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« on: October 25, 2005, 02:58:15 AM »
It was kind of a drag to be called upon to take part in the operation. Robin was a US Marshall. He was ready and willing to do the job. The problem was that at his age, the senior people in the region didn't feel he was up to the task of doing any of the work in apprehending the target. No, he was called in to assist in the transportation of the target to a secure facility. In spite of this, he knew that he had what was needed to be a credit to the badge. Even if he had to spend years to prove it.
 
OOC: Ok, this is just to get things going. Feel free to ad lib as you feel up to it.
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« Reply #1 on: October 25, 2005, 04:26:38 PM »
Robin looked over at his prisoner from under lidded eyes.  He didn’t look like a cold-blooded rapists and killer, but if they had their man- and like Matt Dillon, the US Marshals always got their man- then this one was definitely among the worst of the worse.   He looked more like a banker or an accountant, being short, pudgy, and having a complexion that leant itself more to being pallid than pale.  His short, limp, brown hair, and mouse gray eyes, only added to his sense of being harmless.  But he was far from harmless.   He had kidnapped a family of four in Greenup County Kentucky, raped the wife and eleven year-old daughter and then killed the whole family before fleeing the park in their stolen RV.  Now, he was sitting in the back of a sedan, wearing a bullet proof vest and his hands securely held by a set of cuffs connected to the floor of the car by a stout chain.
   Robin on the other hand was sitting beside him with his arms crossed and his hand gently resting on the comforting weight of his automatic under the jacket he was wearing.  It was currently loaded with normal brass jacketed .45 caliber rounds, however he had a very special extra clip in his holster loaded with silver- just in case.  His own attire of a jeans, a shirt and tie, and cowboy boots was in stark contrast to the prisoner’s rumpled blue suit.
   “I can see you watching me, Marshall,” the prisoner said.  “Aren’t you a little young for this kind of duty? Shouldn’t you be out cheering on the old high school or something?”
   Robin raised one lid and studied him.  He knew the other two officers in the front of the car, Davidson and Martinez were listening closely to see how he would handle this.  Robin just smiled at him and said in a low voice, “I seem to recall your instructions were to remain silent, Grizwauld.”
   “And If I don’t, what are you going to do about it?” the prisoner asked.
   Robin carefully checked to make sure that the other two Marshals were not looking before turning to face Grizwauld and opening his eyelids as he let them shift into small tiger eyed slits.  He could feel the cat in him come to the surface as he growled lowly toward the prisoner saying, “Eat you.”
   The reaction was immediate and very satisfying.  On some instinctual level a challenge was thrown down and Grizwauld had refused to pick it up. Robin knew when the man swallowed and looked directly ahead that there would be no more comments from Trevor Grizwauld on this trip, but only the occasional worried side-long glance.
   Robin knew it was petty.  He also knew that if he hadn’t done it, then the man would have pushed the issue and Robin would have been teased the whole trip and then teased by his colleagues in the front seat.  Now there would only be silence, and maybe he’d get a chance at a better assignment later.  Now he could concentrate on whether or not he wanted to go see that new Celtic Rock  band playing this weekend.


   
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« Reply #2 on: October 26, 2005, 09:21:14 AM »
The trip to the place that Grizwauld would await trial was uneventful save for another test by the man. Perhaps he had tried to convince himself that he couldn't have seen what he thought he saw in Robin's eyes. This time, Robin was able to get the same effect without showing anything abnormal. A steel like gaze with the words "You will get what is coming to you," was enough to keep control of the situation.

As the two senior marshalls take the criminal from the car, you are left to fall into place behind them. The move was supposed to be a secret, but there are some people gathered there even so. Robin's eyes scan the small knot of people making sure that nobody looks ready to bring a weapon to bear. Within the small group of people, Robin sees a striking pair of dark brown eyes that dart away quickly after meeting his. That glance felt like the strum of a guitar string within the mystical energy that surrounds him.
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« Reply #3 on: October 26, 2005, 11:35:02 AM »
Robin raises an eyebrow, does a quick check to make sure he's not falling behind, and then scans the audience to see if he can catch sight of the person to whom those eyes belong.

