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Post by Nathalia on Nov 7, 2009 3:43:41 GMT -5
A wiry Bipedal Rat glances up from a small stack of papers at the front desk and gives you a calculating look. His fur looks mussed and his small mane is flyaway, as though he has had a hectic morning.
He hesitates, then gestures to a sheaf of blue forms sitting to the side with a collection of dull pencils. ””Ere t’ sign up? Heh, y’won’t like it much, kin almost guarantee, but y’look fit...n’hell knows we need f’help.”
He moves around the desk and pulls down a small uniform shirt - it appears to be standard and pre-worn - and hands it to you.
”You’ll want t’ report t’ the Captain b’fore th’ day’s out. She’ll be around by noon, and make sure you keep your badge on you. I’ll ‘elp y’if I can, though I can’t guarantee anyfin’. Name’s Rodney, jus’ give us a call.”
After shoving the uniform your way, he grabs a small metal piece the size of a Human palm and shaped like a shield. Taking it back around to the desk, he shuffles for a small hammer and a tiny device with numbered rotary bits on it. Spinning the numbers around, he places it on the blank metal and slams it forcefully down. The imprint left in the metal defies his visual muscle mass and one can probably guess that the high-collared coat hides a Club marking of some sort.
””Ere ‘y go. ‘At’s yours ‘n no one else’s, righ’? Keep in touch, it can get dodgy around ‘ere.” So saying, he returns to the desk, digs into the papers, and proceeds to ignore you.------------------------------------------------------------------------------ If you have yet to educate yourself on the protocol of the Academy, please read this thread: decadentsuits.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=joining&thread=5437&page=1Then come on back. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Below, will be posted the assignments as they occur. |
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Post by Nathalia on Nov 7, 2009 3:45:14 GMT -5
Case 1:
Officers and Sergeants:
”Yeah, n’ g’morning t’ you lot too.
We’ve got two idiots down in th’ Outer Bazaar somewhere, stealin’ everythin’ they kin get their hands on.
Need you lot to drag ‘em back here, alive, a’righ’?
Y’come back wiff jus’ heads, n’ th’ Captain ‘ll have at you, new or not, they’re jus’ morons what need a few nights in the cells, from what I’ve seen of ‘em.
Got it?
Good, ‘ere’s their stats as best we’ve known ‘em; these two aren’t exactly “new” to us.
G’luck.”
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Name: Ragetti
Species: Mustelid (Weasel)
Gender: Male
Rank: Five
Suit: Spades
Realm: Corvistowne (Red)
Personality: Dim witted, and overall rather amicable, the police have been trying to get him to distance himself from his poisonous relationship with Pintel for quite some time. We’ve taken note that this particular specimen can often be persuaded to return stolen items and levy small fees if his partner has already been subdued and can no longer encourage him. If his partner is badly injured however...he is fast as hell, and capable of fighting like a demon.
Name: Pintel
Species: Canine (Terrier)
Gender: Male
Rank: Ten
Suit: Clubs
Realm: Corvistowne (Red)
Personality: Gruff, easy to anger, we’ve taken note that stints and unfriendly comments about his mum can get him angry enough to make mistakes, but if he really has his heart set, he’s smart enough to bull past you. He’s been known as a heavy hitter for quite some time now; dodge his blows and any “trinkets” he might throw at you. His short stature makes him difficult to tackle, but he runs slow enough that almost anyone we know of can catch him.
Charges: Gregarious and surprisingly talented pickpockets; they’ve taken to using a rather interesting Tove to help them lift things of late, though no one knows what the thing looks like.
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Requirements: You must have 15 posts (total), taking place in: one Realm, and two different places in the Capital before you will be able to locate the two miscreants.
Also, the answer to the following riddle must be PMed to Nathalia with the word “Riddle” in the title.
“What two things have mouths, yet cannot speak?”
The first three people to successfully guess the riddle after the 15 posts will be able to locate the two Corvies, the others will receive their RP points and be allowed to join, but not make it on the actual hunt.
Once the three have been chosen, the abilities of the two will be posted up for you to continue your battle.
Good luck.
