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Post by brentjoyce on Aug 13, 2007 8:00:04 GMT -8
This is an RP that sprouted out of my head in about two milliseconds during an IM I hope it is not too insane for you guys. Anyways The Firm takes place so far in an unnamed world where magic is everywhere. Everyone is able to do magic to some extent, some more then others. The Firm is the law group who over see the whole mess that comes from every ignorant fool who could cast a spell. Now not all character as your about to see are human, I wanted to add a sort of madness to this RP so animals talk and cast as well. I would like all characters in this RP to have some connection to the Firm ether as a member of section one or two (It will explain itself in due time) or as a bad guy. AS WITH ANY RP I TRY TO START PLEASE MAKE AS MANY CHARACTER AS YOU CAN HANDLE. Well have fun I hope…
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Post by brentjoyce on Aug 13, 2007 8:01:16 GMT -8
It was a miserable day; the rain came down in sheets that raddled non-stop. A defeated figure and a white wolf walked down a desolate street. The man was wearing a black raincoat with a wide umbrella over his head, wolf on the other hand was in the rain taking it all in. Finally the two stopped at an ugly beaten shack. All the walls where discolored and the windows boarded up. The man shook his head and fixed his coat “this job sucks” he looked down at the tall beautiful white wolf. The wolf gave him a look that spoke “yeah I know”. They walked up to the darken door. The man stood forward and knock on the door “this the Firm we are here for a Mister Ali. Are you there Ali?” There was a long pause “Hello?” The man looked down at the wolf “I will take care of this Rufus.” He looked at the lock and then flicked his finger at the lock. Clicking noises came from the lock and it soon cracked open, the man walked in first and Rufus came in second. A man in a torn and dirty robe was sitting in a chair facing the door. He had a dirty beard and nappy long oily black hair. The man in the raincoat clasped his umbrella and addressed the man “Sir I am Henry Norton from the Firm are you Mister Ali.” The guy stood up quickly out of the chair, so fast that the chair fell over “I am not Mister Ali! I am the Dark Lord Ali!” Henry begun to hold his head as if he was having a migraine “No you are not the Dark Lord Ali, You’re a drunken idiot who happened to know how to use telekinetic powers.” He let go of his head and begun to sound as if he was scolding a child “you use your abilities to magically undue bar maidens bras. You are in violation of the law and I am from section one, Petite Quandaries, and I am warning you that if you don’t stop using your magic in a manner that is seen as being unfit by the Firm. Your magic will be suspended indefinitely.” He said it as if it was written out of the manual on how to convict morons who don’t follow the law. Ali stared at Henry blankly as if he was disrespected by this news. His face turned a bright pink and he yelled, “I am the Dark Lord Ali!” Henry now looked even more fuming grappled his head again and said in a routed voice “Alright Dark Lord Ali this is why I brought Rufus along.” He looked down at the wolf, which had been standing along side Henry the entire time, something Ali didn’t notice, “Ok do your thing Rufus…” Rufus leap thought the air and pinned Ali to the floor, Ali’s face turned a pure white. Rufus begun to growl at Ali and saliva dribbled down on to Ali’s robe. Ali was speechless, but Rufus was quite on the contrary he begun to yell at Ali “Ok look you dirt bag I am Rufus, I am from the Firm section two, The prosecution of Dark Wizards and Lords!” it wasn’t uncommon to see a speaking wolf in this world but it was uncommon to see one that worked for the Firm. “Now when I prosecute Dark Lord I am the Judge, I am your Defense, I am the prosecutor, I am the Jury, I am the witness, and I am the executioner!” Ali begun to tremble fear was over taking him, Henry just stood there like it was a common thing that Rufus was doing “Now you are not a Dark Lord! In order to be a Dark Lord you need to have at least ten followers, killed fifteen people and rise corpses from the dead.” Rufus looked like he was enjoying himself as he shrieked at Ali “Now back to the point, I have never lost as a prosecutor and I have never had a case where the defendant didn’t get executed.” His tone of voice lowered “you are not a Dark Wizard.” Ali looked Rufus in the eye “I am not a Dark Wizard! I am not a Dark Wizard!” Rufus got of Ali and Ali got to his feet his robes more torn then ever. Henry looked at Ali “your sentence is so.” There was an awkward moment for a while as Henry thought, “I think this warning is enough, next time you break a rule I will have Rufus come down and get you!” Rufus looked up at Henry “I am not you dog!”
