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#Post#: 792--------------------------------------------------
Truth, or How One See's It.
By: Mother_Hydra Date: January 23, 2025, 8:28 pm
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[center]Lena Carsei
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[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
[center][I]Charisma 4 Bold | Permanent Paradox Flaw [/center]
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St. Stephen's closed late on thursdays, AA meetings, group
therapy sessions and a few other smaller programs all seemed to
choose thursday as their day of gathering. Lena wasn't
necessarily directly attached to every program that was in
motion in the center, but she was involved enough that it was
only now, with the sun long set and the cold of late january
whipping through the streets that the woman makes her way out
into the world.
Lena braced herself against the cold by pulling the hood of her
olive drab parka up and cinching it down with the draws, keeping
it from simply flopping back due to the windy cities namesake
weather pattern. She pulled a scarf up over her mouth, and
inwardly she wondered why of all places, she had chosen one of
the most northern cities on the continent as her home.
She made her way out into the darkness, angling around the
corner to where her rather old, if faithful car awaited her.
She's travelling light tonight, having left her work stuff in
her office, she knew she was coming back early tomorrow anyways,
so there was little point to her bringing it home. Rounding the
corner, the wind tugging at the parka's hems Lena pulled the
keys from her pocket and hit the button to unlock the old Subaru
Crosstrek that she'd picked up for a song, the tail lights of
the vehicle flashing in welcome as she pushed the last few feet
to reach the drivers side door.
"Give it a year they said.." She mused to herself. "In a year
I'll be dead from hypothermia."
#Post#: 793--------------------------------------------------
Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: calliamity Date: January 23, 2025, 9:02 pm
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[center]Agent Roberts[/center]
[center]I am a world's forgotten boy, the one who searches and
destroys.[/center]
[center]Cloaking 3[/center]
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[BR]
Nearby, the flick of a lighter precedes a tall, lanky shape
exiting the shadow left by a conveniently-disabled light. Well,
it had been flickering anyways, it had just received a little
help courtesy of a pellet gun. "If you're cold, why not start a
fire?" the dark-haired woman asks, the ensuing drag on her
cigarette illuminating her face with a dim orange glow. Her
voice is rough, but not so much from smoking - she's got an
irritating vocal fry that has probably been there since high
school (which at a glance is at least fifteen years in the
rearview).[BR]
She plucks the filter from her lips and opens her mouth to
continue, but before a single fried syllable can pass her lips
she's cut off by another new arrival. A troublemaker at the
shelter, someone who'd been kicked out for stealing whatever he
can get his hands on. Drugs, money, clothes.[BR]
"Gimme your wallets!" he hollers, brandishing a cheap knife
crusted in either rust or dried blood. "You gotta be shitting
me!" the black suit curses under her breath. If she's packing,
she doesn't reach for it, though to someone trained to watch for
it she does subtly shift her weight. "Left my wallet in my other
fed costume," she says, a little louder, to draw their
assailant's focus.
#Post#: 794--------------------------------------------------
Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: Mother_Hydra Date: January 23, 2025, 9:16 pm
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[center]Lena Carsei
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[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
[center][I]Charisma 4 Bold | Permanent Paradox Flaw [/center]
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There were rules around the community house, you don't steal,
you don't get into fights, you don't make trouble for the
locals. Of course that didn't stop some and when the man
brandishes his knife instead of looking scared or upset, Lena
simply looks tired. She'd look at the knife briefly before
looking up at the man and meeting his gaze.
[6d10 t6] Roll: [9, 8, 7, 2, 1, 1] Result: 3 Reason: Charisma
(bold) + Leadership
"Phillip, you and I both know the last thing you want to do
right now is reach you're third strike. Do you really want to
lose access to you're room? To you're services?" She asks, one
brow rising as she reached up and pulled down the scarf to
ensure he could see her face. There is no annoyance in her tone,
no superiority either, she simply speaks and the other woman
might well sense a deep empathy.
"I don't want that Phillip, and I doubt Bernice want's that
either, I know you two have been getting close and if you get
kicked out she's not going to take it well." She held up her
hands and took a step forward.
"Put the knife away, go back inside and get warm, tonight is not
the night to be outside." She offered him a little smile then,
it was a bit goofy, but pleasant enough. "I'll forget this ever
happened...alright?"
