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Kent/Feldspar
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videointhenoise"Just once more," they had said when Ellie's team petitioned for it. She was busy with Palmer, falling in love with science while he fell in love with God, and Kent was left to pick up the pieces. He wanted another damn go at it. The Machine had a pricetag in the billions; it was begging to be used again.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
Blitz/Johann
Nov. 3rd, 2024 09:04 pmmonsterjohannThere's a storm coming. Johann had just come from a swim, the inky black water, though clean, a happy memory of home. The winter chill in the air doesn't seem to touch him as he treks back up to his home, his bare feet skipping from rock to rock as he looks forward to the lovely fire he's got going.
The home isn't large, but it's comfortable. The dark rooms and gothic scheme are kept up on the daily, as Johann really has nothing more to do unless he wants to make the journey into the city and terrorize people there.
Or pick up groceries. Same thing, really.
But tonight is a night to stay in. Lightning flashes onto the ocean water, illuminating the impatient waves as they crest and fall and crash onto the shore. He'll keep the windows up tonight, he decides, walking into the house. He lives alone right now; there's never a reason to change, but he does wrap a towel around his middle to go and check on the bread he's left out to prove.
The home isn't large, but it's comfortable. The dark rooms and gothic scheme are kept up on the daily, as Johann really has nothing more to do unless he wants to make the journey into the city and terrorize people there.
Or pick up groceries. Same thing, really.
But tonight is a night to stay in. Lightning flashes onto the ocean water, illuminating the impatient waves as they crest and fall and crash onto the shore. He'll keep the windows up tonight, he decides, walking into the house. He lives alone right now; there's never a reason to change, but he does wrap a towel around his middle to go and check on the bread he's left out to prove.
Corvo/Jamie
Sep. 12th, 2024 12:54 pmravenswrathCorvo had warned Jamie that they would end up in a fight. He was going back to the exact moment of his death and waking there. "Be prepared for a guard on the right," he had told Jamie, because he needed him to take care of the one with the crossbow so he could get Emily.
So when they arrive back in Dunwall, the storm pounding overhead and the lightning flashing, it's at the top of the lighthouse. Out on the balcony is Havelock, his arms around Emily, and Corvo doesn't think about anything else. He runs, his heart pounding in his chest, the rain beating on his face like a thousand stinging bees. He Blinks forward, nothing but ferocity in his face, and grabs Emily from the pretender, the so-called Loyalist. In doing so, he falls and Emily pulls close to him, her small weight trembling against his chest. Corvo doesn't watch Havelock's demise and he shields Emily from it, as well. He just holds her there in the rain until her small voice gently floats up to him.
"Corvo? Are all the bad men dead?" she wonders and, when she feels him nod, she sighs. "Good," she adds. "Because I would have had them all killed anyway."
And Corvo begins to weep silently, the tears mixing with the filthy rain from the storm above. He had failed her, and now he sees how. He has to make this right. He kneels down, his hands on her shoulders, and just looks at her. It had been seven months since he saw her last, each day stretching longer than the other. But she doesn't look at him now.
She looks over his shoulder and points. "Corvo, who's that?"
So when they arrive back in Dunwall, the storm pounding overhead and the lightning flashing, it's at the top of the lighthouse. Out on the balcony is Havelock, his arms around Emily, and Corvo doesn't think about anything else. He runs, his heart pounding in his chest, the rain beating on his face like a thousand stinging bees. He Blinks forward, nothing but ferocity in his face, and grabs Emily from the pretender, the so-called Loyalist. In doing so, he falls and Emily pulls close to him, her small weight trembling against his chest. Corvo doesn't watch Havelock's demise and he shields Emily from it, as well. He just holds her there in the rain until her small voice gently floats up to him.
"Corvo? Are all the bad men dead?" she wonders and, when she feels him nod, she sighs. "Good," she adds. "Because I would have had them all killed anyway."
And Corvo begins to weep silently, the tears mixing with the filthy rain from the storm above. He had failed her, and now he sees how. He has to make this right. He kneels down, his hands on her shoulders, and just looks at her. It had been seven months since he saw her last, each day stretching longer than the other. But she doesn't look at him now.
She looks over his shoulder and points. "Corvo, who's that?"
