Themerlinhawk

Life in the verse. A Firefly/Serenity RP

I'll post today. Sorry I work all week

Digital Detachment - Correct the Cyber and Real World

@Genkaiwelcome to my life.

Job, Nevada (Supernatural Western/Mystery)

@GuntherI will leave your character in the RP, if you want to rejoin us at any time just let me know. I can if you like let you know when the next mystery begins that way you have a freshish start. Sorry to see you go

Job, Nevada (Supernatural Western/Mystery)

@BlackPanthernot a problem

Life in the verse. A Firefly/Serenity RP

Alright, sleep is calling me so I will get a response in tomorrow. Take care

Job, Nevada (Supernatural Western/Mystery)

@Gunther@Hellis@MysT3CH@Noxious@Life in Stasis@BlackPanther@FantasyChic@Culluket

Hey everyone, just checking in on y'all. I know things have been slow and I'm okay with a leisurely pace personally. If you wouldn't mind a head count that would be great. I know I've been a little slow with the posting so I'm going to start roping y'all in (Pun intended) if you have moved on that's fine. If you have just been waiting for things to pick up, that's fine too. Just let me know where everyone is at.

Job, Nevada (Supernatural Western/Mystery)

The Mystery of the Bovine Butcher- Day one, later afternoon

Deputy Carter

Sheriff's Office, House of Angels

@FantasyChic@BlackPanther

Finally putting his pen down the Deputy stood up and stepped out onto the porch of the Sheriff's office. Still no sign of Abraham which on its own wasn’t cause for concern. Looking up at the sky he noted that the sun was starting to creep down towards the horizon. It was amazing that he hadn’t been called on to sort out some sort of disturbance of the peace. No doubt the people in town were on their best behavior for the most part since there was going to be an event this evening and no one wanted an evening with the vast majority of god fearing people in one place. It meant that everyone could get together and relax and the vast majority of those who did not attend such functions were free to go along with their evening of debauchery free from any possibility of judgement. It was a funny thought but the church socials were a sort of cease fire between those that the christians of Job dubbed degenerates and those who enjoyed their drink, drugs, gambling and whoring more openly.

The last item on his list of things that the less upstanding would be enjoying this evening prompted action. Father Marks always extended an invitation to the House of Angels. Most people thought of it as distasteful even though to his knowledge none of the girls to date had accepted. Henry wasn’t sure if it was because the proprietor forbade the girls from going or if the girls understood the significance of the evening for their client base. Regardless Henry was always the go between for the invitation and besides that, Elias needed to be officially warned that strange things were afoot. About a year ago a methuselah, a several century old singular vampire, came through Job and was in the habit of ripping over the necks of whores and the homeless. It was probably best to make sure Elias was aware that he should be on the lookout for any strange individuals this evening. Not that Henry seriously expected them to be in danger it was just that while he had no idea what was going on it was best to keep the potentially vulnerable aware.

Making the walk down the street to the front of the house of angels Henry steeled himself and pressed through the front door. It was always strange being in such a place and it was not always a good idea for him to be seen there given that he was the town's Deputy twenty four hours a day every day of the year and frequenting such an establishment would not have looked good for his character. It really wasn’t that Henry thought he was above such things but he needed the people of Job to respect him and find his character flawless enough to continue handing down the law.

If they only knew…

Pushing through the front door Henry stood awkwardly in the front parlor of the establishment. The Deputy never knew what to do with himself here when he had not been called upon to handle a patron, a murder or something else pertaining to his job. This was different, he was a messenger for the town's Reverend. No doubt Pharrah would let him stew until Elias noticed or until a few of the girls had tried to get him to pay for time. It was all a game for the Madame and not one that Henry particularly enjoyed playing. Still. Henry was in her house only so often and he was the sort who played by the rules regardless of if he liked them or not.

Life in the verse. A Firefly/Serenity RP

Captain Wyn

The last man off the carriage landed with a heavy crunch of his combat boots. Sucking the sandy scorching air through the rebreather he was wearing Wyn popped his neck. Shielding eyes headed behind heavy dark goggles the man looked up at the sun beating down on them. The man’s frame was big enough that the cramped carriage had done a number on him. Slinging his bag over his shoulder his alliance issue combat boots left heavy footprints in the sand as he walked towards where their ship was waiting. Still stretching his neck and shoulders as he walked Wyn noted the other members of the carriage. It had been an uneventful ride and he’d slept a good deal of the way.

Checking the sidearm on his hip Wyn came up behind the group and stopped dropping his back on the ground. Quite the bunch they were and one of them seemed to be under the influence of some sort of drug. Amazing that he hadn’t wandered off the path into the blazing sun to die like a dehydrated animal somewhere. One of them appeared to be wearing a full environmental suit. Not that he cared all that much but the way that the others acted said a lot about them. Some days he really wished he’d never asked for his discharge papers from the ASO. After the latest go round with his father it had become an increasing pain. Letting his crew go until such a time as Hathor was no longer impounded meant that he was stuck working with some real bottom of the barrel characters and more than a few of them were brown coat supporters. It was not as though he really cared but his Alliance issue gear, training and baring gave him away as ex-Alliance military. More than one it had ended him him having to punch or shoot his way out of an encounter.

Hopefully this group didn’t care nearly so much as the a few members of the last crew he had run with after he’d shot the cook and broke one of the other crew member’s necks the captain and he had parted on less than friendly terms. Though they had parted without exchanging bullets given that the other two had started it. Wyn had just finished it. This whole situation smacked of bad idea but he needed the money. Still massaging the back of his neck Wyn waited to see if there was anyone else joining them, politely avoiding the conversation that had begun between a man who had a geiger counter and a limp and the possibly female individual in the environment suit.

Job, Nevada (Supernatural Western/Mystery)

Sorry for the stall everyone. My work life caught up to me since I started my new job today no pun intended. I should have a post up tomorrowish, take care

Life in the verse. A Firefly/Serenity RP

Sounds good