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[Hey! The OW RP community isnât working out for me so Iâll be on semi-hiatus in case things pick up. Might even be switching gears. Semesterâs starting, too, right? Good luck to all of you guys starting the new semester!Â
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   â CAPTAIN. imogen. â her men seemed to stiffen around her, each of them all-too familiar with her disdain for title misuses. imogen, however, kept her features calm. holst was new to this life; she could let his SLIP UP slide this time. â or commander. whichever you fancy more. â she graciously accepted her prize & dipped her head. ( who said ruthless pirates couldnât be polite? )Â
   a buzz in her ear from one of her scouts brought the approaching vessel to her attention & a smile to her lips. imogen held the case out to one of her crew members, who quickly took it in exchange for the confiscated knife & firearm, & handed it back to holst, as promised. the sooner she could get this talon filth off her deck, the BETTER. how they got off, she didnât really careâŠ.
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She dipped her head and took the case. Yes, fine, okay. Captain Imogen it was.
As his partners finally arrived and parked their boat in the ship's shadow, the pirates scrambled on the deck like a pack of howling dogs. They yanked the prisoners by the collar, dragging them so hard that the heels of their shoes peeled the floorboards and their faces turned suffocating red, eyes bulging. Holst, help. do something.
"Seems like a bit of a waste, donât you think?" she wondered just because she could. Emil took back his gun and switchblade.Â
"Does it matter? It's your win either way."
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   imogen shot a glance back at the counterfeit, her face none the more satisfied. sheâd been WAITING for this moment. oh, sheâd been planning it since the very day that damned cesspool of an organization had crossed her. the only reason sheâd made no attempts to tear them from throat to crotch was because they still held VALUE to herâââin that they still paid well ( better than most nowadays ). & they had considerable resources that she found useful.Â
   so this little DEMONSTRATION was something of a t r a d e. twenty ( well, EIGHT) lives for one attempt on hers.Â
   â my my, the sharks were HUNGRY today, werenât they? â she nodded her head, giving the okay to open the cage doors, let the surviving men out. â you couldnât have been down there more than fifteen minutes. â some of the operatives shot her glares, others looked at her with fear, & others still avoided her gaze as best they could. another nod from their captain had the pirates tossing the cage & the bodies back overboard. if talon wanted them, they could fish them out themselves.Â
   â ah-ah ah~ â a lilt ran through her chime, its high note carrying a faint sting felt just in the back of the head. it made her men & the operatives alike cringe. imogen turned on her heel, stood before holst once more, ( my, she was SMUG. ) â MY gun first. please. â she held her hand out, wordlessly demanding her part of the bargain. her crew circled once more, adding extra security to the tradeââânot that there was anywhere else to go but OVERBOARD with the dead.
The hum pierced his ears and an invisible twitch throbbed under his eye. He smiled, but it had no sincerity.
âYou are a very demanding woman, Ms. Imogen.â
In truth, he hated her. He hated how self-satisfied she was, how she intimidated him even now, how she gave him front row seats to the bodies of men torn apart by sharks--a threat to Talon. He even hated her hair and those goddamn blue eyes. But he hated a lot of things. Emil picked up the brief case, jabbed the number pad twelve times to disarm the security system, then handed it off.Â
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   oh she did hate talon. they paid well ( even if it was like pulling teeth to get a good deal ), but the BACKSTABBINGâââthat was a little difficult to ignore. & imogen wasnât one to FORGIVE so easily. not over matters like this.Â
   but a weapon of this caliber, & the location of a long-lost treasure stash could ALMOST make up for it. almost. her expression lit up, & pearly whites peeked out through grinning lips. she tipped up her glass, finishing off her drink, but didnât let her gaze look away for fear that the prize might vanish.Â
   â now THAT is a pretty weapon, â she said, voice almost a p u r r. only when the ship stopped, & a buzzing sounded in her ear from one of her crew up top, did imogen look away from the case contents. she set her glass down & stood up, now-freed hand taking his untouched glass. she raised it to him, then downed it as well, & made her way back to the doors.Â
   â weâre here, mister holst. my men are hauling yours up as we speak. â she pushed the doors open, bright sunlight nigh blinding, & led them back topside where several pirates huddled around a CAGE laden with soaked talon operatives. sea water tinted with red slicked the deck, but imogen paid it no mind.Â
   â TWENTY of them, right? are there still twenty in there? â hands folded behind her back, the siren approached the cage to look the captives over. each wore a rebreather, so theyâd never been in danger of DROWNING ( at least not in the short span of time theyâd been down there ) but the s h a r k s âŠ. well⊠there were twelve men in varying degrees of injury, & eight PARTIAL bodiesâŠ.
