Open RP post

[osteological]

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I like to live dangerously.

[capntightpants]

"You know," Mal began, talking more to the person next to him even though his eyes never left the one across the table, "I don't actually think I've ever been called that one before."

[hisworsehalf]

Charity just smirks, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, he's not wrong. Just creative." How she ever got talked into a job like this, she'll never know -- but the pay was good, and the people didn't seem too annoyingly moral. Not so far, at least.

Choice of fantasy or Sci Fi I suppose

[andhishat]

Reya could already feel the headache building behind her eyes as she tried to contemplate the strange flat and tentacled thing floating in the air before her.

"It's honestly called a Flump? By the pole up Helm's backside, I'm beginning to suspect the gods have run out of ideas."

[woahwoahawkward]

"...you know, I don't think the Maker has much say in naming these things."

Why yes, he is just neatly ignoring the fact that Reya said 'gods' plural, not 'god', singular.

"What is bringing this thing here going to achieve, again? Because I still think this is blood magic, and that can only lead to me getting my still-beating heart ripped out of my chest.

[andhishat]

Just going to let that whole monotheism thing slide. Nothing good comes of giving people grief over their (non baby sacrificing) faith, even if she's living proof there's more than one deity. "The name is the least of this thing's problems. It looks like a flying dinner plate with tentacles!"

She paused and shivered, "I seem to recall Coran reading a story about one of these things getting into an all girls college of magic."

Yeah, she'd kicked him out of the party real fast.

"The prophecy was pretty specific about what we need to unlock this lair of the dungeon, and if we can't get down there, we don't have much hope of discovering Lord Tyrannus's next move." She looked back and rolled her eyes. "Don't be absurd. That would be a waste of a perfectly good heart."

[woahwoahawkward]

"Right, of course. Never mind that tearing out someone's heart is evil and wrong, we wouldn't want to waste it." He was still fairly certain that she was walking on the wrong side of magic, but he couldn't afford to be picky right now. He frowned and pursed his lips.

"So what, we have to kill it? Take its tentacles, wave them around under a full moon?"

[andhishat]

She just sighed. "Magic can perform many wonders, but getting you to take a joke seems to not be one of them." Not that Alister hadn't proven to have his own 'special' brand of humor, but really, he got so uptight when it came to magic. Really, she'd used hearts in magic like six times tops, and only one had been human, and he'd been the one to ask her to use it in the first place to save his soul. Was that so wrong?

"Nothing like that. We have to get it to put three of its tentacles in the right three holes in the wall." She eyes the Flump, which for the moment seems content to just float there. "And try not to let it spit acid on us."

oh i think you know who.

[pinup]

Another new bar, some more new faces, but the same old City. Things never seemed to change even when you've been gone for spans of months at a time.

She offered to meet a stranger she chatted up on the Network for a few drinks, having been her usual lonely self lately, but figures they'd be late. And if they stood her up, well...

She could always find herself company. She always does. And if not with someone, well...Captain Jack never let her down.

...the drink. Not the person.

[hungover]

That's a shame, because we hear Captain Jack the person is quite the hospitable gentleman.

Haymitch swaggers into the bar looking like he probably did at least a little pre-drinking before coming to meet Sally. Pretty ladies are a surprising staple of his time in the City - not that anything ever happens with any of them.

He raises an eyebrow at her once he gets over to the bar.

"Sally, right?"

[pinup]

Her mojito is half empty, having gotten bored of waiting, and she's lazily chewing on a mint leaf when he enters...no...sways into the bar. She runs her tongue over her teeth to catch any stray pieces of green before offering him a smile. He's probably not the sort to care, but Sally does.

"The one an' only. Don't worry, you didn't keep me waiting too long." She makes a motion at the seat next to her. "And it's...Haymitch, right? Hard to hear over those devices sometimes."

[hungover]

Also hard to hear when he was probably slurring his words just a little when they last spoke. That's just a detail, though. He slides down into the seat next to her and flashes her a winning grin.

"That's right." Oh, she was a looker -- and not all done-up like the Capitol women were, dyed skin and all.

"Sorry, got a little side-tracked." He'd had to deal with Katniss, actually, but he's not going to go airing her problems to a stranger.

Narcissa, H&M verse?

[onewrongword]

what is scene setting first let's talk. /buttface

Works for me!

[blackestmalfoy]

It's been some time since she's been to this place. When she first arrives, she doesn't recognize it -- nothing around her is familiar. It isn't until she's walking to the hotel that she starts remembering landmarks -- the grocery, some of the bars.

At least she isn't going mad like she initially thought. The memories coming back are making her head ache, though, and maybe that's why she ends up in the basement instead of the suite she was assigned to on the first floor. She lifts her hand to knock, only slightly concerned that Snape won't still be here. His name was still on the registrar when she checked, after all.

/handwaving two more years in the vilage and erasing Those Events from his last year in the village

[onewrongword]

vThe door opens, and -- well. Damn. That's a bit of a shock. Snape is as she last recalled-- a few years older, with gray starting to grace his hair, a few more lines to his face... but then, when you've had five or six birthdays beyond your death, any change is fairly significant. He's catching up to her in age, now; a good forty-six now, he wears his age as best he can. Shock, though, shock he doesn't wear as well.

"Narcissa," he starts. "Well. You've returned again. Come, I was just about to make supper. I can expand it for two."

