#clove modius

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NWRF 99 // BROOKLYN 99 STYLE

*BROOKLYN 99 THEME PLAYS BUT IN A CREEPY POST APOC WAY*

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COL22 EVENT  ╬  RUINA REX: “HOWL” ╬  part i

The lab techs always prepped with a bit more finesse—not to mention tension in their shoulders—on the mornings when Kaiser Bahr was scheduled to come in for testing. He could rarely be considered a cooperative participant, but ever since the New Wave, taking disruptive patients off the roster list for testing was no longer an option. Because now, it was political. Testing was mandatory not just for the sake of the scientific research, but also as a display of dominance and control. The Reformists couldn’t let a known Radical leader off the hook for testing purely for being disruptive, because then others could take that as a cue to follow suit. Besides, if they were trying to send a message about cooperation with Colony Officials and the New Wave Mandate, excusing a violent and disorderly Infected citizen from testing would be sending the wrong one. It was about principle, about setting a precedent.

So there was a palpable but familiar anxiety hanging quietly in the room as the looming German stalked into the testing unit, a correctional officer at each elbow.  Given how much time he’d spent in the correctional wing as of late, they might’ve cuffed him had he not been a Telekinetic. As it stood, cuffing him would only make him angry, and an angry Kaiser Bahr was a significantly challenging beast to control.

Now, there are many reasons why Lab Techs and Researchers beg the NWRF Reps not to interrupt during testing. On paper, a Rep is ‘allowed’ into the labs whenever they feel it’s necessary. But this work wasn’t theoretical; it was experimental and science didn’t care about politics. Passers through simply coming and going as they pleased was highly discouraged by the techs, and this particular morning, with Kaiser begrudgingly seated in a chair hooked up to an EEG, was an excellent example as to why.

Clove Modius insisted his interruption would be brief—he also insisted it was important. With instruction directly from Chancellor Quinn to clarify something in the most recent progress report on the classified work with the specimen sample, he walked with an important stride as he approached Narcissa Shor at their station.

Shor’s work station was across the room from where testing was being conducted, but apparently—and unsurprisingly—a bit of distance wasn’t enough to make Kaiser Bahr forget his venom for Clove and everything he represented—a figure among many who put Kaiser here, who was responsible for the leather straps around his chest, the silver discs stuck to his scalp. Kaiser’s greeting, as well as unnecessary, was predictably scathing. The man never missed an opportunity to insult a Reformist, just as Clove never missed an opportunity to bite back when an Infected crossed a line. In retrospect, the lab techs would come to wish they’d intervened in the hostile exchange, because they were powerless to act when Kaiser decided to hurl a chair towards Clove. It had to be assumed that he intended to miss, because Kaiser wasn’t known for inaccuracy when it came to his telekinesis. A power play, then: the chair splintered into kindling against the wall, and the lab techs scrambled to do something, anything to prevent any further destruction.

As though unaware of the chaos he had just caused, Kaiser set his gaze levelly on Clove with a vulpine smile on his mouth. “Did I scare you, little boy?” he asked, his voice like gravel. Low as it was, it still carried over the noise of the lab techs. One of them hurried out, mumbling about bringing Angel Thorne in before Kaiser did any further damage. Another collected the broken pieces of chair with an air of weary resignation.

As it happened, nobody was quite looking at Kaiser when a strange look came across his face, rolling like sharp thunder across the storm clouds of his eyes. They certainly looked a moment later, though, when he barked with pain.

There was a moment of silence as all present tried to process the noise they’d just heard—such a curiously vulnerable, animal sound from so strong a man. And then he really howled, hands clawing at his head as though he could break through his skull and scoop out the thing that was causing him such agony. With the organized panic that can only come from medical professionals who have been too long without an emergency, they descended then and tried to prise Kaiser’s hands away, to shine a little torch into his eyes—one lid drooped, and he glared blindly out at them—and to haul him out of his chair.

Clove watched.

“Message the infirmary, tell them we’ve got a big, German fuckin’ problem,” one of the techs grunted, trying to bear the weight of the man on his shoulder. That was the moment they realized how serious this was. The Kaiser they knew would never allow himself to be hauled around. His full weight, it seemed, rested on the lab tech, and he rent the air with another awful cry. Someone threw the door open to allow them out, eyes wide and panicked.

