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Larkian
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Posted: 2/22/2024 at 1:25 AM
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The current time in Elaenia is 12:02. The current weather is cloudy, with a ninety-six percent chance of rain to fall later this evening.
We bring you an exciting update on this fine Saturday: after a series of professional operations and a vigorous inspection process, the Kiwing Center of Aviation has finally been declared non-cursed and once again open for public enjoyment.
In other news, we are aware of the reports of an uptick in unexplained exsanguinations. As always, the state advises citizens to remain calm and take proper precautions to avoid similar unfortunate events. Please ensure that your doors are locked, your wards are secure, and your wits are about you.
...
That concludes today's report.
~
yuh
Edited By Larkian on 2/22/2024 at 2:47 AM.
Larkian
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Posted: 2/22/2024 at 1:25 AM
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I basically stole half this form from the cruise ship rp
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About + Background
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Means of Protection Reminder that the state strongly advises use of precautionary measures over force to handle supernatural threats.
Other
Edited By Larkian on 2/22/2024 at 1:59 AM.
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Posted: 2/22/2024 at 1:26 AM
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Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Posted: 2/22/2024 at 1:27 AM
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wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Larkian
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Posted: 2/22/2024 at 1:29 AM
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the names are now stupid in french!
Rien Lai-Reijou | 27 | he/him
Can be called just Rien or Rien Lai
About + Background
A very unremarkable former archivist hailing from "some cold island up in the north", as evidenced by the faint lilt of an accent to his words. He's been working for the past five years as a secretary for Aperture Insight, a private detective agency in Elaenia--but make no mistake, he's no detective, just the agency's uninteresting paper pusher and unofficial pen supplier, that's all.
Most definitely not a magical flying narwhal *sweats nervously* why ever would you suspect such a thing
Personality
A well-mannered individual with a nonetheless distant and reserved countenance. Despite being professional at handling interactions with other people, he's not particularly fond of it. The only way to know him better is familiarity over a long period of time, as he rarely thinks to speak about himself unless directly asked or if necessary, nor bother asking questions about subjects that he doesn't need the answers to. Or perhaps the reason for his faraway demeanor is because his present is so often spent in the past.
Somewhat similarly, he has a tendency to be steadfastly unaffected by (or maybe just oblivious to) others' opinions, doing/deciding only what he wishes or deems the logical course of action regardless of the general consensus on a subject. From his perspective, everything he does or doesn't do is of his own volition/agreement, rather than any obligation, and others shouldn't concern themselves with what he's doing if it doesn't affect them. i.e. peer pressure is useless but it would be funny
How does he get everything done so quickly? Why does he need two watches? Is there a correlation between the nights he works late and the mornings food mysteriously appears in the fridge? These are all questions that...well, to be frank, they would be easily answered by Rien if anyone were so direct as to just ask. But questions are other times often either costly or dangerous, so he doesn't fault anyone for not asking, but also never mentions the answers himself. As a result, he's accidentally ended up with an air of some mystery.
He is also known to be very focused when contemplating something and overanalyzes issues while drawing increasingly complex diagrams until they make sense to him but nobody else.
Literally him every time he has to make a decision
(please do not ask him to pick a fast food restaurant as you will probably starve to death while he derives an equation for efficiency vs food quality)
Likes + Fancy watches
+ Tea
+ Stationery
+ Late nights
+ Early mornings
+ Cooking
+ Cold/rainy weather
+ The ocean
+ Whales
Dislikes - Disorganization
- Allergies (to dust and cats)
- Being late
- Illogical things
- Sweet food
Abilities "Segal's Aftersight" Passive
When present in a loosely defined location with a "memorable past", the user may be aware of glimpses of significant events that occurred in the location, along with a general sense of the past ambience. This does not affect the user's interaction with the present world.
Active Medium - Timekeeping devices
The user enters an echo of the past up to twenty-four hours prior to and counting linearly up to the time of activation, in the exact location that the user is standing in. The user acts solely as a witness and is unable to interact with any objects or people within the echo, however sensations may feel real unless intentionally dissociated.
While witnessing the past, no time will pass in the present. The echo will be automatically exited upon reaching the present time, but can be "force-rewound" if necessary. However, this particular user will get a terrible headache if the latter method is used.