âBring âem up!â
Emil locked the case, followed her out the door, then stepped out on deck squinting into the blinding white light. The sun beat down on him and he noticed ocean water slopping on the floor boards, licking his shoes.
It was red with diluted blood.
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Chest full of fire, electrical, wide spread, neural implosion. He breathed with pain like inhaling chemical warfare and the world spun around him, blacking in and out, in and out, until the black, fuzzy edges of his vision consumed the world whole. There were voices far off. Or not. Their words garbled together like listening to the world carry on from the dark depths of an empty pool.
HC: Films and Hobbies
Emil is not a lover of many things, but film is a great exception. Since his youth, he must have spent fifteen hundred hours alone staring at the flashing screen. When heâs not busy with a job, heâs sure to be hunkered down in front of the television absorbing the story or re-watching old-time favorites so often he remembers every line of every character. He has a soft spot for Itâs a Wonderful Life; it was a Christmas tradition for him and his grandfather Lucas, who ran a small old-fashioned movie house in Gothenburg. It was Lucas who opened Emilâs eyes to the world of cinema, to all of its rich, unique genres as diverse as all the ice cream flavors in the world. Emil learned how to operate a movie projector through his grandfather, too, and little did Lucas know just how deep Emilâs love for the silver screen ran⊠until he started skipping classes and falling asleep in their movie house during closing hours.
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   one brow quirked, imogen followed her guestâs gaze to her collection of weaponry & trophies. did he think sheâd use such priceless items on something as LOWLY as him? how CUTE. it brought a tight little smirk to her lips.Â
   â why? itâs simple, really. â the siren rounded her desk & retrieved two glasses & a bottle of rum from one of its cabinets. delicate hands twisted the bottle open & filled each glass with a splash of the spirits, one of which she nudged in holstâs direction. whether heâd drink it or not was up to him. â i didnât want any more talon STINK on my ship. â she sipped her drink nonchalantly, icy hues boring into his.Â
   â i am a woman of my word until i am crossed, mister holst. i said youâd get your men, & you WILL. but firstâŠ. â she gave the case locked in his grip a pointed glance. â letâs see what weâre bargaining here. open the case, if you wouldnât mind. â naturally, her tone suggested she didnât care if he minded or not.Â
He watched the rum slosh and swirl, feeding himself the idea that if heâd just steady himself, sheâd have no reason to kill him. Not today.
âFair enough.â It was all he knew to say.Â
Setting the case onto her desk, Emil ignored her drink, but not the way she talked down at him. But he was Talon. She hated Talon. And he was unarmed and alone in a ship crawling with red-faced pirates whoâd kill to pack him in a barrel and roll him overboard. He braced himself, dared to look straight into her sharp blue eyes, then punched in the code.
Inside was a heavy weapon and a small cube-like device. They were protected by a biotic field.
âI suppose my managers havenât given you the full details on our little exchange beyond a valuable prototype,â he started, slipping his hands into his pockets. âAnd, of course, the location to Ms. Chingâs fortune.â
Ching Shish, the infamous Chinese pirate queen, dead centuries ago. He didnât bat an eye as the ship creaked to a stop.
Commutative Law
Emil wakes up with a parched throat and a sickening throb nestled behind his bad eye. It hurts, he moans in his head, but he ignores it until one hour later when itâs progressed into a splitting earthquakeâan 8.0 on the Richter scaleârattling the contents of his skull. Low barometric pressure. A rumble of thunder echoes through the sullen sky and it confirms his suspicions.
â you shouldn't write with a dull pencil. it's pointless. â
Emil sighed, half tired and annoyed, and looked up. He was forging a signature for an old, weather-beaten paper. It was his third interruption tonight.