And Clove watched.

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Kaiser Bahr would be pronounced dead before the hour was up. Doctors quickly deduced a brain aneurysm as the likeliest cause of death, but until a proper autopsy could be performed, they couldn’t be sure. Even then, there were no guarantees. But what officials did have, were the EEG results, since Kaiser’s brain activity was being monitored at the exact time of the aneurysm. Those documents were immediately classified and fast tracked for close study— by authorized personnel only, of course.

When the passing of the would-be New World Radical leader Kaiser Bahr was announced to the citizen body, it would take little time for conspiracy and fear to rip through Colony 22. While the NWRF none-too-subtly inferred that it was likely the long-term overuse of his Telekinesis putting strain on Kaiser’s brain which eventually lead to the aneurysm, scientists and medical professionals of Col22 are neither confirming nor denying this theory publicly. Meanwhile, rampant rumours spawn from the anxiety of the unknown and the suspicious circumstances surrounding the Radical’s death. Word would get out that Kaiser collapsed in the testing facilities, while an NWRF Rep was present, no less. Was there more to the story? Could the NWRF be trying to cover up an accident or experiment gone wrong?

Or worse, could this death have been an execution?

A/N:  Well there you have it, team!! And congratulations to the first selected volunteer for incorporation into the plot drop! Lou was one of the members who responded to this volunteer call and blindly volunteered Clove for the upcoming plot he knew nothing about. His name was drawn from a pool using a random generator! There will be be another opportunity like this with this plot drop series, so keep your eyes peeled if that interests you!

Now, let’s crack into it:

This post marks the official drop of The Colony’s 9th non-games related event, Ruina Rex!

Similar to the (infamous) Fever State event, this event will function on the dash as a multi-part plot drop, rather than a specifically contained/timed event, and will happen in three stages. This portion, known as Part I: “Howl”, takes place on the morning of Friday, April 7th, and the colony wide PDD notice about Kaiser’s death (which will be posted in a few moments), is publicly announced before noon that day. 

As this is a plot drop, not a contained event, there are no limitations to the kinds of threads you can start in this timeline, but anything after 11:30am on Friday the 7th, the death of Kaiser Bahr will be public information, and will be the talk of the Colony. Rumours and theories will spread quickly, while the NWRF tries to dissuade panic.

As always, you are entitled and encouraged to continue any existing threads you have as long as you need to wrap them up, and while you don’t have to label them “pre-event” due to the strictly informational nature of this plot drop, you may want to eventually for the sake of clarity on the dash. Same goes for any new threads: usually it would be mandatory that new threads be titled accordingly for events, but due to the plot-drop nature of this particular event, it’s not specifically required. We do, however, recommend members at least consider titles that reference the event and/or stage of event (and/or tagging or dating them accordingly) to for the sake of helping to keep timelines clear in the future, especially with more parts to come!

Unlike some previous events however, you are still permitted to start threads that take place before this announcement is public, if you wish, so long as it is within the current timeline. This will be possible until the timeline officially moves forward when we post part II.

The tag on the main for the event will be #col22rex, so feel free to track that to keep up with any updates or answered questions regarding the event as we move forward! And speaking of questions, please direct any and all asks about the event to the main blog, and consider using the colony’s Ask Box if it’s a general question that may be useful to others as well, so we can answer it publicly and drop it into the tag!

Also, due to the very political nature of this plot drop, if any members with NWRF characters want to take advantage of the “secret” col22nwrf plotting sideblog, this is just a reminder that it exists :) It may start to prove itself useful again as we move through this plot!

Alright, I think that’s all for now folks, but hope you enjoy the first stage of this plot drop, and of course: RIP Kaiser “The WolfMan” Bahr.

Love,

xxCol!Mods

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OUTCOME - CYCLE 4, ROUND 4

ACTION CHOSEN: [ATTACK]

ODDS USED: [7/12]

OPPONENT: [CLOVE MODIUS]

WIN!

POINTS EARNED: [125]

{Congratulations! Your character has come away from this fight victorious. Are you surprised by this result or is it what you anticipated? How do you imagine it happened? What were the details of the altercation? Was it quick and dirty? Long and tiresome and a neck and neck struggle to the end?

