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River Jurgensen - July 28, 2010 03:51 PM (GMT)
    Shadow thieves.

    They weren't the easiest to deal with – far from it, in fact – they were actually much more dangerous than most of the nasties and creepy crawlies that inhabited the city. But they were also, apparently, a mounting threat, which meant they had to be dealt with – and their management was the first O.N.O.E.S. mission he had been tasked with. Most people could look at one and not even have the slightest clue what they were actually looking at. Then again, River was hardly 'most people'. As an elemental, he was among the few that would recognise them. So much of the crime within the city could be attributed to them – and their wild attempts to satisfy their base desires.

    They were like changelings in most ways, with the only true difference being that they weren't merely mischievous; and they had no true motivation beyond fulfilling the sins that composed them and drove them. They rose from other planes and were drawn to those already rife with the sin they fed on - but generally kept to low key victims as a basic survival instinct. Feeding on them, they stole from what their victims had been and every could have been - quickly taking their stead and the path their victims would have taken; but with every malevolent action amplified, feeding off of that as surely as they had the victims in the first place.

    They were almost always straightforward, though, despite that. For most people, revenge would be the driving motive in dealing with Shadow thieves. Revenge, or fear. He reminded himself fairly frequently, however, that revenge wasn't what guided him, and he strove to keep it that way. It wasn't what drove him at the moment, at least. If he allowed it to be, then he would have been in a very difficult situation. After all, there had been enough people that had wronged him within his lifetime that he would likely have to spent an entire other lifetime getting back at them if revenge was what he wanted at that moment in time.

    Payment was closer to the fact; a just and true payment for any action, any sin, any crime that the Shadow thieves had committed in all of their existence, and the subsequent pain that they would have caused. He certainly bore that in mind when he happened upon a half dozen of them the night before. If it was anything more than that... well, that would be letting emotion slip into his work. And emotion had no place there; it kept you from being just and it makes you make mistakes.

    It was fine when he wasn't neck deep in things that would eat him just as soon as look at him; emotion was natural, and even River knew that without emotion life lost a lot of its meaning, but... on those occasions when he was neck deep in things that would eat him just as soon as look at him... well, he would really rather not be eaten. So, following the credo of emotional detachment in things of that nature, as River dropped the demons' corpses onto a pyre, he tried not to be happy about the fact there were a handful fewer of those things in existence... and that he had been the one to do it. If he admitted that he was happy about it – even just a little bit – it would have been the honest reaction; considering he slept better that night than he had in months.

    The next morning, River drowsily wavered into consciousness, an automatic 'five more minutes...' popping into his head as the alarm clock he didn't remember setting went off. Through his sleep induced haze his hand snaked over to the alarm clock and pushed down on the buttons haphazardly. First a crackling static joined the alarm. Then the radio switched on to provide backing. And finally, the alarm turned off. "Hh. Sleep. New experience," River mumbled sardonically, struggling against the desire to roll over and go back to sleep. When he realised that he had been more or less dead to the world for the last ten hours, though, deciding to stay awake became easy enough. With a staggered yawn he rolled out of bed, inadvertently taking the duvet with him. He untangled himself from the duvet with a suppressed grunt, snatching his cell phone up from the bedside table once he was free.

    He stared at it blankly for a moment before realising he didn't actually need it – that singular moment needed mostly because ten hours of sleep was a fair bit more than he was used to and it wound up leaving him out of sorts. But when his eyes strayed over to his pad, also lying on the bedside table, he remembered he had the entire day clear and, letting out a tired sigh, he fell back onto the bed. It took another ten minutes just to will himself to get back up again, groaning quietly as he did.

    A hurried shower and change of clothes River deeper into the O.N.O.E.S. Observatory, until he found his way to the holographic simulation room. The Observatory had just recently been reconstructed, he recalled being told. He considered the room for a moment, trying to decide what exactly to have it bring up. The people who ran the place had explained – at great length and detail – how the room worked, which meant that it could probably create any simulation. After a moment's worth of thought, he had it form the Adirondacks mountains. The place held a strange serenity for him – calmed him in ways few other things did. And it helped him think. So River lingered atop the mountain within the simulation, and he thought.

Malo de Longcamp - August 1, 2010 10:29 AM (GMT)
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I'm a lover and a sinner

    Malo wasn't really sure what time it was. Most of the time he sort of, went with the current, never thinking twice about anything around him. So it was no surprise really, that through out the years he had managed to get on everyone's nerves because of his ... lateness. He was always the last one in when there was a meeting, or always got to rendez vous at least five minutes late. He thought it was cute and fashionably late. Everyone else probably thought he was being an ass. The whole point of not caring, probably didn't endeared him to people.

    He pushed the sunglasses up the bridge of his nose as he took off the belt with his gun, from the side of his shoulder, and looked around. Walking from room to room, he filed some papers in one, grabbed a cup of coffee in another one and then sent a text back. He was starting to think about charging a fee, to some of the people that were taking advantages of the benefits that he was helping them get through one of the theatre companies in Louisiana. It was only fair. He frowned thinking about that, because something with that trail of thought sort of left him out of sorts.

