SparksFly
About me
๐๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐๐จ๐ฒ, ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ฌ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฒ. ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐. ๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ, ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฑ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฃ๐จ๐ข๐ง ๐ซ๐ฉ ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ซ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ซ ๐๐๐ญ๐ฌ...๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ "๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐! ๐๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐."
๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐, ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐๐, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ, ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ฑ๐๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐๐ซ. ๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง, ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐, ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ ๐จ ๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐๐ข๐ฉ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ฑ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐. ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ฆ๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ข๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐
๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ ๐ข๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐๐ง๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐. ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐จ ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ, ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐, ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฏ๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐จ๐จ๐จ ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ. ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ฅ ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ, ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐๐ค๐ ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ. ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ก ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐๐๐ ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐.
๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ ๐จ๐๐ญ๐๐ง ๐๐จ ๐๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐๐จ ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ฑ๐๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐, ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐๐ฅ๐จ. ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ง ๐ซ๐๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ข๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐, ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง.
๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐๐๐ซ๐ง ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก. ๐๐จ๐๐๐ซ๐ง ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ค๐ฒ, ๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ซ ๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ญ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ, ๐จ๐ซ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐๐๐ญ. ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ข๐ญ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ข-๐๐ข (๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ง๐ค, ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ, ๐๐จ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ, ๐ฆ๐จ๐๐๐ซ๐ง ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐๐ข-๐๐ข) ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐ ๐จ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก. ๐๐ค๐๐ฒ ๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐๐ก, ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ฆ๐? ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ฆ๐. ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐ฒ ๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐๐ ๐ฆ๐, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐จ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ฆ๐. ๐๐จ ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐. (๐๐๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ)
Below I wanted to provide some examples of my rp styles. These are all from past rps, and some of them may have been from a while ago, but hopefully still hold up to how I rp today.
Rp Opener
It was deep in the calm space, some where far from the Milky Way that everyone came from. Humanity in its persistence keeps finding boundaries and pushing them further and further, pushing past their own moon, their neighboring planets, their own Galaxy. They often take for granted how far they have come. However when you're aboard a space shuttle, looking out the window into a massive sea of darkness lit up only by small balls of light hovering in the void, and you are filled with that awestruck wonder you will find that there is no other experience like it. You always think about that first time you saw your planet, gently spinning in its gravitational pull. All of the politics and complications with that tiny little fraction of life become nothing in the vast ocean of life. Out there in the void, new discoveries await every corner, and humanities drive to push that boundary further is never ending. Just as the morning sun rises every day, casting light to the lands to be explored, so too does the Star Fleet Carrier aptly named, "The Morning Sun." It is like a city in and of itself. The fleet could cast a shadow on the entirety of New York, traversing it requires using built in monorails, and sections of the ship are dedicated just to living like anyone would in a apartment complex. The Fleet has a simple mission, act as the command center for the NSO{Naval Space Operations} and main Voyager for Earth and her colonies. Consisting of over a hundred teams of Planetary Expedition Experts that they call Pioneers, she has been the heart and soul of Humanity and their allies expansion across the Galaxy.
You have heard of this ship before, but now you get to experience it first hand as you have been specialty picked for the formation of the 41st Pioneer Team.
Noah Hjalmer was called into the ships briefing area 4 weeks prior to the expected arrival of the expedition. He walked through the sliding doors, wearing his formal uniform. "Admiral Carter sir! "Noah said with a salute as he entered.
"At-Ease Sargent, you may have a seat. "The young, yet hardened Admiral said, waving his hand to the nearest seat. Other then the two of them, the room was seemingly empty. "Noah, I have called you in today because I want to offer you a proposition. I know that long ago you where striving to become a pilot so that you could join our Pioneer teams and make contact with new planets...particularly Cerberus. I told myself if the opportunity ever came I would put you high on my list but due to certain incidents you had, it would be hard to find a spot for you. "The Admiral was saying as he set a stack of documents in front of him.
"Such an opportunity just came up. Normally Pioneer teams would consist of a flight squad of 7 pilots, and 30 scientist, but Cerberus is no normal affair. So me and a the head of our Planetary research, Sara Downs, are constructing a special Pioneer team to specifically handle the expedition of Cerberus. Given that we cannot survey the land before making contact, Sara wants a team consisted of two escorts as protection, a pilot, and a mechanic. She wanted to keep the team small, and have a little bit of everything to be ready for whatever may happen."
"This..."Noah said as he looked through the documentations that he had. "Sounds fantastic, if not a little worrying. "His voice was husky and weathered, matching the warn face of the 30 year old man.
"I can assure you that nothing should go wrong this time, we are prepared for anything. I dont want to repeat history."
"Then what do I need to do?"Noah asked, getting straight to the point.
"Just choose who you want to bring from your squad, and I have a list of mechanics I think would be the best for you to bring a long too. I am leaving the choice up to you as you would know what would be best for your squad."
"In that case I want Clay as my pilot, he is a good pilot. One of the best. And I want Misaki to come too."