Alas, the eyes and the strumming feeling is nowhere to be seen just yet, so he turns back to his duty of escorting the prisoner and watching for possible snipers in the crowd.  Mentally he tells himself, "Now I've got something to consider other than that band this weekend.  Of in the corner of his mind, he hears the amused chuckle of Snowblind, his avatar.

OOC- Didn't know how much leeway I had in writing here.

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« Reply #4 on: October 26, 2005, 04:16:26 PM »
OOC: You can take liberty with most things in the story, but the major NPCs or situations that I am developing might take some time to reveal. In short, you can go for any writing you wish. If it changes things, then I will adjust. If I really have to have something go different, I will let you know, and we can adjust the story from there.

As you walk into the building, the sounds of the footsteps take on a strange echo like sound. It isn't until you stop listening to them that you discover that the echos seem to be saying things.

"Karma's Debt" sounds as the shoes of the leader of the mission strike the hallway floor.
Another click that echoes Blood for blood
Soul's Vengence whispers in yet another echo's pattern.
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« Reply #5 on: October 26, 2005, 06:32:41 PM »
Robin smiled as the wights continued their intonations to him.  He focused on the mission leader, Davidson and surrpeptiously traced the rune Ansuz in front of himself.  At the release of his will, he could see part of the tapestry of the man's life wind out from him.  Many of the warp threads were bare and incomplete, while others tangled out in all different directions.  Robin understood- Davidson owed so much of his orlog to others who'd helped him that there was nothing left for himself.  He was a "taker" who'd taken from everyone around him, and not given back to his friends, his family or his ancestors.  Now he had nothing of his own, it was all owed to others.  This was the kind of man of which Robin knew he should be careful around.

He let his gaze slide over to Martinez and had to quietly recover from the shock from what he saw there.  The man had no more luck- good or bad.  He'd been touched by death and his days were numbered.  Robin knew that nothing Martinez began would come to a good end.   He was fey and would bring down all those around him before it was over.  Looking closer, Robin could see the nature of Martinez' luckless status.  He'd taken a life, a life that was innocent. Now the wights were calling for him to pay the weregild- in his own blood.

Sliding over to Grizwauld, Robin was not suprised by what he saw there.  The mand was guilty.  There for any with the gift to see was the wights clarion call for vengence upon his soul.  He could almost make out the form of the family he'd slain.  Robin quickly made the sign of the hammer over his heart and nodded in acknowlegement to the vengeful dead who hovered around this man.  His soul was bound for the darkest corner of Hel's realm.

Pulling himself back to reality, Robin found himself going through the motions of checking the prisoner into the maximum security section of the prison.  He stepped back to allow the prison guards to take possession of the prisoner.  One of larger correctional officers did a double take at him and said, "You must be new."

Robin smiled at him and replied, "Just started about two weeks ago."

"So they still give the rookie the 'shiznit' jobs then," he said knowingly. "Don't worry, once the know they can count on you, you'll get better assignments."

Robin just nodded and watched as Martinez and Davidson took the prisoner on back.  Standard procedure was for him to stay behind with one correctional officer during the prisoner transfer to avoid too many non prison personel in the holding areas.  "I'm sure I will. I just have to take my time," he told the man.

The larger guard looked around the corner before saying saying anything else.  After making sure the area was clear, he said, "Look, you seem like a good kid.  You up for some advice from an old pro?"

Robin just shrugged, "I'm always willing to listen to someone with more experience."

The man just smiled before saying, "Don't let them keep you on this detail for too long. It's usually where rookies start out, but it's also where guys who don't cut it, or have managed to 'I used a bad word here because I have no imagination' up royally usually end up.  Don't let their stink rub off on you, if you know what I mean."

Robin thought about what he'd seen in the other mens auras and nodded, "Actually, I think I DO know what you mean.  Thanks for the advice."

"Didn't cost me anthing to give it," the other man replied before offering his hand.  "I'm Presley by the way, Tom Presley."

Robin took the hand and shook it firmly, "Robin Greenbough, nice to meet you Tom."

The bigger man smiled and the two chatted about sports- Robin was surprised to find another Auburn fan this far north- until Davidson and Martinez returned.  After picking up their guns, Martinez nodded and said, "C'mon Greenbough.  We're done."

