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Thread: One Fateful Knight (Tictacguy123 x Morgenson)

Vincent sighed as she turned away from him, breaking down. It pained him to see her feel this way, but he felt the same. It was going to be a struggle to keep their relationship a secret, that much was clear. Still, it was imperative that they keep their love secret while dismantling the corruption that had set in since her mother's death. There was the easy way to get away with it all fake her death, run far from the kingdom and find a new life. But Vincent couldn't help but feel that it could cause more issues than it would solve. My darling Vincent started, stepping towards Daniella, his gloved hand resting lightly on her shoulder, we have an enormous task ahead of us. If your step mother truly is as devious as you believe her to be, she could be orchestrating much of this behind closed doors. Her plans could be widespread and devastating, causing unrest and injustice throughout our kingdom, and perhaps through neighboring kingdoms as well. We must be strong. I will be your anchor during these trials. We must keep the guests unaware of our plans as we investigate the possibilities of your step mother being involved in the death of your mother, and we must see if the document your father signed truly exists still. If either of these things come to light, it could become very dangerous for the royal family, including you unfortunately. Should that occur, if it is still easier to run, we can feign your passing. No one would second guess it if it appeared that a rioter had taken your life. He embraced her gently, but firmly. We will make it, I promise you.
Thread: One Fateful Knight (Tictacguy123 x Morgenson)

She turned to look at him as his hand came to her shoulder, her eyes staring up at him as he spoke, sighing a little bit. Daniella knew he was right but didn't want to have to deal with the lies they'd be telling, let alone dealing with the asshole suitors her father would have running around over the next few weeks to a month. Inwardly she was praying to the Gods that they would find what they needed quickly vs it taking a long time. Daniella hugged him as he embraced her, giving him a soft kiss as she pulled back, her hand touching his cheek lightly.I will do what I can to keep the men from knowing our plan. If it comes down to us having to fake my death, then so be it but let's hope that is the last thing we have to do. This kingdom is mine not the woman who calls herself Queen. She fixed her hair and moved out the door of his room, waiting for him to join her. Once he did, she took a deep breath and they made their way to the quarters of the suitor who was currently there to get to know the princess. Hopefully, she could get him to leave sooner than later so he would be one less person to deal with while they tracked down the papers. So, first I need you to track down someone for me. She no longer works in the castle but I was super close with her when she was the maiden for my mother. I know she lives on the outside of the main city somewhere. Once you have found her exact location, get her a message that I will be visiting soon after that. I can get in and out of the castle without anyone seeing me and as you know, I've been doing it for years. She whispered this to him so if anyone was nearby they wouldn't hear her.
Thread: Old Heroes Never Die (Cororu and I)

Maybe he had died, maybe somewhere on that boat, his body had decided to give up with his mind. When you run for so long, sometimes it was hard to stop running and rest for a change. But when he opened his eyes, he honestly thought he was dreaming. He saw some beautiful woman with glowing wings, hands outstretched and welcoming. He knew the familiar sensation the moment that he had the clarity to think of it. Her biotic technology was one of a kind and considering how much he used it in his travels...well, it was easy enough to figure it out. It worked well, for a number of reasons...but it was hardly pleasant to actually feel the wounds closing and knitting together slowly, and the pain in his arm was starting to fade considerably. Nhn... Jack grunted in irritation, his eyes bleary and unfocused. Angela? Habit, more than anything. How many times had she been there to fix him when he was broke? It just always seemed to happen that way, even now. It was a funny little joke that people called her a guardian angel, but they had no idea how right they really were. Unsurprisingly, because the pain was on a more manageable level, the first reaction he had was to try and sit up.
Thread: Old Heroes Never Die (Cororu and I)

The paramedics cheer as they watch Jack sit up. The applause is both for the good doctor and for the miracle that the patient is alive and on the road to recovery. It is a joyous occasion, and Angela, eager to see an old comrade well, sighs happily and gives Jack a firm hug as he rises. Oh, Jack. You had me so worried there. She releases the hug for a moment, looks upon him with a happy smile, and pats his shoulders a few times. Then, she winds up a fist. She isn't as strong as the other members, but she still has that combat training from long since whence square fist, hips cocked, and fist not too-overextended. She slams him across the face, index and middle knuckle first across the cheek. Dummkopf! Wie kannst du so egoistisch sein? Do you have any idea how stressful it is for me to see my friends like that? Angela shakes her hand a bit, somehow hurting herself as much as she tried to hurt Jack. The paramedics leave the tent quickly. The air grew too thick to breathe, and they should like to find something a bit less awkward among the country of flooded sewage waters. Angela paces back and forth around Jack, pointing and wagging her finger. Overwatch is gone! Kapoots! Auf Wiedersehen! She stops her pacing, takes a deep breath, and gathers a few supplies. She places a mild anti-septic on Jack's face, where she punched him. Thereafter, she places a small lidocaine patch, numbing the pain. It's nice to see you, Jack. But this isn't how we should meet, and-, she sighs, wh-what are you even doing here? After this storm no less?
Thread: Old Heroes Never Die (Cororu and I)

