

Of course she knew that Yukie was asking for help, but it was not in her nature to offer an obvious gesture. She continued "It's tragic how much time we spend teaching children that demons are the source of our problems, as if they can only be the result of some outside force rebelling against the norms of the universe. The world has no will or grand design of it's own." By a coincidence to perfect to be mere chance without outside aid, a taxi driver pulled into the lot, tired from his long shift and ignorant of the danger. He stepped out of the car to stretch. "That is not to say that it lacks a sense of humor." Simone pointed to it with one finger, suggesting the obvious benefits of procuring it as a means of escape. She started her own car, getting ready to roll out of the parking lot and expecting some of those escaping to follow her.
I'm interested.
In a parking lot, Simone sat in her car, the E-type Jaguar lit by dimming streetlights and the faint glow of the strip of motels and bars across the street. This part of town had cheap rent, and attracted businesses that kept long hour and asked few questions. It was hardly her preferred part of town, but she had to be here to prepare for the schemes coming later tonight. At the moment she was more bored than afraid of anything, a little bit of magic could sense those with ill intent around, and another little bit made it easy to fashion a few stacks hundred dollar bills which could smooth all sorts of more mundane problems.

She had put the word of the plan out through the usual channels, leaving the details vague. The message said that she had found a place of great potential power, a location where the boundary between the mortal world and the Umbral realms was paper thin. Mages knew it as a node, Garou called it a caern, but both would be interested. For now she had left out where it was, both to avoid competition and also to prevent the Tremere from catching on. They were clever schemers, and they had managed to keep this detail of their Chantry hidden for long enough, but they were prone to overestimating their own importance and power, overlooking interests that fell outside the sphere of their millenia of vampiric court intrigue.

If there was one group that Simone worried about most right now, it was those pesky men in black suits. Thankfully, Virtual Adept networks were usually secured against them, and the rumors among the Garou rarely fell into the their surveillance webs, but there was no way to be sure they wouldn't show up. All she could do was wait and rely on her senses (natural and supernatural) to alert her to the dangers. Someone would come by soon and ask her about the job, or even contact her with correspondence if they too had magic, but at this moment she did not know who it would be.
@Universorum Still here, still up for this RP.
@tobiax@EnterTheHero I have edited my characters backstory to remove his prohibition on returning to Atlas and gave him a more conventional reason for settling in Vacuo. If there are any other alterations you would like me to make, please let me know
Backstage




Alex had spent more time thinking this through than most of his plans, although it was still driven by his baser instincts. For most of the show he'd been in the back rooms, telling people that he was working out, practicing what he called "it's Plyo stuff bro, next gen motions to build that fast-twitch fiber in your muscles". Really, it was a variety of jumps but it made him look like he was taking an interest in improving himself. Then he walked around, complained that he felt sore and loudly mentioned he was going to take a long shower while gathering up his dufflebag. Luckily, the showers were close to one of the exits, and the hallway got little traffic. He strolled leisurely towards the door with his dufflebag in hand and his hair conspicuously dry.

Marshall was standing outside the door talking on the phone with his wife trying to get her to convince their daughter to not attempt to join the wrestling industry. This was a constant for his family and he just wanted to make sure she wasn't doing this because of him. That's when he heard the door behind him open. He turned to see who it was not expecting who he saw.

Alex opened the door but immediately remembered he wasn't given the keys to one of the rental cars. Frustrated, he pulled out his phone began to schedule an Uber ride to the hotel. If he left now he'd have time to change and make it to the start of Drum and Bass night at the club. Alex was ready to live it up and put this night behind him. Maybe he'd even party hard enough to forget this moment the next day. He was staring at his phone and holding the door open, failing to notice Marshall standing there.

Marshall lifteted his phone up and said, "I'm gonna have to call you back later." He stuck his phone back in his pocket and walked up behind Alex. He put a hand on his shoulder saying, "What is going on, son?" He had a stern face but his voice didn't sound at all judgmental trying not to get a bad response from the kid.

He was startled when Marshall put a hand on his shoulder, he recovered his composure enough to say "I can't get a cell signal in this place, needed to step out for a minute to deal with something." It was hasty, but it wasn't totally implausible as far as explanations went.

Marshall knew that it was very possible that he was telling the truth, but Marshall also knew that Alex had his bag with him. "If there is an issue you know that there are a lot of people willing to help you out." At this Marshall eyed the bag before looking back to Alex's face.

Alex didn't want to come clean with it, but he could maybe try to get some sympathy from Marshall with a good story. "Well, I'm trying to meet up with my friend that lives in this city tonight, but he was telling me that he had to change his plans. I know I'm not scheduled for the rest of show, would it be a big deal if I headed out early to meet him?"

Marshall was a little angry at this but he did his best not to show it, "No, it's isn't a big deal. Staying mediocre isn't a big deal either." He said those words with as much sarcasm as he possibly could. He then continued more serious this time, "Look, you won't be in any trouble for leaving, BUT it makes it seem as if you have a lack of dedication. If you wanna leave then I can't stop you. But it is also highly unlikely that if you do leave that the higher ups will wanna give you a push. They want people to show how dedicated they are to this buisness. Those are the people who will get far here."

Alex was annoyed by this advice, but it did make him think. "Look, I have a lot respect for you and the business, but things change. Dedication and loyalty are what every job wants, but being a wrestler in this era isn't just about showing up to a shift like a grocery store clerk. I know I'm doing well because I can hear the crowd react when I hit my spots, I can see all the retweets I get and all the gifs people make, and when I see them stop then I'll worry. If the higher ups don't see what the crowd sees in me, then I don't know what to say, but I might as well not worry and just give myself some time to chill." Marshall had a point, but he clearly had different view of the management team than Alex did. He didn't want to attack them blatantly, but a little bit of his growing frustration seeped through into the words he said.

"If you wanna go then get out of here. But realize that the amount of people who want to stand by you or work with you will dwindle each time you do something that shows you are just here for the fame and money. All the other wrestlers that are here that aren't apart of the booking tonight are either working out, preparing for future promos, or watching matches to learn what they could potentially do better. It has never been about showing up for a shift. It's about showing dedication and support. But since you're so set on leaving then get out of here. You most likely won't be here long with that attitude." Marshall started walking away towards the door, but he kept his ear open in case Alex said more.

"I've been walking my path for a while now and so far it's led me from the trailer park to here. I ain't gonna abandon it just yet. I want to wrestle, I want to improve, but I also want to be my own man. I know you don't think much of me right now, but I hope I'll change your mind some day." After finishing what he said Alex walked on, out into the arena parking lot, off to meet his ride. There would be consequences for this, but Alex didn't have the mind to think about them right now.

@tanderbolt Winter isn't a Hunter because she's a special operative. And he didn't abandon his post,he stayed there.


As his backstory is written, he did eventually leave his post after meeting the scavengers, and without being ordered to retreat he technically has forsaken his duty. Even if the military would forgive him, he has enough bitterness to not want to go back to Atlas.
@tanderbolt I like the character. While having graduated the Atlas Academy technically makes him Huntsman qualified, he seemed to have taken the military route? Either way is fine I guess, based on the outcome. Also, I don't think Atlas has a Court Martialing thing? I don't know, but they don't seem that strict. But that's just me. We'll have to wait for Enter on that.


If court martialing isn't a thing I guess I could make it a matter of pride, being ashamed to come back to Atlas after having deserted his post. Yes, he enlisted in the military even though he is a huntsman, in the show Winter seems to have taken a similar route.
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