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sarabi) wrote in bakerstreet2020-07-17 05:39 pm
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[ preferences and info in joural! definitely the girl who needs bodyguarding; princess escaping her tower and experiencing the real world for the first time, here. ]
Eligre Kaivodulin || D&D/flexible/generic high fantasy || OTA
lady_kaivodulin
2020-07-18 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
{{Most likely the party needing/hiring protection, but could be the bodyguard.}}
OTA.
Franky Cook | Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow |OTA - Still voicetesting!
never_francesca
2020-07-18 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Probably guard, but it would be hilarious to tell her she had to have a bodyguard.]
[Probably a bodyguard.]
[sounds great! is Joe masquerading as someone super important?]
[current time sounds really good please - my historical knowledge is shit lmao. Thanks, that'd be great]
[Let me know if this works]
It's not quite a job. It's downtime really. Something to do in the intervening moments between one mission and the next. It's not their usual adrenaline fueled rush. It's the sort of war waged with paper and ink instead of swords and guns. It requires precision and skill and perhaps a bit more charm, but in the end it will get them what they need.
It's an easy thing. Walk into a country with no extradition treaty and remove a trafficker. Easy enough to go in guns blazing, but then they might never find out where this leads. This is a small fish and taking him is bait to flush the whale out of hiding.
Joe goes because he's the best fit for the profile of usual clients. He dredges up memories of a kingdom that doesn't exist anymore and soon, he's dressed in the flowing thawb and checkered turban and looking every inch the second prince of some small oil rich nation.
He plays the part well. He's all smiles and easy manners. He's spoiled after all and wishes to spend wealth on those things that should never be for sale. His only demand is the presence of his "guard".
"He is here not because I don't trust your security. It is because Father demands it and I must appease him. You understand." Looking very put out while the truth was that there was nothing that made his heart race more than the way his Niccolo loomed behind him. He need not be afraid. Not because it's not their time yet but because he knows he need not be armed. He has his other half right there.
Still, it is good to be put up in the nicest hotel in the area. It's such a change from the usual holes they stay in on missions. He is happy to step in and let Nicky sweep the room while he makes his calls. He likes to watch the man work.
"Yes. I believe they are looking into my kingdom now. It'll be fine. The ids should hold up to inspection. Don't worry boss. We've got this. I'll let you know if there's any problems but we should have the ringleader by the end of the two week window."
He looks to Nicky with a smile after he hangs up. "One week to catch him and one week to enjoy this. They've got a hot tub." He gives a wink he can't give outside that room. They have to dance that careful dance again. He hates it. "What's your take on the bait, Niccolo?"
It's not quite a job. It's downtime really. Something to do in the intervening moments between one mission and the next. It's not their usual adrenaline fueled rush. It's the sort of war waged with paper and ink instead of swords and guns. It requires precision and skill and perhaps a bit more charm, but in the end it will get them what they need.
It's an easy thing. Walk into a country with no extradition treaty and remove a trafficker. Easy enough to go in guns blazing, but then they might never find out where this leads. This is a small fish and taking him is bait to flush the whale out of hiding.
Joe goes because he's the best fit for the profile of usual clients. He dredges up memories of a kingdom that doesn't exist anymore and soon, he's dressed in the flowing thawb and checkered turban and looking every inch the second prince of some small oil rich nation.
He plays the part well. He's all smiles and easy manners. He's spoiled after all and wishes to spend wealth on those things that should never be for sale. His only demand is the presence of his "guard".
"He is here not because I don't trust your security. It is because Father demands it and I must appease him. You understand." Looking very put out while the truth was that there was nothing that made his heart race more than the way his Niccolo loomed behind him. He need not be afraid. Not because it's not their time yet but because he knows he need not be armed. He has his other half right there.
Still, it is good to be put up in the nicest hotel in the area. It's such a change from the usual holes they stay in on missions. He is happy to step in and let Nicky sweep the room while he makes his calls. He likes to watch the man work.
"Yes. I believe they are looking into my kingdom now. It'll be fine. The ids should hold up to inspection. Don't worry boss. We've got this. I'll let you know if there's any problems but we should have the ringleader by the end of the two week window."
He looks to Nicky with a smile after he hangs up. "One week to catch him and one week to enjoy this. They've got a hot tub." He gives a wink he can't give outside that room. They have to dance that careful dance again. He hates it. "What's your take on the bait, Niccolo?"
[ Open to either role, though someone will be grumpy about being protected. Open to random AU things! ]
I had that!