"Misaki?"Carter asked with a raised eyebrow, seeming to have a varying opinion on her.
"I know she has her anger issues, but she works good for me, and I wouldn't trust anyone else."
Carter shrugged, not adhering closely to the stoic mannerisms of a high ranking military officer. "So be it then..."
"As for the mechanic...I dont need to look through all these in detail to know that I want this guy."He said pointing to a man named Gunnar Hanson. "He is the only one listed with Military History. No offence to the scientist of yours, but if I am going to be baby sitting, I dont want to have to worry about more the one person. If this guy can handle himself in a fight, then I will take him over any of these others."
Carter nodded. "Sounds like a good choice. I will let everyone know about their enlistment into Pioneer 41st. And Noah, I just want you to keep in mind, I need you and your squad to do anything you can to protect Sara and yourselves, but she is the one leading this expedition. You will be getting orders from her."
Noah winced a little as he broke his composure slightly. His team was not going to take orders from anyone but him, especially if that person was not a leatherneck like the rest of them. Getting his squad to corporate would probably be harder then landing on Cerberus. "I will...do my best sir."
"I hope so. And Sargent one more thing. "Carter said as he took a long sigh and leaned against the table. "My father...put your father into the situation that lead to his disappearance. I have been fighting an uphill battle ever since I took this position to clear my families name and make all the wrongs right. I have stuck my neck out for you on this, many of my advisors said you are too close to this matter, and you might become emotionally compromised. But I want to help you, I know you want this more then anyone. Please, whatever happens down there...whatever you find, keep your cool, and don't make me regret this." He said with a deep sincerity. His eyes met with Noah's, and as much as Noah wanted to hide his emotions they cracked through his skin ever so slightly, showing that melancholy anger boiled inside him.
"I'll do my best sir. But I dont know how well I can promise my forgiveness."
Carter looked down at the table and pierced his lips, remaining silent for a second too long. Gaining the validation from others was not something he was seeking out, but he constantly felt like he was just expected to make all the same mistakes his father did. It was becoming a bit disheartening. "You are dismissed Sargent."
The weeks went by, and everyone involved in the assembly of the new team was notified, and sent to The Morning Sun to begin their departure soon. It was not only a few days away from the scheduled departure, and Noah and his team where working together in the hanger, getting their ship, a Jatayu-98, ready for flight. His pilot, Clay, was doing his checks over the ship to make sure things like his engine and landing gear where up to par, while Noah and Misaki loaded some supplies into the ship.
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"So any Idea why they call this planet Cerberus?" Clay asked with his Australian laced tongue.
"Well I heard it was just because if had three moons."Misaki said while she hulled a crate in.
"Like the three headed dog? Well that aint very creative now innet?"
"Well I have heard other people say some different things. The NSO have been very quiet on what they know transpired that day...some suggest they named it that because Cerberus is the guard to the gates of the underworld. So take that as you will."
"Uhhh...surly though that is just rumors right?"Clay asked with a bit of an unease.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."Misaki said as she walked back to gather more supplies.
"Dont start psyching each other out already. If we are going to get through this we need to be level headed. "Noah said
"Oy, I am always level headed...this is just a new kind of level for my head to go to I guess. "Clay said while tinkering with his engines. "Hey, you think God is all the way out here? Gracing us on our journey to Planet he may or may not have created?"
"If you believe it then I sure hope so for your sake."
Misaki watched as a man with a few robotic prosthetic started walking their way with intent on his face. "Who's that?"
Noah lowered his head from the inside of the hull and peeked through to see the man walking up. "Looks like our Mechanic finally arrived. Show some respect he is going to be in the squad."
"He better not touch my beauty...if I see one misplaced wire..."Clay muttered while his head and upper torso was deep into the side of the engine to clean its fuel injectors, his voice muffled slightly from the metal around him.
"Mr.Hansen nice to meet you finally. "Noah said as he raised his hand for a shake."This is my point man, Misaki Hytomi, and that pair of legs dangling from the engine is Clay Lachlan our pilot."Misaki remained a bit distant and didn't say much as she continued to load the supplies.
"A pleasure to meet you mate." Clay said as he wiggled out of the engine like a bird hatching from its egg. He was dirtied with oil and soot, but for Hansen that must be pretty normal. "Ah poor fellow, looks like we both bit off more then we could chew. "Clay said as he noticed he had a few prosthetic just like himself. "Dont worry, I wont be giving us a reason to lose any more limbs. I am a good pilot, one of the best." He said as he reached out for a handshake as well.
Even though Misaki was giving a cold shoulder, the group seemed welcoming enough, at least more then most Marine squads would be. Noah himself seemed to ensue a natural energy about him that was that of a highly motivated and endurance driven man, the rest of his team complimented the feeling as well and there did not seem to be much a weak link in his tight group.
You have heard of this ship before, but now you get to experience it first hand as you have been specialty picked for the formation of the 41st Pioneer Team.