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Post by brentjoyce on Aug 13, 2007 8:02:26 GMT -8
Henry and Rufus walked into the office the Firm. Very few people worked at the Firm, and even fewer knew what happened there. The Firm, to say, is the law in the land of magic. They had all jurisdiction and no restrictions on what they could do. This gives them the ability to come down hard on anyone who uses magic for sinister purposes. The Firm is broken down into sections, section one and section two. Section one is petite quandaries. Petite Quandaries are common misuses of magic and use of magic in force to get ones will. Henry is the head of petite quandaries. The second section is slightly smaller and deals with more dangerous people usually. Section two or The prosecution of Dark Wizards and Lords deals directly with anyone who poses a threat to the magical society as a whole. Rufus is a new member of section two and enjoys his job. The Firm was an office building with three floors; the first is section one, the second is a staff recreation room, the third was section three. Henry took a seat in the staff RR and looked around to see if he could see any other staff members around.
Occ: this where you guys can start bringing in characters…
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Post by glamorousgnome on Aug 15, 2007 21:08:53 GMT -8
Em....Am...G...
The room was dark, shadowy, and filled with stillness. In the corner, beside a stack of dogeared newspapers, books and magazines, a guitar strummed eerily by itself while a man dreamed the chords...
A figure clapped his hands wildly at the foot of the bed, a whispy, greenish form of a man. "Aaron...get up!"
The scruffy, roughly groomed man grunted and rolled over in his bed.
"Aaron! Get the fuck up!"
Another roll. A squeaking of a mattress. A closing of the eyes...
"DAMN IT, WAKE UP ALREADY!"
Aaron's eyes snapped open, causing the whispy wake up call to disappear back into the alarm clock on his nightstand beside him. He slept through regular beepings and radios in the morning, but there was no way that he could sleep through that. Swinging his legs out from underneath the warm, goosedown covers to reveal barefeet above the ground, he cautiously set them down onto the hard, cold floor of the morning.
He stumbled toward the bathroom and fumbled with his fingers in the cupboard for his toothbrush. Toothbrush...Toothbrush....? When he found it, he paused, hearing the convenient shuffle of bedcovers untouched by human hands making themselves perfectly back onto the mattress.
The guitar had ceased playing, and was propped casually onto its stand as Aaron washed and dressed himself, returning from a musical, beautiful dream to a boring and silent reality. He dreamed in colors, vibrant, fantastic colors, but he lived in the drab and hopeless grey.
The grey suit. The grey skies. The grey buildings. The grey everything...
When he had glanced at his watch to find the late time, he hurried from his apartment, past the conversing people in the halls, past the eagle that perched with a watchful eye from the security desk, past the lovers, past the lazy, past the workers...And then he emerged out onto the grey street to pass the vagrants, pass the crowds, pass the families, pass the loners...
After all of that...his watch was a bit too fast. He was ten minutes early.
"Traffic, nasty traffic," lied Aaron, attempting to catch his breath. "Good morning, Henry." But he did not mean it.
The coffee followed him about the recreation room as he collapsed onto a couch, across from Henry, but not next to him. He very well remembered his history with this man and had decided best to keep his distance. Some things were unforgiveable.
Some things, say like, arrest... Aaron burned the tip of his tongue. Those days before he had joined the firm had been rough, and he had been a rogue, declaring freedom, anarchy, all of the above. And Henry had been there, but not on his side.
He waited bitterly with his steaming coffee in the awkward silence that followed his entry.
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Post by brentjoyce on Aug 16, 2007 8:53:08 GMT -8
"Dear God, your a mess Aaron" Henry couldn't help but let it slide of the tip of his mouth. Henry was in a state of depression, the one he has after every assignment he finished. Before Aaron could do anything Henry flicked his finger in a large arc. as if done by the invisible hands of a mother Aaron's shirt tucked into his pants.
Henry looked up "If your going to work Aaron.... at least come properly dressed." He smiled, he always thought of Aaron as his adopted son. He cared for him a lot, Henry was the one who signed all the paper work and broke the rules in order to get Aaron into the Firm. something he would never do for anyone, Henry never broke the rules, but for Aaron he let it slide.
He took a sip of tea that appeared out of the air "i will have you know that while you have been waking up i have been taking care of some drunken fool." he closed his eyes "i wish i could sleep in now adays..."
at this moment Rufus pranced in with his silk white tail slipping by Aaron's feet. Rufus laid in front of Aaron at his feet "wow your early, didn't drink last night?"
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Post by glamorousgnome on Aug 17, 2007 13:26:35 GMT -8
Aaron resented Henry's presence, the way the man felt that he was looking after him. He could not, as hard as he tried, determine what Henry's motives were in 'looking after' him. As far as Aaron was concerned, he felt he would be better off left alone.
Aaron had delved himself into his own thoughts, hardly acknowledging Henry's but with a nod here and there, found that he was in for a rather rude start when Rufus entered.
Didn't drink last night?
