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jamesisthereason That One Guy from Paper Street Since: Sep, 2011
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#1: Oct 26th 2011 at 10:56:09 AM

January 21st, 1870, White House Situation Room

"Abraham, if I may be so crass, DO YOU REALIZE how much is at stake here? We might as well send an army of our finest Minutemen to eradicate the opposition if we're to resolve this problem!" Seward was angry; though that was to be expected from the Secretary of State, what with all the growing hysteria in the Union about another Civil War. It wasn't a secret that many Southerners were beginning to question the government—who killed the former Confederate generals? Who killed Davis? Some people were content in believing that this was Lincoln's fault, and that we all made a mistake in electing him for a third consecutive term.

"Mr. Seward, I have led this country through two terms, and a bloody Civil War against cabals of magi slavemasters and their dark magicks. And while I respect and understand your concern over the state of this Union, trust me when I say that this is the best method of handling such a prob—" A knock was heard on the door of the newly-built White House Situation Room, which was created especially for this day. One of the guards opened the door, letting a jovial red-haired man enter, who wore black slacks, black shoes, a shillelagh in his left hand and a neat black collared shirt with the collar fastened with a clerical collar. It was Rev. Fr. Eamon Kennedy, a former army chaplain and a well-known Irish Catholic priest from New York; the priest motioned over to the president, stretching his arm out for a handshake.

Lincoln gave a modest smile as he shook the hand of the short clergyman, while Seward also shook the Kennedy's hand and motioned him to take a seat, to which the Irishman obliged, and quickly quipped, "I was worried I was going tae be late, Mr. President, ye understand I hope tha the locomotive had a delay with maintenance repairs, so I had to wait until I could catch a train here tae DC, but thank God Almighty indeed that I'm the first one indeed!" My, he was certainly the talkative one, and the thick Irish accent was quite humorous to listen to. Seward was very serious, however, and quickly asked the priest, "I trust you've been briefed with the situation while you were still in New York, Father Kennedy?" Kennedy nodded, and recounted what had happened before he took the locomotive to DC. "Please, ye can call me Eamon, Mr. Seward, and yes, yes, the laddies that visited the church a few days ago explained the whole thing to me...tho' I have tae wonder, what could I possibly bring to the table with this..."mission"? I'm just a simple man of God, Mr. Seward, and any military experience I've had was just as a chaplain for tha' army." Quite the modest man, Lincoln immediately addressed the question.

"Now, now, Father Eamon, don't be too modest. We know about your extensive knowledge of the occult, and let it be said that Fr. Eamon Kennedy was one of the reasons a small regimen of fine soldiers survived an ambush at Baton Rouge. A robotic private militia was fended off by a priest, a group of rescued slaves, and a group of minutemen? I'd say that's more than commendable. Besides that, sometimes, Father Eamon, the ink of the pen, and the words of a wordsmith can be mightier than any blunderbuss." This statement from the president himself quieted down the Irish clergyman, and he remained silent at the mention of the Baton Rouge incident—a war "hero" he may be, but Eamon knew that he did it because it was the right thing to do.

Knock, knock.

Another knock on the door. The guard immediately motioned to the door, and once it had opened, another key member of the new team was to be introduced...

edited 26th Oct '11 10:56:35 AM by jamesisthereason

"His eyes were the color of FEAR..." "Wait, what is that, YELLOW?"
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#2: Oct 26th 2011 at 3:08:48 PM

Amelie Duvalier stormed into the room, in a visibly bad mood. A deluge had fallen over her: She was soaked in rainwater, her duster was full of mud and her hat was ruined.

"All right, someone's been choppin'up them finest Sons O'Dixie, I fuckin' get it.", she said. "What I don't get's this: They're in the South. They're gettin'killed in the South. Why in the world did I have to come all the way to DC?", the sorceress asked, groaning.

edited 27th Oct '11 12:39:45 AM by SavageHeathen

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Aniventerie Detective Extroadinaire from Imagination World Since: Apr, 2010
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#3: Oct 26th 2011 at 5:10:51 PM

It was then that Antonia decided to make her presence known. And of course, it is a well known fact that a sky captain of her stature and infamy, much like a criminal in regards to a law, does not knock at doors but rather breaks them down.

