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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 5:26 pm
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Eamon might have recognized the clean-up for what it really was: A power-play. He might've realized that, purposefully or not, she was displaying dominance, a greater degree of control in social situations, and in a not-so-subtle way observing that he had very little control of his own. Were he more aware of his circumstances, he might have allowed her to do it simply to let her feel more in charge, since that would mean more congenial relationships. A smarter mind would've known that it was easier to manipulate from below than from above.
Eamon, however, was drunk, and simply allowed it because his reaction times did not allow him to do anything else.
"Well, I suppose I should be there ta meet 'em, aye?" Eamon grunted, adjusting his jacket. "I assume ye'll be wantin' to do the same?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 6:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 1:05 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 7:52 pm
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Eamon shrugged, collected himself, and trundled across the lobby, stopping a meter or so from Niko and folding his arms, managing to prevent his eyes from having different levels of squint.
"Yer Nikolai Bedier, eh?" Eamon asked, rhetorically mostly. "Eamon O'Byrne. I'm evidently tha Team Seven leader." Eamon extended his hand, double checking he wasn't twitching or swaying. Lord only knew his vision was a touch unfocused, giving him the vague impression of dog ears on Bedier's head, which was pretty self-evidently just a stupid illusion. "Getting to know my team. I haven't read yer file yet, so I'll let ye speak for yerself first."
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 8:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 10:39 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 11:38 pm
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Eamon nodded, dropping his hand. Perhaps the ears were not an illusion. Eh, he'd find out when he could at least see straight. "Arright. What's yer Illumination like?" It made no sense to determine someone's role and then allow them to just perform that role exclusively, Eamon had learned; people always chased for the jobs they wanted, not the jobs they were good at (though those weren't mutually exclusive), and often reassigning people, while making them unhappy in the short term, resulted in significantly better performance. Also, in this line of work, the long term never came around, so unhappiness in the short term was acceptable on several levels.
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 11:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 3:30 pm
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"Mm," Strings grunted softly, without any particular articulation. He simply picked up his instrument's case and leaned it against his shoulder to make room, his hands unconsciously adopting the same positions they would have had had he been actually playing. His left hand, even, began fingering chords in a fumbling, unfocused sort of way while he looked up to regard the two newcomers.
A pink fairy and a teenager. Well. There had been duos that screamed "Goth punk" more loudly, but Strings did not know many of them, and had never been a fan of Kiss. He chose to give them each a gentle nod, and his gravelly voice, rusted from disuse, rumbled, "Strings." His eyes blinked slowly as he took in as many details as he cared to notice, which was not too many. It was easier to read the obituaries if he recognized fewer of the pictures there.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 4:15 pm
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Jake was miffed with the constant shuffling, and would have voiced his opinion very brazenly- would have, except that he found himself clambering into an armored car and sitting across from what his old pal Ken would have called, "Heavy Metal:" someone who had witnessed and survived the darker side of things. The fellow was scarred, aged, dressed like an English cowboy, and toting a... Well it had to be a cello by the size of it.
Young Mr. Uso was surprisingly speechless. Instead of glaring at suits, he was scrutinizing Strings. The man immediately garnered a lot of respect from the street fighter. The musician was weathered by time and conflict, but had manners enough to introduce himself without the slightest prodding. Jake also had a high opinion of classical musicians, and Strings clearly meant business with that cello: he was, after all, Illuminated and lugging it around in the back of an armored car. The instrument was henceforth an object of curiosity, but Jake could glean little while it was still encased; he ignored it for the time being.
After those few moments of silent study, Jake finally answered in kind. "Uso."
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 10:10 pm
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The strange tapping on the faded, cheap leather of the case continued idly and sporadically. "Mm," Strings articulated again, with another polite nod. He wondered if food would be provided at their next location. These were lazy thoughts, and generally empty ones. They eventually led him back to Uso.
The boy was the age Strings sometimes imagined his son would be. Maybe his son was alive... eh, unlikely, but it didn't hurt to hope. Not for Strings, anyway. Hopefully his son hadn't turned out this way, too. He didn't know much about the little tit-sucker he had left behind to start his new life, so he could've become anything by now, but Strings wanted him to be someone... clean.
He gave out a great sigh, wondering if the fairy was going to introduce himself. He thought the word without even stumbling over it. It was a label, not an insult, to his mind. It could easily become an insult, he knew, as well as his grandparents had turned "little colored boy" from a sweet identifier to a damning condemnation, but for the moment, it was just the truth.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 10:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 10:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 2:06 pm
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Eamon nodded through the list. Witchcraft, mmhm. Augmentation, the normal package, handled it better than Eamon himself, mmhm. Witchcraft, transformation, lupine, right. Right, uh... right. That was a new one and Eamon raised an eyebrow for a moment, but he'd seen weird magic before, and this one was particularly useful. So he would be pretty good at the scouting job. And he wasn't seeing things entirely, so he wasn't as drunk as he thought he was.
"Alright then. Good t'meet ya. I'll be servin' mostly as a commander, but I'll be in the field with ye. Dunno if ye know anythin' about me, though I'm guessing not? Hardly a big name around here," he added thoughtfully. Probably for the best.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 7:54 pm
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