Travel companions

[reversesock]

LOVE ON AN ADVENTURE meme Lucky you. For a while, you get to eschew a normal life and see life past your door; you're going on a quest! It could be for personal reasons, for fun, for profit, or to save the world as you know it. In all likelihood, it's the latter, given the natural order of things, but hopefully it's not. Whatever the case may be, you won't be going it alone, however. Whether it's just you and a partner or a true fellowship, you've got people to back you up. You may not all start out as the best of friends, that's true - still, the fires of potential life or death scenarios or the threat of losing your booty draw you closer together, and a friendship forms. With one member of your party, more than friendship grows between you. But wait, you have to defeat the dark lord, find the oldest wand, fight evil by moonlight, create a giant robot, or any other number of tasks. There's no time for this sort of nonsense! Actually, you may push them away because of the mission or due to past wounds that tie into said mission. Maybe, though, you can steal moments to get closer, let a romance blossom...or more. HOW to PLAY Comment with your character, preferences, and any other info - ie, keep it PG, etc. Even though I used a fantasy picture, don't feel constrained! In Harry Potter, they have to find a wand, in Supernatural, the Colt, in Avatar, they have to fight the Fire Lord, etc. Feel free to AU your character or include information about them. Reply to others.

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Martin Blackwood || The Magnus Archives || M/M

[notgoingtobeokay]

[Martin is a research assistant for a crazy, supernatural research institution. Would love some monster/spooks hunting adventure antics! Prose preferred.]

James “Bucky” Barnes | MCU

[whothehellisbucky]

Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA

[wherehopegoes]

Rian | The Dark Crystal: AoR

[dreamfasting]

[omw]

((Something researching one of the statements and antics with one of the fears or its followers ensue sound good?))

Frodo Baggins | Lord of the Rings LOTR | Canonmates preferred

[iorhael]

Badgerclops | Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart | m/m

[bigbeignets]

[Sassy cyborg badger who's the team chaotic neutal. Dungeon crawls/quests are cool as well as space opera aus. Let's avoid smut though. AUs are fine, cross canon, as well as your own prompts are welcome.]

[notgoingtobeokay]

[Oh sure absolutely! Which fear did you have in mind?]

[omw]

((The Buried or The Flesh are probably easiest to work off being the most straight up, but if those are too graphic could always do The Vast or The Hunt.))

[notgoingtobeokay]

[Oh I love body horror. The Flesh is great!]

Cassia Andor | Rogue One | OTA

[yo_me_rezo]

Ruby the Sorceress | Dragon's Crown | OTA

[tittybojangles]

[[ooc: Adventuring is what she does. Support magician with summons and transformations who can still put down the elemental hurt when necessary. Open to everything from chaste romance to smut, open to everyone as long as they're reasonably humanoid. So saying, no live-action PBs, please!]]

[omw]

((I'll keep this barebones to start and we can add details as we go along if this works for you. If you prefer past tense tag with it and I'll match.))

The wind blows through the empty streets of the small village of Kesley. Located in South Staffordshire, it was born as a sleepy town for the families of the miners who worked the local coal pit. Not too exciting a place, just a small town with small town values. Until the mine was exhausted in the 80s. Then people began leaving. In ones and twos, eventually in threes, fours and fives. Entire families gone. Empty houses, empty businesses, empty streets.

All that's left behind as Reno park's the car next to a curb is: emptiness.

“Wow. Is this where the serial killer comes out?” Reno jokes and puts on the parking brake. Palming the keys from the steering column, he slips them into the pocket of his slacks. The black suit he's wearing is probably too classy for this gig, even with the disheveled fashion he wears it in, but old habits die hard. Attracting the interest of The Spiral put an end to his days as a paid thug for rich asses with expensive cars. Accepting asylum at the Institute doesn't mean he's willing to let everything about the old life go though.

Not least of which includes the duffel bag of “tools” he reaches into the back seat for and drags into his lap. Jon sent them to investigate a statement about a tattoo parlor that tattooed mouths on people. These mouths then devoured them. First just small pieces. Tip of a finger. An ear. Waking up in the middle of the night to hear chewing and find another part was gone, as the statement giver had put it.

No way in hell is Reno intending to investigate this without at least six different weapons on hand. “This place looks pretty abandoned,” he muses and opens the car door. No point putting the creepy off. Time to clock on. He shrugs the strap of his mini armory over his shoulder and looks at Martin, his senior in this line of work and the poor guy sent out to investigate with him. “Think you can find the tattoo parlor from the statement? That map of the town we got from county hall looks like it hasn’t been updated since the 1800s.”

