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Wizards vs. Muggles (Free-form):

 2751 Sabre's Edge, Fri, 3rd Aug '12 11:09:17 PM from Her Majesty's Occult Service Get RP Mod
RAF Minton
"Wizards need a mental image of the target to teleport, " growled Price, walking in from the comm room. "I suppose this is one way of jamming their minds." He paused to shoot one particularly garishly-colored section of wall a look of particular distaste. "Bloody wish that they'd find a way of doing it that didn't involve bright pink, though." He pulled up a chair to a nearby desk, began field-stripping his pistol with practiced, almost unconscious movements.

Ralston just nodded at that, scratching at his forms and occasionally counting off on his fingers, before looking up. "Well, uh, Lieutenant Peace, then. You know something about the other group we ran into? Angry mobs and whiskeys, we're familiar with, but this other group—didn't look like SAS or Delta, that's for sure."
Oct. 29, Ball's Farm
Ball's attention was fixed on the bottle that Chessie held out; slowly, he reached out for it, took a sniff and then a gulp before handing it back, and he looked a lot friendlier—if less focused—than he did a moment ago.

"July...80, " he said reminiscently. "'Tis strange, I remember nought. Ye can't ha' been born then, little missy!" He chuckled, in sudden good humor, before winking at Czeslawa. "And as f'r ye, I 'ad ye pegged f'ra copper. I w'z wrong—no copper gives good drink like that! Wasn't no akwa veetae I know of—ye must gimme yer secret f'r it."
Przeciwko komuż tak się pojednały?
Przeciwko kilku myślom... co nienowe!
—Cyprian Norwid
 2752 Faramir, Fri, 3rd Aug '12 11:15:22 PM from Just before a Deadline. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Loves me...loves me not
Tired
"Um...right" Lita said, struggling a bit to understand the man's accent.

"So no word on Gilderoy Lockheart then?" She asked, trying to see if the alcohol would be able to get her a better answer.
Give a man a fish, you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you can't sell him fish anymore.
 2753 Kino, Sat, 4th Aug '12 1:17:56 AM from NC/NYC Get RP Mod Relationship Status: 700 wives and 300 concubines
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"Actually it's Capt...ah never mind; forget I said anything." Warren said as he ran his fingers through his hair. "The guys we ran.into were members of another taskforce; some stupid acronym. You know how it is with shadowy government agencies "

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 2754 hotelkilo, Sat, 4th Aug '12 1:33:51 PM from The Plains of Mexico Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Healthy, deeply-felt respect for this here Shotgun
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Despite the pastoral surroundings and the questionable company, Chessie couldn't help but relax. Suddenly the strange English hick was more understandable. Perhaps he wasn't such a bad guy after all, especially if he had been deprived of śliwowica that could account for the orneriness. She smiled graciously. "Of course, I would be glad to share what I know about Plum Brandy. 1980, you said it was. You went to McMurdosford for farm supplies?"

edited 4th Aug '12 1:34:51 PM by hotelkilo

As the size of an explosion increases, the number of problems it is incapable of solving quickly approaches zero!
 2755 Faramir, Sat, 4th Aug '12 2:07:19 PM from Just before a Deadline. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Loves me...loves me not
Tired
Scotland

Lita shuffled aside, putting more distance between her and the geese as Chess eloquently entered the conversation. With any luck she'd be able to get more information out from the man than Lita had.

RAF: Minton

Lita moved uncomfortably in the bed for a moment and there was a loud pop in the air. And another. Very tiny yet bright sparks started to appear floating in the air around her making loud noises with their appearances before fading into the air as she slept. She was too tired and deep asleep to notice.

