Don't Assume Anything

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Ⲣⲓⲛⲛⲉ𝖽 ⲣⲟ⳽ⲧ - Semi-selective, medium to low/sporadic activity independent original character rp. Multi-verse. Multi ship. Crafted with care by Maven. 30+. Only interacting with those 21 and over. No discord available. Writing experienced: 15+ years. EST based.

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Intimidation was something that had long been left in the past. Thalia knew better than to take most individuals and most threats at face value. Words were as much a weapon as any knife or gun that she had ever held. The thinly veiled ones? They were some of the most enjoyable to take, to twist, to so easily spit back at the one who had thought they had the upper hand. Her posture remained relaxed, expression at ease if not even a little amused. The man before her was smiling. Confidence that bordered far too far into the side of cockiness. Clearly, he thought he had won the fight. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Caleb ready to jump between. Something that would hardly be needed. They had run in the same circles for a number of years but this was the first time that they had actually worked anything that would put them in such close proximity and even forced them to work together. She didn't entirely know how he would react. She thought she had enough respect that he would allow her to handle it on her own.

"Now," she began slowly. Eyes flickered around the room before landing solely on the attempt at a threat that stood before her. "There is a problem with that. This isn't any sort of dick measuring contest. Despite what your currently fragile ego might like to tell you." Still calm, still collected. "So, I see this as you having two options. One, you turned around and head right back out that door. Not cause any trouble. Or two, you get humiliated in front of a small group of people, be forced to tuck tail and run. And still not get accomplished what you want here today. What will it be? Because we surely don't have all day." The words, in combination with the balise attitude did nothing more than piss the man off. Before he could fully raise his arm, Thalia had moved. Immediately out of the line of fire and shifting to a power control position as she grabbed him into a standing wrist lock, instantly having control over his frame as his shoulder torque.

"Option number two it is." The man cursed her out. "Caleb, you want the honors of seeing who the man is and what sort of trouble he is looking to cause for us? Looks like there is a wallet in the back pocket."

@corsetslacedup

[lunarrps]

Well this put a potential wrench into things. Someone else seemed to be here to help work security, by the looks of it she could potentially know some stuff. Hopefully not too much stuff. She didn't look FBI and didn't flash her own badge in return, so that was good. Dean played it cool as he nodded in response to her question. "That's right, ma'am," he replied, he side glanced over at the secretary, deciding this probably wasn't the best area to go into further detail.

His back straightened as he adjusted his suit and followed Thalia. "Pleasure to meet you by the way," he threw over her shoulder as they walked. All business. Got it.

He glanced around for a moment, making sure that if he was going to talk there weren't too many prying ears. Though, it was better to save more details until they got to the office. "So I see the place has beefed up security?" He asked curiously. "Lots of troubled teens getting into trouble that often or this a special occassion?"

Part of him wanted to pry to ask what agency she worked for, but he was already asking enough questions as it was. For now, he'd keep the nosy part of him quiet. But the need to know was going to itch at the back of his brain until he knew more.

@oflegaciesandfate

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Thalia knew that at times, she didn't look like much. A fact that had served her well over the years. Exeperience and training all lent themselves to her being able to handle far more than first appearances gave away. It also meant that she was sharper than most would give her credit for. While nothing about this situation sat right, she knew that there were avenues where it could be legitimate so she had to tread carefully. The last thing that was needed to actually bring the heat of an agency down upon this place. Hardly what she was getting paid for and certainly wouldn't end up helping any sort of reference.

The question gave pause, mainly to wrangle in the knee jerk response that wanted to come at rhe seemingly flippant question. Some of these kids had no one who gave a shit about them. No one else in the world to rely on. Her being here was as much for them as it was for the paycheck. Not every kid was the next top of the most wanted list like everyone seemed to think.

"Here to help ensure that those who truly are troubled can't cause too much of an issue and equally to ensure that anyone on the outside can't cause issue for the kids that just need a place." Her voice had remained level, something for which she was thankful for. Thalia could have been working as what amounted to a private military member and yet, she was here analyzing and setting up a mew security system for a troubled youth center. No one could say her heart wasn't in the right back.

