I'm thinking about Jensen returning to Texas to reunite with his family since the CCD announcement that magic is real. He could kind of "come out" as a channeler.

Question is anyone interested in doing some RP with a couple Texans? Jensen and the wife? I don't know if it's ok to say she governor now. Last she was around, she was running for office.

Looks like Damien is operating in Mexico!

Mexico


Edited by Michael Vellas, Aug 22 2016, 02:53 AM.

There was a place located on the edge. This place had a silent shore and dark waters, the gray of night time waters, though the ever-present glow lit the world.

The water licked, but did not lap, upon jagged rocks, jutting from the earth like granite crystals. Cut into the rock was a ledge. And upon the ledge a girl sat, enthroned, peering across the dark sea. She had the face of a porcelain doll, a narrow chin and focused, narrow black eyes. Her hair was a sheet of black silk. Her dress a feminine white chiffon.

In the distance, the water rippled. Rolling black waves of velvet grew in size and velocity as it approached the shore.

The girl bit her lip, eyes lighting with anticipation. She stood, bare feet hurrying to the water, but she was careful to keep her toes dry.

The wave foamed and crashed as it approached the shore. She lifted her hands to greet it like a hug. And as it reached her, the water spouted into the air. The girl squealed with delight, bouncing excitedly.

The water sprayed in sheets toward the gray sky. She thrust her fingertips onto the spray, felt a bony hand grab hold of hers, and yank.

The water was not wet when it pulled her through its curtain. The blackness blebbed from the surface of the dark sea, carrying her inside its shadowy sphere. A sense of movement told her she was speeding through the air, crossing the rocky cliff faces, soaring over forests, and sailing through the prairies. Snarling bears peeked in upon her. Lightning rippled the globe of blackness. Swords jabbed at her legs. Onward it roamed-a terrible storm.

Finally, she came to stillness and the darkness descended. Her toes curled on the grass, crunching leaves that were there one second and gone the next. Then, a man appeared.

He turned, eyes wide with fright and skin pale with terror, and looked at her like she was a part of his nightmare.

She laughed, "My name is Mara!"


She snapped her fingers and he screamed himself awake.

The darkness dissolved.

Mara sighed with contentment and studied her surroundings.

Tall grass. A river. Some trees. It was quite nice here.

PPC: Ambassador Kent Stevens

Just ten years ago, Kent Stevens commanded a destroyer in the South China Sea, with orders to sink any Chinese ship that came near. It was strange, now, to find himself working in the American embassy in Beijing. Diplomatic ties had been frayed, some feared beyond repair, but after several years of trying the Chinese knew they had more to fear from Nikolai Brandon and his so-called peaceful hegemony than they ever had from the United States.

Besides all that, it wasn't like the war hadn't come to an amicable conclusion. Taiwan maintained its independence, and China finally controlled the gigantic swathes of oil-rich land under the South China Sea that they had always claimed were theirs. Old men sent young men to die in war, as they always had. A new found peace between the two giants was built on their corpses, left to rest on the sea floor. And now here he was, awaiting a meeting in the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, with the Minister.

Kent's reverie was broken when a secretary entered the waiting room. He stood as she bowed, and then responded in kind. "Minister Yang is ready to see you now," she said. Her English was impeccable. Not surprising, given her position in the Foreign Ministry.

She invited him to follow her, so he did. It didn't take long for them to reach the Minister's office. Two large doors of dark oak, carved in various traditional patterns barred the entrance. She opened one, with such ease as to imply hidden motors in the hinges helped her along, and ushered him in.

Kent strode into the office. There were two chairs and a coffee table to one side of the office, but the thick handwoven carpet and gold-trimmed laquer panels of the room pointed toward the portly man sitting behind the dark wood desk. Very Feng shuei. The Minister, middle aged and much stouter than the average Chinese he'd seen, came to his feet.

The Chinese Minister of Foreign Affairs didn't seem to care for ceremony. "Ambassador Kent," he said, "I assume you have come to return our defective merchandise after all, no?"