Sun Spear | Original | f/m

[lygophobic]

[notgoingtobeokay]

Martin has done quite a lot of things that go very much above and beyond his job title when Jon asks him to. This little road trip is not much different from others that he’s taken before, with or without company. He’s also a fairly personable guy, though that really isn’t saying all that much considering how very little the other assistants and his boss think about him.

That said, he’s not really sure of what to make of the guy he’s been paired with for this little fact finding mission.

“Serial killer...?” Martin asks, watching the way Reno moves that very heavy bag around like it’s nothing. “Oh, em, no let’s hope not!”

He might be the most nervous guy that Reno’s ever met, but he’s surprisingly competent when it comes to information gathering. There’s that plus, right?

“So, Okay, I just have to ask. What exactly do...you...keep in that bag...? I know it’s absolutely none of my business but, well... you know what? No. You’re entitled to being whatever you want. We should get to work.”

Martin is not as impeccably dressed as Reno is. He’s wear a T-shirt under a collared shirt and some jeans. He’s not fancy but at least he’s clean.

“Erm... So, yes. Most of these villages don’t really change much over the years. We Brits enjoy a good standard grid layout when possible and... em, perhaps we should try that way?” He points down one nondescript section of road towards walled off gardens and houses covered in moss and disrepair.

Nico Acosta | OC | M/F

[anoranza]

Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA

[la_bonne_chose]

Perne Archevauliere | FFXIV Non-WoL OC

[porcelainandblood]

[Perne is probably on a quest for some kind of plant for some kind of Very Important Reason. You should come along and make her stop waxing idiotically about flowers.]

Matello Mag Raith | OC | M/M

[thricereturns]

Agent South Dakota | Red vs Blue | OTA

[whosthemonsternow]

Caster | Fate/Extra | OTA

[eightfoldblessing]

[omw]

Reno shrugs a bit self-consciously. “You’re the brains and I’m the serial killer,” he says with as much nonchalant-ness as he can muster. It’s not particularly convincing. “Just think of it like that. Anything gets you, I’ve got your back. Anything gets me, uh... Well, it’s been a nice life.”

There is the very strong urge to light a cigarette to settle his nerves, but Reno takes this assignment seriously so he abstains. Rather he focuses on the houses, looking at each one they pass with suspicion. But that’s all they are: empty houses. Old, dilapidated, falling down in places. Innocuous enough.

The streets are empty as they walk them. House after house staring from behind walls and gardens with empty windows. Eventually they arrive on a Main Street of sorts with mom and pops type businesses staring at them with equally dirty windows. There’s a sense of deadness about the place. That kind of feeling in a horror movie when you’ve entered the area you’re exactly supposed to avoid.

Reno grabs Martin’s sleeve, tugging just a bit. “You wanna let me go first, boss? No offense, but you’re too good a guy to be taking any crazy types to the face. Scars just look better on me, sorry.”

He says it like a joke, but his face is anything, but. Martin’s a good guy. Little awkward. Okay, really awkward. But that’s a normal response to a kill or be killed environment, right? “For the record, you reply with any anxious word vomit and I’m giving you a wet willy. Rules is rules, chief.”

Couldn’t ever be said Reno handles normal well. An attempt was made.

[notgoingtobeokay]

Though Martin would very, very much like to say that he genuinely hopes Reno is not a serial killer, he also thinks it's better not to know. Being stuck out here, in the middle of no where, with someone that might want to kill him doesn't bode well for their working relationship and ignorance really can be bliss sometimes. He snorts softly through his nose and carries on until Reno takes his sleeve. Martin glances down at the hand on his arm and then up at the man that hand belongs to.

"First of all, it's Martin. We've the same boss," he states, not really sure what 'second' or 'third of all' would be in this situation, not because he's having flashbacks of creepy crawlies trying to kill him so much as what constitutes as anxious word vomit.

Martin just...rambles. Or he doesn't speak at all. No one ever finds either option all that endearing.

So, he lets one eyebrow twitch and he presses his lips together in a straight line to think of a response. It's...stilted. It's awkward because he's trying not to be awkward. Martin just can't win. "You...may go on...ahead...if you'd like... That...way...?" Slow and steady never wins, damn the proverb.

Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age: Inquisition | M/M

[tevinterpariah]

jyn erso || rogue one || ota

[made_of_stars]

cassian andor || rogue one || ota

[rebellionbuilt]