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[GuanYue]

Something something here. Let's us know what is and what is not.

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PROGRESS || LAUNCH DATE JUNE 16TH​

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Premise: A secret organization that operates all over the world maintains order between the "normal" world and the "supernatural" world by any means necessary. Agents from all over are brought into the Texas facility melting pot to live and work.

Personal Statement: INVICTUS is a supernatural organization roleplay with a multi-point story system that will give characters the necessities to partake in the main story. This is a progression rp, where characters will develop and grow while unveiling the main story conflict through missions and interactions. Each character will be able to shine in at least one of the many story arcs to come, giving them an importance to the end goal. This roleplay will require dedication, even through the slow and tough times. If you're able to stick through it, hopefully the rewards will be satisfying.

Notice: The roleplay may be a bit slow, but has rather lax posting requirements. However, it is very plot heavy and requires communication between players and the GM. This is also considered a large rp with a large amount of players and larger amount of characters.​

 

[GuanYue]

Something something here. Let's us know what is and what is not.

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Act One[/hr]

It has been a week after the last rendition's round of missions. Since then, there have been several transfers and events that have lead up to the Invictus Company Party #276. This is where our cast will currently mingle and meet with their assigned partners. There's music, food, and punch. Lots and lots of punch. Agents will also meet with their corresponding department Supervisors/Assistant Supervisors to discuss more about the department they will be going into (or are already in).

After several pages of IC interaction, certain agents will start to receive messages to meet in corresponding conference rooms to meet with a missions handler for their next mission.​

Event: Invictus Company Party #276 (Agent Mixer Party)

Objectives:

• Agents meet in Auditorium
• Interact with other agents
• Meet & Greet with partners (once they are assigned)
• Meet & Greet with respective deparments​

• Details:
• Within the main base of Invictus, there are signs that direct agents to the auditorium-- a large room where several booths, food, drink and dining tables are set up. Each booth is dedicated to a department, and the department supervisors should be standing nearby.

• Off to the far left side of the room are where the food and drink tables are. There's plenty of food and drink (alcoholic and non alcoholic) and if the tables start to run low, there's a door to the kitchens behind them and more food will be brought out.

• Agents had been sent an invitation to this roughly a week ago (unless you're brand new and they decided to let you in on the fun) and along with that invitation was the information about their new partner.

**I have yet to formally assign partners since I am waiting for new applicants, however I should be able to issue out partners fairly quickly. If you would like to request a partnership, please let me know asap. So for now just do random interactions.​

Something something here. Let's us know what is and what is not.

 

[The Wanderer]

Otto Kraus

Very few things could get Otto this excited. Talks about him getting his figurative wings back, new recruits, a new good show on the thing he used to pass the time. But right now, the one thing that practically had him bouncing off of the walls.

A little event that some of the other agents called the "Agent Mixer party."

It was nothing special, just a mere get together for agents to not only interact with one another. But to also talk to some people about transfers into other departments. That and drinks. Granted, Otto couldn't consume anything of the sort due to being a spirit-inhabited mannequin. But, he liked how the stuff caused the other agents to be more jolly than constantly being all "business and no play."

Not that he hated being serious, as there were more than enough situations that called for it. But nothing raised morale than being happy and jolly. Something his comrades needed back in the "Great War."

He had just finished up tidying his pilot's uniform so that it'd be suitable for being worn in public, and hiding the mannequin body he inhabited, when he finally left his room. While walking down the hall to where the party was to be held, he was humming another German song that he and so many others had sung during those days. He only stopped to assist passersby. Such as when a janitor, whom had spilled the contents of his bucket, needed assistance to avoid being lectured once more. Granted, that took a solid fifteen minutes out of Otto's time, but he paid that no mind. Instead, as he was continuing on his way, he called out. "Be careful next time, I vill not be alvays be around!"

There were more little events that Otto stopped and helped out with. Which in turn made him lose more and more time.

Finally, after the constant stops, he arrived at his destination.

Heading inside, he noticed that while there were some people gathered, they were mostly people he knew. Not saying he disliked that, he just hoped that the new recruits were also given the invitation. As he wanted to see who were added to their ranks, and how well they would work together if they got sent on missions together. That and he wanted to give them a proper and fun welcome.

 

[The Wanderer]

Daniel Collins

Daniel was in the midst of training, where a scenario involving ambushes and multiple attackers was being mimicked when he had gotten the invitation to the latest event by Invictus staff.

The Agent Mixer, as it was called by some of the other agents. With a small sigh, he called out to put a stop to the simulation. He would have to pick this up at a later date. Provided that nothing would hinder his plans for later.

While Daniel had returned his weapons to the person waiting outside the training room. He slightly pondered over his performance in the simulation so far. While he had barely passed his previous goal, he still had a long distance to cover if he were to be performing at his best. While his ability to "respawn" as some agents would describe it as, was useful. He would prefer not to rely on said ability in this type of occupation. Instead, he wanted to prove that he could handle himself and wasn't a "exceptional point-man." A polite term for bait.

Granted, he'd never reach the heights of certain other agents within Invictus' ranks. But that wouldn't stop him from at least trying to perform at his best.