Thomas/Jack
Aug. 6th, 2024 08:31 pmlieutenantstewardIt’s fucking cold already. The summer days are warm, but the nights are chilly, and the heater in the truck hasn’t worked for weeks. He had been on the road since damn near two am, determined to make a good impression.. The trailer reminds him of his grandmother’s house from the outside. Weathered, torn - though it probably doesn’t smell like cats. Thomas takes a deep breath, takes off his jacket in the early sun, and throws it back in the truck.
He walks up to the trailer, his boots crunching on the gravel, but doesn’t even get to knock on the door before it swings open. "You must be Thomas," the foreman says, his voice gruff but not unfriendly. Thomas nods, extending his hand. "Yes, sir. Thomas Jopson," he replies, meeting the foreman’s gaze. The standard look of surprise crosses the grizzled man's face and Thomas prepares his answer.
“Mum was British, but lived with my grandmother out here for the last few years. I know my way around a horse and ran her ranch for her.”
That seems to be the right answer. The foreman gestures for Thomas to step inside. The trailer is sparsely furnished, but it doesn’t smell like cats, as Thomas predicted, but stale coffee.
He emerges a few minutes later, peering into the new dust cloud that rises up over the road.
He walks up to the trailer, his boots crunching on the gravel, but doesn’t even get to knock on the door before it swings open. "You must be Thomas," the foreman says, his voice gruff but not unfriendly. Thomas nods, extending his hand. "Yes, sir. Thomas Jopson," he replies, meeting the foreman’s gaze. The standard look of surprise crosses the grizzled man's face and Thomas prepares his answer.
“Mum was British, but lived with my grandmother out here for the last few years. I know my way around a horse and ran her ranch for her.”
That seems to be the right answer. The foreman gestures for Thomas to step inside. The trailer is sparsely furnished, but it doesn’t smell like cats, as Thomas predicted, but stale coffee.
He emerges a few minutes later, peering into the new dust cloud that rises up over the road.
Pagan/Huaisang
Jul. 15th, 2024 12:01 amcrab_rangoon"Ah! No, no. I don't need to send the messenger. Just let me go," he tells the guards at the gates, waving them away as he walks straight through with his sword at his side, his entourage behind him. They walks in with their white robes, though Pagan is in red and black, and he breathes in the Impure Realm. He hasn't been here since the death of the Nie clan leader, but he's been aiming to check on their newest leader. It's been a dark time for them, for all of them, but he still feels more than a twinge of affection for the boy.
Well, man. He's been a man for several years now, but it doesn't seem like anything has changed.
Still, he promised he'd continue to offer support, so he walks on, ignoring the protests of the guards.
Well, man. He's been a man for several years now, but it doesn't seem like anything has changed.
Still, he promised he'd continue to offer support, so he walks on, ignoring the protests of the guards.
power_of_yesEden's Gate has no shortage of controversy. Ever since they began their campaign, they've had dissenters, they've had people fighting back, they've had people investigating. John takes care of everything. Joseph plans, Jacob fights, John talks. He's quick with a smile and a handshake, passing some money along the way to grease the wheels.
But then the wrong person goes missing. John had taken her to Atonement but somewhere between John and Faith, the girl disappeared and reappeared dead across state lines, with the mark of Eden's Gate tattooed on her shoulder. People were bound to come running, especially with the scarring that indicated - well, something not quite right.
A ritual, the papers wrote, but John knows better than that. She reached Atonement and made the sacrifices required - then got scared. He can't be responsible for that.
But that kind of attention can't be ignored and the law comes sniffing at their door again.
"Take care of it," Joseph had told him and John had bowed his head. Ready. Waiting.
John takes a car to the gates of the community, meeting the agent with a friendly smile. "That's far enough, I think. People in here get skittish about newcomers barging in. Wouldn't want there to be an accident."
But then the wrong person goes missing. John had taken her to Atonement but somewhere between John and Faith, the girl disappeared and reappeared dead across state lines, with the mark of Eden's Gate tattooed on her shoulder. People were bound to come running, especially with the scarring that indicated - well, something not quite right.
A ritual, the papers wrote, but John knows better than that. She reached Atonement and made the sacrifices required - then got scared. He can't be responsible for that.
But that kind of attention can't be ignored and the law comes sniffing at their door again.
"Take care of it," Joseph had told him and John had bowed his head. Ready. Waiting.
John takes a car to the gates of the community, meeting the agent with a friendly smile. "That's far enough, I think. People in here get skittish about newcomers barging in. Wouldn't want there to be an accident."