A large crack could be heard as she made her entrance, and immediately she bellowed "SALUTE AND BEWARE, MONGRELS! YOUR FUTURE CAPTAIN HAS ARRIVED!", gun in hand.

However, as soon as she realized that none in this room were planning to pay a woman of her grace the due respect, she grumbled, holstered her pistol, and slouched in a chair.

edited 26th Oct '11 5:12:16 PM by Aniventerie

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jamesisthereason That One Guy from Paper Street Since: Sep, 2011
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#4: Oct 26th 2011 at 6:38:19 PM

President Lincoln motioned both ladies to come in, welcoming them, while Seward nodded. Despite the door to the Situation Room being blown down comically by the famed sky pirate Capt. Antonia, Lincoln still responded to the women cordially. "Good day, ladies, come in have a seat, though I see that Ms. Duvalier will be needing more than a comfortable chair. Er, S.O.R.B., could you please get Ms. Duvalier some towels? And while you're at it, you may want to tell staff that we need to replace the door.", said Lincoln to the Steam-Operated Robotic Butler, who was standing by the door across the Minuteman guarding it. The robot quickly moved out, and Lincoln then addressed the two newcomers. "Now, I know that for some of you it must've been a journey to get here to Washington, and Ms. Duvalier, Mr. Seward will soon explain why you've been summoned to the White House."

"I do hope so, Mr. President, now I'm quite interested—and also, worried—as tae what exactly's happening. The sole heiress to one of the wealthiest mage families in the South? A renowned sky pirate? I dinnae know what kind of urgency we're dealing with here.", said Eamon, who had now began to speak again after the two ladies entered the scene. Seward chuckled a bit, walking towards the priest and patting him on the shoulder. "Now, now, Father Eamon, we certainly wouldn't call up the best America has to offer if we didn't think you can do the job. But to answer the doubts in your minds, I shall say this bluntly—the government fears that the country is fast approaching a second Civil War."

Lincoln followed Seward's words, and added, "As you know, the "Sons of Dixie" have been systematically murdered one by one, and many Southerners are beginning to think that Washington's at fault. But from what our intelligence has uncovered, I'm afraid it's more complicated than that...we believe that a society is responsible for these murders, and for what reason, I can only assume that it's to start another Civil War and tear apart the United States." This was certainly grave indeed, if the intelligence reports were true. Seward silently approached the nearby Kinetoscope-Projector and turned it on, while S.O.R.B. noisily entered the room, creaking and its gears turning as he handed a fresh, warm white towel to Amelie.

edited 27th Oct '11 4:20:31 AM by jamesisthereason

"His eyes were the color of FEAR..." "Wait, what is that, YELLOW?"
SavageHeathen Pro-Freedom Fanatic from Somewhere Since: Feb, 2011
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#5: Oct 27th 2011 at 2:23:26 AM

She folded her muddy duster and dropped it ontop a particularly expensive chair. She briefly glanced at her hat with dismay, before discarding it altogether. At least her boots and dress were fine. She grabbed the towel and started vigorously rubbing it against her hair. It took at least a couple of minutes before getting herself dry.

"All right, let's hear the pep talk."

edited 27th Oct '11 2:23:57 AM by SavageHeathen

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#6: Oct 27th 2011 at 3:35:03 AM

Aldren finally made it to DC after hours upon hours of traveling. He had to cancel his classes for the local kids but he had bigger shit to deal with. Namely, a call from the president. The old man made his way through the city until he arrived in the meeting room. The door was blown down? He piqued a brow in surprise as he walked through the damaged doorway.

"What be goin' on here fellows?" the wrinkled man said as he looked to the Sky Pirate and then to the president.