edited 5th Aug '12 11:24:03 AM by Faramir

Give a man a fish, you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you can't sell him fish anymore.
 2756 Sabre's Edge, Sat, 4th Aug '12 9:21:06 PM from Her Majesty's Occult Service Get RP Mod
Farm
"Naaae, " said Ball contemplatively. "'Twoulhae 'membered a name like that." He grinned and gestured at the farmhouse—somewhat dilapidated. "But whaur be my manners? Come thee in, an' I'll hae a cuppa going."
Przeciwko komuż tak się pojednały?
Przeciwko kilku myślom... co nienowe!
—Cyprian Norwid
 2757 Faramir, Sat, 4th Aug '12 9:30:47 PM from Just before a Deadline. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Loves me...loves me not
Tired
"Thank you sir" Lita said, following him to the farmhouse and as far away from the evil geese as she could.
Give a man a fish, you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you can't sell him fish anymore.
Actually, it's Euphinatrix.
Browning stifled a yawn, trying to feign interest as the other two yammered on. She wasn't much for this cloak and dagger business, or this "shooting the wrong people causes as an international incident" business. She was a medic, good at fixing people up when they needed it, and she was known for not dying when people usually did.

She rolled her eyes internally as Capt. Peace was addressed as Lieutenant. Why hadn't more people talked to her? It wouldn't hurt to hear the word Sergeant in front of the name Browning a few more times. It would be even better to actually feel the extra salary, though she supposed that could wait...

Absentmindedly drinking her tea, she started to zone out of the conversation.
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.
 2759 Kino, Sun, 5th Aug '12 4:56:40 PM from NC/NYC Get RP Mod Relationship Status: 700 wives and 300 concubines
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RAF Minton

"So Browning" Warren said, "What were you doing with your life before the powers that be snatched you up and brought you to us?"
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The Man in Black
Clark decided to go to Chavez before he dropped the message off in the loft for Cpt. Barnes—the letter was addressed to the CO, after all. he decided to check the CO's office before looking anywhere else.
"Your mission is not to nuke the squid god." —Faramir
Actually, it's Euphinatrix.
"Not getting threatened by people with guns, " Olivia responded, sipping her tea. "And patching up people that did. The old job was safer, as it was technically illegal to harm a medic, but this job's not that bad, as it's now totally possible for the medic to shoot back."
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.
 2762 hotelkilo, Mon, 6th Aug '12 1:59:06 PM from The Plains of Mexico Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Healthy, deeply-felt respect for this here Shotgun
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Czeslawa follows Lita and the farmer, slipping her bottle back into a pocket after another sip, Thank you for your hospitality."
As the size of an explosion increases, the number of problems it is incapable of solving quickly approaches zero!
 2763 Sabre's Edge, Tue, 7th Aug '12 2:56:24 AM from Her Majesty's Occult Service Get RP Mod
Minton
"Captain Peace, then. Sorry, " said Ralston, rubbing his eyes. "Ugh, it's late. I'm not used to having to stare down friendly guns, and if they were US or British or whatnot...I've heard of blue-on-blue confrontations in Russia. Never expected to get involved with one here."

Chavez was in his office, tapping something into his computer; Clark noticed him almost furtively hiding a half-eaten candy bar behind a stack of documents. He leafed through the letter, but his attention slowly became more attentive as he read.

"Drear Island..." Chavez frowned. "Anything you can tell me that doesn't run afoul of the Company? What information I have on his personnel file's interesting, but nothing there about magic. He retired a long time before any of this brewed up."
Farm
The farmhouse looked as if it were falling apart at the seams, but the wood stove was functional, and Ball busied himself heating up a kettle that had probably seen service in the Boer War. He muttered quietly to himself as he did so, occasionally breaking into chuckles.

In contrast to the rest of his furniture, however, his desk looked tidy—almost modern. There was a notebook in the center, and a pencil—but also a goose quill with the barbs expertly stripped off, sitting point down in a silver inkwell. They looked thoroughly out of place in the dingy old farm, lit by the cracks in the woodwork where sunlight streamed through.
Przeciwko komuż tak się pojednały?
Przeciwko kilku myślom... co nienowe!
—Cyprian Norwid
The Man in Black
"Mrs. Barnes proved to be somewhat informative about it, though it seems he kept his fair share of secrets from her as well. According to her, he found out about magic during a previous McMurdosford incident during the eighties. He was with a Para company that got caught up in something in the area while chasing a non-magical person, according to her. The people of McMurdosford were apparently unaware of his presence in the area.