"What brings the FBI around?" She asked, no frills, no bullshitting, as they stepped into the office. Instead of sitting, she leaned against the desk and crossed her arms over her chest. Closed off but listening. Not entirely defensive but ready to be if needed.

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[rebeccalouisaferguson]

REBECCA FERGUSON on the red carpet for "Peaky Blinders: The Immortal Man" Global Premiere in Birmingham, England | March 02, 2026

[lunarrps]

⋆༺𓆩🗡 just another hunt ; dean winchester & thalia brenton ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ@oflegaciesandfate

The town was like every other one. Strange happenings here and there that could've easily been missed. But not to Dean.

Some graves had been dug up outside of town, a lot had dismissed it as teens playing pranks or the influx of random rumors of riches buried in those graves. The ideas had Dean scoffing when Sam went over the details with him. Why wait ten years or longer before digging it up? Why now? Something wasn't right. He needed to go check out these graves for whatever signs were left behind. His mind screamed Ghoul, but he needed to be sure.

Then came the first signs of something that could point them in any direction. No one appeared to be missing. Only thing that caught any attention was a splash of blood from a scuffle and of course the police cleaned it up and didn't think twice. They dismissed it as some sort of fight between two kids who had a rough life seeing as the incident took place not far from some outreach program for kids in need.

Again. Dean wasn't buying it.

He told Sam he could handle this one alone, if it was a Ghoul or Vampire or anything related he was more than capable of handling it alone. At first his brother refused but Dean found a way to convince him. He wouldn't be far, just far enough to let Dean sniff it out alone for now.

Dean dressed up in his usual attire to play Mr. FBI and headed out toward the building where the blood had been found. He entered the building and greeted the secretary there with a warm smile full of charm. "Hey there," he said with a slight purr in his tone. "Agent Norton, FBI. Do you mind if I ask your staff a few questions about the incident beside your building?" If they even saw anything. He wasn't sure why he was starting here at first, but something in his gut told him to. He flashed his badge 'John Norton'. All the flashy FBI details in order thanks to Bobby. Then tucked it right back into his jacket pocket so they couldn't look at it too closely.

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It wasn't often anymore that Thalia worked jobs with anyone. Typically, she much preferred working on her own. Evaluating and coming up with the plans was far easier when she knew exactly what needed to be done. It helped taking jobs that she knew wouldn't be difficult to handle or ones that she didn't necessarily feel bad about. But, ever so often, there was a need to bring in a second body. The place was big, or there was something that she wasn't confident about, or simply because it made someone more at ease. After all, there was still some prejudice about the fact that she was who she was in the field that she worked in. Her coworker came recommended by someone that Thalia trusted, so she didn't think much about it.

What was far more atypical was the presence of any federal agency on what she worked. Maybe once or twice, she had been called in by someone she knew. But to have them appear? It didn't sit right, sending up red flags in her mind. It was the reason she agreed to meet with whoever had shown up to begin with, testing out the waters and judging the situation for herself. Couldn't do that if there was no interactions.

When she arrived, the secretary was all smiles and giggled over the agent that was leaning on the desk. Not too much a concern. Well, at least in terms of where her mind was going.

"Agent Norton," she greeted. Assessing. Observing. "Thalia Brenton. I'm currently hired by the facility to sort out security. You're here to ask some questions?" She offered her hand for a shake, giving a polite but professional smile. Caleb, her current partner in crime, so to speak, wasn't present, which meant she had the responsibility of handling the current situation. "We can chat in the office. I'm sure that I can provide what you might need in there as well."

She motioned for the man to follow her through the building as she turned on her heel. It was better to get him away from the secretary, though that wouldn't go unattended. It was an obvious weakness if she was going to sit there and twirl her hair for anyone who flashed a smile.

@lunarrps

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"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

i've dealt with enough pain over the years.

[linusbenjamin]

Silo —1.02, Holston's Pick

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