"Am I missin' much?"

jamesisthereason That One Guy from Paper Street Since: Sep, 2011
That One Guy
#7: Oct 27th 2011 at 5:44:07 AM

"Ah! Just the man we were waiting for, come in Mr. Heimen, uh, don't you mind the riff-raff, they wouldn't call it the Situation Room if there were no dire situations! Heh-heh.", Seward coyly assured the famed soldier, before cutting a glance at the rowdy sky pirate that broke the door, Antonia. Heimen shook hands with the Secretary of State, before being greeted by the president himself. "You're just in time for debriefing, Mr. Heimen. And as for the matter at hand, the task is simple—find the perpetrators of these murders, and apprehend them. But if the worst should happen, eliminate the threat. Each one of you will be given a boon at the completion of this mission, either a favor or monetary compensation." Lincoln was talking about the reward for each member of the team, and Eamon already knew what he'd receive in his end of the bargain, though he wasn't about to talk about it openly to a few strangers.

Seward then went over to the Kinetoscope-Projector to turn it on, and the reel of moving pictures began to play in lush black and white. One can imagine how many state guests were quite entertained by the crisp picture of the kinetoscope. It was an advertisement for "P. T. Barnum's Grand Traveling Museum, Menagerie, Caravan & Hippodrome", which was set to showcase in New York. "P.T. Barnum? The circusman? What does he have tae do with all this?", Eamon posited, until a shot of Barnum's main ensemble was projected, and Seward immediately paused at the still picture. Lincoln approached the left-hand side of the frame, pointing at a certain individual in the picture. The face of the "man" was feral, wolf-like, his entire head covered in hair to make him look more canine than human.

"This would be one of Barnum's star attractions, the "Wolfman", Stephan Wolfe. He contacted us explicitly and gave us a tip that Barnum may be involved with whatever group's involved with the grisly murders in the South. You will have to meet with one of his family members at the address in this letter that he sent by private telegram as soon as this meeting is concluded.", Lincoln explained, before putting forth a clean white envelope on the table, no seals or markings, so that the letter didn't look conspicuous.

Lincoln then faced Antonia, addressing the young sky pirate directly, "Capt. Brandt, I'll be forwarding messages to you through instant telegrams while you're on the mission, and either Seward or myself will let you know if we have any new additions to the team. But for now, do not tell anyone about the details of your assignments, and I will ask that you only talk about the assignment amongst yourselves or with myself and Mr. Seward. Now, if there are no questions, I bid you all Godspeed, and good luck."

"His eyes were the color of FEAR..." "Wait, what is that, YELLOW?"
RagnaTheSaviour Since: Oct, 2011
#8: Oct 27th 2011 at 8:39:17 AM

"Well well, came just in time to get our objective." Aldren said as he took a step back. The man reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigar. He lit it before letting a puff of smoke escape his mouth.

"We leaving now?" the man said as he turned away from the group and to the destroyed doorway. The man wanted to get this job done as fast as possible.

Aniventerie Detective Extroadinaire from Imagination World Since: Apr, 2010
Detective Extroadinaire
#9: Oct 27th 2011 at 11:14:21 AM

"It would appear so." Antonia said, with all the panache of someone who thinks she's in charge. She made her way out with a bit of swagger in her step.

She clearly wasn't about to apologize for the door. Such casualties were.to be expected when dealing with a woman of her eminence and charisma.

edited 27th Oct '11 7:54:34 PM by Aniventerie

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#10: Oct 27th 2011 at 12:57:54 PM

If one was to note the room, they would find that there was a servant in there, wheeling around a tray cart holding sweets and coffee, as well as all the trimmings of finger food and tiny sandwiches. The only unique thing about him was his ancestry, which was of Oriental descent, not something one would normally find employed in the White House staff.

The man in question didn't react to any of the words, interested as he was in arranging the cups and saucers into vaguely geometric shapes, as though he didn't understand the others at all.

Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.
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#11: Oct 27th 2011 at 4:12:10 PM

Amelie sighed: Every week spent off the estate was a week during which a whole lotta people got to cook the books and steal from her. She didn't like the thought of New York one bit: It was cold, expensive, mostly white and people didn't speak Creole nor practice Vodoo. "New York, New York...", she groaned. "Gig's there, so we ain't got much of an alternative. Let's get to the damn freak-show and get it over with."

edited 27th Oct '11 4:13:34 PM by SavageHeathen

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jamesisthereason That One Guy from Paper Street Since: Sep, 2011
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#12: Oct 27th 2011 at 11:02:48 PM

Lincoln suddenly caught sight of another member of the team, hiding in plain sight, arranging teacups and wheeling around the small food trolley. "Mr. Wei, if you have any feedback, we'd welcome your opinion. You ARE part of the team, after all." Seward was surprised, though, as he wasn't aware that the Oriental was there the whole time while everyone was discussing mission details.

