#frxfm.starter

[ascnsionismx]

Open: To Deathrunner members Location: HQ

The fundraiser had gone well with no issue, which was something Mathias really liked. It felt good to not have any drama or issues for once. Also, it seemed most were mostly healed up from Mardi Gras, so it meant he could focus on bringing the gang together again. They needed to be a united front and that started internally. He took a day to create a fight pit outside of the church, complete with chairs because Mathias wanted this to be witnessed. He needed every member of the gang to know how strong they were and to put it on display. He also wanted to have an idea of the strengths of his inner circle.

He alerted them all, telling them to meet him at the church and be prepared to fight. He got a few eager responses and a few hesitant. That was to be expected and Mathias still wanted them there. He sat in the shade of the church as other members filled the crudely made stands. He was wearing clothes that went against his usual style. A tank top and shorts that showed more of the rot on his body. He was wrapping his hand when the first participant showed up and he smiled. "It's about time, I thought you were gonna chicken out on me".

[frgdsecrts]

For: Open Location: The Jazz Festival

The air on Frenchmen Street hums with the soul of New Orleans, alive with the wail of saxophones, the thump of drugs, and trumpets spilling from every corner. The annual Jazz Festival is in full swing, and the streets are pulsing with excitement. Ricardo moves through the chaos with a predator's grace, his dark eyes scanning the scene. It's his first night out since returning to New Orleans two days ago, after some time away. Time that had been spent reflecting, understanding, accepting, growing, and adapting. It had taken a lot for him to accept this new chance of life Mathias had given him and to wrap his mind around the idea of everything that he was expected to accept. But once he finally saw it, the beauty in the power given to him by his best friend, Ricardo grew stronger by the day. Mentally, spiritually, and physically.

His boots click softly against the uneven pavement as he navigates the crowded street, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he catches bits of conversation and laughter. It's almost like he was reborn, and in a way that was exactly it, now he was exploring a world he's never known before. He pauses to listen to one of the many bands around him, letting the music sink into him, its rhythm almost syncing with the pulse of the magic that ran through his veins. It was fun. This entire thing. His head tilts a little to the side as he continued to watch the musicians perform, a single idea popping into his head, "Would you care to dance?" He asked, casually glancing to his side, offering a warm smile.

[rcppled]

status: open | location: ferox llc break room

Oh, woe is he to have all attempts at some friendly team bonding fall through. All Reinaldo wanted was for their little secluded corner to be inched into the spotlight for once. Have the entirety of finance be seen as something more than those stingy budgeters that get in the way of the company's more ... frivolous expenses. That and, perhaps, bridge in the accounting team just around the corner. Together they could have been — well, not unstoppable, but certainly showstopping.

Turns out — everyone's a critic!

If it wasn't a 'this idea is certainly an idea' this, then it was a 'no, just... no' that. Which, sure, maybe his off the cuff themes weren't the best, but at least he tried. Everyone else just kept their eyes latched onto their dual monitors and kept themselves stationed with horrid posture.

Alas, here he is — popping bits of candy corn into his mouth to totally not feel some modicum of joy. And, no, he's not sulking by the strangely off-colored punch bowl located in the breakroom. Even if he holds onto a shitty plastic cup filled with said mysterious punch that, quite honestly, matches how he mopes about. "So what do you think it is?" Dark eyes peer over the rim of his gaudy yellow shades to address the nearest person. "What kinda combo do you think can give something this shade of.. yuck?"

[ascnsionismx]

Location: Jazz Festival Open

The festival was one of Mathias' favorite events in the year. Having spent most of his life in New Orleans, he grew to appreciate and enjoy jazz a lot. Sebastian had even taught him how to play some instruments, as the former leader was very into making music. Mathias always made sure to clear out his schedule for the festival, as he wanted to spend the day there.

He was sitting and listening to one of the street bands play. His foot was bouncing to the rhythm as more of a crowd formed. There was the sound of a chair moving next to him, which caused the necromancer to turn away from the band.

"Looking to sit?" He asked

[ascnsionismx]

Location: Some alley in the French Quarter Open

Growing up Sebastian always told Mathias that territory lines were there to keep the peace, but there was no way gangs could keep track of every dark alley. It was dangerous, certainly, and could be taken offensively, but Mathias had good reason. He was still on a mission to clear his name, which meant going through every necromancer in the city. So he just had to go into other territories to find them.

He had just finished with one of them, their body a bloody heap slumped against the old brick wall. Despite the state of his own body, Mathias oddly felt alive. It had been a while since he was hands on in gang business like this (the Higher Ups preferred for him to not get his hands dirty). This was nice. He rolled up his sleeves, his hands covered in blood and rot and fished around in his pockets for a lighter. When he couldn't find one, he picked his head up as someone passed him by and called out to them.

"'Cuse me, happen to have a light?"