While walking down the corridors, wondering if he should skip out on this gathering or not. He could see on the message that was sent to him that new recruits could be dragged along into the party. Since new recruits' resources were scarce in a sense, Daniel decided he would be a good guy and go and bring a new recruit along. That wouldn't hurt or cause too much of a fuss.

Hopefully at the party, he could meet up with one of the handlers. See who was going to be in charge of training the new bunch Invictus had just recently picked up, and offer his services as being a test dummy.

Seeing two men in suits chatting to one another, one was bald and old, while the other one looked like he had just come off of a cheesy reality show where people yelled at one another for no reason in dumb voices. Daniel decided to ask where the closet new recruit's room was. He noticed as he walked up, that one of the two stopped mid chat to nod in Daniel's direction to his buddy. Causing the other man to turn to see Daniel. Wasting no time, he said. "Where is the nearest recruit's room located?" Despite hailing from England, his accent was almost completely gone. This tends to happen when you stay in another country for awhile.

The reality show actor replied with. "Closet one is this girl from Scotland, I think her name was Seier or something with an 'S'? Her room is down the hall there." He pointed to the hallway on Daniel's left.

"Thank you." Was his reply before turning to continue down the hall. He barely got out of earshot when he heard the two start another conversation.

"Isn't that the weirdo who's a wraith? And when you kill him, he comes back to kill you."

"Maybe, I heard he's one of those anime fans. Like the 'really into it' type of fan. And the reason why he's dressed up like that is because one of his favorite characters dresses up like that."

Daniel had to be honest, those two rumors were new. Which only caused him to ponder who were the sources of said rumors. The list far too big to be going over right now. Some of them did it out mere teasing, while some did it for no-so-good reasons.

But back to the matter at hand. He had to find this new recruit. Daniel had to be careful how he did this, as he could only imagine how this recruit would react to a man dressed in black tactical gear and ballistic mask knocking on her door and telling to come along. Granted, he was unarmed, so that might help in not making the situation not escalate. Still, he had to play his cards right.

After knocking on the doors and none of the people who answered fit the criteria. He was about to give up, deciding the next door he knocked on was gonna be the last. Gently knocking on the door, he called out. "Miss Seier, I've come to extend an invitation to a party the organization is holding. Party is going to have snacks, alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages in it."

He had chosen his words precisely and in a manner that'd hopefully not agitate the person, but to also let them know what the party held. Daniel only hoped it didn't sound like he trying to ham something up to lure them out....

@Mars Walker

 

[Mars Walker]

Seier Rose

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Just as Seier was about to pop into another dimension in an attempt to escape her dreadful new home, a gentle knock and a calm voice going on about a party interrupted her escape process. She groaned, stepping away from her portal as it closed. She kicked her bed frame with her booted foot, hissing in a bit of agony afterwards.
"E'eryone is too feckin formal! 'Miss Seier' this, 'Miss Seier' that- Oi! Wait up a feckin' minute-" Seier paused for a brief second.
Alcohol
Seier grabbed her witch hat off the coat hanger beside her bed and placed it on her head and swiftly walked to the door, opening it just a crack and looking up at the man who'd interrupted her.
"Ya look like fucken' Jason outta Friday the 13th. Ah've got one important question for ye, so answer it quickly or ah'll send ya up yer own arsehole; Wot tha feck'dya say about alcohol?" She growled, opening her door just a hair more to get a better look at the masked man. He was tall, but didn't look particularly threatening. He looked as if he'd come to genuinely be nice- but that didn't make Seier want to relax just quite yet. She wanted her question answered, and her expression reflected her stubborn need for a quick answer.
Seier still wasn't sure about Invictus. She didn't feel like she fit their image of justice, considering the fact that she'd killed a few people with malicious intent. Many of the people at Invictus seemed happy enough, but Seier still couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped- she'd been offered life with the organization, and if she didn't choose Invictus, it would most likely result in death. All Seier had ever wanted was freedom to live her life. And so far, she only felt that Invictus had taken that option away altogether.
However, if there was alcohol at this party, Seier would change her mind for a minute to get a hold of a glass of whiskey.
"The only way ahm goin' anywhere with yer grim-lookin' masked arse es ef ye promise that there'll be alcohol." She added.​

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@The Wanderer​

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[The Wanderer]

Daniel Collins

So this must be Seier. He thought to himself. The one clue that obviously gave it away was the accent. As some of the other doors' respondents had tried to put on an accent. Not realizing that they were using a British accent or Irish accent. Not to mention they tried to act all nice and cheery despite being a new recruit.

He was slightly caught off guard by the sudden answer and analogy of him looking like the main bad guy from a slasher franchise. Another new one. And one he was impressed with. As not too many people in this day and age knew of the aforementioned franchise.

But back to the task at hand. "More than likely there is going to be alcohol. It's the only way to bring people in this facility to come and do a 'meet n greet' of sorts. Though what type I can't be sure." He had said, folding his hands behind his back. "No harm in checking things out though. Besides, if I go alone. People will think I'm trying to be more socially active than usual. And I'm probably going to be better than some monkey in a suit they'll send, whom would consider you less as a human being and more of a chore." Again, he picked his words carefully.

His statement had some truth, as more than likely the higher ups would send Sable or Gabe, or someone similar. Someone who is more than skilled at doing this than Daniel. Didn't mean he couldn't try, and save someone's time. While also allowing someone who no doubt thought of the organization with less than good thoughts, to have fun.