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« Reply #6 on: October 26, 2005, 06:40:08 PM »
As Robin and the two senior officers leave the building, he sees a slender woman with long dark brown hair standing a short distance away. She seems intent on not being noticed, but to his senses, now on edge because of what occurred inside, she lit up like a beacon to his perception.
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« Reply #7 on: October 27, 2005, 12:50:05 AM »
Putting on his sunglasses, Robin uses the moment to take a good long look at the woman, doing his best to commit her features to memory.  Women rarely had this kind of an affect on him, but this one seemed to be different for some reason.  Briefly, he toyed with the idea of going over and introducing himself, but decided that would be in particularly bad form with his present company.  

Looking around, he hopes to get some indication of what car she might be driving but in the vast yard that is the prison parking lot, there's really not much hope of that.  Something deep inside him however, told him that he wold be seeing this woman again.  He was just unsure if it was for bale or bane.

Climbing into the back of the sedan he rode back to the staging area silence.  He could almost taste the dark orlog oozing off his compatriots, like a oily aftertaste of steaks put too soon to the grill after the starter fluid. He realized that he'd let the woman who'd caught his eyes get through his shields, and that had made him hyper-sensitive to his companions.  Chastising himself for the breakin discipline, he resolved to spend an extra hour tonight meditating on the rune Algiz and its uses for protection.
 
He never thought he'd be thinking this, but he was actually looking forward to getting to the paperwork awaiting them at the main office as an excuse not to be around them.  He sent a silent prayer up to the Allfather that he would not be the one that was caught in the crossfire when they went down.
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« Reply #8 on: October 27, 2005, 04:20:52 PM »
Much later, within the safety of his sanctum, Robin concentrates upon the events of the past day. His direct supervisor had been irritated, and it seemed even a bit irritated that Robin had been sent on that particular retrievil mission. It looked as if someone was out to get the young marshall. Robin couldn't be sure if it was anything to do with his mystical heritage, or just someone that had taken a dislike to him.

Reflecting on the strange events that had occured in the prison entrance. Looking back at the events, brought a startling awareness. The magic had been external to the facility. It was subtle, but someone was using magic there. Someone had meant for something to happen, yet his own presence there had caused a change to the plan. The woman had to have something to do with it.
After this, he knew that he couldn't do anything about it at that moment, so he relaxed and let the trance bring him into the center of peace and rejuvenate his inner being.
He had a two day break after that mission, and he intended to use it well.
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« Reply #9 on: October 27, 2005, 06:17:53 PM »
Awakening from his trance, and feeling much refreshed, he wasn’t surprised to find that he’d shifted into his near-human form, the one in which he felt the most comfortable.  Purring softly he padded his way to the shower and shifted back to his human form.

After a quick shower and a change into jeans and his favorite “club” shirt, he grabbed his jacket, and helmet- the one with the tiger face airbrushed on it-  and headed into town on his motorcycle.  Usually to work, he drove either the Ram or Cougar in case he had to drive a colleague. However tonight, he was looking for the freedom the Ninja gave him.   Tonight, he felt something stirring in him that he hadn’t felt in a while. Tonight, he was on the prowl.

He headed toward the club section of town, and began cruising up and down the strip, trying to find a place that felt right to his senses.  Robin discovered early on that one of the problems with being what he is was that most clubs with their smoke and hyper amplified music tended to over-stimulate his more acute senses and give him a headache so finding a the right mix of atmosphere and noise in a clubbing scene could be difficult at best, and impossible at worst.
   
Tonight however, he realized that he would be willing to put up with a great deal to satisfy the itch he was starting to feel.  He smiled as he thought to himself, Now, do I want steak or fish tonight?  Finally, he just decided to go with whichever presented itself.

