Going Rogue: IC thread; Overrun

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Re: Going Rogue: IC thread; Overrun

Post by MacynSnow » Fri Jan 12, 2018 4:43 pm

catsi563 wrote:
Tue Jan 09, 2018 2:32 am
Boston

Daniel Harpers life had taken many turns both good and bad in its time. So the appearance of a beautiful Asian woman in his home didn't surprise him in the slightest. Nor did the offer of a job, hed received many such visitors and many such offers before usually various types from the old life trying to drag him back into more shenanigans that could get him tossed in jail or worse.

So his answer was a pat no before she could finish her offer. Mei as she introduced herself wasn't to be dissuaded so easily nor did it seem she was even remotely intimidated by his physical presence in even the slightest way, the quirking of one slim eyebrow seeming to say Ive seen bigger.

She continued her offer and then left vanishing as cleanly as shed appeared literally exiting his house the moment his back was turned as if shed never been there. She did leave a card though and a number. The card read Phalanx industries Security Services we shield your back. The Number on the back of the card when he checked was a local Hotel room. A quick check of Phalanx showed the corporation to be a legit of new Security Firm who apparently helped take down a wealthy businessman in Bay City a day or so back.

And if the letter of introduction left behind was any indication they were looking for some new muscle. But was really made things interesting was that the offer included a lot fo the usual enticements--home, moving expenses paid, generous salary and benefits etc-- but added to it was a small post script, the letter offered a chance, it mentioned something hed only spoken to once in confession, the guilt over his past, the offer of a chance to do some good by helping people had a certain appeal, he need only call the young lady when he was ready.

Decisions needed to be made time the letter stated was of import, and the job would begin soon.
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Anyone who's lived in this neighborhood of boston for longer than 3 months would tell you that the silence coming from the Harper residence was....strange,especially on a saturday morning. If anyone could see inside,they would think the world was coming to an end as,on the dining room table stood a small,freckle-faced and red haired 8 year old with her hands on her hips giving her rather large Father the 8 year old equivialent of the Stink eye.
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"What do ye Mean were movin' ta Baey City?! ai like it right here! all may Friends are here an' may school an' my faeveriate Park an'..."
Taking a deep breath(to keep from losing his temper,this was his daughter after all...),Daniel cut his Daughter off by replying as patiently as he could
"Sweet child of my heart,just for ounce in yer 8 wise years of life.listen to yer mother an' father....We.Are.Moving.End.Of.Disscusion."
Stamping her foot on the table,elizabeth(called "Lizzie" by her Friends and "that little Freckle-faced terror" by everyone else but the Nuns)looked like she was going to verbally explode when her mother came into the dining room saying out loud
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"alright you,just settle down....Who knows,honey,you might make some new friends and find new places to see.Now go to your room and start packing,young lady."
Mumbling under her Breath "yes mummy...",the "precious"(that's certainly one thing you can call her!)8 year old jumped off the kitchen table and went stomping up to her room,muttering about Heathen adult tyrants and starting a rebellion.
Giving a slightly heavy sigh,Kate turned to Daniel as she said to him
"are you sure this is a good idea?we hardly know anyone there and we don't even know how long you'll be employed by Phalanx..."
Gently putting his arms around his wife,Daniel gave her a gentle kiss as he replied to her
"Relax honey,i made sure thet they were on da Up-n-up so you get to puttin' everythin' up ina Kitchen while i give our mysterious little asian visitor from thursday a call and tell her we accept..."
Giving his wife a pat on her butt,Daniel went to his "Office"(re:the Basement) and dialed the number....

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Re: Going Rogue: IC thread; Overrun

Post by catsi563 » Sat Jan 13, 2018 1:25 am

Nenia

Tali nods in an old tired motion at odds with the more youthful features the Ferryman has before standing and passing a bit of essence to Sakiel who takes the glowing energy of the symphony in the form of a gold coin and pockets it with a warm grin.

"Always." She responds to Sandy easily 'Have to keep the boss happy." she shrugs and gets up before turning towards the doorway where she stiffens then bows to the person there before walking out the door a hasty Cya floating over her shoulder to Sandy.

A cool breeeze blows through the place and both Nenia and Sakiel shudder at the sudden drop in temperature as he walks around to the newcomer briefly shielding whoever it is from Nenias sight. he speaks quietly to whoever it is before nodding and seating the newcomer at a booth. A few moments later he comes out with a slice of Pie and a dollop of icecream on top of it which he places on the table before returning to his normal work routine.

Nenia feels someone watching her closely but when she turns all she can see is the back of a booth and a small hand taking a piece of the pie and brining it up to be eaten. the owner of the hand holding the fork is hidden by the booth. But evne hidden Nenia can feel the raw power coming from the booth and the presense there in.

its a presense shes felt before only a few times and it always means something of import when 'she' chooses to appear for a face to face.
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Re: Going Rogue: IC thread; Overrun

Post by Spectrum » Wed Jan 17, 2018 12:19 am

Nenia

Nenia takes a slow breath, her fingers twitching as she puts her coffee down.

