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pencilcase2012-07-13 01:28 am
emiri) wrote in pencilcase2012-07-13 01:28 am
open rp post
fast and loose role-play
free and easy love, that's how it's s'posed to be!
want to thread with one of mine but aren't in the same game? want me to do something with one of yours in bakerstreet? can't find a good recent bakerstreet meme but want to thread anyway? want to explore au scenarios together? annoyed that i dropped that character you really wanted a thread with?
well drop me a comment here with whatever scenario (or link to a meme) you want, specify the character you want, and we can thread the merry day away!
any active or retired character from the muse list with two stars or more is fair game!
homeless characters are slightly different in that most of them don't have journals or icons set up, so you may have to give me a day or so to do that. and in some cases, a couple more days to canon review if i haven't in a while.
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Well you shot down the one I had been working on. So as I said, I will need some time to come up with another.
This place doesn't seem intent on letting me go any time soon, though. I would wager we have more than enough time to put together something thoroughly cohesive.
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[ She quickly, sharply, brushes hair out of her eyes so that she can look at him archly and haughtily. (Her hair is getting too long. She's been too busy with planning and staying hidden to get it cut. It seems stupid now that she wasted that much energy; if there's anything this conversation has made clear, it's that Mandrake doesn't have either the interest or the ability to hurt her in this place.) ]
My plan might have problems, but it's better than nothing. And that's the only possibility that's really bad. Doing nothing.
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No. I will not-- I will not do nothing. If there's one thing I will not do, I will not go back to that. I may not be personally invested in your cause as you are, but you're wrong if you think I haven't had it up to here with-- with fusty, greedy old men who can't see past their own nose, in more ways than one. To hell with inertia, to hell with the status quo! Our country is falling apart and they refuse to see it. Someone needs to do something.
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And she likes passion. She likes people who are passionate. They're worthwhile. It's the apathetic and the jaded you can't do anything with.
And so, for the first time, she's caught off-guard enough and pleased enough that the gaze she turns on him is approving. She smiles, and it's not her usual dangerous spoiling-for-a-fight smile, but instead something with more than a bit of warmth to it. ]
Good.
[ And then, with a little bit of irony - still not without approval - she damns him with faint praise: ]
You're perhaps not as bad as you seem, Mr Mandrake.
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... John. ... You can call me John. If... you would like.
I... am aware that our acquaintance got off to a rather bad start. All those years ago. However, if you are amenable to it... I would appreciate if we could be on better terms. From here on.
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When she'd saved his life from the Golem, for a while afterwards, she'd actually sort of let herself think that maybe what she'd done for him would inspire him in some way. That's the way it always worked out in the penny dreadful novels - that the hero saves the life of his worst enemy, and that helps him see the light and change his ways. It's, what? Three years later, now? And she'd long ago abandoned those ideas as something stupid, something from rotten and contrived books. But here he is. A person, with some kernel of decency in him. A little flushed, awkward, with a bruised nose, offering help to her cause.
She plays it cool, of course. Gives a shrug. ]
If you're on my side, we're going to be on better terms. Anyone who's working to help the people is a friend of mine - or near enough.
[ For just a moment, though, her face does become stern. She levels a finger at him. ]
Though make no mistake. If you double-cross me, or if you're shaping up to be like the rest of them, I won't hold back. I told you I'm not afraid of bloodshed, and that extends to your blood if I find out I was wrong about trusting you.
[ Did that sound tough, or did it sound insane and barbaric? Sometimes it's a little bit hard for her to tell. ]
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There's no need to be so melodramatic. You're starting to sound like Bartimaeus.
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Well, you should remember that pentacles and words of binding can't stop me. My melodrama is something you've got to take seriously.
[ She does realize, maybe a moment too late, that perhaps explicitly identifying magicians' methods of control revealed a bit too much of her knowledge. Doesn't matter, though, and he might not notice. ]
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[His tone is amused more than anything else.]
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Your well-kept secrets haven't been so well-kept lately. We commoners are learning a lot more about what your lot does.
[ It's always a nice thing if you can get a magician sweating. (And mentally she dedicates the effort as a tribute to Bartimaeus, even though she's still completely furious at him for his refusal to help.) ]
A little bit of a preview of just how hard the magicians will fall. And sooner rather than later.
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Well then, I hope that you're all prepared for years of book learning and hard work, else you'll soon be facing a rather sharp population decline at your own hands.
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Hardly. We don't need magicians. [ And before he can protest - ] And don't give me that Real War Stories rot about magicians defending our borders; it's human blood, not Essence, that really gets spilled to keep us safe.