Jacob Frye Catch-All

[nothinglikefather]

Who: Jacob Frye + OPEN
What: Various: causing trouble, planning trouble, generally trouble
When: March? March. March is good!
Where: Anchor, different spots here and there.


Sequence 1: Take a Leap of Faith - OPEN

If you could ask Jacob Frye what the best thing about being an assassin was, he wouldn't even have to think about the answer. 

For a start, there is very little about being an assassin that he very much likes. The fighting is fun, but you don't need to be an assassin to get into a fight club, or a gang for that matter. Assassins don't generally fight if they can help it either, they're meant to sneak in, find their target, dispatch them, leave. The weapons? They're fun, the gauntlet is one of his dearest possessions. But it doesn't come close to the thrill of free falling. 

Breath snatched from your lungs, heart beating against your ribs, adrenaline filling every inch of you as the wind whistles past.

It's dangerous, he knows that. One tiny miscalculation can kill you, and when you're leaping from such high points there is no room for error. Maybe that's another part of the excitement. Cheating death. 

He'd done it in the City, of course he had. But somehow in Anchor, that central cavernous space above the park calls to him. So much open space between one side and the other, so little to get in your way. 

Even just stood here, on the ledge of one of the many levels, he feels his heartbeat begin to race. He's picking his spot, working out the landing and simply enjoying the anticipation of it. Anyone passing by might be very concerned to see a man stood there on the very edge, so high from the ground. 

But those watching from below might be surprised to see him fall: arms outstretched and wind whipping at his coat, free-falling and then turning, landing on his back in a pile of leaves the little robotic gardens have been collecting from the green space and helpfully left laying around.

They might be more surprised to see him get out with a huge grin, and no visible injuries, then pull his hat from his pocket and put it back on.



Sequence 2: A Moonshiner Mission - CLOSED TO ANGEL 

He's been toying with the idea for a few days. He's not a brewer, just a drinker, but it can't be too hard. People do it at home in their kitchens out in the countryside. They should be able to do it here, and that way he can actually drink something that isn't either piss or a tequila sunrise.

Not that he can complain about the tequila, it's not that bad and besides, Angel likes them. 

The boys are out, and Jacob's flicking through the binder of information she made them absently, without really taking in anything new. There's diagrams and explanations of complicated scientific terms and chemical reactions. Evie would have loved it. 

"You know a lot about science, right?" He asks her, testing the water. 

Sequence 3: All is Complicated in Love and War: CLOSED TO LEN SNART (and backdated)

Cold doesn't seem the worst for wear, considering he was almost drowned. Jacob has survived a number of things he shouldn't have, he can appreciate that afterwards you normally want a stiff drink. He certainly needs one, after the freezing water and that fight. 

He has questions. A lot of questions, and he's not sure Cold is going to give him any answers. He seems the sort to keep a lot of things close to his chest. Maybe a drink, the offer of a friendly chat will relax the tension. Jacob hopes so, he likes the guy even if he is rather cold and detached. Ha, Cold. 

He sets a drink down in front of him as he takes a swallow from his own. It's alcoholic, which is good.

"You and that guy have history." He prompts, as he takes his seat. 


Sequence 4: Pick Your Own Adventure - OPEN
 

Comments

leap of faith more like Y0L0

[gh0stamidstthec0mbat]

It's none of Zer0's business if some dude wants to end it all by flinging himself off a walkway or whatever. His arms are like noodles, it's not like he's going to be able to prevent this dude from splattering by catching him. So he just watches while this dude plummets down to the level he's on, mentally calculating the exact spot this dude might land and leaning casually against one of the robo-gardeners while it takes a break from raking.

Aaaand whump, the guy lands in a pile of leaves, which normally would have still resulted in some man-splatter but apparently this guy is impervious to fall damage. He'd do well on Pandora. but anyway, Zer0 cocks his head curiously when the guy hops up and puts his hat back on like he hadn't just dropped out of the goddamn sky.

"Quite a display, there. / I'm surprised you survived it, / must be some good leaves."

[nothinglikefather]

Jacob is still grinning, the adrenaline takes a little while to wear off and frankly, it makes him feel alive.

He has some experience with spectators, because in London everything is seen by someone. Most of them have a similar sort of reaction to the one from the man in the strange mask and suit. Every inch of his skin is covered, he might not even be a he at all.

"Oh, good leaves and luck." He agrees, "Glad you liked the view. Yet to do it from the very top but I'm waiting for better leaves. Or hay."

[gh0stamidstthec0mbat]

Zer0 could be a he or a she or a robot or a bear. We just don't know, and Zer0 doesn't seem too inclined to let anyone find out. He probably just thinks it's funny.

"Could loot some bedrooms. / Set up a few mattresses, / land on top of those."

Maybe encouraging someone to take a nose dive from the highest point of Anchor isn't the most responsible thing to do, but fuck it! Follow your heart, you crazy bastard. Zer0 needs a sidequest anyway, and it wouldn't be the stupidest thing he's ever helped someone do just for shits and giggles.