A second to look up to Sakiel, "Th.. thank you again Sakiel. Wish me luck?" Isn't there a saying about not giving away your luck?

She rises up, slipping her working caul over her face, slipping her long gloves over her hands. Her back straightening, leaving Sandby behind and taking on the role of Nenia once more.

The skull faced woman slipped into the booth on the other side, unblinkingly gazing at the woman across from her. Unblinking, unbreathing, spare of motion.

She lost face by coming. She tried to not loose further by being the first to speak.
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Re: Going Rogue: IC thread; Overrun

Post by kenmadragon » Tue Jan 23, 2018 4:34 pm

Sebastian Blackwood
HP: Hell if I know

As with a lot of things, finding the right person to do a job is much harder than it looks. Employers everywhere have this burden, but there are many times when their troubles are made simpler. Most employers need only put up a "Help Wanted" advertisement somewhere, and usually there will be those that come searching for employment. Typically because they either had no job and were desperate for a source of income, or because their current jobs no longer appealed to them. Suffice to say, active recruitment was typically only for when demand for a job was high, but it wasn't entirely appealing. Nevertheless, the point was that an employer had to go out there and put up a job listing and state that they wished to hear from applicants. Then those applicants would come, and the employer only needed to sort out the potentials to see who would get the position.

When it comes to magic, though, things don't really work like that.

Sure, you could put out a general summons, and maybe you'd find the right entity to do the job for you. But that was rare, and not to mention dangerous. Especially since those types of calls usually defaulted to "first come, first serve" among supernatural entities from beyond the mortal dimensions, and the entities that were the first to respond were typically not the kind you wanted to treat with.

Case in point - summoning up demons for a job. You put out the supernatural equivalent of an advert with your spell, and they come running to you, begging for a chance to be heard so they could try and swindle you for all you were worth. Of course, if you knew the rules - or better yet, were powerful enough and connected enough to break them and get away with it - then most summoned monsters tended to just do you favors in the hopes that you could do them a solid later on.

Like that one time Sebastian helped an incubus move into his new apartment as payment for clearing up a particularly nasty curse levied by a disgruntled witch from one of those times when Darkholme was attempting to play match-maker.

But Sebastian didn't need demons or grunt labor. Nor did he need to borrow power with favors he had no intention of paying back. What Sebastian needed was a psychopomp who would be willing to help, and could be trusted to be discreet. Not to mention relatively powerful and well-connected enough to help him with his endeavors. Preferably a psycho-pomp who had mortal ties, and could be reasoned with. Given the number of them out there, he was likely to find at least one of two of the black sheep of the Underworld that could be persuaded to help him... and thus, help Oaf.

Knowing that calling up ghosts and dead shades would be counter-productive to his interests (plus, ghosts could get whiny), and contacting the Underworld directly for aid was just asking for someone to start looking into his business (no thank you!), Sebastian stuck with his guns and started calling up a couple minor entities that he had worked with in the past, and who could be placated fairly easily.

Jag'thimoth (who had a far longer name than that, but insisted that friends called him "Jag") was one of them, and most helpful to Sebastian's endavours. Granted, by that point, Sebastian had gone through dozens of rituals and the like in pursuit of someone who would just tell him where to look, and not demand payment in advance or obscure promises of future compensation of a later-determined nature (did he look like an idiot? Morons). In fact, he almost had to wonder why he didn't summon Jag in the first place - all that imp really wanted was a bottle of sherry, and once you got him drinking, the creature wouldn't stop talking and typically never remembered what he was talking about when he sobered up.

Oh, right. Jag'thimoth wouldn't stop talking and forgot what you talked about when he sobered up. Not to mention he was in support of Darkholme's nosy attempts to get Sebastian married and settled as a family-man.

Nevertheless, Sebastian offered the demon a sherry, delighting Jab with the sweet scents of an Oloroso he'd acquired some time ago, and spent a little while chatting with the demon and getting him drunk.

Then he merely inquired if there were any psycho-pomps (or similar) that were keenly attached to the mortal plane that might be inclined to help without demanding exorbitant payment for services rendered.

Perverted gossip that he was, Jab'thimoth delivered. A bunch of ghost stories, really, but there was always a kernel of truth in tales like those. Granted, that kernel might be "but no, really, that person really was a red-head" which was the only thing true. But with plenty of stories like the ones Jag went on about, it gave him hope that whoever this "Nenia" was, she might be able to help him.

Now, if only he knew how to find her...

Maybe he'd have to visit a few "Sorcerer Bars" and see if he could maybe find enough clues about this Reaper to cast the spells he needed to truly track her down.

In the meantime, he needed to forestall Darkholme's latest attempt at setting him up on a blind-date with yet another half-succubus.

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