#Post#: 795--------------------------------------------------
Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: calliamity Date: January 23, 2025, 9:28 pm
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[center]Agent Roberts[/center]
[center]I am a world's forgotten boy, the one who searches and
destroys.[/center]
[center]Cloaking 3[/center]
[float=right max=45%]
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[BR]
Phillip wavers at Lena's powerful words, a shiver perceptible
just at the point of the rusty cutlery. And then, just like
that, it hits the ground, with the fellow, probably good at
heart despite his outward struggles, backpedaling with a string
of mumbled apologies. The other woman uses the opportunity to
step closer, sidling up like they're buddies watching some freak
occurance happen across the street. Paper crackles as it burns,
several milimeters of her cigarette turning into ash. She will
likely be more difficult to get rid of than an unhoused person
Lena has a preexisting, mostly-positive relationship
with.[BR][BR]"You're a lot nicer than I thought you'd be," she
notes. Conversational, casual. Maybe a touch appreciative, even.
"I know it's a big ask, but, uh, can you give me a ride?"
Perhaps it's coincidence that they turn just so, just right,
such that Lena can see a glimpse - and a glimpse is all it takes
- of an X5 Model Protector tucked into a holster at 4 o'clock
position on her belt through her unbuttoned blazer. But just
like that it's gone as they turn to her and put up their hands.
"I'm not after your wallet, honest."
#Post#: 796--------------------------------------------------
Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: Mother_Hydra Date: January 23, 2025, 9:40 pm
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[center]Lena Carsei
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[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
[center][I]Charisma 4 Bold | Permanent Paradox Flaw [/center]
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max=45%][img]
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[6d10 t6] Roll: [8, 6, 5, 5, 3, 1] Result: 2 Reason: Manip +
Subtr : Didn't see a thing did i?
Phillip makes the right choice, and Lena simply watches him as
he goes, the cold forgotten for the briefest of moments, at
least until another gust rips through the street and drives the
hem of her parka up once more, the light black slacks she has
underneath not likely cutting it against the chicago chill.
"Knowing that man he was trying to get money to buy Bernice
something nice, he simply put the cart before the horse you
might say."
It is then, and only then that Lena turns her attention fully on
the unknown woman, watery blue eyes surveying her intently.
"Nice is rather a pre-requisite for the job, or at the very
least a hint of empathy for the plights of others." Her eyes
shift from the woman's shoes all the way up her body and Lena
seems to tilt her head, her lips pursing.
"While I may not be adverse to the idea, you don't precisely
look like the sort who would lack for transportation." She said
as her brows rose slightly and her eyes widened in inquiry. "Did
someone leave you stranded?"
It wouldn't be too unlikely that a ride might have fallen
through....for most people, Lena doubted it when that person
happened to be carrying the hallmark weapon of the Technocracy,
but...best to play along for the moment.
Lena unlocked the doors to her car then, and gestured to the
other door. "Eitherway, in you get."
#Post#: 797--------------------------------------------------
Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: calliamity Date: January 23, 2025, 9:58 pm
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[center]Agent Roberts[/center]
[center]I am a world's forgotten boy, the one who searches and
destroys.[/center]
[center]Cloaking 3[/center]
[float=right max=45%]
HTML https://i.imgur.com/464cCiV.png[/float]
[hr]
[BR]
Her suit's not tailored, but it fits pretty well for
off-the-rack. Shoes are polished but not to a shine - all the
better for a stealth job. "Godspeed, you glorious bastard," she
chuckles, gesturing toward where Phil had run off with her
cigarette. She draws a case from her blaser and slips the
remainder of the coffin nail inside, cutting off the smoke and
the scent of it when the lit clicks shut. "Love ain't a smart
beast. Maybe I shoulda given him my wallet."[BR][BR]Circling
around to the passenger side, she leans her elbows against the
roof of the Subaru rather than climbing right in. With a snap of
her fingers she points a finger gun right at Lena. "See, that's
where you're wrong. Unfortunately a lot of your contemporaries
are just in it for the clout, the tiny amount of power it gives
them over the lives of others. You give yourself too little
credit..." She trails off as she finally climb in, smooth,
barely rocking the suspension despite their weight.[BR][BR]"Not
to say that you're exactly Mother Theresa, are you 'Lena'?" they
continue, once the blonde is seated as well.
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Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: Mother_Hydra Date: January 23, 2025, 10:14 pm
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[center]Lena Carsei
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[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
[center][I]Charisma 4 Bold | Permanent Paradox Flaw [/center]
[float=right
max=45%][img]
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Either this individual was low enough on the totem pole that
they weren't afforded the best of clothing (unlikely given X5)
or they were simply trying to blend in, not arose the interest
of other more local, and thus territorial authorities. Lena for
her part is neither particularly territorial, nor a local and
she looks over at the woman as she slides into her drivers seat
with a bemused look upon her features.
It looks, for a moment, as if Lena might comment on her
'contemporaries' but in the end she shifts topic, focusing
instead on the other part of the unknown woman's speech.
