Azalea
18 January 2016 @ 01:32 am
[Azalea sighs as she reads the paper about the recent overnight monster attack. Then she becomes enraged when she reads the note from the Hands of Decay. To her, it almost seems like a hidden confession that they were the ones who perpetrated it. The timing was just too perfect.]

So these "Hands of Decay" are trying to convince everyone that the monster attack is the work of a mage. Do they have any proof? How do we know this attack wasn't committed by the Hands of Decay themselves? I'm more likely to believe this whole charade was orchestrated by them than any other story.

And even if the attack was committed by a lone mage? You can't condemn a whole group just for one person's actions! Isn't it also strange that they're only targeting mages within Fayren? I don't understand what they're trying to accomplish here.

If these attacks are going to continue at night, then perhaps I should begin patrolling at night. I can stay out of sight by staying off the ground.
 
 
Current Mood: aggravated
 
 
Theodore (Ted) Satchel
18 January 2016 @ 03:06 am
 Ted somberly trudged out of Vyers' latest session. He'd still kept up with his martial arts training, though more so out of obligation than any real enthusiasm. He wasn't in charge of protecting people any more; why did he need it? For recreation? Vyers wasn't as dumb as he let on, hinting at it before throwing in the towel and calling their practice early. Guardian business, no doubt, something Ted wouldn't understand. Was this one of those Mr. Miyagi tropes, where they hide the lesson in some deep riddle for the student to unravel through menial tasks?

Ted wasn't good at puzzles, metaphorically balling it up and going home. But where was home? An uncomfortable place. He'd taken up a nomadic existence. He'd made enough money to retire for some time; indeed, 'retire' was the most adequate verb to describe his actions lately, or lack thereof. So he ended his day like most, by going into his bag. He'd been retreating in there earlier and earlier. Everglade had gotten him used to a remote curfew, but now it was receding. This latest disappointment made him desire its familiar darkness all the more. He almost hated how comfortable and easy that was. It made him think back to how, just a short while ago, his days were filled with danger and adventure. Good times...
 
 
Troy Dantes
18 January 2016 @ 09:22 pm
Intro
[After dealing with the Red Claw and now without a job, Troy decided to take a week off, get a break and focused on training hard to keep his skills sharp. The mission made him realize how outgunned and alone he is in this world without the Consortium on his side. While he doesn't think the friends and allies he made here wouldn't have his back when shit hits the fan, it was just easier for him to long for the familiar. But it wasn't something that Troy really dwells on too long. He's alive, he's well, and tired as hell from all that training so that's something that calls for a celebration. Riding his motorcycle and wearing his power armor, Troy drops by a bar somewhere in Genessia.]

Video/Action; Public
[After having a few beers and being bored since he can't get drunk anyway, Troy decided to try out the network and really put himself out there. He's been in this world for months now, and he feels he hasn't met a lot of people yet. Well this is a good chance to meet some! Firing up his new communicator, he starts to make a public video broadcast. His face shows up on screen with a brow slightly raised, wearing some fancy-ass leather jacket over shirt. His Genessia necklace hangs on his neck]

Alright. Hey guys, Troy Dantes here. So I was just thinking how I don't really know a lot of people in this world despite having been here for months now, and I thought why not for once use this network for something useful. Brief intro: I used the the Deputy Guardian for Nova City before the new boss rolled in recently, and my job before all of this wasn't too far from that. I was an agent for a independent paramilitary group, some would call me a soldier, but let's keep it as "agent".

[He shrugs, smiling a little]

Anyhow, if you're one of us who's been here for a lot longer than I am or new arrival listenin' in, I'd like to invite you for some drinks. It's my treat. Oh, and you younger folks only get soda or something. But, if you can't go outside or think bars are a wretched hive of scum and villainy, that's cool. Since I'm bored you can just ask me anything! Any sort of question. Whether Genessia related or something silly, just don't try too hard with edgy questions. Don't be that guy.

Action; Private to Aqua
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