    He stopped near the simulation room and then frowned as he looked at Rio. "Dude, shouldn't you be using this to conjure up nice images of beautiful girls in bikinis or something." The smirk on his face showed that he was joking. Malo was hardly ever the person to be taken serious around here. Unless, someone was threatening a member of the ONOES team. He leaned against the frame of the door and sipped some of the coffee before he made a face. "Dammit, Did Jane make coffee again?" He asked dropping the cup in the nearest bin.

Jane Mulligan - August 3, 2010 04:33 PM (GMT)
It was strange, very strange, that Jane found herself walking through the hallways of the new Observatory. It was her first time being here since it was rebuilt, and though she hadn't been present during the entire ordeal that had brought the original building down, she felt a little sadness inside her. She trailed her hands along the wall as she walked, remember things here and there as she passed the newer rooms where the older rooms she had memories from had been. Then she pushed the thoughts from her mind, deciding there would time for remembrance later. For now, though, she needed something from her office.

Jane was passing by the holographic simulation room when she noticed River and Malo. She walked up behind Malo just as he was making a comment about the coffee. "I heard that," she said, her natural Irish accent lacing her words as she glanced from River back to Malo. "I'm a better bartender than barista, I'm afraid. And I thought my nice legs and curvy figure were enough for you," she smirked, joking with him. Working with the same people for so long may get old and boring to some people, but Jane was too much of a flirt to let that happen with her and Malo. They always had fun banter.

She looked back over at River, wondering how he was beginning to fit [back] into things. Obviously she couldn't rack his memory too much. Hell, he didn't even remember them. All these years, writing in her diary to someone she never thought she'd see again, and here he was. Back at the office. And she had been the one to bring him back. Too bad her old friend wouldn't be her old friend again. "How have you been doing?" she asked him.

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River Jurgensen - August 4, 2010 11:12 PM (GMT)
    Now that River was here, he couldn't help but wonder why he had allowed himself to remain away for as long as he had. In the days of his youth – relative as that had ever been – he had lived through amazing things. Remarkable things. Glories that almost defied description. And then he drew away from it all, casting himself to the obscurity and irrelevance of his ranch. Had the world become any less of a marvel? It didn't seem so; after all, in the few days he had been with O.N.O.E.S. he had seen enough to refute any remote shred of that claim. So how was it that he allowed himself to fall away from the world?

    Oh, that was right. For every remarkable point of the world, it seemed to have something that insisting on proving its depravity. But now that he was in the midst of it again... he had forgotten how much he loved it. The wonders of the world that so few people actually got to see... there was something tragic about that. The people of the world deserved to know of the astonishing things that it harboured. Maybe he would do something about that one day, once he had the chance.

    He glanced back over his shoulder when he heard one of the organisation's agents address him. Malo de Longcamp. In their few encounters, the man seemed to have an air of familiarity about him, as if he knew River better than he actually did. But then, River supposed that was what happened when you got to know people through their files before you actually met them; and from the people he had met so far, River had to believe that was the way things worked with the majority of the people at O.N.O.E.S. He couldn't help but give a sardonic smirk in response to Malo's comment.

    "Wanted to relax, not live out some pubescent fantasies," he shot back in a wry, but pleasant tone before glancing at the cup in his hand. "Long as it doesn't taste like a dog's been used to flavour it, I can live with it," River shrugged, his gaze wandering back to the view the mountaintop afforded him. It almost seemed ironic to him that Jane would turn up precisely at that moment. "Well enough," he murmured in response to her question, patting his jacket pocket for the packet of cigarettes he was positive it was concealing. "Reckon I'm about ready to quit spectating and watchin' as things happen and actually do something instead. Maybe even earn my pay."

Malo de Longcamp - August 6, 2010 06:57 PM (GMT)
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    He turned around to look at Jane and allowed a flirtatious smile to pull at his lips. "I've never complained about any of those things." He winked at her and then shrugged. "but in the future, just keep the hot body away from the coffee machine." He chuckled softly before moving so that she could walk in the room. Malo moved to the wall, leaning casually against it before frowning at Rio.

    Malo stared at River and blinked before shaking his head. "You say that, like it was beneath you.. It makes my heart bleed." He said dramatically before he laughed. "Earn your pay." He chuckled and then cleared his throat uncomfortably. "You are not going to do that, sitting there, staring at the mountains." He added bringing his hands together.

Jane Mulligan - August 17, 2010 05:05 AM (GMT)
Jane smirked at Malo. The man had a way with words. She put one hand on her hip and lifted the other one, shaking a finger at him. "Cop on! Cιadsearc, this hot body goes nowhere near the bloody coffeemaker. Didn't anyone ever tell you the Irish don't drink coffee? Unless we're off the drink..." she wrinkled her nose at the last bit before blinking. "Let me know if a dog slashes in the coffee, I certainly won't be drinking it then," she added on before turning to River.

