Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Pyotr and Lex
Where: Pyotr's townhouse, specifically his study
When: About 3 in the morning

Sitting in his study, Pyotr would have been the absolute picture of intimidation: large leather chair behind a huge wooden desk, classic fireplace (normally would be the only source of light in the room, but due to the guest he'd decided to douse it), and walls lined with both bookshelves and pieces of Russian history. The key word there is 'would' have, the fact that he was eight years old and sipping brandy out of a snifter and wearing a specially made smoking jacket really didn't make him look frightening so much as a hilarious mock up of what a child might do to imitate his father. Still, if anyone were to make fun of him they'd get his classic triple tap: two in the knees and one in the head, such was the price for mocking the boss'...condition.

This particular week had proven to be quite fruitful indeed. Operations had started with the normal, almost requisite, amount of bumps in the road. Nothing too major, and mostly able to be ignored. He'd already gotten in touch with one of his favorite hitmen, and tonight he'd be reacquainting himself with another. Ah yes, Lex had been a welcome addition to his arsenal, and one Pyotr wouldn't have stumbled across if Garrick hadn't decided to go off the grid for a while a few years ago. Granted the grid hadn't actually been invented yet, but the metaphor still worked. Since then, Pyotr had always tried to use one or the other Englishman for his most important marks and typically his most dangerous tasks. They were quite useful, and as long as he paid they were incredibly professional. Plus in the highly unlikely event that one of them died on a mission that would be one less Englishman and who couldn't like that?

Who: Adelle and Tony
When: late morning
Where: Grocery Store

( She can swallow knives, she can swallow lives. )

Who: Nicolas and Miranda
When: Early afternoon.
Where: The grocery store.

Nicolas always put off running errands for as long as he possibly could. They always tended to slip his mind, and when he did remember, the thought of having to go out and deal with crowds gave him a preemptive headache. But after attempting to make breakfast this morning with nothing but a piece of bread and a wilted bunch of celery, he reluctantly realized he didn't have much of a choice.

It wasn't the volume of peoples' voices around him that bothered him, even the shrieking children running past him and slamming into passersby with miniature carts. It was the pressure in his head, the overlapping snippets of thoughts he couldn't even make out because there were too many of them. Loud voices weren't nearly so bad. People couldn't speak with more than one voice at a time, but anyone could have multiple trains of thought running at once, and all of it became white noise projected straight into Nick's mind.

He'd never developed a fully-effective system for dealing with that, but it helped to have a task to focus on, and to talk to himself out loud as he did it. If he was concentrating on that, everything else faded into the background somewhat. He didn't care much if people around him gave him a wide berth for mumbling like a crazy person as he walked down the aisles; it wasn't as if he knew any of them, or would have to see them again.

Who: Harley Villetta and Jackson Lowell
When: Lunchtime
Where: Lenore's Bookstore and Cafe



( Harley had no idea how he made it to work on time Sunday morning. )

Who: Brenna and K-lee
Where: A random bar
When: Late evening
Warning: NSFW

( Nothing can stop us. )

Who: Tobias Davidson, plus flashes of his wife Athena (NPC) and another random guy (NPC)
When: Around 2am or so
Where: Tobias' house / Whatever city Athena's in
What: Just because he can see where she is, doesn't mean he'll like what he sees


( I can't stop the bleeding )