You are welcome to plot and discuss with your opponent’s writer - feel free to take this opportunity to para the results, or self para, so long as you agree to the specifics of the outcome!}

UP NEXT: CYCLE 5 - CALYSET - ANAYA DOLMEN

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What if I told you that I’m split in half? What if I told you I am the knife?

“made of marble first, turned human second.”

“vault” + @clove-modius

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Clove Modius // Bones by MS MR

Broken dreams and silent screams Empty churches with soulless curses We found a way to escape the day

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Clove Modius | Twenty Nine;  Head of Torren House

House: Torren Status: Uninfected Elite Specification: New Wave Reformist, Head of House Pronouns: He/Him

History

In his time, Clove had been quite possibly the most famous art thief on earth, taking from private collections and public museums alike. At heart, he was a showman, though he worked in the shadows, and the pieces he stole never stayed stolen for long (they always ended up back where they had come from, providing an extra challenge to him).

It was from his mother that he inherited his love of art– and it was from his father that he inherited the shadowy abilities necessary to steal it. Watching his mother daub watercolour murals across their home inspired a fervent desire in him; what were the polluted greys and browns of the world around them, compared to this? It wasn’t enough for Clove. He wanted more. It began small, just trinkets taken from classmates, shirts pulled from washing lines that weren’t his.

Of this, his parents were aware. They tried to stop him, but their efforts were half hearted at best. What they didn’t know of was its escalation, over the years becoming grand heists that found their way into the news. The strangest thing to them was how the thief had no interest in selling it on; none of the pieces were ever recovered from the black market; in time, they would simply reappear in their original place. The uniqueness of the crime spree was enough to keep them interested.

With the arrival of D-Day, he should have given up on that lifestyle. He had lived comfortably on the money left to him by his parents, enjoyed his secret heists, and had great plans for the future. Instead of letting the asteroids stop him, though, he took the opportunity to pillage more than ever before. Nobody cared about the art any more; nobody but Clove.

Survival wasn’t easy, but he found herself with a group of Looters, which suited him just fine. They didn’t mind if he wanted to grab ancient carvings and antique jewels, just so long as he hauled his fair share of useful resources too. It was worth it; the theft had never been about money for him, but about possessing beauty.

Clove is no fool though, and when, some months ago, he was approached by a group styling themselves as the New Wave Reformists, he knew they could give him more than the Looters ever could. Without a glance back, he took off with this new group.

Clove Today

The trouble, for Clove, is that the human existence was perfection already. The form was beautiful, whether cast in marble or flesh, and the mind was complex beyond belief. The new Infections cropping up everywhere seemed to him to be a desecration of nature’s finest art. The Infected are little more than a graffittied statue next to his own pure form. Certainly he feels pity for them, because they didn’t ask to be ruined. But the trouble is, they are ruined, and they’re inferior for it.

He’d thought that even before the Reformists found him, and with their guidance his beliefs only solidified. With his criminal past undocumented (famous as he’d been, it had been under an alias and nobody had ever identified him), they had no reason not to trust him. He was just a young man with a vicious streak of snobbery in him, and in the Reformists’ circle, it allowed him to make friends fast.

With Colony 22′s takeover, the Chancellor specifically requested Clove to become part of his team. Though he had few marketable skills to offer, he was strong willed and unshakeable, and he would be happy to have him as the head of his house. Many survivors have high hopes when they first see him, for his soft doe eyes and gentle features suggest a kindness of spirit. These hopes are always dashed in moments, though– if you’re Infected. The Uninfected, he is attempting to take under his wing. Those that protest the goodness of the Infected are poor, misguided little things and he’s eager to educate them.

Concerning gender, Clove never felt particularly comfortable sitting on one end of the spectrum. Not exclusively connected his masculinity nor his femininity, he identifies more as non-binary, although he still uses male pronouns. He has often associated this fluidity to his love of art and his appreciation for the beauty of the humanity. He doesn’t believe there is a right or wrong way to be a person (this being before the infections, of course) and believes it is more pure and authentic to not fall into the traps of societal gender constructs, but to embrace the natural duplicity of spirit.

TAKEN

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Clove: For self-defence reasons, I’m going to pretend to be a robber and you guys have to act wisely.

Charlie: Okay!

Ricky: Sure.

Clove: Give me all your money if you want to live.

Charlie: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Ricky: Bold of you to assume I want to live.