This was dandy and all, but Eamon had to butt in at the mention of traveling back to New York; "Erm, excuse me, Mr. President, but how exactly are we going tae get tae New York in tyme before P.T. Barnum's circus performs?", he said in his Irish accent, and immediately the president glanced over again at the sky pirate, noting, "Considering that Capt. Brandt...owns the technology and transportation, it's her discretion." Eamon snapped a look back at Brandt. Were they going to ride the airship? That would be too conspicuous.

"His eyes were the color of FEAR..." "Wait, what is that, YELLOW?"
Aniventerie Detective Extroadinaire from Imagination World Since: Apr, 2010
Detective Extroadinaire
#13: Oct 28th 2011 at 8:57:18 AM

Antonia gave Lincoln a glance. "I have multiple means of transportation at my disposal. Though normally I would opt for Daedalus' Revenge, I presume we are in need of something more...low-key. For this purpose, I have my land vessel, Trevithick's Terror." She said with a hint of pride.

She continued, "It is located in the cargo bay of Daedalus' Revenge, just outside this building. It is fully stocked for many weeks of travel, so if all is taken care of, let us be off."

edited 28th Oct '11 8:58:14 AM by Aniventerie

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#14: Oct 28th 2011 at 5:33:11 PM

"Let's be on our way then." the man said to the others as he made his way to the open doorway leading into the outside hall. "I don't wish to be here for any extended period of time..." the old man said, putting a hand to his side.

With a crick of his neck, he faces the sky pirate. "Shall we be off?"

Aniventerie Detective Extroadinaire from Imagination World Since: Apr, 2010
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#15: Oct 28th 2011 at 6:16:23 PM

"Yes, of course. Right this way, ladies and gentlemen." she said, giving a wink to the heiress as she mentioned the word ladies.

She led the team outside the building. Behind the White House she had stationed her ride there: a gigantic skyship sided with shining brass, dwarfing the building it juxtaposed, with a dual set of glittering mechanical wings sprouting from the bow and stern.

"CLACK! RELEASE THE LOADING RAMP!" Antonia hollared to her first mate. Soon a panel constituting most of the stern belched steam and lowered, opening the way and creating a ramp. Antonia strutted up into the vessel's enormous cargo bay.

"I shall be down in a moment." She assured the team. "Ready yourselves for the glory of Trevithick's Terror."

edited 28th Oct '11 6:17:45 PM by Aniventerie

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#16: Oct 28th 2011 at 9:09:20 PM

"So, is this tha' part where we step away from the contraption slowly?", Eamon quipped, as he did a sign of the cross as he moved back one step. He waited for the "Grand Entrance" that Antonia was trying to build up.

"His eyes were the color of FEAR..." "Wait, what is that, YELLOW?"
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#17: Oct 29th 2011 at 5:59:29 AM

Amelie looked at the zeppelin, vaguely bemused: "I see how folks might build that thing... But I sure as Hell can't see no way to make that turn a profit.", she said. "Just the coal... That's drain enough to break the bank!"

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#18: Oct 29th 2011 at 9:26:54 AM

Suddenly, a sound, faint but growing, echoed from the belly of the skyship. It was the sound of a a train whistle, solemn from afar, but increasing with furiousness as well as volume.

As soon the sound reached it's climax, a behemoth silver bullet came screaming out of the bay, fast enough to launch it into the air and send all ten tons of pumping steel flying across the air, landing with a deafening crash twenty yards away. A cackle of glee could be heard from the inside as the driver wrenched it into a screeching drift, lifting it onto one set of wheels and the falling back down with an audible boom.

Antonia stuck her head out of the conductor's window, a look of sheer madness on her face.