âIâm sorry. Did I ask? Is everyone ready to leave now?â
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   for the second time in not FIVE MINUTES imogen had holst at her mercy. she held him at knifepoint for several moments more, if only to make sure her point was CLEAR, then rocked back on her heels & replaced the knife in its rightful place on her arm. a click of her tongue, & her men too slowly lowered their weapons.Â
   â GOOD. back to your posts, boys. weâve got two minutes to get to mister holstâs men before weâre late for this trade. â mumbled â aye, captain âs rose from the crowd, &, just as slowly, the pirates backed off, slinked back to their posts around the ship like the obedient dogs they were. imogen herself continued on-course to her cabin & pulled the door open so her guest could enter first.Â
   â now about that drinkâŠ. if you wonât have one, iâm more than happy to drink for the both of us. â
She kept the knife pressed against his nose. The ocean lapped against the hull, and she pulled back.
ââŠItâs your ship. I really donât care,â Emil breathed.
As soon as the door opened, he waited, untrusting, hesitant, then finally slipped in with his hand wound tightly around the case.Â
It was quieter in here. Sunlight bled through the holes of hanging fishnets and the darker corners of her room were lit by the dim glow of humming monitors. Emil smelled the sharp odor of ocean salt that clung onto every surface. It started coating over his skin and seeping into the fabric of his clothes.
They were alone now, away from the crew. And yet he wasnât safe.
âThe arrangement is in two minutes, and youâre hiding them away instead of holding them on board,â he finally said, but only after a long stretch of silence. âYou never said why."
Paranoia warned him she was planning something. He glanced at the weapons on her wall.
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   â TRUST me? â an airy chuckle left her lips. she shot a glance over her shoulder, an amused twinkle in her eyes. â weâre PIRATES, mister holst. whatâs there not to trust? you can put as much faith in me as i put into YOU & your organization. â which was to say, not much at all.Â
   â i know what was said, & iâm very aware of the time. if youâll look at any clock, youâll see we still have three minutes until the exchange is to take place. thatâs plenty of time to get to your men. fret not, mister holst, you will get them. â another glance over the shoulder indicated she was listening, & that she was WATCHING the man carefully. everyone was watching him, scrutinizing his every move. one step too far out of line, & theyâd all be ready to spring.Â
   STRIKE TWO. imogen stopped abruptly, chin lifting. â that sounds like a THREAT, mister holst. â the siren spun on her heel, knife pulled from the straps on her bare arm, & pushed its tip just into the manâs nose. height differences be damned; SHE was the one with power here. a sharp yank would slice his nostril open if he wasnât careful. â i encourage you to remember exactly WHERE you are & who youâre dealing with. â
He barely caught her spinning on her heel when she whipped out a knife and stuck it in his face. Quick as a switchblade, he reached for the inside of his pocket for his pistol, his knife, but like heâd been struck by lightning he remembered: they took it.
All around, the ship stirred.
The pirates left their positions, their hands pulling out guns and blades and rifles, creeping closer. Emil was frozen in place. Any sudden movement now and out of instinct they might charge at him and feed him full of bullets and swords. He kept his face as straight as possible, but there was resentment and a silent, growing anticipation.
ââŠOkay,â he said, trying to maintain his pride. âYou have my guarantee.â
But her men stayed surrounding him, guns raised.
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  The moment the man seemed to refuse her request, the folder of vital information sheâd kept so close to her person so protectively pushed aside so simply (as though she had just shown him a boring essay), mechanical hands-itching to wrap around something soft and fleshy- slammed down onto the table hard enough to rattle his PRECIOUS dossiers and nearly crack the surface.
     âIt is unfortunate.â She spoke, meeting his gaze with her own as her tone held a note that was almost threatening in its venom. âBut thatâs why I came to you.â Â
      Find them. Her eyes seemed to say, almost cloudy in bare hatred at the thought of the agents.
                                         Find them now.Â
She struck the desk and his dossiers rattled.
There was anger behind her eyes. Her voice was sharp, rough with a loaded threat and fueled by hatred. He could tell this was important to her. Maybe too important. He glanced down to her arms, those metallic white arms that shined and reflected the image of his face.Â
At last, she had his full, undivided attention.
"You want my services in finding four men whoâve fled the country under unknown circumstance. They want to be hidden, and they will undoubtedly take absolute measures to remain that way, putting me at risk. Your most recent location is two weeks old which leaves me a point zero five eight percent chance of finding one man. And you want me to do this,â he huffed, stone-faced, â...all for our employersâ best interest.âÂ
Almost like he was being asked to endanger himself out of the goodness of his heart. He wouldnât.