Noah Hjalmer was called into the ships briefing area 4 weeks prior to the expected arrival of the expedition. He walked through the sliding doors, wearing his formal uniform. "Admiral Carter sir! "Noah said with a salute as he entered.
"At-Ease Sargent, you may have a seat. "The young, yet hardened Admiral said, waving his hand to the nearest seat. Other then the two of them, the room was seemingly empty. "Noah, I have called you in today because I want to offer you a proposition. I know that long ago you where striving to become a pilot so that you could join our Pioneer teams and make contact with new planets...particularly Cerberus. I told myself if the opportunity ever came I would put you high on my list but due to certain incidents you had, it would be hard to find a spot for you. "The Admiral was saying as he set a stack of documents in front of him.
"Such an opportunity just came up. Normally Pioneer teams would consist of a flight squad of 7 pilots, and 30 scientist, but Cerberus is no normal affair. So me and a the head of our Planetary research, Sara Downs, are constructing a special Pioneer team to specifically handle the expedition of Cerberus. Given that we cannot survey the land before making contact, Sara wants a team consisted of two escorts as protection, a pilot, and a mechanic. She wanted to keep the team small, and have a little bit of everything to be ready for whatever may happen."
"This..."Noah said as he looked through the documentations that he had. "Sounds fantastic, if not a little worrying. "His voice was husky and weathered, matching the warn face of the 30 year old man.
"I can assure you that nothing should go wrong this time, we are prepared for anything. I dont want to repeat history."
"Then what do I need to do?"Noah asked, getting straight to the point.
"Just choose who you want to bring from your squad, and I have a list of mechanics I think would be the best for you to bring a long too. I am leaving the choice up to you as you would know what would be best for your squad."
"In that case I want Clay as my pilot, he is a good pilot. One of the best. And I want Misaki to come too."
"Misaki?"Carter asked with a raised eyebrow, seeming to have a varying opinion on her.
"I know she has her anger issues, but she works good for me, and I wouldn't trust anyone else."
Carter shrugged, not adhering closely to the stoic mannerisms of a high ranking military officer. "So be it then..."
"As for the mechanic...I dont need to look through all these in detail to know that I want this guy."He said pointing to a man named Gunnar Hanson. "He is the only one listed with Military History. No offence to the scientist of yours, but if I am going to be baby sitting, I dont want to have to worry about more the one person. If this guy can handle himself in a fight, then I will take him over any of these others."
Carter nodded. "Sounds like a good choice. I will let everyone know about their enlistment into Pioneer 41st. And Noah, I just want you to keep in mind, I need you and your squad to do anything you can to protect Sara and yourselves, but she is the one leading this expedition. You will be getting orders from her."
Noah winced a little as he broke his composure slightly. His team was not going to take orders from anyone but him, especially if that person was not a leatherneck like the rest of them. Getting his squad to corporate would probably be harder then landing on Cerberus. "I will...do my best sir."
"I hope so. And Sargent one more thing. "Carter said as he took a long sigh and leaned against the table. "My father...put your father into the situation that lead to his disappearance. I have been fighting an uphill battle ever since I took this position to clear my families name and make all the wrongs right. I have stuck my neck out for you on this, many of my advisors said you are too close to this matter, and you might become emotionally compromised. But I want to help you, I know you want this more then anyone. Please, whatever happens down there...whatever you find, keep your cool, and don't make me regret this." He said with a deep sincerity. His eyes met with Noah's, and as much as Noah wanted to hide his emotions they cracked through his skin ever so slightly, showing that melancholy anger boiled inside him.
"I'll do my best sir. But I dont know how well I can promise my forgiveness."
Carter looked down at the table and pierced his lips, remaining silent for a second too long. Gaining the validation from others was not something he was seeking out, but he constantly felt like he was just expected to make all the same mistakes his father did. It was becoming a bit disheartening. "You are dismissed Sargent."
The weeks went by, and everyone involved in the assembly of the new team was notified, and sent to The Morning Sun to begin their departure soon. It was not only a few days away from the scheduled departure, and Noah and his team where working together in the hanger, getting their ship, a Jatayu-98, ready for flight. His pilot, Clay, was doing his checks over the ship to make sure things like his engine and landing gear where up to par, while Noah and Misaki loaded some supplies into the ship.
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"So any Idea why they call this planet Cerberus?" Clay asked with his Australian laced tongue.
"Well I heard it was just because if had three moons."Misaki said while she hulled a crate in.
"Like the three headed dog? Well that aint very creative now innet?"
"Well I have heard other people say some different things. The NSO have been very quiet on what they know transpired that day...some suggest they named it that because Cerberus is the guard to the gates of the underworld. So take that as you will."
"Uhhh...surly though that is just rumors right?"Clay asked with a bit of an unease.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."Misaki said as she walked back to gather more supplies.
"Dont start psyching each other out already. If we are going to get through this we need to be level headed. "Noah said
"Oy, I am always level headed...this is just a new kind of level for my head to go to I guess. "Clay said while tinkering with his engines. "Hey, you think God is all the way out here? Gracing us on our journey to Planet he may or may not have created?"