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Slot #1: Lucca
Slot #2: Jenn
Slot #3: Kari
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"Good job all of you. Sorcha? M'gonna have t'ask you t'sit f'his one out...I 'unno what else f'hey might 'ave or what else f'at Tove might do. Rest of you?
'Ere's a bit more info I've scrounged...good luck."
Pintel: 10 of Clubs
Basic Magical Ability: He can go three days without needing to sleep.
Moderate Magical Ability: When activated, he can carry up to 100 lbs of extra weight for 24 hours straight, one day per week. He is left feeling tired and somewhat drained for the 24 hours following that period.
Strong Magical Ability: When activated, he can move or shift thick amounts of earth and clay around his arms to make his heavy punches more effective and less painful to himself.
Powerful Magical Ability: When activated, he can communicate with another Club he is acquainted with through any type of dirt or clay, though they can't respond back and he can only manage for thirty seconds a day.
This information is not known by the Police, but is for your rp reference
Smoke Bombs x 2: These tiny mechanical devices will blow up with a small firecracker spell three seconds after being thrown. They release a dense amount of very thick smoke that the thrower is immune to. The smoke lasts for about thirty seconds and can only be driven away by rather strong wind or Spades water spells, though the water won't get it to go away too quickly.
Dart Knife x 3: This thin bladed knife is only five inches long, but its end secretes a small amount of poison that causes heart palpitations for a full thirty seconds. The SD wielding them has always seemed fond of throwing the damn things. Chances are high that he'll have used one already that day to show off in a bar fight, up to you guys.
This information is not known by the Police, but is for your rp reference
Moderate Ability: Once a week, he is capable of muttering the words "Sit yourself down" and causing one or two SD that are 50 feet from him or less, to collapse to the ground at once. They will be able to get up again after thirty seconds have passed, but their legs will shake, making them slower, for the remainder of that day. This spell does not work on Diamonds.
Rags: Five of Spades
Basic Magical Ability: He can run up to 40mph in sprints and 20mph for up to an hour in extended runs, once a day. He is also capable of sudden, quick, blurred movements in thirty second spurts.
Moderate Magical Ability: When activated, he can see black-and-white clearly in the dark. This can be activated and deactivated at will. Should he look at a moderate to bright light with this ability activated, however, he will experience intense pain and be left with a splitting headache for up to one day.
This information is not known by the Police, but is for your rp reference
Running Boost: This SD is now able to use his speed ability as often as he likes. He may not always be bright enough to think of it, but his partner is...
Moderate Ability: This SD was born with the ability to fly into a berserker rage if triggered. His trigger is the injury of family and loved ones, not all injury, but if he deems it to be grievous enough...and he is a bit dim...he will lose all control over himself and cease to feel pain for a full minute. During this time, he will hurl himself all over any attackers, using any abilities at his disposal (including his speed), any rocks he can find, and his own claws and teeth to try to drive off the perceived threat. Most spells that are not at least 100p or King or higher will simply bounce off of him or not rise to his level of conscious acknowledgment during this time. Once the minute has passed though, he will find himself very weak and unable to use any spells for a full day afterward.
This information is not known by the Police, but is for your rp reference
Tove: This strange and weirdly ribbony creature is rather adorable when it isn't setting things on fire. Five times a day, it is able to shoot out five small blasts of fire. The fire catches quickly, though it doesn't burn as hot as it looks and people who are put to light will probably have more of a meltdown from the look of themselves engulfed in flame than from the actual pain. (Though it does hurt.) The fire gives off a heavy smoke and the flames are loud and crackling. The creature itself is flat enough to squirm under most doors and thin enough to get through most fences and enclosures. It responds very well to pet names and chocolate.