"Tell ya what, if the party actually doesn't have what you want. You'll get to kill me the first three times during your next training session." The statement was unneeded. But, maybe that'd break the ice.

Hopefully, otherwise what he just said might have sounded more than creepy...

@Mars Walker

 

[Mars Walker]

Seier Rose

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A small, dangerous smile crept it's way into Seier's intense expression, "OI, only tha first three times? Ya drive a weak bargain, Jason. No proud Scottish woman'll settle fer less than 7 murders. Only offerin' three's just askin' fer trouble.." Seier's eyes seemed to spark with mischief, "But ah'll tell ye wot, Jason, only because yer throwin' in the prospect of alcohol will ah join ye." She finished abruptly, opening her door all the way, revealing a half-decorated room, a swirling black portal open wide on the wall beside her bed.
Seier turned and walked away from her door, and she reached into the portal, pulling out her favorite wool sweater. She put it on over her shirt, and readjusted her hat, then turned to look at Daniel once again. She wondered what his ability was for a moment, figuring it had to do something with the fact that he offered his life to be taken not once, but three times so freely.
"Jason, why'd ya offer me murder three times? Are ye some kind'a immortal? Or were ye jus' yankin' ma chain?" She asked, walking out of her room, and shutting the door as she moved to stand in front of him, ready to go get the promised devil's nectar.​

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@The Wanderer​

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[The Wanderer]

Daniel Collins

Well, that's new. He thought to himself as he got a view of the swirling portal.

Must be the reason why Invictus brought her in. His attention was brought back to Seier as she asked her question regarding his ability. "It's a bit hard to describe accurately....But, some of the other agents describe it as I can respawn, like in a video game. In other words. I can be killed, and I'll respawn some distance away. Useful ability in his career." He finished, his tone slightly quiet.

Deciding to lead the way to the party, Daniel walked down the hall, only hoping that Seier followed. "While Jason is not that bad of a name. My name is Daniel. If you have any questions or something, go ahead and ask. I don't mind much.......Mainly because I can't think of any good conversation topics." This is the only time Daniel wished Gabe was here to fill in the gap that Daniel kind of made with not being great at talking to another human being. You could go and ask the lad for some assistance in that department. A quiet voice in his head suggested.

While it wasn't a bad suggestion, he silently shuddered at the prospect. As he could only imagine Gabe bouncing off the walls either figuratively or literally in excitement at Daniel coming to him for help.

The next few minutes were spent with Daniel replying to Seier's questions with honesty. Or as much honesty he would allow depending on the question. Eventually, he led her to the large room where the event was being held. Once stepping inside, he gave Seier a pat on the shoulder before saying. "Enjoy yourself. And if someone who is dressed up in very old looking pilot uniform walks up to you. Apologies in advance, the man can be a bit too jovial in my opinion. And my advice, try and distract him with the arrival of other agents. Or by saying you remember someone wanted to talk to him about something. That should get him off your back."

It was solid advice as he used it to get the pilot off his back on several occasions.

It wouldn't really work on the other jovial types. Those ones required a more specialized plan as those caught on quick to his actions....

@Mars Walker

 

[GuanYue]

Storm Kelly

From when the new recruits came for their first abrupt simulation mission to the mass set of missions that were dispatched, things lately had been pretty active and quite a mess. Even now, Storm continued to recall the events that had happened in his head. The simulation mission was amusing at best, but became a bit sour when the overzealous higher ranked agents decided to join in the fun. The new recruits proved to have potential though, with their quick acting and even quicker thinking. It was a few of the new girls that had figured out that working together was the key. It was unfortunate that the strategist of the group had been transferred out so suddenly. Where she went and why, Storm didn't particularly care. The ones that at interested him were the least suspecting of the girls and the most unexpected of the girls. The one that showed almost no promised in the beginning had become the VIP of the room. Where Vyla had gone after the mission, he wasn't sure either. Though he was curious, he did't pursue trying to find her. She would either come around soon enough or more than likely fade into the civilian life at the facility.

The last girl, and the one that struck Storm as a major intrigue, was in fact the haughty little Scots that continued to remain known at the facility. Already, Seier's name began go float around the base as the _void witch_ that stabbed Adam Kane in the thigh. That in itself amused Storm. He didn't particularly care for the labrat wolf, and it was made quite clear that Adam would have nothing but disdain for Storm. Ahhh, just the way he liked it. Because in reality, Storm just didn't care. He didn't care about anyone or anything... except, well...

Walking down the hall toward the auditorium, Storm glanced at Sable in the corner of his eye. "So?" He finally spoke, letting the cigarette bounce between his lips slightly. "Are you going to ask her out or what?" Sable would know exactly who he was talking about, and no matter how much he could deny it, Storm already knew who had the demon of hatred's fancy. Even though Storm didn't particularly care about who his friend and proclaimed 'hubby' was interested in, he was interested in the subtle to not so subtle reactions Sable had over the topic. it was uncharacteristic, yet so very characteristic for Mister Crimson that Storm couldn't help but to tease him. I know you like her. I don't see what the issue is."​

 

[Tarieles]

Taqqiq Selene Amaruq

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Location: Holding Cell
Interactions: None
Mentions: None

With a heavy head, and heavier heart, Selene cracked open her eyes expecting to see another ditch or other place one would generally not want to wake up in. Instead, she was initially pleasantly surprised. She was inside. However, the memories of the previous day flooded her, and her throat tensed up. She didn't remember anything past those first two shots. That could only mean one thing.