A joke, of course. Kent gave a light twist of his lip as he patted his hip, where three shards of shrapnel were still embedded. The rocket hadn't gone off quite right when it hit. "Not today, I intend to keep it as a memento of the pleasant times we've shared."

Foreign Minister Yang gave a chuckle, at least that's what Kent assumed passed for a chuckle from the man. "I do not wish to waste either of our time with a meeting if this matter has been settled. And I trust is has been." They both knew the drone was already in the air, safely tucked away inside a C-130 cargo plane. The United States had worse things to worry about than Chinese spying. And that was why they were here.

So, Kent thought, To business then. It wasn't exactly rare for the crypto boys in Hawaii to hack into and pilot down Chinese drones. "I'm afraid this meeting's about a little more than lost hardware. Tell me, Minister, what's been going around the office about the situation in Africa?"

The Foreign Minister squinted at him. "Our dealings in Africa are none of yours, or your country's concern."

The Minister's stance was amusing. It wasn't as if Kent didn't know. China had long since mined out the majority of its mineral stores. Losing their supply of Rhodium from Sierra Leone would be crippling - and that wasn't the only thing at stake. "I'm not here to browbeat you, Minister. I'm here to work out a deal. You're not the only one who needs those resources, and with the way things are going it's only a matter of time before the Custody moves in."

If there was one thing the socialist Chinese government understood, it was how to improve its hand through making a deal. Had the Custody not appeared on stage, they would likely be top dog by now. Kent knew the Central Committee and the Premier had no interest at all in playing second fiddle to Nikolai Brandon. They'd spent decades chomping at the bit under United States global hegemony. But the Minister remained silent, considering. "There are...players afoot on that continent," Kent continued. "We intend to throw our backing behind one of them. Perhaps we can work something out that is in both of our best interests."

Specific proposals would come later, of course. Kent was pretty sure Minister Yang got the idea of this proposal. They'd carve the continent up like a slice of pie. Chinese colonialism, what an interesting concept. Yet given the chance to get as large a slice of the pie, of course they would. If not, the Custody would swallow it all whole.

((Written with Jon Little Bird))


Edited by Nick Trano, Aug 18 2016, 10:12 PM.

(much work in progress, expect much editing)

Algeria - Legion Aligned, African Union member.

Current home to the Legion, who has based its headquarters and training grounds in the ghost-city of Sidi Bel Abbès. Algeria has been in a steady economic decline over the past twenty years, thanks to collapses of the global market. The sale of the dead city of Sidi Bel Abbès to the Legion is hoped to help revitalize the nation's economy.

Angola
After five years of severe drought from 2016-2021, the oil-field fires of 2023, and a suicide bombing that killed most of the elected government during the 2023 Halloween Massacre remembrance ceremonies, Angola ceased to exist as a unified country, degrading to a handful of city-states.

Benin - Legion Aligned, African Union member

The multi-party democratic government system of Benin continues to be one of few functional ruling bodies, and has been running succesfully since the mid '90s. After a bloody coup in Togo, its western neighbor, the Benin military was deployed to bring peace to the region. After a ten year peace-keeping mission, a referendum was held in Togo which saw the region join Benin.
Benin continues to be economically and socially stable, despite a decade of border conflict with Burkina Faso and Nigeria, and a near-devastating fungus outbreak which had threatened to destroy most of the nation's cotton and agricultural industries. Nigeria continues to deny any involvement in this, despite circumstantial evidence that the fungus was intentionally engineered and purposefully released.

Botswana - African Union member.
Advances in modern medicine and medical procedures, coupled with an aggressive campaign of education and awareness has seen Botswana's number of HIV infected citzens drop from 1.5% to less than .02% in twenty years. With the advent of an AIDs vaccine in the mid-30s, and an expensive, if short lived, international funding effort, the spread of the virus was contained.
In 2032, a Poland-born nun, Kalina Żuraw, was declared president with a land-slide victory, despite not running for office, after a hugely sucesful social-media campaign. She won a second election in 2036, and during her eight years in office is attributed to the social and economic reforms which has seen Botswana become one of a handful of stable nations in modern Africa.