Aaron/Huaisang - Early
May. 25th, 2024 07:01 pmcreeksidealtarboyHe was simply Aaron when his boat landed on the coast. He remained only Aaron when he was pulled from the small boat and taken to a healer, who found him not only alive and breathing but strong and capable. He was taken in by a clan, a strong clan, one of rules and laws and principles, and Aaron began to thrive there. He doesn't talk much, chooses to smile and fake his way through most interactions, but he proves himself to be a diligent student and learner. He spends his time reading or practicing, and they assess that he isn't too far behind his peers. He will catch up eventually.
But there's the matter of his appearance. He's an odd child, fair of skin and hair and eyes. He's been able to prove himself with his own clan, but that doesn't mean that the others will think the same of him.
But there's the matter of his appearance. He's an odd child, fair of skin and hair and eyes. He's been able to prove himself with his own clan, but that doesn't mean that the others will think the same of him.
Daniel/Emery
Feb. 1st, 2024 07:47 pmchoosetoforgetIt's a very typical weekend for Daniel. He takes a call from his sister, who very recently struck out on her own and moved in with friends, while he makes tea. He keeps Sasha and Zhenzhen from the counters as he tries to tidy up as best he can. He puts on a documentary for a while before deciding to walk down to the shop for ice cream.
He hasn't even changed much. Sure, his hair is in a bun and the vest is decidedly 2015-chic, but he carries himself the same, very unhurried. Confident now. The barge isn't completely forgotten, but if anyone can compartmentalize and push down unwanted feelings, it's Daniel.
He smiles to an elderly neighbor as he opens his door and walks out to the street.
Really, nothing too out of the ordinary.
He hasn't even changed much. Sure, his hair is in a bun and the vest is decidedly 2015-chic, but he carries himself the same, very unhurried. Confident now. The barge isn't completely forgotten, but if anyone can compartmentalize and push down unwanted feelings, it's Daniel.
He smiles to an elderly neighbor as he opens his door and walks out to the street.
Really, nothing too out of the ordinary.
It's a family!
Dec. 7th, 2023 09:24 pmlittleonewhosteals"Mama!" Rags asks, coming bursting into her kitchen at a very ungodly sort of hour. He skids to a stop when he spots that she's not around.
"Mom! Mother! Mama! Kaasan!." He opens the fridge and takes out a muffin he had left inside there when he visited the day before. The rest of the household was out for the day, shopping or working or at school, but Trixie, too uncomfortable to travel far, is always home.
"I brought you something!" he calls out, mouth full of muffin.
"Mom! Mother! Mama! Kaasan!." He opens the fridge and takes out a muffin he had left inside there when he visited the day before. The rest of the household was out for the day, shopping or working or at school, but Trixie, too uncomfortable to travel far, is always home.
"I brought you something!" he calls out, mouth full of muffin.
Aaron/Huaisang
Aug. 7th, 2023 06:41 pmcreeksidealtarboyIt's nightfall by the time Aaron finally sees this "Impure Realm" that they took him to. He's hungry. He's filthy. He's thirsty. And there's nothing around him that's familiar. He has cigarettes in the pocket of his jeans and nothing else of his own. No note. No information.
Only the vaguely unsettling feeling that he's been deposited somewhere...wrong.
These people look like Huaisang. The robes, the way they move...it's familiar enough that, before they could unsheath their swords, he's throwing his hands out, asking for Nie Huaisang to their complete bafflement. But they loaded him up and took him. Goddamn.
Hopefully they sent someone ahead.
Only the vaguely unsettling feeling that he's been deposited somewhere...wrong.
These people look like Huaisang. The robes, the way they move...it's familiar enough that, before they could unsheath their swords, he's throwing his hands out, asking for Nie Huaisang to their complete bafflement. But they loaded him up and took him. Goddamn.
Hopefully they sent someone ahead.
John/Roman
Jun. 12th, 2023 08:40 pmpower_of_yesJohn’s apartment in LA is more than anything he ever had in Atlanta or New York. California is an entirely different beast, and while he had been there to visit several times, it’s a whole new world trying to live there and work. He has his money, he has his experience, but he has none of the reputation that comes with the Seed name. Thus, John Seed has flourished. The smooth talking lawyer with charisma for days is a force to be reckoned with. He takes cases as they come, talks people out of prison and takes their money just as easily. He’s able to pay the rent on his own place. He’s able to live.