Aaron's coffee set itself with a slam down onto the table in front of them, sloshing the liquid over the sides. "Goodmorning Rufus," he muttered. It had deeply insulted him. No. He did not drink last night. Or the night before that. He so dearly wanted to add 'Mind your own business!' but decided it best to keep his section one mouth shut. Rufus was certainly the last person he wanted to make angry.
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Post by brentjoyce on Aug 17, 2007 19:27:54 GMT -8
Rufus looked up at Aaron "come on i am kiddin" he looked exactly at Aaron "hey i need your help today, you up to so hunting?" He grin and licked his mouth "I'll let you kill him..."
Henry got up and brushed off his coat "well if you want him you can have him..." he started to walk away "i got to go check on my section..."
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Post by glamorousgnome on Aug 17, 2007 20:50:04 GMT -8
I'll let you kill him...
Aaron turned away, disgusted, but he plastered a deceiving smile onto his lips and shoved the coffee toward his face again. "I'd love to, Rufus." Peace, love, and murder...? The rebel could not completely toss under his past, and this thought kept rolling around in his head as he agreed to hunt with Rufus.
Another thought, possibly rooted by Henry's presence, urged him on- Aaron, you have to let go. This is your place now...This is who you are.
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Post by brentjoyce on Aug 18, 2007 10:30:07 GMT -8
Rufus looked at Aaron "alright you made you mind, lets get going i need to go to the office first." he got up and streched his legs "I need to get some stuff..."
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Post by glamorousgnome on Aug 21, 2007 20:02:02 GMT -8
ooc: ahh i have block. should i have aaron follow rufus to his office??? or should we have them meet up when theyre going to work
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Post by brentjoyce on Aug 22, 2007 7:39:33 GMT -8
occ: whats wrong to many choices? hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Aug 22, 2007 7:49:54 GMT -8
ooc: kay, I'm in, my post will be up by today, I just need to work out the details of my character
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Aug 22, 2007 9:14:17 GMT -8
“Miss,” there was a brief pause and a slight ruffling of paper, “Jones?”
While the voice was low, serene, and peaceable, the woman shook slightly as she nodded, as though the shadowy creature that spoke instilled a certain level of fear and domination. “Y-es,” she managed to reply without stuttering too terribly. “Very good,” the voice, feminine and rather breathy, replied. Her tail swished ever so slightly behind her as she stepped forward on all fours, making no sound. “I am sorry to alarm you with my appearance, madam,” she continued, and the woman nodded, relaxing.
“Those letters they send out can be quite…detrimental…”she mused, mostly to herself, leaping lightly onto a table in order to be eye to eye with the homely woman standing before her. “They never understand, though, those Section Four folk,” and with an eye roll she came fully into the light before settling on her haunches, a cat-like smile upon her lips.
The cat was small, white fur blended with orange and black and brown, a delicate calico pattern traced across her body. Only her paws and ears were completely white, and she rose one forepaw and licked it serenely while waiting for the woman to speak. Or so it seemed.
After a period of silence and awkward staring(on the woman’s part, for the feline had little care for time and less sense of awkwardness than any human), the cat gazed upon Miss Jones and spoke. “Clare Dunnfield, Section Three: Reversal of Accidental Casting.” Her deep blue eyes watched Miss Jones calmly as she herself relaxed. Clare’s whiskers twitched slightly as Miss Jones sighed lightly, though the sound reverberated in the cat’s delicate ears and she climbed to her feet to continue with business. “Now, if my sources are correct, the coffee maker is in need of maintenance about now?”
Ten minutes later, Clare Dunfield entered the rather unique office building(in oh so many ways), having already stopped a barking coffeemaker that attempted to chase her once it caught her scent, and earlier, a less harmless 6-disk CD player that spit CD’s rather violently across the room.
And she was still one of the earliest to arrive at the Firm. Stretching as she reached her large(for a cat) cubicle, she quickly found the sunniest spot on her desk and curled into a colorful ball, enjoying the few moments of silence, quite aware that it would probably not last long.
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Post by brentjoyce on Aug 24, 2007 12:52:31 GMT -8
"Look what the rain brought in..." Rufus was on his way to his office when he looked to the side to see a cat playing with a ball.
"Gee... they hired you?" Rufus took a detour and walked around the cubical. he was looking at all the contents inside "and what section are you?"
Rufus said this is the most uncaring way possible, he was really just trying to procrastinate on the job.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Aug 28, 2007 14:45:15 GMT -8
He was new to the Firm. He was just young, inexperienced, a virgin persay to the work that happened behind the closed doors of the squat three story building. Yet he got the job intrigued him to the fullest. This is why he signed up for it in the first place. Even though he had lived in the same place all his life, knew of the magic that ran rampant in the community, he awaited to know what stood behind the closed doors that kept them all in check.