Jack had forgotten vaguely that Angela knew how to hit anything, let alone him. The grunt was one of surprise and mild pain as he rubbed jaw in irritation. The lectures sounded familiar, only because they were very familiar. It seemed like old times, didn't it? The days where Angela would chastise everyone for overextending themselves, or getting hurt and having her deal with the outcome without a care or concern. The ever calm and angelic Dr. Zeigler had a mean right hook for a doctor. He didn't say anything, however...at least not until she actually started to prod his cheek with her anti-septic. Fishing, Jack replied dryly, his weathered eyes looking at her I was in Cape Town a few hours ago, where am I now? Nevermind that fishes didn't usually carry shotguns, and never mind you didn't normally fish with a tactical visor and a pulse rifle, semantics as far as Jack was concerned. American fishing was a complicated sport. More importantly, how long had he been out? Did Talon know he was here? Why was Angela here?
Thread: Old Heroes Never Die (Cororu and I)

For every reason she greatly admires Jack, Angela has every reason to detest him as well. Fishing? Von all den dummen Grnden... She takes yet another long, disappointed sigh. With your gun, Jack? She steps forward, angrily prodding the side of his visor with her finger. And this? Are you trying to get more fish in your sights? She wants to go longer, but an anger-fueled tirade will do little else now. It didn't work the first time. Angela steps back, takes yet another breath, and softly takes Jack's hand. She helps him off the table, easing him gently knowing the sensitive nature of his recovery. You're in Sandbaai. Whatever 'fishing' you were doing, just be glad you weren't swept up into the sewage waters. At that point, a chemist quickly steps in, handing Angela a bottle with the familiar Rx symbol upon it. Of which, Angela firmly places it into Jack's pocket. You're going to take those tablets exactly as I prescribed on the bottle, understand? Her tone has grown more commanding. With age, she has become stronger and wiser. On top of that, she needs not worry about commanding officers anymore. Though, that isn't to say she doesn't have the memories. Angela softly pats Jack's hand, sighing. She gazes upwards at him, reaches up, and slowly takes off his visor. She has memories, still, of the stalwart blonde man who once led an organization for the greater good. Now, she sees an older man all the same, but none the wiser. Look at you, Jack. You can't keep doing this. One day, I won't be there to raise you. Overwatch is gone. Perhaps, then, this, she looks towards his rife, should be too?
Thread: Old Heroes Never Die (Cororu and I)

Sorry, Doc, Jack murmured, his weathered eyes returning back to hers. It was a stark contrast to how the years had gone by for either of them, Angela never looked anything other than beautiful and put together from the years in Overwatch. Him? He looked like an old dog with blunted fangs, still trying to bite. But he couldn't stop, not yet...if ever, it was all he knew and all he continued to know, what would Jack Morrison be without 'Soldier'? Overwatch was over, but the way it ended was something he would never accept. There was more going on, much more than he knew and he was trying to figure it out. The world doesn't stop fighting because you want it to, he grunted, rolling his shoulders a moment. There's still more I need to do. Maybe he hadn't aged well, but his purpose was clear and that was the only thing that kept him moving. Maybe he was a stubborn idiot, but he never claimed to be anything else and back then was different. He had a good reason behind him for being a stubborn idiot, but now he was just some dumb old man running around fighting a war that had ended for everyone else years ago.
Thread: Old Heroes Never Die (Cororu and I)

It's Gabriel again, isn't it? She reaches down towards Jack's chest, remembering the specifics of the wound she just healed. Looked like the kind of thing a 12 gauge, 2 34, 20 pellets buckshot would cause. She looks back up to Jack, staring at him intently. The kind that Gabriel used before, or rather, she gently sighs, used a few hours ago when you were 'fishing,' Jack? She helps Jack off the table, heading back to her desk for a moment. Walkre deaktivieren. The valkyrie suit neatly folds upon itself to a container into Angela's hand - roughly the size of a Frisbee. She picks back up her labcoat, worn and frail, and slowly slips it on. Jack. I'm not asking you to stop, Fruend. Take some time to recover. I could even use a hand here. She fixes her hair, adjusts her collar, and approaches Jack once more. She reaches over to the table, pushing his rifle to the side and gently pats the pocket that she placed the medication in. At least until you finish these. Then, I can have you leave my supervision in good conscience. Ist das gut?
Thread: Old Heroes Never Die (Cororu and I)

