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redshiftlogs2020-02-29 05:34 am
nothinglikefather) wrote in redshiftlogs2020-02-29 05:34 am
Jacob Frye Catch-All
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.
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
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
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He dusts himself off a bit and glances down over the ledge, "I need to get one. / Efficient way to travel, / saves a load of time."
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And occasionally when all else fails, harpoons people who want him dead. That's rather unpleasant though, so he tries to use it only for it's intended purpose.
"There's a few people here who could build you something like it. Angel for a start, she's an expert in guns but this has a firing mechanism and she's repaired it before now."
So perhaps she can put something together for him, if he wanted. But maybe he's the sort that likes to do that sort of thing himself.
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"You're friends with Angel? / We both came from Pandora. / She's like, a goat now."
He sounds more impressed by this than anything else. She seems happy with her weird goat body, and Zer0's happy for her.
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Jacob is still a little uncertain about that. But this guy doesn't gove him a bad feeling. Angel has explained to them that she didn't give anyone any choice, she engineered everything. Despite the fact he feels there should have been some other way, it's highly likely there wasn't any other options at the time.
"I think she's a deer. Not a goat. Sort of."
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"It's weird either way, / but she seems happy with it, / even with the hooves."