As far as this particular user's abilities extend, other living beings cannot be brought into the echo, but small objects can. However, as with the user, their status will be frozen in the state they were in when the ability was used, and cannot be altered while in the past.
When used with a medium, all effort needed to use the ability is expended during its "priming" phase and as a result requires little focus during its duration.
This ability can be used as many times as desired within the same place, but excessive activation within a short period of time will lead to severe lightheadedness and memory loss.
Means of Protection
A short sword similar in shape to a dao that hangs from his belt. Whether he knows how to use it as anything other than an elegant kitchen knife is questionable, but maybe you should hope the answer is no if you're eating what he's made.
Anyways, a very thick book from the archives (or, these days, a case file) thrown at the offender's face will usually suffice.
Please do not use the pens or the typewriter as weapons unless in extreme situations, as they are very expensive.
Other
He is here bc the besties need braincells (he has two and they are both occupied with his fountain pen addiction)
~
Noelle Jiang-Swift | 26 | she/her
Does not have the same naming convention as Rien lmao
About
A hired guard and dead shot affiliated with the Aperture Insight detective agency, though often on standby. She is reticent about her background, although it appears that she comes from a family of wealth.
Personality
An eccentric woman with an appreciation for the arts, and for older times. She has an unwavering morbid curiosity.
Means of Protection
Noelle owns perhaps more weapons than the average person could make use of in a lifetime, but the "reliable two" she most frequently uses when not testing out a new one are as follows:
"Charybdis" - A very lovely double-barreled break-action shotgun she had commissioned with intricate designs etched along the barrel and a scope that is rarely needed.
"Charon" - A flintlock pistol she often uses as a sidearm. It is made to match Charybdis, and Noelle frequently refers to the two as "sisters".
Other ~ Plays the viola
Edited By Larkian on 3/3/2024 at 9:41 PM.
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Posted: 2/22/2024 at 1:48 AM
Post #6
Name: Nic Marker
Age: 26
Gender: male
About + Background: he grew up second best to his brother, even though he's older. Yeah their dad and home life were not optimal. After a few years of not great relations, he and his brother tarted to get along after some incidents and relatizations and eventually Nic took on the role of "keep Newt sane in this ridiculous place". Fast forward to colelge, they strike a deal so Newt gets to live for four years at uni and the day of graduation the moment the ceremony ended they skiddaddled and put their grand plan to avoid the family into motion. Surprisingly it's worked. Now they make ends meet via....literally what Newt would have become but minus teh politics. And with 10x more freedom. Kind of. It works okay?
Personality: A perky goth who's more caring then he'll admit. He's not afraid to speak up, but does rely on Newt more then he should to reign him in. He's the kind of guy you'd love at your social gathwring but he'll forget to bring the punch.
Likes: pomogranates, math, cats
Dislikes: Pineapples, being a burden, running for more then two seconds.
Abilities: Teleportation
Means of Protection: Has an amulet. And a lot of silver jewelry. Wow that's kinda cool. Oh right he has a dagger.
Other:
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Name: Newt Marker
Age: 26
Gender: male
About + Background
Personality:
Likes:: history, cats
Dislikes: crowds
Abilities: Telepathy but only words not images and its usually gibberish because internal thoughts go brrrr. He cannot turn this off but earplugs help.
Means of Protection: Has a knife on it with protective runws but do you really think he's gonna use it when he can't even focus half the time
Other
Edited By Orcastration on 2/22/2024 at 2:10 AM.
Larkian
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Posted: 2/22/2024 at 2:13 AM
Post #7
(i need more boring plane rides to accomplish anything)
It's raining again.
Of course, because this is Elaenia, the sky is not content with merely raining, so much as pouring buckets, complete with furious gales that tear at Rien's coat as he struggles through the downpour on his way back to the office. It's just past the city's financial district, but there's none of the usual crowd of well-dressed individuals carrying briefcases and occasional tourists looking for a taste of the wealthy. Scarcely anyone would dare to be out on the streets in this weather, and so, at the very least, he doesn't have to fight his way through a crowd as well.