Burkina Faso - Open Conflict with the Legion

Severe droughts in the '20s and into the '30s was briefly offset by an ambitious irrigation project, which led to severe depletion to the nation's natural aquifers and only ended up hastening the loss of cropland and jungles.
With the loss of most of the nation's ground water, what had begun as a volunteer animal rights group became an armed extremist eco-terrorist movement, based mostly in the southern reaches of the country, protecting what remains of the nation's reserves and national parks, which government forces are actively trying to burn for crop and grazing land.

Burundi
One of the poorest nations in Africa, Burundi collapsed as a coherent state in the mid-twenties, after the DRZ, Tanzania, and Uganda succeeded at closing their borders to a fresh wave of refugees out of Rwanda. Swamped by the sudden influx of tens of thousands of refugees, the nation buckled and collapsed into a handful of city states and unclaimed land. Much of which was later siezed by the DRC for its uranium deposits.


Edited by Jacques, Nov 7 2017, 07:42 PM.

Aria had plenty of time to sit and do absolutely nothing while she waited on the Regus and Martin Borovsky to come up with their plan. She was sure her only objective would be to lead them into the den of the lion. And to their deaths.

Thankfully she had her wallet with her and she was able to text Nox to stay away from HQ. He was having a busy day. He said they had a lot to talk about but he didn't want to do it over texts. Annoying since she could likely be dead before she saw him again. But whatever...

A book was sitting open on her lap in a comfortable chair in the library. It wasn't like home, and she was truly bored out of her mind. She was avoiding anything that put her around people, the emptiness was grating.

Aria started reading the next page of her book, and rubbed at her temple. The edge of a headache started. Things started to get blurry. The pain intensified at a greater rate. And soon it was completely unbearable. Her mind was overwhelmed with pain. Oh the pain. Nothing but pain...

Aria's heart was racing in her chest, she could feel it pounding against her fingers as she clenched her hands to her head. Overwhelming pain... fear... hate... misery... regret... but it was mostly pain - her own pain but the rest weren't her.

Aria pulled her safety around her but it slipped from her grasp. The bubble was elusive. Aria saught the calm of her center. It was reflex when things went chaotic. To search for the calm center and when she found it nearby Aria's heart dropped. Everything else stopped. The pain, the hate and every other overwhelming emotion that was flooding her brain evaporated on the one swift edge - Dane!

The moment passed and the world crashed in on Aria again and she realized why. Stupid girl! she chided herself. Her senses had been wide - trying desperately to grasp any and every possible emotion out there and striking at a loss. It was a measured effort, a distinct pulling of her senses back inside after the distance she'd stretched them. She could feel blips of people around her. Fear, Anger, Hate. There was plenty of that to go around. Plenty.

Aria smiled to herself - her powers weren't gone. But now there was a problem. She was told not to leave the mansion, and she had been willing to obey - until now. Until she knew where Dane was. Dane was sitting looking in her bathroom window. When did he get back? Aria smiled to herself - would she risk the ire of the Regus by leaving, even for a moment??

Sierra hadn't been back in Moscow long before the Ascendancy made his announcement. She wasn't sure what to think about magic, but then again who would believe she could talk to wolves either. She could likely walk around without her contacts and not be questioned - someone thinking it's a fashion statement much like Jaxen Marveet had. But she didn't feel comfortable doing so.

Sierra sat in a cafe after the big protest turned demonstration. It was all over the news in the lobby and Sierra had watched as the Ascendancy had created a statue. It was a big monolithic thing but what did it show - that he was a power mad god who displayed his power for the world to see. And the masses loved him for it.

What good was a sculpture going to do? Sierra could smell the fear and the anger. The Ascendancy had changed some of it, but not all of it. It was going to back fire eventually. Sierra wanted to be gone from Moscow by then. But she had to get the photos cleaned out of her camera and off the laptop.

Her camera sat next to her laptop as she scanned through the cards she'd pulled from it on her extended vacation from humanity. Her contacts securing her identity Sierra felt at home sipping her coffee and combing through so many photos. She'd taken so many while she was gone. Her emotions still ran high when she ran across an image of Snow. She missed him greatly. She might need to find another pup and care for it. But the wolves would likely let her - maybe a dog? But that was such a poor imitation of a wolf, but Sierra missed her constant companion. But it was a thought.