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Post by The Jenn on Nov 8, 2009 1:49:59 GMT -5
Fetu still wasn't sure if this was a good idea. Part of her said that she had no business being part of the city police, not with her vision handicap and her inexperience with combat. Another part of her thought it had to be an interesting job where she would interact with people but not have to like them, which was her preferred means of interaction with the general populace. Still a third part of her... Well, she needed money. Traveling, playing her drum, and selling handmade bead jewelry just wasn't enough to feed her anymore. People would always choose a Villa over a Hisstor for music if the choice was presented, and she had to eat. Even with her small appetite and general dislike of food, she didn't want to starve. There had been an advertisement for open positions at the station and she'd thought, well, she could at least apply. As a traveler for several years, she had fallen prey to more than one instance of petty crime. She'd been robbed, threatened, and once nearly raped. That lantern she'd found several weeks before had saved her skin on the occasion, however bizarre it had been to use. It was such a beautiful piece. Maybe her rank would be enough to get her in on its own? Probably not, but it couldn't hurt. Unless the person accepting applicants just hated Hisstors or Spades or Face Cards or rodents for some reason. ...probably not that last one, considering his own species. She had to wear a cheap pair of dark glasses that she'd found in the garbage one day to protect her eyes from the glare of the city. They apparently had a slight perscription to them, which screwed up her depth perception since her sight was just fine, but it was better than falling over and screaming in agony. Someone told her that they were lab glasses, which was why they had the side-lenses as well, also tinted. They'd saved her on more than one occasion, however much of a pain they were. If she got this job, maybe she could afford to buy herself a regular pair in a few weeks. Wouldn't that be nice. "Whether I like it or not, it's work, and not bad work," she replied in a neutral voice. She wasn't exactly "enthused" about the job, per se, but she wasn't dreading it. Her mind was painting it as a job like any other. Considering that she'd never had a real job before, that was a pretty inacurate painting. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Nov 8, 2009 2:11:33 GMT -5
She had graduated with distinguished honors. It didn't do her a lot of good considering she had the most useless degree in the history of Esterberry. She was a walking joke, and of course she couldn't find a job in a realm where a little piece of paper was everything. So the capital was the only option left for Petunia. And yet it was still next to impossible to find a job. Everyone expected her to do something ridiculous, or they thought she was nothing but a pretentious jerk before she even bothered to open her mouth. And then she found out about the police force. Dangerous as it may be, it sounded like she could actually do something with her life. She wouldn't be just another Esterberry know it all. The thought made her cheerful as she made her way through the door. Her wicked smile faded to something more suitable before she reached the man at the desk. Her ears twitched as she listened to him. "I'm sure it's more riveting than college."She took notice to the other person in the room. A Hisstor? CreepyBut that hardly stopped the canine mix from investigating. |
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Nov 8, 2009 2:41:52 GMT -5
((Er... Here's hoping that she's able to qualify. <3 Since her adult form in on the way, I'm hoping I can play her as either being an adult or being just on the cusp - like, 17 and 3/4s.)) After the death of her father, Sorcha just hadn't felt comfortable sticking around the Heart Court. She was more than old enough to live on her own, as her other siblings had done, but... For years she'd clung to her old life in the hopes that one day maybe she'd figure out a way to properly squirm herself into the Court and its happenings. Of course, that hadn't happened. If anything, the young woman just felt more strongly that she simply didn't belong in the Court. She wasn't meant for paperwork, which seemed to be all that anyone around her there did. More than that, she had little motivation to rank herself up further, which seemed as if it would be essential if she ever hoped to amount to anything more than a paper-pusher for her mother or her "dead" sister's ex-lover. Neither of those options exactly thrilled her. It wasn't until Seth died, however, that she realized exactly how discontent she actually was. Sorcha needed more from life. She needed something that would make her feel more complete, make her feel like she could potential make her mother proud. Right now, she just felt like a complete waste of space. It was too late for her to impress her father. She would have to work with the parent that she had left. The second she heard about the Police Academy, something in her brain clicked. Maybe she still wouldn't accomplish anything in the grand scheme of things, but at least she could feel like she did something to try for greatness. At least she could feel like she'd given it a shot. At least - that was how she'd felt before she'd set out to actually enlist at the Academy. Now that she was standing there, watching several other youthful-looking and extremely confident-looking people go to speak with the officer that seemed to be getting hopefuls set up with whatever they needed. The Heart swallowed back her fear, trotting into the line and giving the Esterberry that was in front of her a bright smile. Her orbs glowed softly, wavering as her nerves got the best of her, but she mustered the energy to make her way to the desk. Hah, so there was going to be paperwork here, too. " Hey there... Yeah, I'm sure it'll be better than sitting on my rump at the Court and workin' for my other siblings.[/color]" She gave him a bright smile, her orbs lighting up as she did. " Thanks for your help.[/b]" |
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Post by Nathalia on Nov 11, 2009 20:23:50 GMT -5
Three women?
