You're a pop star, or a royal, or maybe even the last of your kind who will bring about the Earth's redemption. Whatever the case may be, you're in a position that may be a bit dicey if you attract the wrong kind of attention.
And you're a bodyguard, a soldier, a knight - a protector. Somehow, you've been roped into protecting this person. You'll be rewarded, of course. The work may be cut out for you, but just do your job, keep your head down, and it'll go smooth.
Except for when the two of you break the bounds of professionalism and feelings begin to flourish. Being in such close quarters may get you to see the other in a different light, and saving someone's life just may be the ultimate form of intimacy.
Could this be the real danger? To feel so strongly for the one you've sworn to protect...are you compromised?
How to Play
1. Comment with your character and preferences, being sure to put if you want to play the guard, the guarded, or either. Also, you may want to put if you prefer fluffy, angsty, or smutty interaction - or have no preference.
2. Comment to others.
3. There are no prompts, because there are so many potential options there could be a hundred. Feel free to play anything: the beginnings of the relationship, just meeting, getting used to each other/not getting along at first, the obligatory first time, a threat on the protected's life and how their protector responds, how the feelings between the two has changed the protection, etc. Your only limit is you. |
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bakerstreet2013-07-30 08:20 pm
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(the jaeger program is over long before general grigio is dispatched to evaluate the hong kong base. they're too expensive too maintain, and no matter how much progress is made, it's never enough. the kaiju keep coming, every one different and each with new advancements, presenting new dangers.
general grigio's arrival signals the death knell of the program and, if the somber mood on base is any indication, they can all hear it, sense it. there's nothing now but to work on defense.
her own presence is infinitely less foreboding. a byproduct of her father's unwillingness to leave her behind. the trip had never been presented to her as an option which was why, standing in front of Marshal Pentecost and his crew, she felt no need to feign optimism. standing sullenly, arms across her chest and one earbud in (lennon, cranked as high as it could go). and apparently she wasn't the only one. only half paying attention when they'd all been introduced she hadn't managed to catch his name but, judging by his expression, he'd rather be anywhere else in the world)
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He’s almost looking for a reason to go off, and everything in the way he stands screams his frustration. He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. Even as arrogant and cocky and self-assured as Chuck is, he knows better than to smart off to a General he doesn’t know.
Later, when he can get away from this madhouse, he’s going to go straight to Striker’s repair bay to blast some Wolfmother and hammer out his frustrations on Striker’s chassis. For now, he’s stuck at ‘attention’, eyes heavy-lidded and angry and hands in fists by his sides. He sees the girl, notes that she's pretty, but lets his attention slide back to the exchange.
They were gonna regret this. ]
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ber own knowledge of the program was limited to the reports that made the nightly news, successes and setbacks. being able now to put faces to each facet of the program brought home just how big an effect the decommissioning ('sunsetting', as the general and some of the others had taken to calling it) was going to have.
she might feel a partial guilt, but this is what humanity is famous for after all. tearing itself apart.
the speeches end without her realizing (lennon has given way to louis armstrong), and she doesn't spare a second thought when her father moves forward to confer privately with the marshal. it's disguised as a tour guide, someone to show her around the shatterdome, but really it's just a means of keeping her out of the way. a glorified babysitter
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This way.
[ His voice is obviously full of irritation and while reasonable logic dictates that it isn’t her fault and it’s no reason to be rude, Chuck isn’t a logical nor reasonable person, so his frustration comes out in his voice when he speaks. ]
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determined not to follow, she doubled her stride to keep pace with him, one earbud still dangling from her ear, though she'd long since turned it off)
So what did you do to piss off the Marshal? (it was a guess. the only reason she could see him tasked with this menial little duty)
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[ He shoots a glare at her, but he slows his pace enough so that she's walking with him and he's not out striding her. He seems to come back in on himself, realizing that he's being an utter dick when it's hardly her fault, and his tone smoothes, just a little bit. ]
Was a bit too vocal about my feelings on the decommisioning. Bloody fucking idiots.
[ Stacker hadn't really been all that appreciative of Chuck's comments, not matter how right the boy was. Fun fact: Chuck is almost always right about the shit he says, he just goes about it in the worst way possible. ]
How'd you get stuck coming along, hm? [ he'd label her a rich little daddy's girl but he's getting a different vibe. ]
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I don't know. From what I could tell, it seems like everyone in there felt the exact same way.
(not that she could blame them in the least. slowing her pace a bit now that she doesn't need to run to keep up, his question garners a long silence while she mulls over how best to respond, how much to give away. because my father doesn't trust me. because he doesn't want me to end up like my mother. because i remind him too much of her and that scares the hell out of him.
finally she glanced over, adopting a somewhat weakened smile)
I guess I was a bit too vocal about my feelings on his job, and the tactics he uses.
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And sticking us together was their brilliant way of shutting us up. Thought maybe we'd, I dunno, fucking kill each other or something -- take care of the problem on our own.
[ He's still smirking, but it's sort of morphed into something a little more thoughtful and curious. ]
Ever been in the conn-pod of a jaeger?
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(she pointed out, though her smile had widened somewhat. gaining back a little of it's earlier brilliance. maybe he could be kind of a dick, but she'd dealt with others just as bad. worse, even. that he hadn't already ditched her had to mean something.)
Aren't those places completely off limits for any one not on the crew?
(it's an answer just as much as a question. julie isn't some jaeger fly. she doesn't get off on firepower and kaiju kill stats, and she certainly doesn't haunt the bars just waiting for some wayward pilot to wander in. rule breaking, on the other hand....doing something she knows she shouldn't, being somewhere she knows she shouldn't.... basically doing anything she knows will piss off her dad, is another story entirely)
Is this how you impress all the girls?
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[ Not many people on this dome would be happy with it, honestly. Especially not Chuck, who was one of the top pilots of the PPDC, second only to his father. ]
Techs 'n pilots only. [ he confirms, but chuck doesn't really care what is or isn't off limits, though. ]
Please. [ He rolls his eyes, and starts to head for the elevator. ] Like I'd take just anyone into Striker.
[ Should say something, really. ]