The last final task was not something Sage enjoyed doing, but he said he would. Hijacking a completely network for someone else was not a talent Sage wanted to possess. He could, and he did, but he didn't like it. And whenever he was tasked with a job he always sent it to 5ph1nx. He was better at it than he was. And Sphinx enjoyed the work.

But Sage didn't like talking to him either. He was thankful he'd never met the person behind the avatar, his personality was grating on Sage.

Ph453r: Got a job for you?

5ph1nx: AGAIN?

Ph453r: I need you to capture the airwaves of Africa. Anything and everything. Control is to go to Legion Premiere.

5ph1nx: I CAN'T KEEP IT?

Ph453r: No.

5ph1nx: COME ON, JUST ONE?

Ph453r: No

5ph1nx: FINE!

Sage sighed and let it go. He had agreed and now Sage could get back to his normal routine. He had promised and he would deliver. It might be a while, but he would.

The most interesting task on the list was the need to show the world that the men that died in Africa were not monsters. They were real men, with real lives that made a difference and believed in what the Legion stood for and why they fought. Sage wanted to do this himself, but the task was far larger than he was, and he knew he'd tire quickly of the search. But qu1rk would not, he lived to hunt down nameless faces and find every piece of dirt on them. He and 3p107m3 worked well together.

This time however Sage just wanted names of those who had died, he'd do the rest. Once he had names the search for information would be easy and that is what Sage loved - finding all the interesting bits and compiling them in a specific way. This time to present something illuminating - something people would understand and feel sympathy towards - something that they would know these men and women. When Sage was done they would believe they were good people. And if he found that some were not he'd leave them out. Not everyone was going to be a golden boy, or a great person. That was life. Sage knew it first hand.

Sage sent qu1rk his assignment.

Ph435r: qu1rk, I have some names I need you to find.

qu1rk: When don't you?

Ph435r: You saw my announcement for Sierre Leone, Africa restructuring?

qu1rk: yeah. What do you need?

Ph435r: I need you to find the names of all the men and women who fell from Legion Premiere in Jeddah.

qu1rk: That's all, just the names? That's right you like to do the work yourself, give me the hard part.

Ph435r: you know me so well. Can you do it?

qu1rk: I guess. I like when you let me get dirt on those names though.

Ph354r: I don't need dirk. Just names. Thanks.

qu1rk: no problem.

Sage had received a reply from Danjou he requested three things the collective could help him with. Each of with Sage was perfectly capable of doing himself. But time was probably of the essence and Sage would prefer to hand the tasks off to people who would be more excited to do such things. Chronicle enjoyed history - current events even better. What better place to stick the search for proof that two country's leaders were evil bastards.

This was simply a search, they weren't planting anything, they weren't faking or incriminating - it was purely to find information and pass it along to the right people. In this chase Danjou himself.

Maybe not. Sage would have to clarify where the information once found was supposed to go? To him? To news outlets? What would be the best course of action for the man's agenda. Sage made a mental note to ask this question in his next message to Danjou.

Sage had never physically met chr0n1cl3. They had shared many conversations with one another, but that was the extent of their relationship. It was how Sage preferred things.

Ph435r: chr0n1cl3 I have a job for you.

chr0n1cl3: Sup?

Ph435r: I need you to find proof that Liberia has hired mercenaries to destabilize Sierra Leone, to justify their occupation of the resource-reach south-eastern reaches. Proof that Nigeria is providing weapons and ammunition to General Katlego. Proof, nothing faked, nothing planted - the truth.

chr0n1cl3: I never give you anything but the truth.

Ph435r: I know, it's why I like you. You in?

chr0n1cl3: of course. I'll get on it right away. You want all the info I go through?

Ph435r: of course.

chr0n1cl3: righto - silly question.

And then the conversation ended just as abruptly as it had started. Sage smiled. One task down. Only two more to start.