Huh, Captain would be happy, that was sure.
The Rat nodded at the round of introductions, handed out badges after stamping them out with new numbers, and gathered up some poorly fitting uniforms.
"Ere y'are fhen, ladies. S'not f'he easiest fing out f'ere, but y' look like y'kin handle yourselves." He cast a dubious eye over the Bat mix with the odd smell.
"You, f'ough...Sorcha, was it? Y'kin go out wiv' f'ese two for some information gatherin', but I want you back 'ere f'paper work once they're on the trail, righ'?" He watched her face for signs of mutiny. "Nuffin' personal, but you're a bit young, n' s'more n' my job's wor' t' 'ave you hided on your first case, arigh'? Sides, I started out at f'he desk, hell, m'still 'ere 'alf f'he time, s'not bad, y'get t' boss f'he others around."
After watching them head out with a pad of paper and the information, he considered them.
First new gits to turn up in awhile.
A Heart, a Diamond, and a Spade...
He was rather glad his coat covered up his own mark, he hated it when recruits talked down to him.
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Post by Lucca on Nov 11, 2009 21:55:36 GMT -5
 Aberforth had rarely ever been to the Capital before, and if he had ever considered going here, it would have been to sell his wares (the reason he had never bothered being that he knew there were probably many more blacksmiths in the Capital than just about anywhere else, and he didn't really want to compete much for business, if he could help it. Not that he wasn't good at what he did, but he wasn't -the best-.) He would never have imagined himself ending up here, at the Capital Police Station. But he needed a change, that much was becoming clear. Something to spark his interest in life again. Or maybe, in the end, it was merely one more meaningless decision in the long string of meaningless decisions known as life. Yes, he was a cynical Goat. He preferred it that way. His hooves echoed oddly on the police station floor, but he ignored any odd looks he got for this, being well used to them by now. Ignoring anyone else who may be in the room, he glanced up at the Rat sitting behind the desk. With a cold pink stare, the Tulgey was sizing him up, not really seeming hostile, but not very friendly, either. " I'm here for a job," he stated simply, his Common holding a heavy accent that bespoke many years of speaking another language instead. Aberforth merely shrugged at the warning. He didn't see how it could be any worse than anything else life had to throw his way. The Rat--Rodney?--seemed businesslike enough, which Aberforth appreciated. The last thing he wanted was to get stuck with one of those 'I'm your boss, but I'm also your friend!' types. Because he knew what that really was: bull crap. ((Have a jaded, cynical, Tulgey goat!  )) |
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 16, 2010 0:41:15 GMT -5
((Second post information updated! You may begin collaborating on an arrest!))
~Nathalia
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Post by Satra on Mar 15, 2011 1:56:23 GMT -5
Victor felt a little uncertain walking into the police station. It had been years since he’d been here. The last time was when he left that anonymous tip under the cover of dark and while no one was looking. He’d always wanted to keep a low profile, hoping that he’d managed to cover up his old tracks enough to never be associated with it (hopefully, in theory, oh please God). But coming to ask for work from the police? What in the hell was he thinking?
It was all from that damned event. The devastation of the Lowlanders by the Marshdwellers, the poisoning of the Selkies... Something in him stirred and he felt he needed to do something. He considered a job helping analyze the water in the Selkie Lakes, but with what few remaining Lowlanders (and Selkies for that matter) continuing to be hunted down, he wanted something stronger. He had information, so even if he was rejected he at least had that to give them. Not to mention, thanks to his new friend he had a beautiful place to live now. He desired a new job that would help him keep it up with less stress and penny pinching.
He left Kirby at home in a jar as he didn’t want his disturbing new pet following him to a potential employer. It (he?) didn’t seem to mind the jar for short periods, but seemed to get bored with it after some time. Victor really needed to find an alternative to letting it ruin his unnervingly clean carpets. He’d given up on his fur. He was eternally scruffy and just had to deal with it. He entered the door and smiled at the Midrange mix that greeted him.
“Hello, sir. I have come to sign up, yes. Also, I have some information for you regarding the events that went on in the Selkie Lakes if you don’t already have enough.”
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