[nothinglikefather]

Jacob needs no encouragement, but he looks sceptical about mattresses.

"Have you seen the state of some of those things?"

He's less likely to break his neck maybe, but he's certainly going to catch something nasty off those stained, mouldy and probably contaminated things. He has no problem swimming in the open sewer that is the Thames, but touching a dirty mattress? Gross.

"How deep do you reckon that lake is?" Because that is an option. Some people think that hitting water at speed is like hitting the ground, but not for Jacob. No matter how high he jumps from, he always seems to make the landing, as long as he's got the right stuff to land in.

[gh0stamidstthec0mbat]

"People still use them. / Run them through the shower rooms, / decontaminate."

Or maybe people have just been sleeping on dirty trash mattresses this whole time. That wouldn't have been weird on Pandora, but this place is a lot cleaner in general. There's gotta be some way to clean the mattresses.

That is literally the least important thing right now, though, the priority is helping this dude to do something super super stupid for shits and giggles.

"I haven't checked that, / I would assume pretty deep. / One way to find out." Well, several ways to find out, but just one really fun and dumbass way. Obviously Jacob needs to dive in from the highest point of Anchor, GO GO GO.

[nothinglikefather]

The truth is, people have probably slept on worst. In London, when he comes from, they certainly have. A dirty mattress is still a mattress, and better than the floor. The modern world of the City spoiled him a little on that front.

But he still don't trust that landing on mattresses is a good idea. He'll stick to what he knows.

"Oh, certainly. You in?" He asks, because he knows he's being egged on. Well, he knows he can make the jump, and as he speaks he looks over to the body of water, considering it. "Everything is more fun with two."

[gh0stamidstthec0mbat]

Zer0 probably doesn't even sleep, so he's really no good for grading mattresses. Or maybe he's the best at it. Who even knows.

"Oh, absolutely. / Questionable life choices / are more fun this way."

Hell, he'll probably jump off the damn thing, too. YOLO.

[circumspector]

Angel has her face glued to her phone as usual. Hooves on the edge of the table, leant back on her chair, tail looped behind her.

Hums a second before she responds. "Vague question Jacob. Good at what kind of science? Do you mean rockets or do you mean the human body or do you mean acid?"

[nothinglikefather]

"You mean there isn't a science you know everything about?" He asks, part in surprise and part teasing. She seems to know most things about most things, and he's not entirely sure how. Yes he knows she was a literal encyclopedia once upon a time, but how is she still remembering all that stuff? Where does it go? There's only so much one head can contain, right?

"I mean, you know how to make alcohol, don't you?" He sounds a little hopeful. He's mentioned the idea casually to someone here, that if they can farm they can brew, but the guy didn't seem all that interested.

But the point is, he's fed up of tequila.

[circumspector]

She rolls her eyes, digging around for a piece of paper that she balls up and throws at him. So there.

"Yeah, that one I know. Basic chemistry. Ferment a sugar, you get drinkable alcohol." Her fingers drum against the table, dropping the phone on the table. "Why, what are you thinking?"

[nothinglikefather]

"I'd like drinkable alcohol." He replies, turning on a bright grin as he moves to come wit with her.

"We just need some sort of grain, right? And sugar, and water. We could brew our own beer. Other sorts of stuff too, whiskey for Charles if he wanted it. I'm sure we could find what we needed. Might help us stay out of trouble."

If, by us you mean Jacob Frye.

[circumspector]

"Sure, I mean, that's being fancy. Technically speaking, all you need to make the simplest of alcohol is toilet paper, water and a pot."

And there is the tilt, to him now, a familiar tilt to him now at least, of Angel thinking a plan through.

"But whiskey? Whiskey will take time. It wouldn't be good... Not to start with. I think we need mossy earth - uh, peat? I think it's called peat."

[nothinglikefather]

Jacob makes a face. Toilet paper? No thanks.

"I doubt that would be any better than the tequila." He says, closing the folder and pushing it to one side.

"We'll start with beer. If we can move up to whiskey, I'd like that. Charles would like that." Maybe they can work out how to make that for his birthday. Although Jacob doesn't know when that is, and he doubts Charles does either.

1.

[arcadedragon]

"Impressive." He catches one of the leaves in his fingers as they swirl about from having someone fall into them from several stories up. "The poor leaves did not stand a chance."

Had it been Genji jumping from the top of a building he would have done far more flips and flamboyant showy ninja things. Because he's a dramatic show off.

But still, someone jumping off the catwalk is pretty interesting, especially for no reason other than to flatten some poor defenseless leaves.

Re: 1.

[nothinglikefather]

Jacob also happens to be a dramatic show off, which is not a good trait for a super secret assassin.

"No, but it's probably good that they put up a little bit of resistance." Enough to cushion his landing at any rate. The leaves weren't doing anything else useful, having been swept up by the robots tending the park. He should make use of them.

[arcadedragon]

Genji lights up which is also not a great trait for a super secret ninja. They are kindred spirits.