The stout brick building of the agency is dwarfed by a towering old office complex on one side and some supposedly fancy hotel on the other, but the protection of those walls isn't quite enough to stop the wind from violently slamming the door open the moment Rien unlatches it, bringing with it a greeting gift of icy rain. It takes a minute of struggle before he finally manages to wrestle the door shut behind him with an anticlimactic click and leans against the cold glass in exhaustion.
"That bad outside, hm?" asks a voice from the doorway at the other side of the room. Noelle watches with a look of semi-concerned bemusement as the secretary sweeps his disheveled blue-grey hair out his eyes, stomps his boots dry on the doormat, and attempts to wring out his dripping coat before giving up and throwing it on the rack.
"It isn't terrible," he attempts after a moment, a sentiment instantly contradicted by the fact that he's still out of breath.
"Yes, certainly, and you don't look like you've gone for a swim in the harbor. Well, thank goodness you at least didn't take any paperwork with you out into this delightful weather. Where'd you even run off to, anyway?"
"The bay," Rien answers briefly, along with a murmured excuse me as he slips past Noelle into the kitchen to put the kettle on. In this weather, the promise of tea is an instantly comforting thought. "I did not go swimming," he elaborates quickly before Noelle can say anything.
"Why bother, when the bay now appears to be at our doorstep as well?" the guard shoots back anyways, but follows after him. "The others are also out, if you were curious. They're all desperate to investigate those peculiar occurrences no one really wishes to talk about."
Clink, clink. Two cups go on the table while the water boils. The hour is still early, and, like the majority of the agency--excepting Rien himself, and the director--Noelle prefers coffee in the morning. More uniquely, she enjoys it even more so if it is with an extravagant amount of spices and enough cream to turn all the rain running off the rooftops sweet.
"I see."
"Would that be an 'I see' as in 'I know precisely what you're talking about and have no further questions', or as in 'I have no idea what you're talking about, but I will say nothing until someone lets it slip'?"
Upon familiarity with a certain Elicio Swift, one has to wonder if that manner of pinpoint interrogation runs in the family. At least answering Noelle's questions will not result in a criminal conviction, although they might just end with a bullet to the face. "I'm aware of many such occurrences. Would I be bothering you to request that you specify which one?"
Noelle shakes her head. "No, you see, it could be just one occurrence, or it could be several related ones. Either way, it would be better for you to find out sooner rather than later. How should I begin with this?" She swivels her empty cup back and forth on the countertop with a thoughtful hum. "Ah, let's just say that, as of the most recent time I heard of it, two people were found dead by the waterfront last night."
Edited By Larkian on 2/23/2024 at 12:15 AM.
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Posted: 2/22/2024 at 12:13 PM
Post #8
On the other side of town, at the waterfront which was now swarming by police and a few journalists, two young men in thick coats had slipped into the crowd. One, with lighter hair and a a cap, held a camera in one hand clutched tightly to himself, The other hand was slipped into the crook of the other's arm. The second man wore the hood of his coat over his head, pulled over to keep to rain off and hiding most of his hair and part of his face, a notebook in his free hand. Neither seemed particularly interested in the happenings, though, and instead murmured quietly to each other.
"Anything yet, Newt?" The second murmured.
"Gimme a moment Nic, 'ts loud." Newt mumbled. "Ah- here." He lightly nudged the second's arm, and the two stopped pushing through the throng. Nic watched his brother closely, moving so he could make notes at a moment's notice, ignoring that the side of the notebook facing away from him starting to be soaked with water.
"James Brown, there's a Tomlinson, blood, looks like the wards you insist on wearing," Newt translated, head tilted and eyes narrowed in concentration. "Double suicide, one of Them's sayin- wait. They're commenting on the weapon they used, but I can't make it out.." He said with frustration. "It's becoming all gibberish."
"Figures, they're prepping to move stuff. Lemme grab some photos, and we'll go," Nic said, and Newt nodded as he alllowed Nic to drag him around, until they were shooed away by one of the officers. By that time, both were practically drenched, and they stumbled down the road away from the scene, holding their talks over further sources as they sloshed through the increasingly large puddles.
Edited By Orcastration on 2/23/2024 at 10:20 AM.