"Where am I supposed to even go?" he asked aloud to no one. When he pushed his way into the doors, he looked to see no one at all to meet him. "Great," he said. When he had gotten his letter of acceptance to the firm, all it said was to proceed to Section Three. It gave no further explanations, nor instructions. Just date and time. And there he was, waiting to see if anything, anyone would come and help him.
They didnt.
Finally, what seemed to hidden against the was a directory next to the flight of stairs. FLOOR THREE: SECTION THREE. "Wow, how logical," he muttered, climbing up the stairs after reading. Another push through an unknown door to what seemed to be Section Three revealed nothing but an empty floor filled with cubicles, and what seemed a cat for some reason. And a dog. "Wow, I get the animal control section." Skyler Hudson said sarcastically. "Here kitty kitty kitty," he said in a phony voice, reaching out to pet the cat.
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Post by brentjoyce on Aug 28, 2007 15:02:30 GMT -8
Rufus looked up at the man who looked like a complete idiot. "I would watch it if i where you!" Rufus continued on to his cubical to get his supplies and met up with Aaron.
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Post by brentjoyce on Sept 5, 2007 16:31:22 GMT -8
A dark void brewed with in Henry. it kept growing as he stood there watching Aaron leave.
he didn't want to admit it but he hated his job, he hated every thing about it. but, most of all he hated being left alone.
Aaron and Rufus where off doing their thing, Aaron chose Rufus over him. why? Henry was the one that got him the job and this is how he is repaid. it made him feel useless on the inside. he didn't like feeling down, depressed.
Feelings for Henry where different from how feelings where for normal people. When Henry felt down it showed literally, his hair turned a the darkest tint of black when he was down. he begun to notice this and covered his head with his hat. he got up and made his way to section one.
on the way he ran into a few co-workers and colleges. he didn't even notice any of them, he just went and sat down in his office.
Henry's office was small, cluster-phobic. Piles of papers lined the walls along with volumes upon volumes that covered every magic known. the small desk in the room was covered in paper work as well. the papers were in danger of tipping over but this didn't bother Henry at all. He went to his chair and laid back in it. he closed his eyes and took his hat off. he stared off into space, he flicked his hand and the door to his office closed gently.
He then flicked both his hands and a set of pens begun to fill out the paper work all about. the papers begun to shift from one side of the desk to the other, all the while pens wrote notes on all of the paper. boxes begun to make a line on one side of the desk and the stacks of paper leaped off the desk into the boxes which continued to stack in the corner of the room. the volumes of magic all rearranged themselves into prefect order. Henry just sat there looking at the celling. when all the work was over the room was completely clean. all the boxes where stacked neatly in the corner of the room and all the books where on bookshelves in numerical order.
Henry snapped out of his gaze and lifted his right hand, a bottle of Whiskey appeared. the bottle was accompanied by a small shot glass, that slid across his work desk. the Whiskey bottle tilted over and slowly let the ambery liquid fill the shot glass. Henry slowly picked up the shot glass and downed it. he continued this for six or ten times then the bottle and shot glass disappeared.
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Post by theliontamer♥ on Sept 19, 2007 17:45:22 GMT -8
Clare arched her back and hissed, momentarily cat-like. "Great, a stupid mutt with dog breath. I'm overjoyed!" she hissed defensively, glaring at Rufus as she stretched and climbed to her feet.
Clare turned her back on the mutt and turned back to the stack of paperwork before her. As if things weren't hard enough as it were; Clare scowled to herself, waiting for the dog to disappear. Unfortuantely, it was another voice that assaulted her ears nexy. "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!" the voice called, and she felt the rush of air as his hand drew near. "I am not your kitty kitty kitty, nor are you in the animal control section," she said, her voice a low purr as she accepted that this person was a new-comer--her new employee in fact. "This is section three, I assume that you know. My name is Clare. Can I help you?" she spoke calmly, rising to her feet and allowing his hand to graze her back.
She glared at Rufus wordlessly, looking rather annoyed.
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Post by brentjoyce on Sept 19, 2007 17:56:34 GMT -8
"ah if you were a dog i'd call you a bitch, but your a cat." Rufus looked back and begun to leave "bitch" he wispered as he left the cubical.
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Post by lions_go_rawr on Sept 22, 2007 9:08:19 GMT -8
"You can talk?!" Skyler said, looking very shocked. Even though he lived where magic and crazy stuff was the norm, he was still taken by surprise by the cat who just spoke to him. The cat, who Skyler came to realize, must have been his boss.
"My name is Skyler Hudson," he said, standing up straight and holding out his hand to shake her...paw... For a moment, Skyler looked very embarrassed, then withdrew his hand. "I'm new, and I was told this is where I was assigned to work."
"And I think that dog, or whatever it is called you a bitch."
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