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#1
Alex Offline
Back in the day, years prior, she would shove the whole file into the chest of the next grunt to walk past and tell them to handle it. From there they could work backwards, follow the breadcrumbs and accomplish the task delegated to them. That was then, this was now. A thought she had a lot these days - how different her life was. It was a familiar pathway for her mind to wander down, the grass tromped down to dirt.

How times had changed, how her life was a fable and the moral was simple: Once a bastard, always a bastard.

All the same, there were messages to respond to, reports to turn in. She wrapped a section of hair around her fingers, elbows propped on her desk as she clicked her pen a few times in rapid succession. The puppet master behind hell on earth was a faceless, nameless thing - but that didn't stop them from acting big and important. One step forward, two back - always coming in and turning on the light of her office to find another case, another formal request, another goddamn criticism. 

Where she thrived was the actual work, the times were she could roll up her sleeves and get her hands dirty. What she enjoyed was leveling men and women alike with the tiniest flash of power. The thrill came in the form of asserting dominance, taking how people were so quick to physically dismiss her and swiping their feet out from beneath them.

She sighed off on another file, rubbed at her brow and slid it to the side of her desk with enough force that she nearly sent the whole thing fluttering onto the linoleum. There was the click of her office door, a pause before she looked up - just enough time to say a directionless prayer that it wasn't the front end coming with a whole new arm full of bullshit.

Every once in a while, life so kindly decided to answer one of those.

"Who're you again?"

All the same she set the pen down, slouched down in her seat to kick out the chair in front of her desk and send it scraping back and against the flooring. "At least have the decency to make this look important."


Grice
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Played by: Vos

Age: 25

Species: Witch

Power: Telekinesis

Posts: 10
#2
Grice Offline

His time in the Army had nailed into him a great many revelations.  Peace was an ironic thing to grant a dog of war, but through years of bloodletting, Death had lost its proverbial sting, the smile she wore less a menace and more a comfort- a call to come home.  How was it, in contrast, that a simple human being could inspire such ire, Grice's eyes threatening to twitch with cartoon-like efficacy as he gazed down at the remnants of bodies in front of him.  Vision narrowing, he stood with arms akimbo, his jaw an unusual vice, the words behind this toothen cage exerting enough pressure to inspire an angry flush.

A senator.  His wife.  The three children they'd turned and adopted.  Paint spatters against flowery wallpaper.  With a nod of his head, he sent the forensic team outside, working his way through the rest of the home before delegating the clean-up.  Every now and again, a hunter, a faction, would get carried away, the destruction they wrought not worth the ramification or whispers Carmine would endure.  And then, every now and again, Carmine would actually give him a mission where he derived real pleasure.

"Get my fucking riffle."

He'd come out in one piece, but the three brothers had put up a hell of a fight, their cabin of horrors torched and burned, in the following days, their deaths being deemed accidental.  Everyone at Headquarters was quick to point fingers.  Vampires, the escaped wyvern, an experiment gone wrong, but not one uttered a treacherous word against their esteemed employers, which would, no doubt, please Nico.  By his measure of a few expressions, the Electi leader knew better, but this particular pot of shit would remain unstirred.  He had his baby to worry about.

She'd been with him through countless deployments, and saved his life to a sum he couldn't cumulate with all his fingers and toes.  Now she was gone, and he felt a piece of himself go with her.  The damage was irreparable, and while it turned his stomach to do it, she needed to be retired, and he needed a replacement.  Getting a replacement...well, that would take a specialist, and while he could have put in an order through a subordinate, it was an important enough task to see to personally.  Besides, he'd heard enough things about Alex's ass to let curiosity win him.  Too bad she was fucking seated when he entered.  

Maybe next time.

"Grice.  G-r-a from grass, and ice as in ice."  The combination did mimic his Southern drawl, but it was mostly an annoying thing he would say that always made people hilariously mouth his name.  "Electi."  The combination should have made him instantly familiar, his department undoubtedly demanding her hardest work.  

He caught the back of the chair as it was pushed towards him, and took a seat as bidden.  "Decency ain't somethin' I have a lot of ma'am, but far be it from me to deny a beautiful woman a simple request."  He took a moment to study her features, and pressed his back against coarse fabric.  Another witch.  "Especially when I'll be needing something in return."  He smirked, arms crossing over his Queen t-shirt.  "And lucky for us both, its very important...and won't need any of that shit."  He nodded at the piles of paperwork that formed a landscape at her perimeter, with a grin and shake of his head, throwing away the idea that he could ever endure her particular brand of torture.  "Its a personal request.  Tricky.  You interested," he paused to look at the nameplate on her desk, shortening what he read  because he could, "Alex?"

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Age: 37

Species: Witch

Power: Intangibility

Posts: 7
#3
Alex Offline
Who the fuck didn't know how to spell Grice? Why wouldn't you just say: Rice with a G in front of it. But then again she supposed that wasn't as fun or bad ass for him, so she let him go and nodded along as if he'd sat down across from her desk and helped her through a particularly challenging Suduko. "Right. Nice to finally meet you." It was nice enough she supposed, a familiar name on different requests and official acquisitions she had to dance through hell to sign off on. Then again, she supposed the brunt of her workload could be accredited to him or his department as a whole, so - sort of nice, sort of a pain in the ass if they were being honest with one another.

In the face of flattery, she pressed the point of her pen into her index finger, gave him an easy smile and didn't shy away as he soldiered on and settled into his seat. Not one to interrupt, she cleared her throat and sat up a bit straighter once he was done asking for a favor without really asking for much of anything. "Sure. I get off at six on the paperwork but some nights I'm here late - Sundays are usually pretty good for me. I like Mexican, arcades - not really a fan of beaches if we're being honest with one another, Grass with an Ice." She considered leaving it at that, watching him expectantly - but it felt pointlessly worrisome when he seemed relatively pleasant.

"I'm just fucking with you, what can I do ya'?"
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Age: 25

Species: Witch

Power: Telekinesis

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