Selene glanced at her hands, afraid of what she'd see. Just as she expected, blood under her fingernails. She choked out a sob, hiding her hands in her long sleeves. She sat up from the extremely worn-out bed and glanced around the room. It was mostly barren, a small table with two chairs in the center, her bed, and a small toilet with a sink in the corner. Across from her was the door, a very secure looking door. She finally wound up in prison.

No, chill, I didn't get any sort of trial, probably a holding cell... Fuck that might be even worse. She stood from the bed and went to the door, looking through a small, probably plexiglass, window. The hall seemed empty but not dark from what she could see. Stepping back, she paced the room, hands still in her sleeves as she crossed her arms. She wanted a mirror, she could taste dried blood on her lips, she wanted to see how bad she looked. She wanted to know how bad it was.

In reality, no she did not want to know. She didn't want to know how many more children lost their parents, how many more people lost their loved ones, all because of her drunken rage. That bar was probably a huge crime scene right now and it was all her fault. Tears began to stream down her face. She couldn't believe how stupid she was. She sat on the mattress once again, breathing deeply to calm herself. This was all probably a misunderstanding, if anything this was probably her blood. She wanted to die the previous day, maybe she had just hurt herself somewhere. She began to give herself a once over, trying to find any sort of injury at all.

Nothing. No injuries. It wasn't her blood at all. That meant it was somebody's who wasn't her. She looked at her hands again, trying to scrub off the dried blood with the palm of her hand. It was stuck under her fingernails and in her cuticles, she needed water. Rushing over to the sink, she turned on the faucet and began to scrub to the best of her ability. There was some still stuck when she was done, but it didn't look as bad. She splashed her face some, hoping to get the taste out of her mouth, but to little avail.

She was probably going to be locked away, not even in prison. They'd probably test her in one of those science labs because she was a freak. She sat down on the mattress again, laying back down and burying her face in the pillow. This was just all a bad dream. Or maybe she was dead. Either way, this couldn't be it. Inhaling a huge lungful of air, she let out a piercing scream into the pillow, the thin piece of material muffling it as best it could.

Once again, she sort of just wanted to die.

 

[rissa]

AMARANTH L'YSANDAR

"Don't let her compel you to give her any ice cream, she's already had more than enough."

Mara let out a weary sigh as she straightened her jacket for the umpteenth time and checked her reflection in the mirror for the third time in forty seconds. She hated mixers. Did she dress casually? Did she wear something fancy? Did she even own anything fancy? After five outfit changes, Mara ended up in sleek, dark denims, her usual calf-high boots, and a dark green long sleeve blouse. Red-gold hair was unstyled and half-wild with waves but after tucking a loose strand behind her ear and giving herself one last look-over, she realized she really didn't care how she looked.

Glancing over at Hexa with a nervous smile, she spoke again, this time with less seriousness. "As a matter of fact, don't let her compel you to do anything! She's a lil' monster that one. She's napping now, but who knows how long that'll last. Time for me to be off though," She moved to the door after giving Olivine a feather-light kiss on the head, "You know how to get ahold of me."

She left her quarters with defeated, deflated shoulders. Company mixer's were not her thing. But it was expected of her to attend, to-- well maybe not enjoy herself, but at least act professionally while in attendance. Walking past a few fellow agents as she rounded the hall that led to the auditorium, she let out one last sigh before settling into her usual unfazed-by-anything state of mind.

Amaranth was one of the first few people to arrive and she spent her time walking around the auditorium, eyeing booths, new arrivals, and then almost greedily, the food. Maybe mixers weren't so bad after all…

She smiled wryly when the short-fused and short-framed Scot was escorted in by Mr. Collins. Helping herself to another glass of punch, Mara hovered near the sweets, picking here and there, curious but rather nervous to be introduced to her new partner.

 

[Mars Walker]