He never forgot his time on the Barge, though. That, he knows, would be an insult to Iris and the work that she did. He doesn’t expect Roman to join him, though. So when he sees him on the street as he’s simply on his way back from work, he pauses.
Blinks.
Surely fucking not.
“Roman?” he ventures, sidling up closer to him on the crowded street.
He never forgot his time on the Barge, though. That, he knows, would be an insult to Iris and the work that she did. He doesn’t expect Roman to join him, though. So when he sees him on the street as he’s simply on his way back from work, he pauses.
Blinks.
Surely fucking not.
“Roman?” he ventures, sidling up closer to him on the crowded street.
Trixie/Sheehan!
May. 6th, 2023 01:03 pmheybossIt's been a long fucking trek and Sheehan is more than happy to get off his ass and walk a while. The streets are full of dirt and shit, but anything's better than a saddle. And, for him, it's all part of the adventure of the place. He isn't naïve enough to think that this feeling will last forever, so he savors it while it lasts. That sort of freshly arrived excitement is a novelty in itself. He hasn't felt this way in a long time.
He meets up with Amos, unloads the supplies and medicines he brought, and gets a quick tour of the camp from his grumpy friend. While he's well aware the other man is pleased with his arrival, there was not even a smile at Sheehan's greeting. Just like old times.
The camp itself isn't much, but Sheehan can see why the doctor ended up here. It's filled with people who need help, people who wouldn't otherwise get any sort of quality care, and Sheehan already feels himself eager to get his hands dirty.
Their first stop is the Gem to check on the whores.
He meets up with Amos, unloads the supplies and medicines he brought, and gets a quick tour of the camp from his grumpy friend. While he's well aware the other man is pleased with his arrival, there was not even a smile at Sheehan's greeting. Just like old times.
The camp itself isn't much, but Sheehan can see why the doctor ended up here. It's filled with people who need help, people who wouldn't otherwise get any sort of quality care, and Sheehan already feels himself eager to get his hands dirty.
Their first stop is the Gem to check on the whores.
FV and Friends
Dec. 19th, 2022 06:53 pmlieutenantstewardDrifting off to sleep has never been easier. When your character wakes up, they enter into a beautiful, almost picturesque home. Everything is brightly lit with candles and different colored lights. The entire place smells like sugar cookies. Or maybe pine. Or maybe it's whatever your character finds homey. There are several rooms to this home, each with its own charms. A kitchen and dining room, with any ingredient known to man and a spread of already prepared foods on the table. A living room with a cozy fireplace and very inviting rug. Bedrooms with various types of furniture and all the privacy you could want. A lovely backyard that's cold, but there's a firepit to warm up with. Snow crunches underneath boots (or heels, we ain't picky) and there's the occasional glimpse of wildlife in the woods.
All characters will come with the knowledge that this is a dream. There are no consequences to their actions, save what happens in the dream. They are also not trapped. When they want to leave, they know that they can simply leave through the front door and wake up in their own time, in their own bed.
And sprinkled throughout the house are sprigs of mistletoe. Is it the dream that makes people want to get a little cuddlier underneath it? Or is it just the spirit of the moment?
Either way, it sure is a fun way to get to know each other!
All characters will come with the knowledge that this is a dream. There are no consequences to their actions, save what happens in the dream. They are also not trapped. When they want to leave, they know that they can simply leave through the front door and wake up in their own time, in their own bed.
And sprinkled throughout the house are sprigs of mistletoe. Is it the dream that makes people want to get a little cuddlier underneath it? Or is it just the spirit of the moment?
Either way, it sure is a fun way to get to know each other!
Connor/Daniel
Nov. 5th, 2022 07:28 amchoosetoforgetDaniel's finally settled into the sort of life he always wanted. Jon's London flat, cozy and more than everything he needs. His sister, healthier and comfortable. Daniel with enough money to get by but job prospects in spades thanks to some very forged documentation. All in all, post-2000 seems to suit him. He takes books out to cafes. He goes out with friends he's made. He settles into a very nice life that he never dreamed possible for himself.
Of course, there are times when he feels lonely. Those same friends he goes out and discusses politics and history with have never been on the Barge. They don't know the horrors he faced there and afterward. They don't know the sort of person Daniel is. Not even his sister has that privilege; he would never burden her with that. She has the most sanitized version of the truth.