"He met Arkady Renko—if you'll recall, he's the wizard from Drear—in Bosnia, which agrees with some comments that were made on Drear. Renko apparently served as an interpreter for Barnes' men in Bosnia and Kosovo, and came here around the age of twenty. Apparently, Captain Barnes owed Renko a favor, which he called in when he needed help on Drear.

"That is what I know about the situation so far, and it'll be in my report about Mrs. Barnes debriefing. I still need to actually read his file, but I wanted to bring the section about contacting him to your attention. He seems to know a considerable amount about this whole McMurdosford incident and I think that we should take full advantage of his offer. However, as the letter was addressed to you, it's your call."
"Your mission is not to nuke the squid god." —Faramir
 2765 Faramir, Tue, 7th Aug '12 1:19:49 PM from Just before a Deadline. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Loves me...loves me not
Tired
"That's a beautiful desk, sir" Lita said as she looked for a place to sit.
Give a man a fish, you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you can't sell him fish anymore.
 2766 Sabre's Edge, Thu, 9th Aug '12 2:50:30 AM from Her Majesty's Occult Service Get RP Mod
Minton
Chavez nodded. "If you want manpower to service the dead-drop, I can probably peel off part of Team-One or the HQ section for it. The fewer in the know, the better, correct? Though I'm not comfortable running independent intel operations." He tapped a few keys on his computer. "Still, it might be necessary. Off-the-record help? You might be deploying soon. Pass me any information the Company has on anything related to the name Mathurin, M-A-T-H-U-R-I-N, in Spain. There's a few rumors floating around, but nothing concrete, and the Spanish SF units still have a lot of experience, so if we're visiting it's probably in the show-the-flag or advisory role."
Farm
There was a shortage of chairs in the farmhouse, the only one standing behind the desk and matching it in color. Ball gestured vaguely toward a hay bale.

"Aye, she is, " he said, after his customary pause; he was now prodding a little over-vigorously at the coals in the grate with a poker, and foul-smelling smoke leaked out in response. Another pause. "Ye've got to leave yer desk tidy at the end of the day. No excuses."

Przeciwko komuż tak się pojednały?
Przeciwko kilku myślom... co nienowe!
—Cyprian Norwid
 2767 hotelkilo, Thu, 9th Aug '12 9:50:29 AM from The Plains of Mexico Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Healthy, deeply-felt respect for this here Shotgun
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Having elected to remain standing just inside the door, Chessie made a note of the room's layout while their host tended the fire. She chuckled, "Sounds like you worked for mine old boss."

edited 9th Aug '12 9:51:19 AM by hotelkilo

As the size of an explosion increases, the number of problems it is incapable of solving quickly approaches zero!
 2768 Faramir, Thu, 9th Aug '12 11:29:17 AM from Just before a Deadline. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Loves me...loves me not
Tired
The hay moved aside as Lita sat thanks to all the protection and repelling charms she'd put on herself and her clothes. The effect was such that she floated slightly as she sat cross-legged. "What is it you do Mr. Ball? For work I mean" She asked. He was supposed to be a retired wizard reporter(though he didn't seem to remember it), what did he use the desk for now?
Give a man a fish, you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you can't sell him fish anymore.
The Man in Black
Clark nodded. "I'll look into it. I'd like to keep the number of people who know about this dead-drop to the absolute minimum—of the people on this base, only you and I have actually read it, and only the people who watched the mission go down know it exists. Even on a routine mission someone could catch wind of this by using Legilimency on one of our boys. You can understand why I'm concerned."
"Your mission is not to nuke the squid god." —Faramir
 2770 Kino, Fri, 10th Aug '12 1:42:17 PM from NC/NYC Get RP Mod Relationship Status: 700 wives and 300 concubines
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Minton

Technically it's illegal to shoot at a medic, fortunately, there are a certain few who are exempt from that little bit of Geneva Convention wash." Warren said as he finished up his tea.