I don't have much of a choice, do I? Jack grunted in irritation, glancing away like a dog who didn't like his leash. But that was Angela for you every time she was right, Jack never liked it. As it stood, he was in no position to do much more than take medication and be unpleasant about it. As it stood anyway, he was in no condition to go anywhere while his body did it's work. Maybe it was a good idea, especially if Talon was snooping around the continent and Gabriel didn't trust to see if he killed him. He didn't enjoy the thought of him finding Angela. So, what do you need me for, Doc? he asked dryly. Pep talks?
Thread: Old Heroes Never Die (Cororu and I)

Angela smiles and even giggles as she softly taps the top of Jack's head with her pen. There's always a choice, Jack. You just make the wrong ones. She picks up her clipboard and begins looking at the schedule. She runs her pen up and down the clipboard. Pep talk? Well, you could go around and make sure people are working and not glued to that television set. She hands Jack a copy of a map of the local area. It's more or less a series of squares with notes on it. Sometimes it's the news, sometimes it's soap dramas, but it's always a waste of the patient's time. Angela grabs a labcoat for Jack. It's a bit on the tight side, but no other staff members are built quite like Jack. Wear this to seem more authoritative. If anyone questions you, tell them you're under Dr. Ziegler's command. She giggles at the idea, being in charge of someone who once held one of the most prominent titles in the world. As she heads out of the tent, she stops for a brief moment, turns to Jack and smiles. It really is good to see you again, Jack. She steps out, and even from within the tent, Angela can be heard commanding other physicians to attend which tent for what purpose.
Thread: Old Heroes Never Die (Cororu and I)

Jack was silent for a long time after Angela left, staring at the coat with a dissatisfied purse of his lips. He knew some basic triage, through his own injuries and his time in the military...he was no combat medic, but he knew some of the basics. He was sure that seeing some sour-faced old man making sure nobody had died and keeping an eye on efficiency, she was going to use him as a way to scare people to work? He sighed faintly, pinching the bridge of his scarred nose before glancing down at the map. Authoritative, huh? Well, he practically breathed that if his old friend said anything, it was one thing he could always do because he was so tall and intimidating looking. Did he really have to wear the stupid coat? He decided against it, but he found it draped over his shoulder anyway as he headed out of the tent to assess what was going on. He didn't have much choice but to linger around and take his medication anyway, He had forgotten that Angela went where she was needed, never resting or stopping in her almost fanatical desire to help everyone she came across. It was commendable and appreciated on a global level, and Jack recalled the somewhat awkward discussions over it on news sites and television Did her acts of Philanthropy count as an Overwatch mission? Ultimately, you couldn't' turn away someone like Angela Ziegler, you'd be shooting yourself in the foot and not having the best doctor to fix it. He supposed the least he could do was make sure this operation was running smoothly. And if there was one thing that Jack Morrison could do, it was rally people to a cause, he didn't need them to like him, and that just made it all the easier to start motivating in his own little way. In two short hours, there was no slacking off when humanitarian aid was needed...people could rest when they were dead, they had work to do and Jack made damn well sure that they were going to do it. By the time that he had arrived at Angela's side, currently speaking with an already nervous nurse who seemed to sink back at Jack's arrival, he handed her the map. It was clear that he had chats with just about everyone while Doctor Ziegler was busy. Mission Accomplished, he grunted. Nobody is slacking under your command, Doctor.
Thread: Old Heroes Never Die (Cororu and I)

Angela makes her routine around the various tents. There are about 30 in total - larger than one might expect yet smaller than what those in need hope. The work is exhausting, but Angela, with bags under her eyes and a heavy sigh, continues on. Occasionally, she, herself, must perform the medical procedures, but they are rare. Her position requires her to coordinate care, direct lesser doctors, and ensure patient follow up is both appropriate and to the extent only necessary. The work is always endless, but proper rotation ensures some amount of rest. Jack approaches, and to him, Angela smiles. All done? That's a good doctor's assistant. Angela checks her watch and looks to Jack. It's both time for lunch and your second dosing now. Why don't we head over to the mess hall. She gently tugs on Jack's sleeve, and leads Jack through a series of twists and turns. Well, it's more of a tent, really. You know how these rescue missions work. The mess hall is, as Angela suggested, a larger than normal tent with several plastic tables. The number of people are far too many to accommodate, serving both patients and physicians. Angela and Jack have separate lines, meaning food comes more quickly. Though, it's still the same rather simple porridge, basic meats, and veggies that everyone gets. Angela sits with the people, smiling and making small talk. She invites Jack to sit near her, of course. After the small talk, she looks to Jack once more with a sweet smile. Isn't this nice, Jack? Just simple, good-hearted work? Something away from all the fire and brimstone?
Thread: Old Heroes Never Die (Cororu and I)

