I am far-reaching consequences

Commander Reacher Caro, MI7: Unnatural, unearthly and unedifying. At least, that's what we deal with. Fairies in your garden? God in the flat next door? Your professor is an alien? We've got it under control. [Independent OC. I do not own Tahmoh Penikett, etc. The magic system I use is stolen wholesale from the Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson, because it's good fun. Go read him. Feel free to drop in, I'm always happy to meet new people.]

[reachercaro]

"oh, he doesn't seem bi," "I think he's lying," "I'm gonna call him a cunt when I don't think he can hear."

[tellurianwitch]

+reachercaro

[reachercaro]

He nods. “The argument in favour of it says that it’s just accelerating a relationship, but I’m not buying it. Plus, there was an incident a few months back where someone tried to tap it to get their ex to go out with them again. Woman got her left eye torn out. We figure that negative relationships get enhanced in the opposite direction.” He shudders a little. “But yes, much too dubious for my taste. So, that bit of warmth I was asking about?”

[tellurianwitch]

"Relationships aren’t meant to be accelerated," she said indignantly. "They’re meant to be lived at whatever pace both parties are comfortable with. Why can’t they just enjoy life as it happens and not ‘skip to the good bits’." She rolled her eyes and sighed before glancing at him, down at his suit. Regulating her own body temperature was easy. Other people’s? More tricky. But she was nothing if not clever. "Where did you get this?" Her fingers plucked at his sleeve and the heat retention of the fabric doubled through. "It’s nice."

[reachercaro]

He holds up his hands. "Woah there, I agreed with you. I mean, I can see the temptation, but as you say, it's much better to not cheat this kind of thing." He opens his mouth to reply, and then smiles as he feels the warmth of the jacket go up almost instantly. "Well, we get a hell of a lot of danger pay, and it's gotta go somewhere. I think this one was made by a tailor in Singapore. Beautiful fabric."

[punkwatcher]

+reachercaro

[reachercaro]

Throughout most of the proceedings, Reacher’s watching Adrian. Sometimes cases can go on for hours, or even days, if there’s the possibility that the accused is innocent. Case like this, though, all the judge needs to do is look at the evidence, get the nod from the safeguard, and sentence the filth. So since he’s not anticipating any surprises, he keeps a careful eye on the guest, and is getting more and more convinced that the shopkeeper is a hop, a skip, and a jump from killing everyone in the van just to get to the vampire. Man’s a psycho. More to the point, a hypocrite. Disapproving of our arrangement with civilised beings, but happy to let every Tom, Dick and Ted Bundy walk around his shop no questions asked.

And, of course, he has to start something. Andrea doesn’t even look up, bless her. “Agent Caro, will you kindly make sure that our guest doesn’t make a bigger fool of himself? This is a trial, not happy hour at a Wetherspoon. Presuming there are no more actual objections, I declare this trial closed.” Reacher moves over to Adrian, a grim smile on his face.

"You are here on my sufferance, but do not think that your behaviour reflects on mine - being an ass does only one thing, makes you look like an ass. I’m not being professionally embarrassed, because we are professionals, not armchair hunters who go on slaying sprees because we get bored every once in a while. No-one here would a blink an eye if I tossed you out of the lorry into the middle of the road, and believe me, that option is more and more attractive. So if you want to see this vampire executed, and if you don’t want  three quarters of your shop’s customers to suddenly vanish because the word goes around the department doesn’t like you, you will kindly stand still and shut up.” He provides all this information rapidly and in an undertone, which doesn’t stop the woman standing by the side from muttering to herself.

"Bloody Watchers. Make as many crazies as they kill."

[punkwatcher]

Funny bit was, Adrian was saner than usual. Impatient, sure. Not likely to suffer fools, definitely. But without an ancient hellgod screaming in his head to fuck and mutilate and murder, he was practically a normal human being—albeit one with an excessively strong intellect and flawless memory. Any instability viewed from the outside was more a sign of his ferocious Irish temper than anything else—which apparently Abaddon had kept mostly in check, only letting it loose when it suited the demon.

Being scolded like a fucking schoolboy didn’t help matters. Adrian had thrown punches for less. And at teachers, as well. When he was ten. Hell, he’d only attended his primary school once every few weeks. Still with top marks. He didn’t even have to try, which was most of the reason why he’d hated it. And then the Academy. And he showed up to class every day—granted, hungover most of the time—and he bit back boredom when the lessons went slow. Because it was important. He was learning about the other world that shared his own, the one that had crashed into his living room one night and ripped his life into pieces and fingerpainted it onto the walls. Literally.

He still had his incidents, knocking professors out flat when they sneered at his station in life or condescended that they were smarter simply because they were older.

So it was quite impressive that he didn’t immediately put Caro’s teeth through the back of his skull. Staring at the agent, that old itch was hard to squelch. Throw me out the back? God, could you be less creative? There was so much material to use. So many hard edges to bludgeon someone senseless. And now his thoughts had gone from escape plans to red-tinted violence. It warmed him in a way, soothed him enough that he could stay calm. Still he just stared evenly, the only sign a tenseness in his jaw and a subtle spark in blue eyes.