So it was only a bit of trepidation that he asked Jon, whose deal was the ability to move between worlds and move people between words, to bring Connor for a visit. If he wanted to. It's been so long that he's not certain Connor would even want to see him.
He sends his sister out with her friends, people he trusts to take care of her, and waits. Makes tea. Forgets it. Heats it up when it gets cold. Forgets it again. Makes a new batch, then starts a film.
Trying not to look at the door more than he has to.
Of course, there are times when he feels lonely. Those same friends he goes out and discusses politics and history with have never been on the Barge. They don't know the horrors he faced there and afterward. They don't know the sort of person Daniel is. Not even his sister has that privilege; he would never burden her with that. She has the most sanitized version of the truth.
So it was only a bit of trepidation that he asked Jon, whose deal was the ability to move between worlds and move people between words, to bring Connor for a visit. If he wanted to. It's been so long that he's not certain Connor would even want to see him.
He sends his sister out with her friends, people he trusts to take care of her, and waits. Makes tea. Forgets it. Heats it up when it gets cold. Forgets it again. Makes a new batch, then starts a film.
Trying not to look at the door more than he has to.
TMA!Jacobi and Jon
Jul. 23rd, 2022 08:21 ammrballisticsdummy"Are you sure this is the place?" he asks the driver, who was already speeding off, leaving Jacobi in front of the old building.
"Thanks for your help!" he calls out with false cheer, rolling his eyes before trudging his way up to what he had been told was the Magnus Institute. He doesn't even flinch at the screech of tires that comes from blocks behind him. He doesn't have to see the car erupt into flames as a very confused driver crawls out and phones for help. That's chaos for someone else.
Instead, he takes the steps up, backpack on his shoulder. He had flown all the way out here, so it's not as if he's going to be missing any leads. Besides. He has an appointment.
The closer to the door he gets, the more uncomfortable he feels about this. It's like a whisper of wind against his skin, a suggestion of something dangerous, but Jacobi's never let something like that bother him. He walks through, hands in his pockets.
"Thanks for your help!" he calls out with false cheer, rolling his eyes before trudging his way up to what he had been told was the Magnus Institute. He doesn't even flinch at the screech of tires that comes from blocks behind him. He doesn't have to see the car erupt into flames as a very confused driver crawls out and phones for help. That's chaos for someone else.
Instead, he takes the steps up, backpack on his shoulder. He had flown all the way out here, so it's not as if he's going to be missing any leads. Besides. He has an appointment.
The closer to the door he gets, the more uncomfortable he feels about this. It's like a whisper of wind against his skin, a suggestion of something dangerous, but Jacobi's never let something like that bother him. He walks through, hands in his pockets.
Daniel and Connor
Feb. 22nd, 2022 05:53 pmchoosetoforgetDaniel's been having the dreams again. They come almost every night, waking him from even the deepest sleep. And there's always the same name that remains in his memory.
Connor.
He knows what it means, of course. Everyone has dreams like that. Everyone dreams of their soulmate, of the one that they're meant to be with, whether that includes intimacy or not, but he's nearly twenty three now and every Connor he's ever met has let him down. Granted, there were only two and one was in a primary class and the other was a server at a restaurant he went to, but he still feels like it could have been better.
Instead of trying to go to sleep, to face the dreams that he knows are coming, he makes himself some tea and watches the lights from the city out of his window. It might be the early evening, but the CyberLife tower in the distance remains illuminated.
Strange, he thinks, after the riots and what he's seen on the news, that the night seems calm. The kettle whistles and he takes it off the stove, then decides against it.
Tea isn't going to fix anything.
He wants a drink. Pulling on his coat and his boots against the snow, he steps out of his little rental and starts walking along the sidewalk, stopping only when a taxi pulls to a park beside him and someone walks out.
"Oh. Good evening."
Connor.
He knows what it means, of course. Everyone has dreams like that. Everyone dreams of their soulmate, of the one that they're meant to be with, whether that includes intimacy or not, but he's nearly twenty three now and every Connor he's ever met has let him down. Granted, there were only two and one was in a primary class and the other was a server at a restaurant he went to, but he still feels like it could have been better.
Instead of trying to go to sleep, to face the dreams that he knows are coming, he makes himself some tea and watches the lights from the city out of his window. It might be the early evening, but the CyberLife tower in the distance remains illuminated.
