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So, not that it matters, since I’ve been gone for nearly a week anyway, here’s another away notice. Possibly a permanent one. I don’t know.
But with NaNoWriMo, college applications, and everything else, I won’t be able to be as active on this blog as it requires.
Well, anyway. Thanks for a good two-week run.
—Jay
EDIT:
I was told to just make this a hiatus notice.
So it is a hiatus notice.
I'll be back eventually, I'm sure.
--Jay
OOC
So, not that it matters, since I've been gone for nearly a week anyway, here's another away notice. Possibly a permanent one. I don't know.
But with NaNoWriMo, college applications, and everything else, I won't be able to be as active on this blog as it requires.
Well, anyway. Thanks for a good two-week run.
--Jay
The volunteer sheet at the end of the hall had tons of people swarming around it. Cassie hovered near the edge of the group, hoping that they would clear out eventually. She wanted to get close enough to sign up--Lower Manhattan was a war zone, and while the National Guardsmen were doing a good job, the mayor had asked SHIELD to lend a helping hand (though anonymously, of course.)
@shieldagentstanton || black eyes, black souls
Were people ever ready to face the byproducts of downstairs? Cassie herself never felt quite completely ready, and perhaps she never will. “Better now than never,” she repeated, nodding, before taking a deep breath herself. She reached for the door handle then, yanking the heavy metal door away from its frame and slipping into the dark, musty corridor.
They’d studied blueprints of the building for a week and a half now, so Cassie felt like she knew where she was going. The demons were upstairs, in one big common room. Who knows what they would find up there—but the job had to be done, despite the unpleasant roll of anxiety that went through Cassie.
“First stairwell,” she whispered, glancing at Agent Stanton as they came up to it. It was dimly lit with weak autumn sunlight filtering through grimy windows, and it looked like it hadn’t seen the end of a custodian’s broom in forty years.
Vivian nodded, drawing her sword. An archaic weapon, but she had been assured that it was made from the finest iron, and she felt more comfortable with the metal in her hands. Since her department dealt with the nine realms, and not demons, she was not trained to deal with demons and therefore not given the guns necessary. But heaven and hell technically fell under the category of realms, and she was knowledgeable enough to know if it.
So here she was, to help Agent Poole. Forcing a smile, she nodded and motioned. “After you, agent,” Vivian whispered back, swallowing.
Their departments certainly dealt with two very different things, but on this mission, the higher-ups had decided to pair them together. Not that Cassie minded--usually she was on her own for these sorts of things, with a back up crew behind her. It was nice to have another agent with her.
She turned and nodded to the other agent and made her way up the stairs, her gun held in front of her. She kept her footsteps as light and silent as possible, using the thick coating of dust to her advantage.
Cassie paused at the top of the third staircase, glancing back for Agent Stanton. "They should be in a room at the end of this hall," she whispered.
And then, right in the middle of karaoke night...
PENELLIS FEELS SLAPPIN’ YA IN THE FACE!!
@shieldagentstanton || black eyes, black souls
Cassie glanced at the agent standing beside her and hoped beyond all hopes that things would go alright. The building they were in front of was a dilapidated apartment house just outside of The Bronx—and inside was a group of demons who’d been showing some serious activity. In the last week alone, they had murdered, robbed from, and possessed dozens of people. It had to be dealt with, so SHIELD sent Cassie, and Agent Stanton.
“You ready?” she asked, glancing at the other woman. Cassie reached into the back of her jeans and pulled out her pistol, checking the cartridges again. There was a bottle of holy water strapped in her thigh holster and the exorcism scribbled on her forearm—just in case.
“Not really.” Vivian gripped her sword, tighter, staring at the woman next to her. “I’m still not sure what we’re up against, but better now than never, right?” she tried to smile, her lips twitching into a grimace as she took a deep breath. Demons. Angels. It was possible that they were just from other realms. Of course. Not a problem. But it still felt wrong. So strange and outside of her comfort zone. Still, orders were orders, and she took a deep breath and nodded.
“Alright. Ready when you are, agent.”