"If you believe it then I sure hope so for your sake."
Misaki watched as a man with a few robotic prosthetic started walking their way with intent on his face. "Who's that?"
Noah lowered his head from the inside of the hull and peeked through to see the man walking up. "Looks like our Mechanic finally arrived. Show some respect he is going to be in the squad."
"He better not touch my beauty...if I see one misplaced wire..."Clay muttered while his head and upper torso was deep into the side of the engine to clean its fuel injectors, his voice muffled slightly from the metal around him.
"Mr.Hansen nice to meet you finally. "Noah said as he raised his hand for a shake."This is my point man, Misaki Hytomi, and that pair of legs dangling from the engine is Clay Lachlan our pilot."Misaki remained a bit distant and didn't say much as she continued to load the supplies.
"A pleasure to meet you mate." Clay said as he wiggled out of the engine like a bird hatching from its egg. He was dirtied with oil and soot, but for Hansen that must be pretty normal. "Ah poor fellow, looks like we both bit off more then we could chew. "Clay said as he noticed he had a few prosthetic just like himself. "Dont worry, I wont be giving us a reason to lose any more limbs. I am a good pilot, one of the best." He said as he reached out for a handshake as well.
Even though Misaki was giving a cold shoulder, the group seemed welcoming enough, at least more then most Marine squads would be. Noah himself seemed to ensue a natural energy about him that was that of a highly motivated and endurance driven man, the rest of his team complimented the feeling as well and there did not seem to be much a weak link in his tight group.
Rp Opener from a more recent rp. Contains a bit of explicit language
โSo how are ya feelinโ little brother?โ
Cillian didnโt give himself much time to wonder exactly how he was feeling. As Jeremiah drove he was just staring out the window watching the rain illuminate off the neon lights along the road but there were no real thoughts going on in there.
โJust got here. Donโt know what to think.โ Cillian responded. He spoke with a husky tone laced with a Irish brogue that wasnโt hard to pick up on.
โA lot of lights huh?โ
โYeahโฆmust have gotten real popular since I have been away.โ
โA lot of things have come and gone since you got locked up. How was it? In prison?โ
โI donโt wanna chat about thatโฆnot right now at least.โ
โMy apologies.โ
Cillian flew in here on a plane. Never set foot in one before and he had to admit he was happy to be back on the ground when it was done. He hoped he never had to fly again. When he landed he met V, and Jeremiah. They got him a new suit, and showed him to his new apartment, all paid for and ready to go. It was real nice of them butโฆthat sorta thing always meant you owed somebody.
โYou decide to tell me where we are goinโ now lad?โ
โIโm taking you to a club, they call it The Curve.โ
โShitty name.โ
โWell they got some jazz bands I figured youโd like it. We want you to meet the Don. Heโs been dying to know who this guy is that they keep going on about that they just dragged out of the pen.โ
โHe wants to know if all the money was worth it.โ
โYeah, so show him it was.โ
They soon pulled into this The Curve. Cillian made sure to not slam the door to Jeremiahโs Delahaye 135. It was his little baby, and he would be sure to whine about any little mistreatment to her.
Outside was a man smoking a cigarette. He was aging a little but not quite past the point of being called old and he was dressed in what had to be the finest apparel a man could have these days. He looked up at the two and extended his arms out to them, hugging them both.
โJust on time you two. Howโs Chicago treating you?โ
โCanโt say yet Vโฆhavenโt had to shoot anyone yet so I suppose itโs a bit better then New York.โ
โAy always the comedian.โ V said with a short laugh as he slapped his chest. โYou know you look like you got bigger since we last saw you. They got you lifting boxes or something at the jail?โ
โItโs just what you have to do to keep people away from you in there.โ
โAh those animals. Youโre above that, Iโm glad we got you outta there. Cillian, you got your piece?โ
Cillian patted his breast pocket with a slight metallic thump. His pistol was resting right in place.
โGood kid. Already slipping back into the job. Come inside, Narciso wants to talk.โ
Cillian opened the door for them, allowing V and Jeremiah through. As soon as they walked through the door the music inside gently graced his ears. Not too loud, but there to be heard. Just the way the business men like it when they need to talk over some things. He followed close behind V, who led them to a fine round table with a good view of the show. Two men where sitting there.
Don Narcisso, the boss of this family, and his informant Rolando. Narcisso was gazing out at the stage before they approached. He was huffing on a cigar and his face was half obscured by a dark portion of the seats. He was old but lean and rugged, not the usual fat cat types Cillian had seen hogging on top.
โWelcome my friends sit down, sit down.โ He spoke heavily in his Italian accent, and had a voice that was soothing but yet demanding in its power.
V and Jeremiah sat down on each end of the table and Cillian stood still at Vs end
โThis the body guard?โ Narciso asked to V
โHe is.โ
โWell I appreciate the dedication to your job but didnโt I say fuckinโ sit?โ
Cillian swallowed any anxiety he had down his throat and took his seat next to V, looking around the table to gauge everyoneโs attitudes.