Larkian
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Posted: 2/25/2024 at 1:34 AM
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Rien freezes abruptly. "The waterfront? I thought I caught sight of some sort of crowd across the water. I didn't realize that it was something like..." he trails off, frowning, as the kettle begins to whistle. Noelle covers her ears with a grimace, but the shrill noise seemingly goes unnoticed by the other. "If I had gone over, I would have been able to tell...north to west side, hmm, about a forty-three minute walk. The news must not have spread yet--" he looks up suddenly, "--what time did this happen?"
Noelle quickly turns the stove off before she can suffer hearing loss. "The deaths? I don't know. They were discovered by--er, by whom, I'm not sure either--late last night, in the water beneath the boardwalk. Cici informed the director this morning when he dropped by, at around 4 in the morning. I came in at 6, while you were already out, and Director was telling everyone else. The problem is, they said, that the deaths could have occurred far longer ago. It's not a place anyone checks, unless they want to get pummeled into the rocks or carried out to sea, and hardly anyone looks beneath their feet."
"And they are all still away now?"
"The director went to the scene about an hour before you went off, and they're still not back. The rest of them, though, they're still trying to puzzle together information about the other incidents. It's not too late for us to go have a look as well."
Rien clears his throat. "You mentioned these other incidents?"
Noelle pauses while slinging her shotgun over her shoulder to fix him with a side-eyed stare. "I cannot tell whether you ever read those files you are always organizing, but there have been quite a few cases regarding deaths recently, no?"
A cursed ring, a fall into a river, a serpent's prey. It is neither Rien's job nor hobby to concern himself with the details, but what he does know of each case is always a little too easy to remember.
These waterfront deaths may have been the first this week, but they are the tenth in two months. "But they were almost all determined to be the result of negligence, weren't they? It's not unusual--" he begins, and then suddenly stops, remembering a certain stack of paperwork. "Several recent cases were reopened last week."
Noelle hums in assent. "From what I've heard, there's been a certain...trend with each one. This one is yet to be determined, but our dear director was very excited to hear of it. Come, I'll fill you in on the way there." Without waiting for an answer, she turns and marches back out toward the front door.
Rien shoots an apologetic glance at the kettle, already long forgotten amidst the conversation. "Are you certain we should--"
There's loud bang, follows by a deliberate series of curses from the entryway as the door slams open once more.
It seems the tea will have to wait. With an exasperated sigh, Rien follows the guard back out into the rain.
Edited By Larkian on 2/25/2024 at 1:56 AM.
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Posted: 2/25/2024 at 2:41 PM
Post #10
"There's nothing woraw then rain," Newt muttered as the twins finally entered their shared apartment. "I can't hear anything good on this weather."
"It's fine. We'll hang around town tomorrow, and while I write uo something, you can listen in on some conversations." Nicote reassures. "Don't worry- it's not the first time and we'll still be the fastest. No one can beat our info, and they wkn't release anything good for at least another day. They never do." "this time shouldn't be any different"
"You'd better be right," Newt sighed as he tries to wring out his hat.
Nic has already slipped his shows and coat off. "Of course i am. We got this far, haven't we? We don't need to to put out the great masterpiece yet, and until they start on our trail..."
"Better safe then sorry. So, is this related to the laat few you reckon?"
"Of course." Nic stated. Newt follows him intot he krichen where Nic starts pouring tea. "Whar else? The question is...who?" He takes the cup Nic offers him, and sips at it. "We've already ruled out a lot of people."
They fell into silence.
"I still say it's Dad. If he's in jail he loses even more influence over your life."
"Our life." Newt corrects aloud. "You're as much tied to this as me. "
"Whatever."
"Sure. Oh, did you get any photos or-"
"Surprisingly yes. Maybe we'll see something? Doubtful, but like with the ring-"
"That we weren't supposed to know about, yeah i remember you getting way too excited over the engravings." Newt roleld his eyes. "Right- i'll go shower, you check the film on that thing, then you shower and i'll start writing, then we meer on the middle?"
"A good plan as always. Wanna bet our good friends from that agency pops up in the image?" Nic grinend.
Newt grimaced and walked off, setting his cup down. "Don't grin like that it's creepy. Good day!"
Unfortunately he could hear Nic laughing, and he muttered ina nnoyance as a snarky "got him good" floated through his mind.
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