[fieldbox="Seier/Daniel, black, solid"]Seier followed behind Daniel as he took the lead, mentioning that she was free to ask any questions that she might have- and there was one question that Seier did have burning in her mind.
"Is Martin always an uptight bookish shitefaced cock-gobbler? And what's Jerry's issue? That arsehole has absolutely no feckin' backbone." She huffed, looking up at Daniel, expecting a good answer.
"I have to be honest, never dealt with Martin longer than I had to. Although, I think it has something to do with him wanting to keep up morale or something. Reminds me of a slightly less hyper Gabe." He said. "As for Jerry…...Eh, the guy's a knob. His wife from what I hear makes decent pies, though I have yet to even try one." He accidently let his British accent pop up as he was describing Jerry. "Got anymore questions?"
Seier pondered his answer for a second, definitely noticing the change in dialect.
"Ah focken hate Jerry.." She muttered, "Sounds like yer a brit, eh? Why hide the accent? Ah've noticed a few fuckers 'round 'ere doin' tha same kind of shite. Hidin' themselves in some way aer another.." She was quiet for a split second before piping up again with another question she'd been wanting to ask, "And why did ye choose tae fight fer Invictus? Martin gave me life with invictus, aer death by invictus. Focken' shite choices, ef ya ask me. Ah much prefer runnin' wild 'round tha world. This place feckin' sucks, Daniel." She frowned, "Ah think tha's awll mah questions fer now." She added.
He pondered over how to answer. Before deciding to go with. "Spend enough time in another place, accent fades a bit. It pops up every often. As for the others, they have their reason as I have mine. My reason being because of……." He paused for a second, thinking over certain events that had caused him to change. ".....Something I don't wish to talk about, but let's just say that I lost a close friend while working here." He continued, wanting to change topic a little bit. "I chose to fight for Invictus not because they can kill me anytime they wish. I do it because without us being there. What's to stop all manner of bad things from killing people. Robbing families of loved ones? It'd be a shitshow without someone there to make sure that when something goes bump in the night, that something bumps it back to wherever it came from…." He left it there.
Seier was okay with that answer. It was the most straight-forward answer she'd gotten since arriving at the organization's base.
"Well, they came too late fer me, if their intention wos tae help. Robbed ma'self of a loved one." Seier's scowl grew deeper, "I don't think ah'll e'er like 'avin' tae be here or face death. Doesn't seem quite fair, if ya ask me." She said, scratching her head under her hat a bit.
Eventually, he led her to the large room where the event was being held. Once stepping inside, he gave Seier a pat on the shoulder before saying. "Enjoy yourself. And if someone who is dressed up in very old looking pilot uniform walks up to you. Apologies in advance, the man can be a bit too jovial in my opinion. And my advice, try and distract him with the arrival of other agents. Or by saying you remember someone wanted to talk to him about something. That should get him off your back."
Seier raised an eyebrow, wondering, but not particularly caring about the hyper people he was talking about, "Right then. Ah'll enjoy myself once ah've got a few drinks en me. Whiskey makes e'erythin' better!" She gave a lazy thumbs up to Daniel.
"Ah'll watch out fer tha hyper fuckers. Not my kind of crowd, tae say tha least." She spoke, scrunching her nose up a bit at the thought of socializing anymore than she just had.
With nothing else to do, Daniel went off to the side, undoubtedly to wait til one of the handlers showed up. Then he'd ask which one was in charge of training the new bunch and offer to be a live target. [/fieldbox]
@The Wanderer

 

[GuanYue]

Leo De Luca

With file in hand, Leo read the current person of interest's activity up until Invictus had put her into one of the many holding cells. He silently flipped the page, scanning over every line, and trying to figure out a game plan of how to go about speaking with this Taqqiq Amaruq. Faint sobbing and screaming could be heard from her cell that he stood not too far away from. He was leaning up against the wall, finishing the last of his cigarette. Poor girl must have just woken up. She hadn't even gotten a chance to get her bearings yet. Tilting his head back, he let out a billow of smoke. "I hate seeing women cry." He mumbled to himself while closing his eyes. Looked like he would have to bite through it.

A security guard started to pass, making their rounds to be sure all the cells were closed and the people in holding weren't causing too much of a riot. Leo opened his eyes and waved his hand to catch the guy's attention. "Can I get a few towels?" He gestured at Selene's cell with his thumb. The guard looked over, the nodded his head before heading off to go get some. In this time, Leo finished off his cigarette and put it out against the wall. Disregarding any trash can that might have been nearby, he dropped it to the ground and stepped on it. Surely there was at least one other burnt up cigarette in the same place.

After Leo was given the fresh towels, he went to Selene's cell and waited for the guard to open the door for him. He gave a small thanks and a nod as he entered, and waited for the door to close behind him before giving Selene his attention. "Hello there. I figured you might want some of these." He gave her a small friendly smile, but stood in place. He was a stranger. No need to make her feel more uncomfortable and threatened than she probably already did. Eventually he moved, slowly over to the table and put the towels down. He then pulled out the chair furthest from her and sat down. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble. All this is just a safety precaution." Of course he knew that wasn't going to make her feel any better. "My name is Leo De Luca. Could we please have a chat? Surely I can answer the questions that're swarming your head."​

 

[GuanYue]

Venn Charles

And when he thought things couldn't get more complicated after Crowley had been transferred to the Texas branch, they did. The Museum mission had been a rather large mess. Come to find out that the mummy was actually wandering around, trying to find it's mummy bits that had been in mislabeled canisters downstairs. It wrecked havoc just to find them, and it took all of the agents' strength to not damage any of the exhibitions. They were finally able to put the mummy back to rest, but not before a couple stray bullets had made holes in the old linen wrappings. Someone would have to give the museum and explanation for that one, but at least Venn knew that wasn't part of their job description.

Upon his return back, he didn't get much peace either. He was up late with writing reports, and having to explain the damages. He also needed to get an examination to be sure all of his tattoos were still in tact and that none of the seals had been broken. At some point in the mission, he had received a pretty nasty cut along his forearm, but nothing that wouldn't heal up on it's own. He didn't particularly want to bother White Foster with the trouble of a small flesh wound. But with that, he was forced to make an appointment with a tattoo artist and to apply some extra precautionary seals. Who knew what kind of spirit lurked about now in days.