Were people ever ready to face the byproducts of downstairs? Cassie herself never felt quite completely ready, and perhaps she never will. "Better now than never," she repeated, nodding, before taking a deep breath herself. She reached for the door handle then, yanking the heavy metal door away from its frame and slipping into the dark, musty corridor.
They'd studied blueprints of the building for a week and a half now, so Cassie felt like she knew where she was going. The demons were upstairs, in one big common room. Who knows what they would find up there--but the job had to be done, despite the unpleasant roll of anxiety that went through Cassie.
"First stairwell," she whispered, glancing at Agent Stanton as they came up to it. It was dimly lit with weak autumn sunlight filtering through grimy windows, and it looked like it hadn't seen the end of a custodian's broom in forty years.
@shieldagentstanton || black eyes, black souls
Cassie glanced at the agent standing beside her and hoped beyond all hopes that things would go alright. The building they were in front of was a dilapidated apartment house just outside of The Bronx--and inside was a group of demons who'd been showing some serious activity. In the last week alone, they had murdered, robbed from, and possessed dozens of people. It had to be dealt with, so SHIELD sent Cassie, and Agent Stanton.
"You ready?" she asked, glancing at the other woman. Cassie reached into the back of her jeans and pulled out her pistol, checking the cartridges again. There was a bottle of holy water strapped in her thigh holster and the exorcism scribbled on her forearm--just in case.
Well, this is one way to make an impression on people.
Cassie watched the electric kettle with a fixated eye, waiting for it to boil. The Unnaturals Division's little kitchenette was empty save for her, and she took this as an excellent opportunity to make some tea. She was buried up to her eyeballs in files and reports from her absence--it almost made her wish she hadn't gone to the mountains to track that Wendigo.
Someone stopped in the doorway, making her look up. "Oh!" she said, surprised, but smiling. "How are you? Haven't seen you in a while, stranger."
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hi everyone!
since i've recovered from my bad couple of days, i've decided to come back and give this another try.
also, due to hurricane sandy coming up the coast, if i'm not around on monday, i've lost power and all that bad stuff.
so yeah.
hi again!
--jay
Away Notice
FROM THE DESK OF AGENT CASSANDRA POOLE
October 23, 2012
To Whom it May Concern:
I'll be in Colorado for a few days tracking a Wendigo. Should anyone need to contact me, please email me or leave a message on my cell phone. All paperwork should be put in my inbox for when I return.
Regards,
Agent Cassie Poole
[Anyway. I'm in a really bad place emotionally right now and this isn't making me feel any better. I'll be back in a few days when this blows over.]
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[After class I can write up a starter! Intergalactic and Unnaturals haveta team up maybe?]
[I'd love that, actually! And yeah, they can team up!]
[I know I'm new and you guys don't know me and stuff. But does anyone want to RP? Anyone? I'm dying over here.]
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Natasha flicks through the file as Cassie works, taking the proffered information with a nod of thanks. After absorbing what’s before her, she looks up at Cassie, free hand drifting to where her gun is holstered. “Well, if there’s one on offer, Agent…” She consults the front of the file. “Poole.”
Cassie watched as her hand hovered near the gun in the holster on her hip. She glanced at the other woman’s face and saw it as nothing but an unreadable mask. Romanoff was the best in the business—her poker face was just her face. “If you want. I could clear it with Agent Morgan, and get you on a flight to Norway in the next twenty-four hours.”
“No need to clear it with Agent Morgan,” Natasha informs her, enfolding the printed sheets inside the file. “I’ll be on a flight within the hour.” She’s bored of being stuck in HQ - she’s always thrived in the field, and being deprived of that simply makes her irritable. “Thank you for your assistance, Agent.”
"...Right." She didn't know how Agent Morgan would react to that, of course. But whatever, if Romanoff didn't want her saying anything, then she won't. She didn't want to piss off the best assassin in the business. "You're welcome. Anytime. Tell me how it goes when you return."
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Cassie put her feet up on her desk and reached for the bottle of Jack Daniel's. She clicked onto cnn.com and put on the debate, pouring herself a shot. "Alright, boys," she said to no one in particular, "let's get to debating."