Strange, he thinks, after the riots and what he's seen on the news, that the night seems calm. The kettle whistles and he takes it off the stove, then decides against it.
Tea isn't going to fix anything.
He wants a drink. Pulling on his coat and his boots against the snow, he steps out of his little rental and starts walking along the sidewalk, stopping only when a taxi pulls to a park beside him and someone walks out.
"Oh. Good evening."
A colorful AU!
Feb. 22nd, 2022 07:38 amcrab_rangoonThe world is gray. Always gray. He had thought once, as a little boy, that the emergence of color would be a wonderful thing. He used to dream that finding that person, that getting to see everything in brilliant Wizard Of Oz technicolor would be something he would always cover until it happened.
But after Ishwari, after the betrayal and the loss, after Ajay and Lakshmana left to America after Mohan's failed assassination attempt, Pagan just gave up on that dream. Love, he decided, was just for those who have given up on themselves. Not worth the trouble.
Yuma became the face of Kyrat after that and Pagan stepped back, letting her handle the death threats and the rebels and all of the bullshit that he just didn't want to deal with. Pagan ruled from the back, tempering Yuma's impulsive bullshit with a cooler head, though no less ruthless. However, the arrangement left him free to roam the world, taking care of his business in Hong Kong and the mainland unmolested. His father might not have had the desire to rule the Triads, but Pagan sure as fuck does. Even if it means he has to go and do things himself.
It's this reason, chasing spineless Hong Kong assholes, that lands him in Japan. He has a small security detail that walks the crowd, but otherwise Pagan is by himself as he walks the streets, checking his phone for his victim's last location.
But after Ishwari, after the betrayal and the loss, after Ajay and Lakshmana left to America after Mohan's failed assassination attempt, Pagan just gave up on that dream. Love, he decided, was just for those who have given up on themselves. Not worth the trouble.
Yuma became the face of Kyrat after that and Pagan stepped back, letting her handle the death threats and the rebels and all of the bullshit that he just didn't want to deal with. Pagan ruled from the back, tempering Yuma's impulsive bullshit with a cooler head, though no less ruthless. However, the arrangement left him free to roam the world, taking care of his business in Hong Kong and the mainland unmolested. His father might not have had the desire to rule the Triads, but Pagan sure as fuck does. Even if it means he has to go and do things himself.
It's this reason, chasing spineless Hong Kong assholes, that lands him in Japan. He has a small security detail that walks the crowd, but otherwise Pagan is by himself as he walks the streets, checking his phone for his victim's last location.
Exercises in Romantic Tension
Sep. 18th, 2021 07:18 ammrballisticsdummyThe job was supposed to be simple. A popular, up-and-coming app company in Massachusetts had stumbled onto a bit of technology that might threaten Goddard and their CEO had, so far, been resistant to softer negotiations. It's easy to think you're invincible when you develop an app at seventeen and skyrocket into popularity and money and easy retirement by twenty five, apparently.
Enter Kepler's team. Maxwell, down with the flu, would provide remote support to Kepler and Jacobi. Jacobi had told her that it was fine, this was more of a 'manly type' job anyway, which, of course prompted her to ask, if that was the case, why Jacobi was there.
Score one for Maxwell.
Playing Candy Crush on his phone in the passenger seat, one foot pulled up, Jacobi yawns. "How much longer?" he groans, glancing at the afternoon sun out the window. It's not warm enough to penetrate the cold winter day, and Jacobi reaches over to turn up the heat. "Can we stop for coffee? I haven't had Dunks in forever. Since the last time we were on this coast."
He sucks air through his teeth, failing his level. So much for that.
Enter Kepler's team. Maxwell, down with the flu, would provide remote support to Kepler and Jacobi. Jacobi had told her that it was fine, this was more of a 'manly type' job anyway, which, of course prompted her to ask, if that was the case, why Jacobi was there.
Score one for Maxwell.
Playing Candy Crush on his phone in the passenger seat, one foot pulled up, Jacobi yawns. "How much longer?" he groans, glancing at the afternoon sun out the window. It's not warm enough to penetrate the cold winter day, and Jacobi reaches over to turn up the heat. "Can we stop for coffee? I haven't had Dunks in forever. Since the last time we were on this coast."
He sucks air through his teeth, failing his level. So much for that.