"Right, well pull your socks up," she nodded before realizing she had probably said something neither of them understood. "...that means get busy." Sometimes it just didn't seem worth it letting her accent free when no one understood the Irish slang she used. "You want to earn your keep? I'm sure we can find something for you," she smirked slyly.

River Jurgensen - August 23, 2010 09:36 AM (GMT)
    River glanced them both over, arching an eyebrow incredulously. He gave a faint shake of his head and muttered a Norsk lament under his breath. He allowed his eyes to wander the mountains again, the peaks that lay ahead and stretched into the horizon, managing to escape one's grasp no matter how much you tried to find them. For a moment he found himself tempted to pull them toward him; he was certain that, if nothing else, the simulation system of the simulation room could do that. He considered it for a moment, dismissing it grudgingly as he concluded that it would be cheap, in a way, to pull something that would be inaccessible in real life toward him through the wonders of virtual reality.

    He allowed a bemused sigh to leave his lips as he turned back to the other two, pretending that he didn't hear most of their back and forth banter. It was either that or bash his head against the nearest highly-sophisticated-simulation-of-a-rock until his mostly liquefied brain leaked out of his ears, but this option seemed marginally less painful. "Heard about something stirrin' off the shore of Angola," he mused in response to their comments as he slipped a packet of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket, palming one out of the packet and placing it between his lips. He had no doubt that he wasn't supposed to have heard about the stirrings, but he had always been observant; good at hearing things he wasn't supposed to. That was partly why they had brought him in, he assumed.

    He patted his pockets for a lighter, giving a roll of his eyes when he realised that he didn't have one. Sighing around the cigarette, he held a finger beneath it, a flame sparking up from the tip of his finger to light the cigarette. He trapped the cigarette's length between two fingers and drew it out of his mouth after he had taken a drag from it. He blew the smoke upwards and watched it curl away from him in spiralling circles, before fixing his gaze back onto Malo and Jane. "I want to take a look for myself. Ourselves, if you're interested."

Malo de Longcamp - August 24, 2010 06:42 PM (GMT)




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Malo watched Jane for a moment and then shook his head, as he looked around the mountains. His thoughts were all over the place, but he was blaming a general lack of sleep. "If a dog slashes in the coffee, I'll give it all to Styx." He smirked before he checked his watch, his attention shifting to River, when he started to talk.
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"Angola?" Malo arched an eyebrow and stared at River for a second before he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm in... I can leave as soon as you need to." He nodded as he kept his eyes on River.
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Jane Mulligan - August 25, 2010 09:08 AM (GMT)
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Jane rolled her eyes playfully at Malo with a small smirk. "Styx wouldn't drink it, the bloody gobshite would smell it and throw it in your face." She arched a brow at Malo when he checked his watch, wondering if had somewhere to be.
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"Angola," she repeated, turning back to River. She took in a breath and let it out slowly. "What sort of something did you hear was stirring?" she asked, crossing her arms. Not that she really particularly cared, she was just curious which prepacked bag she needed to bring. The capture alive bag, or the capture dead bag. Or maybe the simple overnight bag. "Before we leave I'll need to make a call to the club and let the someone know their in charge until I get back."
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River Jurgensen - August 25, 2010 10:36 AM (GMT)
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"Rumours of a new old civilisation kind of stirrings," River stated, aware of the contradiction within the structure of his response, but he didn't particularly care; he was sure they understood what he meant. A part of them felt that the higher ups had either underestimated his capabilities or had wanted him to hear about it. "Either your bosses wanted me to know or they're a little too sloppy. Might want to tell 'em to tighten up slightly."<br><br>

Then again, as he recalled, the highest authority had a notorious history of underestimating the people they considered their subordinates, and he didn't know the people who ran O.N.O.E.S. well enough to know whether or not this was the case with them. Maybe it was just that. He gave a little nod to Jane when she mentioned her club. "Might wanna make the call," he mused, folding his arms across his chest with a smirk, "I'm already packed."
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Malo de Longcamp - August 28, 2010 07:58 PM (GMT)



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malo offered a smile at Jane before he shifted his position and then bit his lip."New old, civilization... Yoda speak, River? Seriously?" He said slipping his hands in his pockets before thinking about the preparations he would have to do. It would be simple, he just needed to cancel a string of dates, and make sure that the investments were done. Anything that he couldn't sign in the next ten minutes would have to wait.
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He shook his head at River and sighed. "I'm going to go and grab my bags." He said chewing on his bottom lip. "And make a call, so I shal be back in ten minutes." Malo said nodding again before walking out the door.
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"Huh," Jane said simply, chewing on her tongue as she thought that over. A new old civilization. This would certainly be interesting. Which meant this trip called for her Prepare For Anything bag. She nodded when Malo said he needed to make a call and left the room. "Yes sir, boss," she smirked, giving River a small salute and little bow before slipping out of the room to make her call. Things were getting back to the old ways again.
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River Jurgensen - August 30, 2010 07:43 AM (GMT)
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"Boss?" River murmured, arching an eyebrow at that. No, he was certainly feeling unamused after that.
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