[ zuko feels fire start to simmer in his hands.
an evening out to see an ember's island players' play has gone utterly and irrevocably wrong.
he's honestly not surprised.
after they'd left the palace to make their way to the theatre for this incredibly special performance that zuko clearly did not have a hand in, things had started to go a little awry. he has to give whoever's following them credit; they did bide their time before letting themselves truly be known.
ever since he'd heard rumblings that groups and individuals wanted to make azula pay for the crimes she allegedly committed (which she did commit, but zuko wants to protect her nonetheless) against them, he's been slightly paranoid for her safety. it's the brotherly thing to do. no one's allowed to hurt azula but him, and he doesn't think she deserves it, not after everything she's been through. she's just come back to him in a manner that resembles the proud, articulate and very bossy sister he regretfully loves so much, and nothing will take that away from him or her.
as they walked, he'd grown slightly paranoid at every rustle and clattering of pots and heels against the cobblestone, but he'd tried to calm himself. no one was following them. no one was going to try and hurt either of them. he's fire lord zuko, for one—no one would dare upset him.
still, he doesn't hesitate in reacting when he hears footsteps grow louder and pick up the pace, and when he hears the sharp brandishing of a blade, he doesn't hesitate to leap at azula and tackle her into the ground.
it would've worked if she hadn't also been in the middle of tackling him.
it also would've helped if both of them had turned around and realised it was only a teenage boy brandishing a blade as part of his sokka costume for the play.
on his knees, he glares at azula. unfurling his fingers, he brushes his hands against his torn pants and bruised elbow. ]
Why won't you just let me look out for you?
[ zuko feels fire start to simmer in his hands.
an evening out to see an ember's island players' play has gone utterly and irrevocably wrong.
he's honestly not surprised.
after they'd left the palace to make their way to the theatre for this incredibly special performance that zuko clearly did not have a hand in, things had started to go a little awry. he has to give whoever's following them credit; they did bide their time before letting themselves truly be known.
ever since he'd heard rumblings that groups and individuals wanted to make azula pay for the crimes she allegedly committed (which she did commit, but zuko wants to protect her nonetheless) against them, he's been slightly paranoid for her safety. it's the brotherly thing to do. no one's allowed to hurt azula but him, and he doesn't think she deserves it, not after everything she's been through. she's just come back to him in a manner that resembles the proud, articulate and very bossy sister he regretfully loves so much, and nothing will take that away from him or her.
as they walked, he'd grown slightly paranoid at every rustle and clattering of pots and heels against the cobblestone, but he'd tried to calm himself. no one was following them. no one was going to try and hurt either of them. he's fire lord zuko, for one—no one would dare upset him.
still, he doesn't hesitate in reacting when he hears footsteps grow louder and pick up the pace, and when he hears the sharp brandishing of a blade, he doesn't hesitate to leap at azula and tackle her into the ground.
it would've worked if she hadn't also been in the middle of tackling him.
it also would've helped if both of them had turned around and realised it was only a teenage boy brandishing a blade as part of his sokka costume for the play.
on his knees, he glares at azula. unfurling his fingers, he brushes his hands against his torn pants and bruised elbow. ]
Why won't you just let me look out for you?
[ it had taken a long time for her to get here, to get her agreeable enough to return to the castle now that he was Fire Lord. in a roundabout way it was what she had wanted, but the ease of which he forgave her and accepted her within open arms and a loving heart had been a surprise.
the princess had, after all, expected retaliation and anger at her presence-- she hadn't exactly made an excellent case for herself after she was deposed. blue fire and fear had swallowed anyone she had come across since, she'd still be living in that nightmare if Zuko hadn't tried so hard to pull her out of it. there was a tinge of respect as she watched him use his new power to defend her, to slam down any doubts, to keep her at his side. a little bit of corruption, just for her.
but it annoyed her how far that defense went, like he had forgotten how dangerous she was, wanting to be her knight in shining armor every time that he could. he was the fire lord! he was an idiot, even now, barely fit to rule as he kept trying to protect his criminal sister from harmless threats instead of keep himself safe.
something she found herself caring more and more about now. disgusting.
now was exactly one of those times, but her quickness to act is ruined by Zuko's need to do the same. she's still mostly on the ground, digging her elbows into the dirt as she forces herself up enough to glare at him. ]
I think I have made it clear that I am more than capable of looking out for myself. [ and you, too, but she keeps that to herself. that's why they were in this predicament, he saw the same panic he had in her right before they collided. ]
the princess had, after all, expected retaliation and anger at her presence-- she hadn't exactly made an excellent case for herself after she was deposed. blue fire and fear had swallowed anyone she had come across since, she'd still be living in that nightmare if Zuko hadn't tried so hard to pull her out of it. there was a tinge of respect as she watched him use his new power to defend her, to slam down any doubts, to keep her at his side. a little bit of corruption, just for her.