It felt like forever since Venn slept, and now he was going to a damn party he didn't even care about. A mandatory mixer to meet other agents. This was the perfect setting for Crowley, and reminded him of one of his first few encounters with the old magician. With a growl, Venn seemed to walk faster, more desperate to get the whole thing over with rather than to try and enjoy himself.

He entered the large room and looked around. People were still coming, it seemed. There were already a decent amount of people. Some familiar faces, some that weren't. He ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it back before brushing it forward. Instinctively, he headed to one of the far tables to sit and wait.​

 

[ShiroKiyoshi]

Company Mixer - Great​

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On the day of the mixer Rostam was asleep, when he got the invitation to the mixer he was asleep, and when he got back from silencing a horde of goblins? He was asleep. Sleep has been Rostam's goto activity recently. With only studying, work, Gabe, and Santa to keep him entertained, he'd gotten quite bored. So honestly, he was excited for the mixer, but the halfling would never admit something like that. He did however finally manage to undo his mother's curse on his blankets, but...

The rooms lights flashed on, trash was thrown into bins, his computer moniters flashed to life, and his closet rotated to today's outfit, automatically popping it out so that he could put it on. Rostam groaned into his pillow.

...he still had to figure out the 12 other curses she placed in the room. It was almost like a test of his ability to see if he could do it which is what irritated him the most. The only reason he didn't get mad is because he understood she was just trying to instill healthy habits in him. He wished she'd try a little less. Turning over he threw his blankets off of him, not caring where they landed, and outstretched his arm to his closet.

Tfunduno te ienv cuh.

Wind wrapped around the clothing that the closet held out for him and carried it over to him. He snatched it out of the air and threw it next to him on his bed. He ran his hand over his face in frustration (as he did not want to get up) before coming to a stand and begrudgingly making his way to the bathroom to clean himself.

"Computer, anything on the curse seals I found on the sheets?" Rostam asked the machine.

The speakers in the room came to life as a female AI started speaking. "Yes Rostam. I have already rented books from the library relating to them."

"Alright, thanks." Rostam said as he walked out of his bathroom.

He hit the power button to his monitor on the way to his bed and picked up his clothes, sliding them on with extreme care to his shirt. Most didn't know it, but Rostam's shirts are custom made, meaning they come out of his paycheck. They are designed to be light and sturdy for utility purposes, but they are long, but not long enough to be a coat, but also not short enough to just be a shirt. They were, as he called it, the perfect length. The ends of them flew in the wind, which he likes, and none of them had hideous buttons to ruin his open shirt style.

Today required that he wear bandages around his abdomen to cover himself up, so reluctantly he did, choosing a white color to mimick the effect of a white undershirt. He wore black slacks and a shirt. There was no fucking way you were getting him to wear a tie. With that he slipped on his socks and high-tops (another of his custom luxuries, but he doesn't have many of these, shoes are much more expensive) being that it was a special occasion he felt it'd be good to wear them here.

Then he was out the door and on his nimbus cloud, traveling at high speed through the Invictus halls. He arrived at the auditorium a short while later. He pulled out his phone, checked it for any messages, checked the invitation, locked the phone, and put it away. He then scanned the room for Daniel.

"If Respawn is on my team I don't like my odds... Is that him?" Rostam said to himself.

Across the room he could see a decked out military guy dropping off a little girl in a witch's hat. From where he stood he could hear some of the fowl language she used, but more importantly her thick accent. He'd probably love this girl if she wasn't a silent spell-caster, but Rostam has learned that his magic is a dying art. He then focused his attention back on Daniel before walking over to the man. He was stood up straight, as he always did when he walked, and kept his hands in his pockets. He planted his feet firmly down, one after the other, and gestured with a nod of his head.

"'Sup, you must be Daniel. I'm Rostam. Never had the pleasure of meeting you, you got quite a gift." Rostam said casually. "What division are you in?"

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@The Wanderer

 

[Tarieles]

Template credit to darkflames13​

Sable Mereworth

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Location: Hallway
Interactions: Storm (@Dao Ma)

Mentions: Mara (@rissa)​

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When Sable got the invite to the company mixer, he wasn't exactly super thrilled about the situation. He never really liked these types of events and felt they were too forced. Everyone was expected to come and enjoy themselves, but instead everything felt stiff and uncomfortable. People never really got to know new people, and instead just hung around people they already knew. However, it wouldn't look particularly good if Sable didn't go, and he was pretty sure this was one of those "if you don't come we'll shun you forever" types of things, so instead of fighting it, he'd go, stir around in his department, get his partner assignment, and all the awkwardness would be over.

The last mission he was on had actually been quite successful. He watched his agents grow, and wished them the best. He hadn't seen most of them since, which likely meant they were getting along well with everyone else and made some friends. He was glad for that, this place was not to be handled without support of some kind. One he had kept hearing about, usually in no good way, was Seier. He had hoped she'd get used to living here and helping others, but maybe she wasn't ready to accept it. She likely just needed time.

With a sigh, Sable took a last look in the mirror. He hadn't really dressed any differently. White button up, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, black slacks, the same thing he usually wore. He wasn't exactly fashion minded, and no one ever criticized him so he figured he was doing fine. He stepped outside, seeing Storm approaching. They had agreed to walk there together. It made sense, after all people did assume they were a couple of some sort. It didn't really bother Sable any, he didn't really mind people gossiping, and it didn't hurt either of them. They were just a pair of strange people who could probably call themselves friends.