โHave a Cigar Mr.Cillian.โ Narcisso said as he took one from his case and handed it over
โCillian doesnโt really smoke.โ V said
โI didnโt hear him say that.โ
โWell he doesnโt really ta-โ
Before V finished Cillian reached over and took the cigar, and a flip lighter from his pocket to ignite it.
โSeeโฆthe kid knows a good deal when he sees it. I offer you something you better not spit in my face. I heard a lot of things about you Cillian. It was ballsy doing what you did for your brotherโฆand all those men you iced for us.โ
Cillian looked him in the eye as he took a drag of the cigar. The smoke danced out his nose and waved along his face and then, he just shrugged.
Don stared him down for a minute after. The others got a little tense. It seemed for a minute that he upset him. This went on for an uncomfortable few seconds as Cillian stared back at him with an equally intense gaze, but suddenly Don smiled a little and pointed a finger at the Irishmen.
โI like you. I donโt give a shit if youโre Irish or what, I like you. You donโt talk much that's definitely something you knuckleheads could learn.โ
โHe is defiantly a man of few wordsโฆโJeremiah said.โBut as you can see he gets results
โYeah but I still have one problem with you Cillianโฆโ Narciso leaned forward and stared down Cillian with his cold gaze again before continuing.โWe got you out of jailโฆwe got you new clothes. We got you a nice home. And we will give you much more soโฆyou know what I am laying out here?โ
Cillian took breathed in the smoke of his cigar and brought his eyes back to him. His eyebrows furrowed a little bit he didnโt let any displeasure wash over his face. โI owe you.โ
โThatโs the game.โ The Don leaned back in his chair and took another puff of his cigar before tapping Rolandoโs shoulder. โIโm done talking. Blondie, take it over.โ
Blondie brought himself forward, raising his shoulders and preparing himself to talk. โWe spent some good money on you because we have heard many great things, V himself would talk very highly of you and wished for your return, so Don delivered. We will not just let any of this be free of charge however...we do not consider you in debt for money...but you still have to prove yourself to us, let us know we made a sound investment. So for now Don has you in his pocket. Yes, you are still Vโs body guard and you will answer to him, but if we call you and ask something of you we expect it to be done without question. If you ever even give us even a small hint of disagreement we will make sure you go right back to jail, or worse. Understand?โ
Cillian took a look at his cigar, seeing he was already halfway through it before stubbing it out and placing it in his pocket so he could smoke it more later. He wasn't surprised by any of this. When you're in the mafia you always owe someone a damn debt, its how they keep you roped in. They do a lot of favors for you but none of it ends up being free. So he just looked at Blondie, and nodded.
โI need to hear you say yes.โ
V looked at him with an annoyed face and clicked his cigarette ashes at him. โThe fucker nodded that's all you're gonna get out of him.โ
Blondie was about to snap back at him before Don leaned forward again. โShut up you two the real show is about to start.โ
Cillian turned himself over to the stage to see what they commotion was about. The jazz band started to play a fine tune as a red head woman took the microphone. She started singing, and swaying her hips to the groove of the song, and part of Cillian wanted to do so too, but he wouldnt so much as tap his foot as for some reason he found it embarrassing to show that he liked anything in front of these men. He could go on and on about her fine dress, the beauty in her face, and the elegance of her hair, but when a woman sings on a stage of such a nice club these things are to be expected.
He was more so drowned into the music than anything. Her harmonics resonated through him and he was hardly listening to the lyrics, just the eb and flow of the sounds and vibratos and how each note made his nerves tingle. Jeremiah must have noticed him staring a bit too much and he waved his hand in front of him with a chuckle.
โThey dont have girls like that in New York, do they?โ
Cillian snapped back to them and nodded slowly. โI need a drink.โ
โLet me guessโฆโV said.โirish whisky?โ
โFuck you, Cognac.โ
โAh my bad. Blondie, can you go get this man a Cognac?โ
Blondie stared at him with a โhow dare you?!โ look but down waved a hand in front of him, and with no words he was up and heading to the bar.
โOh and get me Tom Colins while you're there sweet heart!โ V called out. โCillian...I thought you didn't smoke?โ
โJail changes a few things.โ Cillian said as he turned back to the stage, letting himself delve into the music once more.
Cillian didnโt give himself much time to wonder exactly how he was feeling. As Jeremiah drove he was just staring out the window watching the rain illuminate off the neon lights along the road but there were no real thoughts going on in there.
โJust got here. Donโt know what to think.โ Cillian responded. He spoke with a husky tone laced with a Irish brogue that wasnโt hard to pick up on.