"I, CAPTAIN ANTONIA BRANDT, DECLARE THIS MISSION IN OPERATION. ALL ABOARD!" she bellowed.

edited 29th Oct '11 9:27:59 AM by Aniventerie

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#19: Oct 29th 2011 at 12:25:51 PM

Aldren took a step back as he didn't want to be a part of the events unfolding on the ship. Once the captain said it was alright to get on ..in a very.. very loud voice, Heimen stepped forward and into the ship.

He didn't say much as nothing needed to be said. He kept to himself and he wanted this mission over as soon as possible.

jamesisthereason That One Guy from Paper Street Since: Sep, 2011
That One Guy
#20: Oct 29th 2011 at 5:49:56 PM

Eamon raised an eyebrow as he got onto the land-faring machine, a little worried but he really didn't have much of a choice. He felt that although Brandt had an intense flair of the dramatic, she knew what she was doing. He stepped inside, and found the interior quite nice, quite nice indeed.

"Hmmm. This may not be so bad after all. Say, Capt. Brandt, how long is the trip going to take?", he queried, before proceeding to locate a seat as he held tight onto his shillelagh.

"His eyes were the color of FEAR..." "Wait, what is that, YELLOW?"
Aniventerie Detective Extroadinaire from Imagination World Since: Apr, 2010
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#21: Oct 29th 2011 at 10:01:19 PM

"From Washington to New York? Oh, a half-day's journey." she replied, pulling and dialing controls at the dashboard.

"There are spare rooms down the hall, in case anyone wishes to rest before we arrive. I'll be driving, of course, so it's just a strong cup of tea for me." she added.

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#22: Oct 30th 2011 at 8:58:28 PM

The Irish priest took one of the comfy-looking chairs, then glanced over at Heimen, who was no doubt one of the most recognizable soldiers in the country. Hoping to chat up the only other fella' (guy) in the vehicle, he jovially said, "So, Aldren, how'd you get mixed up with all this sneaky government expeditions?"

"His eyes were the color of FEAR..." "Wait, what is that, YELLOW?"
BokhuraBurnes Radical Moderate from Inside the Bug Pit Since: Jan, 2001
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#23: Oct 31st 2011 at 12:46:55 AM

Richard approached the transport, glad to see he had made it before it took off. Although he had missed the briefing at the White House, he was not too upset about it. He didn't like Washington as a rule; after his series on corruption and machine politics (as in, the fraudulent placement of automatons on city voting lists) a couple years back, he knew there were more than a few congressmen who wouldn't mind giving him a good thrashing or worse. While he thought that Lincoln himself was well-meaning enough, he didn't want to swear for all the members of his staff.

Whatever, he thought. I'll just get briefed on the trip out.

Entering the sitting room, Richard was dismayed to see the party was slanted towards members of the bourgoisie. A pirate, a priest, a plantation owner? You couldn't do any better than this, Lincoln? Still, he suppressed his own personal feelings. He had his own reasons for investigating the recent events, and if that meant he had to look the other way, so be it. For now, however, he wanted to talk with someone who would have a slightly less privileged view, in order to get a true read on the situation.

"Excuse me," he said, turning towards the Asian man, "I was late and wasn't able to attend the briefing. Could you please tell me what our mission is?"

First they ignore you. Then they laugh at you. Then they fight you. Then you win.
RagnaTheSaviour Since: Oct, 2011
#24: Nov 4th 2011 at 7:22:03 AM

"I got called.." Heimen responds, closing his eyes half-way as he takes a seat nearby the Irish priest.

"If my country needs me, I'll protect her." the man says, looking to the other man. A lot was going through his mind at this moment. He wonders how the missis is doing, even though he hasn't been away for that long. The worry was still there.

"Even though I love the country, I love my wife too." the older man says, laughing to himself. There wasn't a lot to joke about now, except, maybe, his own life. "I want this over with as fast as possible... I have a life of my own to return to, you know?"

Sorry, I'm here now. Some stuff happened and.. yadada, let's RP~

edited 4th Nov '11 7:26:45 AM by RagnaTheSaviour

SavageHeathen Pro-Freedom Fanatic from Somewhere Since: Feb, 2011
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#25: Nov 4th 2011 at 7:29:42 AM

The most approachable of the lot were probably the Chinese dude and that other guy, so she walked towards them. "I don't think we've been introduced before, have we?", she asked.

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