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December 3rd. The nights were long now. Growing longer. Emil sat in quiet solitude within the four walls of his compartment, watching the stars and the city lights blur past him like motion sickness, his breath fogging the frosted window. He looked down at his watch for the time. 6:30. He had been on the train for three hours. He closed his eyes and, soon, fell into a fitfull sleep where he dreamt of nothing at all.
He arrived in Gothenburg near midnight. The snow crunched angrily under his shoes and the cold nipped at his nose, his ears. His grandfather never left this city. Emil jammed his cracked hands into his pocket, opened his mouth against the warm fabric of his scarf, and trudged down the streets twinkling beneath the early Christmas lights.
Soon, he told himself. Soon.
Near the sea now. He could make out the cityâs lights dancing over the surface of the water, black as leprosy. He stopped at the snowy shore and gazed at the entirety of the Baltic. The stars shined. The ferries were docked, dead and still. Emil remembered how his grandfather loved it here in the summers. He loved basking in the sun, breathing in the salty breeze, wasting time trying to break the world record for most sand crabs caught. He was dead. Gone from heart failure. His ashes were scattered to the wind and sea.
Emil flipped the coin in his pocket. It was for good luck, Lucas had told him, but he was 32 now and jaded and worn and he didnât believe in luck and fairy tales anymore. He pulled it out from his coat, holding it up so that it was the same size beside the silver-faced moon. Blow on it for good luck, Emil, like this, and thenâŠ
He threw his hand back.
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   thin lips pursed in thought. already heâd broken her trust ( not that there had been much to begin with; talon was a HARD agency to trustâââespecially considering what theyâd tried in the past ); such an offense made it difficult to proceed. but she had the counterfeit surrounded, & sheâd yet to hear any reports of FOUL PLAY from her scouts boating around the area. ocean eyes drifted down to the case.Â
   â iâm afraid i donât have your men WITH ME, at the moment, â she started, â but theyâre only a short ride away. â imogen tossed her head, giving a silent cue to her men to fall into their places aboard the vessel. several scrambled to lift the anchors, while others rushed to secure the solar sails, & one took up post at the shipâs wheel so they could begin their journey.Â
   imogen strode past holst, towards her private quarters, expecting him to follow. â now that weâre CLEAR, would you care for a drink, mister holst? â
She didnât have them with her. Suspicion crept up on him like a shadow, lingering, but he followed despite his better judgement. He had little choice.
âYou gave us your word youâd have our men at the agreed time,â he reminded, ignoring her offer. âWhich makes me wonder if I should trust you at all.â
He shouldnât trust any of them. Even now, as he followed five steps behind her to her cabin, he stole glances at the crew. They were hoisting their sails and lifting their anchors, spitting overboard and throwing squinted glares at him. Her quarters was just coming into view now, and he became more aware than ever of just how vulnerable he was; alone on this ship, no weapon...Â
"You obviously value your empire,â he said, seemingly admiring her ship. âItâd be a waste if my organization destroyed whatâs so rightfully yours.â
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âAgain.â
No, not again. His body tensed, every part of him screaming for him to beg, but he was too late.
The second wave. It was stronger this time. In an instant an electric current burst in his entire core and jolted him stiff, seering through his capillaries and rippling through to every square inch of his body like a flood, a spark. It was over in just three seconds. He quivered, the electricty still lingering inside, and panted. There would be more.
Mads Mikkelsen as Le Chiffre (Casino Royale)
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Crackâthere goes the veneer of her facade as she turns to stare at the agent pointing at the cart. It feels like a slap in the face, being ordered to use her medical skills to inflict pain. She has half a mind to spit in his face and storm off, but she knows what awaits those who disobey ordersâ-and she canât bear the thought of being at the mercy of these people who derive satisfaction from torture.
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He was paralyzed, but he could not stop the trembling in his jaw. His neck. His hands. Her heels clicked against the concrete floor and he flinched.
He was scared. The fear seeped through his bones and ate away at him from the inside. If he doesnât give them what they want, they kill him. If he spills everything--sells out everyone--then one of these days when he finally believes heâs safe enough to sleep, he will be shot and his body bloating on the surface of a lake. Emil squeezed his eyes shut but it did not help. Her heels stopped echoing and he knew she was beside the cart.