โA lot of lights huh?โ
โYeahโฆmust have gotten real popular since I have been away.โ
โA lot of things have come and gone since you got locked up. How was it? In prison?โ
โI donโt wanna chat about thatโฆnot right now at least.โ
โMy apologies.โ
Cillian flew in here on a plane. Never set foot in one before and he had to admit he was happy to be back on the ground when it was done. He hoped he never had to fly again. When he landed he met V, and Jeremiah. They got him a new suit, and showed him to his new apartment, all paid for and ready to go. It was real nice of them butโฆthat sorta thing always meant you owed somebody.
โYou decide to tell me where we are goinโ now lad?โ
โIโm taking you to a club, they call it The Curve.โ
โShitty name.โ
โWell they got some jazz bands I figured youโd like it. We want you to meet the Don. Heโs been dying to know who this guy is that they keep going on about that they just dragged out of the pen.โ
โHe wants to know if all the money was worth it.โ
โYeah, so show him it was.โ
They soon pulled into this The Curve. Cillian made sure to not slam the door to Jeremiahโs Delahaye 135. It was his little baby, and he would be sure to whine about any little mistreatment to her.
Outside was a man smoking a cigarette. He was aging a little but not quite past the point of being called old and he was dressed in what had to be the finest apparel a man could have these days. He looked up at the two and extended his arms out to them, hugging them both.
โJust on time you two. Howโs Chicago treating you?โ
โCanโt say yet Vโฆhavenโt had to shoot anyone yet so I suppose itโs a bit better then New York.โ
โAy always the comedian.โ V said with a short laugh as he slapped his chest. โYou know you look like you got bigger since we last saw you. They got you lifting boxes or something at the jail?โ
โItโs just what you have to do to keep people away from you in there.โ
โAh those animals. Youโre above that, Iโm glad we got you outta there. Cillian, you got your piece?โ
Cillian patted his breast pocket with a slight metallic thump. His pistol was resting right in place.
โGood kid. Already slipping back into the job. Come inside, Narciso wants to talk.โ
Cillian opened the door for them, allowing V and Jeremiah through. As soon as they walked through the door the music inside gently graced his ears. Not too loud, but there to be heard. Just the way the business men like it when they need to talk over some things. He followed close behind V, who led them to a fine round table with a good view of the show. Two men where sitting there.
Don Narcisso, the boss of this family, and his informant Rolando. Narcisso was gazing out at the stage before they approached. He was huffing on a cigar and his face was half obscured by a dark portion of the seats. He was old but lean and rugged, not the usual fat cat types Cillian had seen hogging on top.
โWelcome my friends sit down, sit down.โ He spoke heavily in his Italian accent, and had a voice that was soothing but yet demanding in its power.
V and Jeremiah sat down on each end of the table and Cillian stood still at Vs end
โThis the body guard?โ Narciso asked to V
โHe is.โ
โWell I appreciate the dedication to your job but didnโt I say fuckinโ sit?โ
Cillian swallowed any anxiety he had down his throat and took his seat next to V, looking around the table to gauge everyoneโs attitudes.
โHave a Cigar Mr.Cillian.โ Narcisso said as he took one from his case and handed it over
โCillian doesnโt really smoke.โ V said
โI didnโt hear him say that.โ
โWell he doesnโt really ta-โ
Before V finished Cillian reached over and took the cigar, and a flip lighter from his pocket to ignite it.
โSeeโฆthe kid knows a good deal when he sees it. I offer you something you better not spit in my face. I heard a lot of things about you Cillian. It was ballsy doing what you did for your brotherโฆand all those men you iced for us.โ
Cillian looked him in the eye as he took a drag of the cigar. The smoke danced out his nose and waved along his face and then, he just shrugged.
Don stared him down for a minute after. The others got a little tense. It seemed for a minute that he upset him. This went on for an uncomfortable few seconds as Cillian stared back at him with an equally intense gaze, but suddenly Don smiled a little and pointed a finger at the Irishmen.
โI like you. I donโt give a shit if youโre Irish or what, I like you. You donโt talk much that's definitely something you knuckleheads could learn.โ
โHe is defiantly a man of few wordsโฆโJeremiah said.โBut as you can see he gets results
โYeah but I still have one problem with you Cillianโฆโ Narciso leaned forward and stared down Cillian with his cold gaze again before continuing.โWe got you out of jailโฆwe got you new clothes. We got you a nice home. And we will give you much more soโฆyou know what I am laying out here?โ
Cillian took breathed in the smoke of his cigar and brought his eyes back to him. His eyebrows furrowed a little bit he didnโt let any displeasure wash over his face. โI owe you.โ
โThatโs the game.โ The Don leaned back in his chair and took another puff of his cigar before tapping Rolandoโs shoulder. โIโm done talking. Blondie, take it over.โ
Blondie brought himself forward, raising his shoulders and preparing himself to talk. โWe spent some good money on you because we have heard many great things, V himself would talk very highly of you and wished for your return, so Don delivered. We will not just let any of this be free of charge however...we do not consider you in debt for money...but you still have to prove yourself to us, let us know we made a sound investment. So for now Don has you in his pocket. Yes, you are still Vโs body guard and you will answer to him, but if we call you and ask something of you we expect it to be done without question. If you ever even give us even a small hint of disagreement we will make sure you go right back to jail, or worse. Understand?โ
Cillian took a look at his cigar, seeing he was already halfway through it before stubbing it out and placing it in his pocket so he could smoke it more later. He wasn't surprised by any of this. When you're in the mafia you always owe someone a damn debt, its how they keep you roped in. They do a lot of favors for you but none of it ends up being free. So he just looked at Blondie, and nodded.