He stepped aside so that she could return to his apartment. It was the same as it ever was; a suite with a lab attached instead of a spare bedroom, the kitchen he loved to work in.

Aww yeaaah

[blackestmalfoy]

"How long was it, this time?" Because she only remembers bits and pieces of when she was here, and she hasn't had the foresight to check a calendar. It isn't as if she would remember the exact date she left, anyway.

She steps inside at his ushering, though, and takes a quick glance around. Yes, everything seems more or less like it was before. That's reassuring, in some ways. Maybe it hasn't been so long since she's been gone. His appearance, though, points against that.

As discussed, Raven and Cas... Exsilium canon, vastly advanced CR

[gained_a_level]

[ They've been friends for a long time, gone through much together... missions, mishaps and times spent reading a rare book or two during those quiet moments as friends. Books were a luxury that Castiel made no excuses for enjoying, perhaps leaving him with the impression that they were often more than just a story -- they were snapshots of human history... they captured the spirit of a time, of a single soul who wrote it through their own limited and often woefully narrow perception. Furthermore, Raven didn't seem to mind his frequent interruptions with his endless questions.

Over time, they grew... close. Castiel considered her a friend, a good one... one who he often looked forward to visiting.

It was late when Castiel arrived, book in hand. Rather than just... popping in unannounced within the walls of her apartment, he waited outside -- hesitating only a moment to rap his knuckles on her door. ]

Raven? I have... come to return your book.

Re: As discussed, Raven and Cas... Exsilium canon, vastly advanced CR

[studieswaitressing]

[She'd never say outright that parts of this place were all right, considering all the things they put them through on missions ... but she had to admit, meeting people like Castiel made her wonder if it was all bad. She knew what it was like to be different, sure, but not to the extent that he did -- she was certain about that much. Still, it had brought them together once, and she was glad for it.

She'd cared for him for a while, now, but it seemed rude to bring up. For all she knew, he wasn't in the least interested in her past the friendly sort of level.

Hearing the knock, she pushed up from her spot on the couch and headed over. His voice carried well enough through the thin wood, and she opened it with a smile.]

Did you just finish? It's -- kind of late.

[Not that she minded, really, and hopefully he'd understand that from the way she opened the door to let him in. If it'd been a bad time, she'd have said so.]

[gained_a_level]

Yes. It was a... pleasant diversion, thank you for lending it to me.

[ The feeling was mutual, in a sense. That this place had it's perks, as one hunter liked to call it, had some differences from the last world he was captured in and for all intents and purposes, more freedoms he was afforded. Still, it was captivity and that was something he would never become complacent in.

And... in the other sense, he'd grown fond of the mutant... despite that years ago, he would have thought her to be a monster -- a shapeshifter who seemed to have mutated in a way contrary to survival in the least subtle sort of way. Blue skin, red hair and canary yellow eyes did not lend themselves toward any effort to lay low. Not even close.

Castiel lifts his hand, holding out the book for the mutant to take and has at least learned enough social skills to appear concerned that he's visited too late for it to be appropriate. ]

...Should I leave?

[studieswaitressing]

Glad you liked it. I've got a couple more like that, if you want.

[Most of her reading took the form of either light-hearted non-fiction, or informative practical survival guides. It might've seemed a little silly, especially before coming here, but learning skills that were usable in the real world was important to her. She took the book from his hands and dropped it on the table near the door, not giving much mind to it for now.

She smiled as he spoke again, though, and shook her head. Pajama shirt and shorts aside, it wasn't like she'd been getting ready to go to bed or anything like that.]

Ah -- no, you can come in. I wouldn't mind some company, actually.

[Her brother and Erik were down for the night, she was sure, locked away in their bedroom upstairs. She ushered him inside, trying to ignore the slight flutter in her chest. He'd known it was late, right?]

[studieswaitressing]

[Scummy diner? Check. Last patron didn't tip her at all?

Also check. She sighs, grabbing up the cheque with exact change and bringing it over to the counter where they serve singles and keep the till.]

[deadandred]

[And there's a guy with a metal arm sitting at that counter, perhaps idly giving her a once-over and a small nod.]

Rough day?

[studieswaitressing]

[It's those lazy once-overs that keep her from getting tips, because she shoots him a half-hearted disapproval.]

Same 's every day.

[deadandred]

Sorry to hear that. Any way I could make it better?

/camps in here

[ganking]

[ The little bell above the door signals another customer walking in, and this time he comes with an air of smug amusement. Dean's looking pretty chipper this morning, a rare good mood having graced him which he plans on making even better with a good old, diner fine slice of pie. It's been too long since he's last had any, which is a crime in itself if you ask him. And with Sam behind to research whatever, Dean's not about to lose out on this opportunity to enjoy his favorite dessert without the nagging presence of his health freak little brother.

So hope you have some left, Raven, because he's about to wave you down the moment he catches your attention. ]

Dean's just here for the pie.

[studieswaitressing]

[It's not too long until the end of her shift, but she knows she's going to have to take at least a handful more customers. At least the guy who just came in looks like he's in a good mood.

She heads over to him with a smile that's forced only a little on the edges after grabbing up a menu. It's been seven hours on her feet, okay, and she always gets stuck starting with the lunch-rush.]

Hey -- are you waiting for someone? I can always bring an extra menu by.