"Is anyone even remotely like the paragon you describe?" She
inquires. "Even Mother Teresa had her skeletons." She shook her
head, still simply looking tired as she went to turn on
hatchback, its engine sounding about as tired as Lena seemed to
look. As it slowly grumbled to life Lena reached up and undid
the draw string of her hood, before reaching up and smoothing
back the protective layer to reveal dirty blonde hair, that was
shaved down to one side. From where the operative sat she could
see a tattoo, probably no more than a couple of years old of a
sword being encircled by vines and slowly crushed by them, just
beneath the close shave on the side of Lena's head.
"Is there something in particular you are attempting to get
at...." She looked the woman up and down one more time before
adding the word. "Agent." She twisted in her seat slightly. "I
presume you are with one or more government agencies, what with
your attire, your penchant for cigarettes and your obvious
expectation that everything is likely going to go your way.
Though I'm not entirely certain what someone like you could want
from someone like me."
#Post#: 799--------------------------------------------------
Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: calliamity Date: January 23, 2025, 10:32 pm
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[center]Agent Roberts[/center]
[center]I am a world's forgotten boy, the one who searches and
destroys.[/center]
[center]Cloaking 3 | Confidence | Daredevil[/center]
[float=right max=45%]
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[BR]
The agent buckles up and tilts the seat back, relaxed. She grins
at the observation. "That she did, that. She. Did. But hey, with
standards so low, maybe you'll be canonized after all." Their
smile turns into a grimace as they process the connotations of
their own words. "I mean, a long, looong time from now." She
tilts her head slightly to watch Lena out of the corner of her
dark brown eyes. "Nice ink," they murmur.[BR][BR]Silence lingers
after Lena calls her out. Just when it seems like she's not
going to answer at all, she snickers and it goes on maybe a few
beats too long. By the end of it she's doubled over as far as
the seatbelt allows, clutching at her ribs. "You know which
exactly agency I'm with. But you are wrong about one thing." She
turns her gaze toward the road. Mid-thirties, probably, but her
eyes have too much life in them for the kind of position she's
in. "I have no idea if things are gonna go my way."[BR][BR]They
sniff, and reach out to tap the windshield in a childish attempt
to indicate a diner they'll pass momentarily. "Let's grab some
coffee. I've got a proposal for you, and you should really be
like ten percent more awake for it or I'll feel bad."
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Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: Mother_Hydra Date: January 24, 2025, 7:54 am
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[center]Lena Carsei
HTML https://docs.google.com/document/d/19FhIldip6oG-KbhWMoUYUm5MrNLlintHuCuOrMJRWOc/edit?usp=sharing[/center]
[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
[center][I]Charisma 4 Bold | Permanent Paradox Flaw [/center]
[float=right
max=45%][img]
HTML https://i.ibb.co/sFP0gzj/rs-600x600-140728041846-600-Natalie-Dormer-Hunger-Games-JR-72814.jpg][/img][/float]
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This woman, who had yet to introduce herself, or give anything
but instructions indicates a diner that lay on the side of the
road, some poor 24 hour affair where the wait staff will be
begging for the end of their shift when in reality it had only
just begun. With a slow inhalation the chorister angled into the
diner's drive, and rolled up into a parking space without to
much effort.
"Before I go any further on this little joyride or here whatever
offer you might make, I expect to at least be given your name."
She said as she looked over at the other woman, her eyes
narrowing slightly. "You clearly know a great deal about me, and
I nothing of you."
She shifts now, her body tilting towards the unknown woman as
she crosses her arms. "As for your agency, no I have no idea,
I'm a mental health provider, not a spy." Playing it safe, which
meant playing dumb, was really the only way forward for the
moment.
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Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: calliamity Date: January 24, 2025, 2:51 pm
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[center]Agent Roberts[/center]
[center]I am a world's forgotten boy, the one who searches and
destroys.[/center]
[center]Cloaking 3 | Confidence | Daredevil[/center]
[float=right max=45%]
HTML https://i.imgur.com/464cCiV.png[/float]
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[BR]
The agent matches her look, leaning in a little, squinting,
though they're grinning a little. "A shrink, huh? I really
coulda used you about fifteen years ago," she says, snickering
softly. Ultimately, she relents, sitting back in her seat as a
physical sign that she is bending to Lena's demands. "Well, I
don't rate highly enough for a codename, just a designation:
Thirteen-Twelve-MAWKISH. But, hell, that's too formal isn't
it."[BR][BR]They hook their fingers into the door handle and
give it a tug, shouldering the door open and stepping one formal
shoe out onto the asphalt. "Seein' as we're on a first name
basis and all, call me Regina." They click the release for the
seatbelt and swing the rest of their body out, rising to their
approximate six foot height. And they pat themself down for
their cigarettes.[BR][BR]"Let's get this out of the way: You
could kill me any second, I could do the same to you, but this
isn't a Mexican standoff. Alright? Didn't track you down just to
menace you with spooky spy B.S."
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