They walked in silence for a short while, Sable not thinking anything of it, until Storm's voice broke the veil. Sable looked at him curiously, and if the demon could blush, his face would likely be the same color as the rest of him. It apparently wasn't well hidden of his affections for a certain Fae in the facility. He rubbed the back of his neck, giving a small shrug.

"W-well, someday, maybe, I-I mean if she would even want to, but I don't know if I should." He sputtered, glancing around as if making sure no one else was listening in. "I just... I don't want to intrude. I mean, Alessander wasn't long ago. Five years isn't... It's not a long time." He sighed softly, now fidgeting with his hands. "I just don't want to hurt her. Maybe she's not ready. That and... I just don't know if she feels the same." Putting his hands in his pockets, he kept to the side of Storm. He hadn't really thought about asking her on a date. He had never actually been on a real date. His only two relationships really just began after spending a long time together, just not really dating. He knew most ladies liked flowers and other pretty gifts and that was about it.

"It's probably best I leave her alone, I don't want her to think I was waiting for him to disappear."

 

[ShiroKiyoshi]

M&O Booth - This Sucks​

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"ON THE GOD DAMN DESK GEOFFREY!"

Lick.

"Oh, I'm gonna be so late..." Yun fell over on the desk as a giant frog, relatively the size of her torso, just stared at her, its tongue stuck to her face. Yun had this whole exhibit she was going to do, so that she could show any new recruits some of the weird and wacky things they'd be dealing with in the MO labs, but Geoffrey, her goto frog for every year was acting up. Actually, as she sat in front of the frog, several people behind the frog were trying to lift it physically, as using magic enraged it for obvious reasons: that's how it was caught.

As Yun sat on the brink of tears, doing everything in her power to fight it off, an idea popped in her mind. With a raise of her hand, Geoffrey and all of her assistants looked to her empty palm. Then with a snap of her fingers a delicious treat appeared, its aroma magically entranced Geoffrey, and her assistants. Yun, who was pinching her nose, looked up when she felt Geoffrey's tongue peel off her face and his mouth wrap around her arm. The creature sucked the treat off of it and stared at her blank faced as it was now on the desk. However, her assistants had also thrown themselves on her arm.

Seeing as they were trapped by her spell she felt comfortable bursting into tears. She sat there and cried until Geoffrey stuck his tongue to her face, it calmed her down simply because she couldn't be so upset with the cute creature attatched to her. That and he kept licking up her salty tears.

It was early so not many people were up which was good because today's trail of crap floating behind her was much bigger. It included all the pieces necessary to build a booth, set up a cage for Geoffrey to sit in, an alchemist table for her assistants to work at, and her usual reageants and tiny creatures she carried with her in her pockets. Reaching the auditorium, she peeked in, only a few other divisions had arrived before her, and they were still setting up. She let out a sigh of relief and snuck into the room, magically assembling her stuff in seconds.

That caught the attention of everyone. She gave an awkward smile before she did the same for the rest of the divisions. Then she went over to her assistants, slapping them out of their trance one by one.

"Wake up! We got an hour until people are here!" Yun commanded with her hands on her hips. She pointed to the alchemist table. "Whip up an aroma potion. That'll be nice and easy to show off. Someone go feed Geoffrey and..." Yun looked around the booth and couldn't see the computer. "Who forgot the damn computer? Someone go run and get it." Yun said with a huff.

Within an hour's time the booths were ready and Yun sat in front of her booth, rather than inside it, leaning against the front of it. She scanned the room and you bet your ass she spotted Seier's witch's hat. A genuine smile spread across her face as she pressed her hands together. This softer Yun put off some of her newer assistants as they were used to the tough act she put on, but she coughed and quickly fixed it, crossing her arms across her chest.

Oh, there goes my son... who is that? Can he keep up with Rostam? Can Rostam keep up with him?! Oh no. Calm down Yun, Rostam can handle himself, worry about your booth. Your booth. What if Geoffrey breaks out?! I can't do this. I should go back to the office, but I can't. They'll think I'm weak, I can't be weak.

"I can help you..." A lesser demon reached out to Yun as her negativity reached new heights.

"Not now, I don't need your shit today Malu." Yun's assistants paused in their work when they heard the sudden outburst.

"Isn't that the lesser demon of evil?" An assistant asked. His friends tried to ignore him and continued work.

"Yeah, he's a pain, give him two ounces of any of you and he thinks he can have a say in whatever he wants."

"But, I can."

"Seriously shut up."

"What's he sayin-" The newbie continued to pry. His friends really tried to ignore him now.

"You shut up too!"

Yun said with another huff. Her magic actually flared unstably for a second as she faced her assistants. It made everyone shut up, even the demons lurking around her connection to the underworld.

Today is really not my day...

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@PeopleInAuditorium

 

[The Wanderer]

Daniel Collins

Wasn't long til someone walked up to him. Though the person in question must either be his future partner that had been mentioned in the message or just someone who was going to pester him about seeing if some rumor had some truth to it.

When the man called him by his name, that meant the former possibility had become a reality. This man was his partner now. "And you must be Rostam. Nice to make your acquaintance and I hope our partnership has a future of successes." He continued. "Likewise with you. Though my ability only has a few functions."