"Well I wish you the best Sergeant Browning, this is going to be a huge change from what you're used to, but I think you just might like it; look forward to a nice little baptism in the not so far future. Chief, it's been good talking to you, tell the crew I said hello and thanks again; I'll see you tomorrow." he said as he packed his things up and started to head out of the dining hall.

"Now if you don't mind...it's my birthday, it's Halloween, and I have a lovely young lady dressed as a pirate waiting on me back in town."
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 2771 Faramir, Fri, 10th Aug '12 2:46:48 PM from Just before a Deadline. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Loves me...loves me not
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RAF Minton

Lita had managed to turn the blanket into a giant ball of cloth in her sleep, which was now in the floor. The sparks around her were somewhat similar to very very small-yet loud explosions in mid-air, like miniature fireworks. She was too deep asleep to notice them.
Give a man a fish, you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you can't sell him fish anymore.
 2772 Kino, Fri, 10th Aug '12 3:18:02 PM from NC/NYC Get RP Mod Relationship Status: 700 wives and 300 concubines
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RAF Minton

"Sure, I'll be there in 20 minutes" Warren said before hanging up the phone, his plans for the night finalized, he slung his bag over his shoulder and made his was down the corridor that lead out to the airbase's motor pool.

Moments later his attention was drawn to the room occupied by Lita, a sharp series of colorful flashing lights had momentarily illuminated her room. Quickly pushing the door in, he cleared the corners before moving towards the center and bringing his attention back to Lita; "Hmph" he said as he holstered his sidearm.

Looking down at the blanket that was on the floor, he picked it up and spread it back over her before giving the room a quick once over, and turning around to walk back out the door.

"Happy Halloween kid"
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 2773 Faramir, Fri, 10th Aug '12 4:19:37 PM from Just before a Deadline. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Loves me...loves me not
Tired
RAF Minton

Lita shifted in the bed uncomfortably for a moment and then the loud miniature explosions stopped. She buried herself beneath the blanket for a moment and the ground beneath the bed cracked loudly as she tensed under the covers.
Give a man a fish, you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you can't sell him fish anymore.
 2774 Kino, Sun, 12th Aug '12 1:05:19 PM from NC/NYC Get RP Mod Relationship Status: 700 wives and 300 concubines
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RAF Minton

Warren made his way to Minton's motorpool, and got into one of the few civilian model vehicles that they carried for the occasions where identifying oneself as military wouldn't do; in this instance it happened to be a Land Rover; one of the older versions of the Discovery, which had apparently seen some use outside of the city. Throwing his bag into the passenger seat, he keyed the ignition and shifted into gear, waving at the gate guard as he drove off into the night.

He drove for a while before finally making his way to Minton proper; pulling up next to a flat, he double checked his phone to make sure he had the right address, before ringing the doorbell. He waited a few seconds, before the front door opened and he was greeted by a shapely brunette dressed in what appeared to be authentic pirate garb.

"Hi Kara" Warren said as he cracked a small grin, "There wouldn't happen to be an Errol Flynn convention in town, now would there?" "So says the man who shows up without a costume; what in Davey Jones' name might you be?" she said as she poked him in the chest with a prop dagger.

"I was going for something between wizard who needs rent money and wizard with no powers who decided to blend in with humans, become a secret black-ops commando, and fight all kinds of bad guys. So are you going to invite me in?" She stared at him for a few seconds before laughing and shaking her head, "You know, it's moments like this where your looks make up for the strange things you say; now come inside, I'll put the kettle on."

edited 12th Aug '12 4:04:57 PM by Kino

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 2775 Firock Finion, Mon, 13th Aug '12 12:27:16 AM from the Red Desert Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Wishfully thinking
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RAF Minton

Alex heard Warren's comment, and raised an eyebrow as his fellow operative left. "Warren's birthday is on Halloween? Wonder what his birthday parties were like" Alex muttered to himself, deciding to take a seat at random in the dining hall.

"Well, not like I have any plans... Maybe I'll go hit up the gun range" Alex continued to think aloud to himself.
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