โI need to hear you say yes.โ
V looked at him with an annoyed face and clicked his cigarette ashes at him. โThe fucker nodded that's all you're gonna get out of him.โ
Blondie was about to snap back at him before Don leaned forward again. โShut up you two the real show is about to start.โ
Cillian turned himself over to the stage to see what they commotion was about. The jazz band started to play a fine tune as a red head woman took the microphone. She started singing, and swaying her hips to the groove of the song, and part of Cillian wanted to do so too, but he wouldnt so much as tap his foot as for some reason he found it embarrassing to show that he liked anything in front of these men. He could go on and on about her fine dress, the beauty in her face, and the elegance of her hair, but when a woman sings on a stage of such a nice club these things are to be expected.
He was more so drowned into the music than anything. Her harmonics resonated through him and he was hardly listening to the lyrics, just the eb and flow of the sounds and vibratos and how each note made his nerves tingle. Jeremiah must have noticed him staring a bit too much and he waved his hand in front of him with a chuckle.
โThey dont have girls like that in New York, do they?โ
Cillian snapped back to them and nodded slowly. โI need a drink.โ
โLet me guessโฆโV said.โirish whisky?โ
โFuck you, Cognac.โ
โAh my bad. Blondie, can you go get this man a Cognac?โ
Blondie stared at him with a โhow dare you?!โ look but down waved a hand in front of him, and with no words he was up and heading to the bar.
โOh and get me Tom Colins while you're there sweet heart!โ V called out. โCillian...I thought you didn't smoke?โ
โJail changes a few things.โ Cillian said as he turned back to the stage, letting himself delve into the music once more.
Typical Rp Response
"Oh trust me Earth isnt that much better. But they like to act like they are doing great, because their police force crushes absolutely any form of freedom there to make sure its all nice and clean. People just cant have it good anymore, you either leave things too loose and you get situations like this city, or you tighten them too much and now you are a borderline dictator. If I had to choose, I would pick this over anything."
Gordon was a rather reckless driver, it his sudden breaking at stop lights, ignorance to speed limits, and quick and jerky turns never really got them in a situation before, but it could be awful annoying sometimes. At least in a car chase he was very resourceful. Their home office and apartment were all strategically placed close by to the police office so they could always make a quick stop by when needed. He parked his car on the side of the road, making sure to avoid a parking meter even if it meant he had to walk a little further.
"Alright Shortstop you go ahead and just listen to the radio while I go in real quick. If I am not back in 15 minutes, call the cops."He said jokingly as he stepped out of the car, leaving it on so she didn't suffocate, God forbid. He stepped to the door of the station, his clean black oxfords making a noticeable clack with each step, and he took a deep breath at the door. He didnt really like the Police Station. The cops inside where not really mean to him, in fact they were about fifty fifty. Some of the cops loved it when he came in because it usually meant he was about to take a case off their hands and they often joked around with him, and some of the more honorable ones didn't approve of his methods and refrained from talking to him often. He just hated it because the atmosphere of the whole place just seemed disingenuous. Nobody really cared for there job or who lived or who died, there were a few for sure, but the whole place was fallen to the wayside mostly.
He pushed open the bullet proof glass door and walked over to the secretary."If the Chief or Gil is in, let them know Gordon is here."He said to the secretary before taking a seat and waiting on one of them to show up.
"Gordon!"A woman cried out. Gordon winced a little at the voice, knowing all to well who it was. He saw a short framed blond woman in police uniform in her mid 40s skip over his way. She had a wide grin on her face as she tied her hair back into a bun quickly before approaching. It was Officer Jade. She was a good officer, one of the few who really cared, but damn did she scratch his chalk board. She has a very obvious infatuation with Gordon and was always talking his ear out every chance she got, and Gordon wanting nothing to do with it. He had a way of being a bit too nice to women to be able to really just tell her off, so he always has this, 'please get me out of here face' when she was around that she never seems to pick up on.
"What are you doing in here?"She asked joyously.
"Turning myself in for murder."
Jade giggled at his response even though he said in a very passive aggressive manner."Silly. I guess you are here to pick up some cases hmm?"She asked as she sat by him
"Mmmhm."
"That is so nice! The city really needs more detectives like you and that cute little girl! Where is she anyways?"
"A much better place."
"A much better pl- wait...is she...?"
"In the car. Yes."
"Oh...oh okay, well, if you want a heads up I saw a bounty for a lost dog, you should look it up!"