but it annoyed her how far that defense went, like he had forgotten how dangerous she was, wanting to be her knight in shining armor every time that he could. he was the fire lord! he was an idiot, even now, barely fit to rule as he kept trying to protect his criminal sister from harmless threats instead of keep himself safe.
something she found herself caring more and more about now. disgusting.
now was exactly one of those times, but her quickness to act is ruined by Zuko's need to do the same. she's still mostly on the ground, digging her elbows into the dirt as she forces herself up enough to glare at him. ]
I think I have made it clear that I am more than capable of looking out for myself. [ and you, too, but she keeps that to herself. that's why they were in this predicament, he saw the same panic he had in her right before they collided. ]
[ zuko narrows his eyes before he forces himself to calm down. having azula back is a big win. the fact anyone doubted him in the first place clearly hadn't heard his story of aggressively hunting down the avatar. it had been with that same aggressive tunnel-vision determination that he had hunted down his sister and brought her home.
now, that aggressive tunnel-vision was focused on integrating azula back into the fire nation and him being fire lord. he was going to be different. he wasn't going to be like his father and demand his sister prove herself through a series of rigorous and unfair tests. she was his sister, and even though she was annoying, aggressive, abrasive, and arrogant, he was going to keep his temper in check and bear it.
sort of. ]
Yes, you have. [ he says it tensely, still annoyed at her. isn't that azula in a nutshell? she's always out for herself, damn uncle, damn zuko, damn everyone but her. ] That's all you do.
[ his voice pitches upwards and he yells, ] Now my pants are ruined!
[ there's a tiny hole on his left knee and dirt on his right knee. these were his favourite pants, too.
ultimately, what zuko's most upset about is the fact that he messed this one simple thing up again. ]
now, that aggressive tunnel-vision was focused on integrating azula back into the fire nation and him being fire lord. he was going to be different. he wasn't going to be like his father and demand his sister prove herself through a series of rigorous and unfair tests. she was his sister, and even though she was annoying, aggressive, abrasive, and arrogant, he was going to keep his temper in check and bear it.
sort of. ]
Yes, you have. [ he says it tensely, still annoyed at her. isn't that azula in a nutshell? she's always out for herself, damn uncle, damn zuko, damn everyone but her. ] That's all you do.
[ his voice pitches upwards and he yells, ] Now my pants are ruined!
[ there's a tiny hole on his left knee and dirt on his right knee. these were his favourite pants, too.
ultimately, what zuko's most upset about is the fact that he messed this one simple thing up again. ]
[perfect, thank you!
happy to change anything!]
Nicky likes being Joe's second. It's easy, let Joe go in first, be flashy, be charming, be.... incredibly attractive, actually. The colors he's picked set off the sheen of his hair. Joe's doing the difficult work; all Nicky has to do is back him up, and after some of their missions, it's almost a relief to take things easy like that.
Not too easy, of course.
The two of them heal well, but ideally they won't get hurt in the first place, and Joe can't be armed, Joe can't check exits and lines of sight. Nicky needs to focus, needs to do what he does so that Joe can do what he does.
(And oh, it's always wonderful to watch Joe work.)
This is where they're supposed to be. This is what they're supposed to do. It's their time to find this man, and to find the shadow behind him.
"Hot tub. It's been a while," Nicky says back, pausing polishing his spare scope for the moment. He smiles. "I think you're doing an excellent job of appearing ripe for the picking, Highness. Not too difficult. Not too easy. The request for the meeting tomorrow afternoon should take us a step closer."
happy to change anything!]
Nicky likes being Joe's second. It's easy, let Joe go in first, be flashy, be charming, be.... incredibly attractive, actually. The colors he's picked set off the sheen of his hair. Joe's doing the difficult work; all Nicky has to do is back him up, and after some of their missions, it's almost a relief to take things easy like that.
Not too easy, of course.
The two of them heal well, but ideally they won't get hurt in the first place, and Joe can't be armed, Joe can't check exits and lines of sight. Nicky needs to focus, needs to do what he does so that Joe can do what he does.
(And oh, it's always wonderful to watch Joe work.)
This is where they're supposed to be. This is what they're supposed to do. It's their time to find this man, and to find the shadow behind him.
"Hot tub. It's been a while," Nicky says back, pausing polishing his spare scope for the moment. He smiles. "I think you're doing an excellent job of appearing ripe for the picking, Highness. Not too difficult. Not too easy. The request for the meeting tomorrow afternoon should take us a step closer."
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