"The other piles of leaves will shiver in terror." Poor leaves, they did nothing wrong. "The next person who tries it will splatter."

Though considering the people he's met, Peter, Carlisle, or Angel... they could probably all survive jumping off the roof. Carlisle might end up in pieces but he'd still be 'alive.' Was everyone here incredibly skilled in some way? He'd never thought about it before but ..

"I take it you did that a lot back home?"

[nothinglikefather]

No one is perfect, right?

"You think? There's still a bit of cushioning there." He looks at the pile, which has spread out a little bit with the force of the impact, And kicks some of the stray leaves back towards the rest. Not that it makes much difference.

He'd been told, back when he lived in the City, that Leaps like that weren't possible. Something about breaking necks or damaging spinal columns and ribs and velocity. All he knows is that he can do, so could his father, and his sister, and all the other assassin's he knows.

"That? Lots. Occupational necessity. And it's fun. The closest to flying I think we'll ever get."

[arcadedragon]

"Flying sounds very freeing. I cannot do it, but it would be nice. I suppose all we have is jumping and freefalling then." Mercy and Echo can fly, and both Zenyatta and Sigma float, but all Genji gets is double jumps. It's something he supposes.

"I wonder if we can use the VR room for that? To pretend to fly?"

The answer to all of life's problems is video games.

[nothinglikefather]

"You mean the hallucination room? Can it do that? I thought it could only pull things out of our heads."

Jacob has no idea what VR means, but he does know what the strange armour-clad man must be referring to. It would be fun to try, if it works that way.

"For the meantime, there's this. Even if you don't jump from very high, as long as you roll on landing, you'll be okay. Probably." He grins again, unable to hide his excitement. "I'm Jacob. Should have said so earlier."

Bad Day In Progress - for Carlisle

[nothinglikefather]

Jacob has found himself wandering down through the accommodation level, or at least what the current residents are using for accommodation. His plan was to find out which room belonged to Reynir and then see if there were clues to where he might have gone, if he had been given the choice of where he was going.

But before he manages to start on that, he finds the over-dressed figure on the doorstep, the one who looks like someone kicked his puppy during the rain on his birthday. He doesn't think he's seen anyone look so down for a long time.

He looks over the man, he assumes it's a man, and then clears his throat. "Are you... long-in-mouth? Didn't get your actual name."

[abheirrant]

Carlisle is so buried in his own feelings -- melancholy, bitterness, ire rising in the back of his throat the longer he thinks about how one of the few good things he had going for him has been stripped from him, because of course abominations shouldn't be allowed friends -- that he doesn't hear Jacob approach. As such, he nearly jumps out of his skin when addressed: he straightens up and immediately starts with the apologies, privately grateful for the distraction. With Reynir gone and no one to wake him should he put himself to sleep with enchanted tea, Carlisle has lost his occasional respite from his own mind, as well. He will have to find a way to deal with that, lest he go mad from being insufferably awake all the time.

"Sorry," he murmurs, picking himself up, straightening his many layers before doing the same to the glasses that sit before his glowing eyes. "Sorry, yes- yes, that's me. You are?"

[nothinglikefather]

Carlisle shouldn't blame himself. Jacob is an assassin, used to making almost no noise at all when he walks. He's not trying to sneak up on anyone, but it's simply how he walks at this point. Still, maybe Carlisle should have noticed him: he might not be tall, but Jacob is broad shouldered and wearing a top hat. Not exactly common in Anchor.

He offers out a hand to help the other up, noting the many layers. Again, Jacob is wearing several of his own but there's still a fair amount of bare skin showing. It's an interesting thing to note in the other figure, but everyone in these sort of places is slightly unusual.

"Jacob Frye. We were talking about Reynir. If he's still about, I'll find him. He is a nice kid."

[abheirrant]

"Oh, you're ah," — he looks at Jacob's hand as though he were offering a spider instead of help getting to his feet — "you're the fellow from the network. I suppose I didn't expect you here. Or here so soon, rather."

He declines the offered hand, giving a polite bow instead once he's upright. He apparently isn't one for handshakes.

"My name is Carlisle Longinmouth. Are you a scryer, or a detective of some sort? Someone who specializes in finding people?"

[nothinglikefather]

Jacob drops the hand back to his side, not offended, but a little confused. The bow is something you do to royalty, or if you're oriental. Not something he's used to being on the receiving end of.

"Right," He says, a little awkwardly, but deciding not to make a big deal or even really acknowledge the bow. "I... find people. But not quite like that. Thankfully, I'm not a police officer. Or a... scryer?"

Whatever that is.

"Is this his room?" He asks, and steps in, looking around. It doesn't look like there was a struggle, which is probably a good thing.

[abheirrant]

"Yes," Carlisle answers, following Jacob inside. "He shared it with a couple of other fellows, but it seems they've all vanished. Reynir wasn't the sort to miss our appointments, and surely he'd have said something were he moving elsewhere."

He waits in the doorway, wringing his hands nervously; he at least hopes Reynir would have said something.