While Daniel wasn't one to get jealous, he still had his moments. These thoughts weren't out of the sake of being mean or selfish. Instead it was more. "Your ability has a lot uses than mine." Type of jealousy.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as Rostam asked about what department he was in. "Fieldwork. Was planning to hopefully switch to Recon. But the likelihood of that happening is slim. As they'd be losing a point-man. A very expendable point-man." He muttered the last bit.

"What about you, what department are you in?" He said as casually as he was capable of. Daniel wanted to get to know the man infront of him. "And quick question. And be honest. Heard of the rumors?" He was hoping that Rostam hadn't heard about any of the rumors. Or if he did, he didn't believe them.

@ShiroKiyoshi

 

[Tarieles]

Credit to darkflames13 for template​

Matsui Yuka

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Location: Auditorium
Interactions: Tomomi
Mentions: None

"Tomomi you look so darling!" Yuka squealed as she stepped back from her android, who looked as deadpan as usual. Yuka had dressed her in a calf length white dress that accentuated the android's form, and the well places cut-outs did even more to make her look dashing. On her feet were flat, multicolored jeweled sandals. She had applied makeup to her synthetic skin, and brushed and curled her hair. She was so ready for the party, in fact more ready than Yuka herself. The woman looked down at her attire, sighing a bit. She didn't have nearly as nice a body as Tomomi, she'd never be able to pull off that kind of dress.

After sifting through her closet for something for herself, Yuka decided on a simple black peplum dress with a lace halter neck. It was supposed to be thigh high on the model, but on her frame it came down nearly to her knees. Her shoes were simple black pumps. After a quick application of makeup and doing very little to her hair, Yuka smiled victoriously.

"The geek can look pretty!" She exclaimed to herself. She returned to where Tomomi was standing patiently, and took her by the hand. "Come Tomomi, we have hearts to break!" She announced, her companion following dutifully behind. While the android didn't have very good conversational skills, she could hold short ones about specific topics. Yuka wanted to make her more humanlike, but it was taking ages to build her personality. Not only would she have the emotional intelligence of a child when the AI was implanted, she would be just as easy to teach. She had to keep bad people away from her until she had an easier emotional range to deal with and could think for herself.

The pair walked down the hall, eventually entering the auditorium. The scent of food hit her first, and her stomach growled loudly. She suddenly realized she had only eaten like... two poptarts that day. She sniffed the air, an almost sexual moan escaping her.

"Oh fuck that smells so damn good. Tomomi, follow." She let go of the android's hand, letting her free follow for now.

"Yes, Miss Yuka." Tomomi responded in a slightly lilted, but obviously dead voice.

As Yuka approached the food table, she glanced about, with a hungry look in her eyes. Grabbing a plate, she started to pile it high with... well, most everything. She was hungry, and this was free food. Yuka was no fool, free food meant you eat as much as humanly possible and then stuff some on your purse to bring home. Now if only she had a purse. She side eyed Tomomi, but the thought quickly went away. She wasn't going to subjugate her storage capacity as a glorified doggy bag.

With enough food for multiple meals, Yuka stepped away before she hurt herself. She sat at one of the dining tables, Tomomi standing behind her until Yuka told her to sit. If only the girl could eat, because this food was delicious. The spice of free made it even better.

 

[ShiroKiyoshi]

Company Mixer - Greeeaaat​

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"I mean I just make shit blow over, ain't that exciting, but yeah there is not many ways you can change dying I guess." Rostam said, as he looked off and scanned the room again, looking for others he knew, but with that being Gabe and Santa, he quickly focused on Daniel again. Guy was a lot calmer than one would have suspected and he had a light accent, but Rostam couldn't pick it out, so he decided against making a comment on it and potentially be wrong.

"But speaking of our partnership - I don't plan on relying on your ability. That'll be last ditch meatshield if anything. So, don't worry about that." Rostam mentioned.

As they talked, Daniel could notice that Rostam never really made any expression or made an attempt to show excitement, but it could also be shown by his light smirk that he was enjoying himself. He wasn't much different than the balls of energy he hung around, he just tried to keep his suppressed and under control. As Daniel continued to flatter Rostam though, his excitement turned to worry, the guy who had his back, was he just a push over? Rostam did not need that while he was chanting incantations.

He crossed his arms and donned his signature bored expression. "I mean surely you're not useless? You're all geared up, you obviously know your way around a few weapons." Rostam said, tapping the guy on the shoulder, more suggesting that he did know the things. He did not want to hear "no" come out of this man's mouth.

Daniel moved on. He addressed Rostam with a personal question. Rumors? Of course Rostam heard the rumors, all he did was lounge around and study, or occasionally sit in the MO labs fixing gear. All he heard was rumors. He wasn't going to tell this guy that though, seemed like he'd been hit by it enough, the question was evidence of that.

"I'm with the Department of Collections, but nah, I haven't heard a thing. I just sleep all day, I wouldn't catch stuff like that. What are they saying? I'll be sure to shut it down when I hear it." Rostam said with a shrug of his shoulders.

He knew he wouldn't shut the rumors down. Rostam never interferes in matters outside of his world.

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@The Wanderer