"I need something a bit more profitable then a lost puppy, but I will make sure take a look at my local Chinese restaurant next time I stop by."
"Gordon that is..."
"Belligerent and racist I know, I am a terrible person why do you talk to me."
Jade just giggled again at his response and placed a hand on his leg."Because you are just charming I cant help it."
"Okay wow you have a hand on my leg lets just..."Gordon said as he gently grabbed her wrist and slowly placed it back on her own leg."Put that back where it belongs..."
"Oh Gordon did I tell you about my trip to the Red River last month?"
"Oh my gosh!"Gordon said in a forced expression of surprise."You did not, but I really dont need to hear it I can see how fun it was just based off that look in your eyes."
She started rambling off about her trip anyways. Gordon could not wait for someone to walk through that door and get him out of this situation, as every second was feeling like a eternity, he felt a new white hair grow with each syllable she pronounced. Calvary needed to come quick
Gordon was a rather reckless driver, it his sudden breaking at stop lights, ignorance to speed limits, and quick and jerky turns never really got them in a situation before, but it could be awful annoying sometimes. At least in a car chase he was very resourceful. Their home office and apartment were all strategically placed close by to the police office so they could always make a quick stop by when needed. He parked his car on the side of the road, making sure to avoid a parking meter even if it meant he had to walk a little further.
"Alright Shortstop you go ahead and just listen to the radio while I go in real quick. If I am not back in 15 minutes, call the cops."He said jokingly as he stepped out of the car, leaving it on so she didn't suffocate, God forbid. He stepped to the door of the station, his clean black oxfords making a noticeable clack with each step, and he took a deep breath at the door. He didnt really like the Police Station. The cops inside where not really mean to him, in fact they were about fifty fifty. Some of the cops loved it when he came in because it usually meant he was about to take a case off their hands and they often joked around with him, and some of the more honorable ones didn't approve of his methods and refrained from talking to him often. He just hated it because the atmosphere of the whole place just seemed disingenuous. Nobody really cared for there job or who lived or who died, there were a few for sure, but the whole place was fallen to the wayside mostly.
He pushed open the bullet proof glass door and walked over to the secretary."If the Chief or Gil is in, let them know Gordon is here."He said to the secretary before taking a seat and waiting on one of them to show up.
"Gordon!"A woman cried out. Gordon winced a little at the voice, knowing all to well who it was. He saw a short framed blond woman in police uniform in her mid 40s skip over his way. She had a wide grin on her face as she tied her hair back into a bun quickly before approaching. It was Officer Jade. She was a good officer, one of the few who really cared, but damn did she scratch his chalk board. She has a very obvious infatuation with Gordon and was always talking his ear out every chance she got, and Gordon wanting nothing to do with it. He had a way of being a bit too nice to women to be able to really just tell her off, so he always has this, 'please get me out of here face' when she was around that she never seems to pick up on.
"What are you doing in here?"She asked joyously.
"Turning myself in for murder."
Jade giggled at his response even though he said in a very passive aggressive manner."Silly. I guess you are here to pick up some cases hmm?"She asked as she sat by him
"Mmmhm."
"That is so nice! The city really needs more detectives like you and that cute little girl! Where is she anyways?"
"A much better place."
"A much better pl- wait...is she...?"
"In the car. Yes."
"Oh...oh okay, well, if you want a heads up I saw a bounty for a lost dog, you should look it up!"
"I need something a bit more profitable then a lost puppy, but I will make sure take a look at my local Chinese restaurant next time I stop by."
"Gordon that is..."
"Belligerent and racist I know, I am a terrible person why do you talk to me."
Jade just giggled again at his response and placed a hand on his leg."Because you are just charming I cant help it."
"Okay wow you have a hand on my leg lets just..."Gordon said as he gently grabbed her wrist and slowly placed it back on her own leg."Put that back where it belongs..."
"Oh Gordon did I tell you about my trip to the Red River last month?"
"Oh my gosh!"Gordon said in a forced expression of surprise."You did not, but I really dont need to hear it I can see how fun it was just based off that look in your eyes."
She started rambling off about her trip anyways. Gordon could not wait for someone to walk through that door and get him out of this situation, as every second was feeling like a eternity, he felt a new white hair grow with each syllable she pronounced. Calvary needed to come quick
Rave Reviews
SparksFly is a wonderful person and RPer. He is SO kind and very creative, his responses in RP are top notch. I honestly donโt know why he doesnโt have kudos! I look up to him a lot already and he is already teaching me a lot with writing.
Kind and understanding
Wonderful writer
- ImCitrus
Man, I really want to put more than two qualities, but you know- gotta have some limits (yes, I would put all of them). I am doing two RPs with Sparks, and HE IS SO GOOD?!?! Like, how??? Anyway, he's really nice too and supportive. His posts are also long too, and gives a lot of opportunities for creativity. So, yeah, I would write so much more, but we got those dumb limits, so just trust me, Sparks is an incredible RP partner!
Great sense of humor
Wonderful writer
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