Eyes that snapped to the woman—oh he liked her possibly even less than Caro, which was nigh fucking miraculous—as he made a simple statement, simultaneously calm and tense.

"I’m not a fucking Watcher."

The punk kid in him almost tagged a '—you cow.' onto the end of it. But it was simply hilarious that she could even draw a comparison. Did these people even know the Watchers? Probably not. Most didn’t. They were the Shadow Men, after all. They’d been around since before the dawn of civilization, moving in tribes with the nomadic peoples of prehistoric earth. From the beginning, they observed, never interfered, never got their hands dirty. They artfully manipulated others into fighting, played chess with the world, and they were the sole reason the world had not been swallowed up into blackness before the first cities had finished being built.

Adrian was the polar opposite of what a “good Watcher” should have been. He fought at the drop of a hat. He was hot-headed instead of composed. In fact, it was only his sheer brilliance that made him Watcher material at all. But he hadn’t been one for years. He’d still been an angry little boy when he’d set fire to their vaulted library just to watch those smug smiles shatter into panic. Not a Watcher. Not anymore.

And yet he was good at faking that pristine Watcher control and dignity. And in a pinch, he could feign obedience to get what he really wanted. So he swallowed his pride—and the urge to slice the annoying prick in front of him from navel to hyoid—and simply tilted his head. “My mistake. Wasn’t aware sense of humor was banned in MI7 proceedings.” Okay, so he was backing down in strategic retreat. That didn’t mean he couldn’t still be a little shit. He took a step back to regain his position against the wall and the casualness of his stance. Finish playing your little game and I promise I won’t laugh. 

[reachercaro]

Everyone in the lorry shifts slightly, freeing up hands and feet. To be a field agent, you need a certain level of psychic receptivity, so all the bruisers are fully aware of just how angry the man is.

"Never said you were. Just said that you were yet another nutter pumped out by a group of nutters," she shot back.

"Agent Smythe, you will behave yourself as well," snaps Reacher.

"Sorry sir."

He turns back to Adrian. "Well, we tend to find that acting like adults and not football hooligans helps our reputation somewhat." Reacher can feel his own anger starting to bubble under his skin, and twists his head, focusing on his breathing, and returning to his spot near the trial table.

The lorry stops a few minutes later. Light floods in as the doors swing open, and the vampire hisses impotently. The cage is manhandled out by the three largest agents, with Reacher calmly following. He's under control again. The container lands on a set rails and is pushed down the track, its inhabitant still trying to struggle. Caro heads down the stairs, his pace measured. The lorry is inside a large, concrete courtyard covered with enough walkways and side doors to make it look like a circuit board. He arrives at the interrogation room and holds the door open for Adrian.

[tellurianwitch]

reachercaro replied to your post: #I wouldn’t call it pointless… “To-be-taken-off…

[reachercaro]

[tellurianwitch]

Whatever you’re thinking right now, no.

[reachercaro]

Ah, relax. Everyone looks better smiling.

[tahmoh-penikett]

[reachercaro]

I got better.

[tahmoh-penikett]

[reachercaro]

Reacher does a lot of DIY at home. He also acknowledges that the hair in the third set of pictures was a huge mistake.

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[reachercaro]

[Sorry guys, I moved into university a few days ago, and I'm still in the midst of freshers, so just consider me MIA for a few weeks]

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Jin Dachuan & Rock Ji

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[tellurianwitch]

reachercaro replied to your post: #I wouldn’t call it pointless… “To-be-taken-off…

[reachercaro]

[tellurianwitch]

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[tellurianwitch]

Miranda makes a face at the sidewalk in front of them and raises an eyebrow at him. “How does one store interpersonal relationships? How does one even quantify them? There’s nothing tangible about them.” It’s all just brain chemicals and thoughts so far as she can tell, and the latter is even less able to be captured. But, like her Reshi used to say (and still sometimes says), it’s magic, shut up and let it work.

[reachercaro]

He shrugs, but he’s still grinning. “You’ve got me. What happens, is while you’re depositing, you have less of a connection to other people - they become more distant, less friendly. Then, when you tap it, people begin to treat you like you’ve been friends for sometime - enhancing any connection you already have. The guys over in the R&D department are going wild, because they think it proves that on some level, having a relationship with someone creates some kind of quantifiable connection, which is what they think you’re depositing and tapping.” His mouth twists. “It seems a little too much like mind control to me, though, so I don’t use it. Neither does my partner.”

[tellurianwitch]

Her brows drew together in a frown. “That sounds a lot like mind control. Which I am against, for the record. Love potions included. Very very far from actual real consent.” An important topic for her. “I guess that proves it. But it’s magic. I mean, I could turn you into a newt but that wouldn’t mean there’s a measurable correlation between your humanity and newtitude.”

[reachercaro]

He nods. "The argument in favour of it says that it's just accelerating a relationship, but I'm not buying it. Plus, there was an incident a few months back where someone tried to tap it to get their ex to go out with them again. Woman got her left eye torn out. We figure that negative relationships get enhanced in the opposite direction." He shudders a little. "But yes, much too dubious for my taste. So, that bit of warmth I was asking about?"

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