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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
no subject
"I can control it," Carlisle insists, in spite of the decay all around him. He wrings his hands, pulling at the fabric of his gloves as he caters to nervous habits, his uncertainty heavy in his voice. "I can, I just— it's difficult. Reynir was- he was helping me, in a way. He- he didn't know, but—"
Carlisle stops himself, not wanting to explain what, exactly, it was Reynir didn't know. That he spreads decay wherever he goes when he can't swallow his anxiety? That he's no longer human? That the sanctuary he found in Reynir's dreams had helped him find a peace he hadn't felt since his death? For as close as Carlisle likes to think they were, there's an unfortunate amount Reynir didn't know, so much the clergyman was afraid to ever tell him. How could he tell his friend he's a monster only pretending to be human? How could he ever broach the topic of being little more than a creature, a necromanced shell of his former self?
Those who do know the truth know from circumstance. Genji helped him wash his mask -- it was inevitable that he would see, and his acceptance was surprising. Qubit made the assumption long before Carlisle was willing to admit the truth to himself. Pratt and Poison knew the other, living him in another world. Were he to tell others, Carlisle fears they would view him the way he sees himself: as an abomination better expunged from this existence. He's been trying to control that deprecating self-perception, as well, but it's nigh impossible when he's become the antithesis of all he ever was, the kind of vile aberration he so despised in life, made all the worse by why he did to his home.
And he may very well do the same here in Anchor. How long does he have? How long until he loses his mind and awareness to his true nature? How long until there's nothing left of Carlisle Longinmouth, and the Blight Heir is all that remains? And should that happen, what can truly be done about it?
He doesn't know. There's so much he doesn't know, and it's utterly infuriating in a way that makes it that much harder to maintain his composure. He pulls in a breath and tries again.
"He didn't know just how much his- his companionship meant to me. I had hoped his unique magic might be able to help me restrain the reach of my own. Now, I... I know not who I can ask for such aid."
And if the fact he's admitting that to a near-stranger says anything, it's that guilt and desperation are strong motivators, keeping him afloat above the abyssal depths that are his fears of both the future and his terrifying potential as a Revenant.