There was a time when Jack had a heart for it, in all honesty. When he saw the plight of the common person and wanted to devote endless resources to bring things up for everyone. He supposed he was naive then, but that naivety brought him a new understanding of the many shadows of the world. Seeing so many people laughing and smiling for a cause worth fighting for was something that he had seen very little of in his narrow-minded travels. But now, he felt like it was a waste of time. He saw these people eating and laughing and wondering if they knew why they had to do this in the first place. Why these places lacked the kind of infrastructure, money and time they needed to improve on their own? But that was Angela for you, wasn't it? Ever the hopeful one, against all odds and understanding and likely knowing that this job would be done in a year, but the problems would linger because there was no way to stop them once they left. And yet still, here he was...being yanked around by Angela like things had never changed when they both knew better. He assumed she did, anyway. ...I suppose, Jack uttered out, like an unpleasant cough in his throat. His work had meaning and it had merit. Talon was stronger than ever, and he still needed answers. You couldn't save the world with open palms, one had to be a fist. You had to stand up for what you believed in and fight until you had nothing left, you couldn't do that if you weren't afraid to put your life on the line for it.
Thread: Current Interests

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Thread: [Class] Fucking 101

For this thread, I am playing the Head Mistress I watch the classroom door from down the hallway. I will be teaching this class, but I like to toy with the students. They never expect that their teacher will be the Head Mistress of the school... They file into the empty classroom, preparing for History of Intercourse in the Media That is how the class is listed on the schedule, but that is not what the class really is. In reality, it is Fucking 101 and it is the course for students that were virgins when they came to the Sex Academy. Many of the students are forced enrolls, seeing as they are more likely to be virgins. The deception is to make sure they get into the classroom without suspicion. Once I see the last of the students enter, I come up inconspicuously from behind and slide cooly through the door, locking it behind me. I make my way to the front slowly as I address them. Hello class, as you all know, I am the Head Mistress of the Sex Academy. But I will also be your teacher for this class. No need to worry, though. It's just 'History of Intercourse in the Media', right? No sex needed. Well, I've got bad news for you all. This is not the class you thought it was. In this class... 'Fucking 101' you will be doing nothing but having sex. And I am here to make sure of it! Now... let's make sure everyone is being good and no one is missing...
Thread: [Class] Fucking 101

Kyro gets settled in his seat, curious to see who shows up. As many of the forced enrolls enter, he thinks that maybe they were given this course to ease into the school. For himself, he was curious as to why the initiation machine chose this class. He was well-read in intercourse in the media. When the headmistress entered, he nearly fell out of his chair. 'THE HEADMISTRESS?!?!' He wanted to scream, but settled for a wide-eyed stare. After seeing her slyly lock the door, and give her explanation, all he could do was smirk discretely to himself. Here, headmistress
Thread: [Class] Fucking 101

Actually a little early this time around unlike him entering late for the welcoming ceremony, William had taken his seat, somewhat careful that he didn't situate himself into a female student's desk by accident, considering the academy he was in. This course sounded fairly normal for what it said on the door, and he believed it would revolve somewhat around textbooks and such, which was something he was rather comfortable and looking forward to. He wanted to cheer, but he knew if he did so prematurely, odds were the teacher could call on him to do... something. And that wasn't something he was exactly looking forward to as a whole. Regardless, when the last of the students entered, William watched the headmistress enter, and saw her handle the door for a moment, before she took her place in front of the board. As Alex gave her explanation that she would be teaching the course, he was a little surprised, but then again, maybe it was because the academy is understaffed just for the time being. As she went to describe the course, at first, it was as if his prayers have been answered... then Alex pulled that 180 with her words, that all they would essentially be doing for this class is to engage in sexual activity. Ohhh, boy, William thought to himself, that he very well has his work cut out for him, and knew he shouldn't have set his hopes too high or anything. Although... He did enjoy his time with Jude back in the dorm it was amazing, he would admit so openly... the idea of having such intercourse in front of others, though, really had him wonder. Present, Headmistress. William was sure to make sure she knew he was there when she should begin to do her roll call on the class and the students attended once he was called on for that, he did a brief look around to see if Jude happened to be present as well...