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« Reply #10 on: October 28, 2005, 03:53:49 PM »
The bike hummed beneath him as he cruised up the strip. The beast within Robin thrilled at the speed he could acheive and the smooth graceful way the bike handled the curves. As he extended his senses outward to find that RIGHT place to be this evening, he felt a throb of passion from one club. Another seemed to radiate an energy of exuberant glee. Yet as he pondered which if either of these he would investigate, further ahead, atop a building, a dark bolt of despair sparked outward, sending a wave of hopelessness flooding outward from that point.
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« Reply #11 on: October 29, 2005, 12:55:36 AM »
The wave that hit him drove all the senses from him.  Somebody was in dire straights, and from the feeling of it, they were in pretty bad shape.  Robin wasn't much of an empath, but when it was something this strong, he couldn't help let the cat side of him take over.  "You know what they say about curiosity and cats," his Avatar whispered in his mind.

Robin just shrugged and growled under his breath, "And satisfaction brough him back."

"Grow up," his Avatar said petulantly.  "I was hoping for a little fun tonight and you let one cry for help that's none of your business get in the way of your little head doing your thinking.  What kind of cat are you?"

"That made no sense whatsoever.  You told me to grow up and then compain about me not doing something childish," he told the Avatar.

"I'm a cat. I like my pleasures, and of late there haven't been enough of them in your life.  If you're not careful, Brisengamen's Owner is going to hit you with a clue-by-four."

"It's a start.  Who knows, I may mee the love of my life chasing after this."

"Well, I got news for you, Gunga din.  If you don't step on it, the love of your life is going to be sidewalk pizza."


"I'll take care of it, eventually.  I've just got to find the right person."


" "And chasing off after some damsel in distress is finding the right person?"

"And how do you know I won't meet the love of my life chasing after this damsel, or knight as the case may be, in distress?" he told the nosey cat.

"Well if you don't step on it, the love of your life is going to be sidewalk pizza."the cat told him.

Robin looked up at building at which he'd just arried.  A lone figure was backing away from something out of sight ten stories above on the rooftoop.

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« Reply #12 on: October 31, 2005, 05:55:42 PM »
The building seems to be one of the buildings that has been abandoned due to business failure. Nary at light is lit within the 5 story edifice. As he looks, Robin can see that one window, on the fourth floor does show that at least one light glows in intermittant pulses.
There is a ladder for emergency access to the roof. It would be a long climb for most, but no problem at all for Robin.
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« Reply #13 on: November 01, 2005, 01:10:59 PM »
Robin stopped the bike just short of the fire escape, turned the engine off and pocketed the key before he looking around to see if anyone was looking. When he was sure the coast was clear, he took one quick leap to grab the bottom rung of the fire escape and then began to scramble up it.

Arriving at the lighted window, he hung there silently as he  let his eyes shift to those of a cat so he can see through the dimly lit area.  With a note of irony he realized that his Avatar had quieted, something about curiosity after all.

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« Reply #14 on: November 01, 2005, 03:23:21 PM »
The lit window is at the front of the building while the ladder is at the rear. There is a way in to allow that light to be checked out, yet the sound of steps running across the roof can be heard.
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« Reply #15 on: November 01, 2005, 03:26:14 PM »
At the sounds of the steps head on up as fast as I can to the roof.

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« Reply #16 on: November 01, 2005, 03:34:20 PM »
You feel your body respond by shifting the muscles in your arms and legs up to the most advantagous form. With a powerful ripple in your muscles you leap onto the roof to spot a figure running toward the edge at full speed.
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« Reply #17 on: November 01, 2005, 03:46:41 PM »
If the figure is running toward Robin, he let's his form shift back to human and moves to intercept them if it appears they are about to head over the edge.  If they are moving away from him, then again he lets himself shift back to human and moves carefully toward them in the hopes of finding out what's going on here.

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« Reply #18 on: November 01, 2005, 03:49:14 PM »
The figure, running away from you toward the front of the building. It looks as if they want to get enough speed to throw themselves out over the street for a deadly plumet.
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« Reply #19 on: November 01, 2005, 06:52:31 PM »
Taking a quick inventory of the situation, Robin has little time to react before the fleeing figure reaches a point of no return. Instead of trying to chase him/her down and frightening them even more, he focuses his will and traces two runes in the air and releases his will as he says quietly, Thuraz, Issa.  

As he heads toward the figure as quickly as he can without running, he feels the magic go out from him, striking the target's legs and hopefully setting off cramps that will trip him/her.

"Life's a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death."

 

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