Open RP post!

[inasmithsyard]

I will add prompts or scenarios in comments, or feel free to come up with your own!

Currently up for grabs characters:

Rosie
Spindle's End
inasmithsyard

Rosethorn
Circle of Magic
earthandpine

Briar
Circle of Magic
thornandmoss

Hadand
Inda
deheldegarthe

Charity
Dresden Files
charityandfaith

Molly (Rag Lady)
Dresden Files
veiledthreat

Karrin
Dresden Files
isgoodpeople

Maggie
Newsflesh
talesuntold

Chouji
Naruto
16autumnroad

Neville
Harry Potter
mimbletone

Rue
Hunger Games
daisiesguardyou

Kitten
Tortall
skysung

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Comments

[hillbillyhexer]

"Yer pa is a wise man," Ebenezar replied back firmly as he stumped along. "And speaking honestly? What happened in Chinchen Itza and as a result ain't nothin' compared to the misery the Reds heaped on the world for the last coupla millenia."

He had absolutely faith that what had happen was what needed to happen. Sometimes it made the world a darker place, but sometimes? That had to happen to make it a brighter one.

"Don't seem like it now, but in time...it'll sort itself out."

[veiledthreat]

"More unpredictable now. There was a balance of power before, however corrupt and vicious. Do you know... whole small towns are going to vanish off the map. In larger cities, all the small fish are picked off by sharks while the big fish on the Council are spread too thin. I can't let them do it here. I don't know how to stop them. I don't have enough power."

Molly used to have faith, but a lot of that was tied up in Harry and her dad. With one dead and the other never quite physically recovered from previous injuries, her faith was shaken. Not her faith in God, but her faith that everything would be okay. How could it be, when the two heroes and protectors she'd always trusted and admired were no longer standing guard?

"How many will die before the dust settles? It's bad enough here." Here in Chicago, where Harry Dresden's name still faintly echoed, where Marcone and Murphy watched the city, where the Ragged Lady haunted its streets. "There's a lot of places with no one to play boogeyman."

because I'm not sure Molly knows about the Grey

[hillbillyhexer]

"Yer right. And that's somethin' I'm gonna do my best to fix once I can get everything squared away with the council. There are still good people, willing to fight the good fight."

He very pointedly doesn't answer the question about how many will die. He has no idea and he wouldn't presume. But around the corner they go, and into a hole-in-the-wall sort of place with linoleum right out of Leave It To Beaver and hanging lights that seem old enough to work with the two of them around. He nods to a waitress and stumps over to a booth, waiting for Molly to sit before taking his own. It was only polite, after all.

"Which reminds me, there's somethin' I guess I should talk to you about. With...Harry not bein' around, at least, and there not bein' too many boogeymen around."

nor am I because I'm just on White Night in my canon review

[veiledthreat]

"Good people are the ones most likely to die without someone there to even the odds," Molly said quietly, having seen too much in the past several months to muster up much besides cynicism. She'd seen Harry's empty grave. She wondered if Ebenezar had, with its epitaph of He died doing the right thing.

Molly hooked her purple cane over the edge of the table as she sat, leaving it hanging there in precarious balance. Her stomach growled at the smell of food, complaining that she'd been doing far too much work on far too few calories. She burned up an awful lot just keeping warm. She would be ordering a lot of food if Ebenezar was treating. Molly didn't even feel sorry for his wallet.

She looked just below Ebenezar's eyes, careful not to quite meet them, as she asked, "Something you think Harry wouldn't have told me, or a new problem?"

[hillbillyhexer]

He'd be more than happy to cover the bill. This is something he can do, after all. And it isn't like he doesn't have the money. So, plunking down he nods to the waitress who bustles over and takes drink orders. The old man orders coffee, black and dark...and when Molly's ordered and she's gone he nods.

"Somethin' I asked Harry to keep secret. Somethin' I don't want spread beyond this table. Jus you and me, Miss Carpenter."

[veiledthreat]

Molly glances at Ebenezar, with his simple coffee order, before rattling off, "Three eggs, scrambled, two slices of toast, home fries, and a couple of pancakes, please. Oh, and tea for me." She looked unapologetically at Ebenezar. "It's cold, and I'm always moving," she offered by way of explanation. This is the best meal she'll have had all day. "Need calories," Molly said simply. She snorted, the sound more bitter than genuinely amused. Reminders of her teacher always hurt and carry with them a flash of guilt. "I used to tell Harry to eat healthier, but now I eat like him whenever I get the chance." Maybe junk food and massive amounts of calories at a time are just necessities when it comes to keeping Chicago safe. Even boogeymen have to keep their energy up somehow.

Once the waitress has left them, she carefully considers her words. She won't break promises. It's a bad idea for wizards in general, not to mention that the part of Molly that is her parents' child rebels against it instinctively. "I won't promise never to tell," she warns. "I might decide I have to. If keeping your secrets quiet endangers lives, I won't do it."

[hillbillyhexer]

"That's fine. Cuz tellin' will probably get me killed anyway. It ain't nothing terrible, just somethin' necessary." Which is often one and the same, to be honest. He shrugged and leaned back in his seat, eyeing the departing waitress skeptically.

"Harry ever tell you about the Grey Council?"

[veiledthreat]

"I choose who I talk to more carefully than that," Molly says scornfully. She may be prone to babbling now, a tendency she furthers to put off those who would try to offer her warmth and welcome, but she's kept one huge heavy secret. She can manage another, however high the cost. If Molly were to tell, she certainly wouldn't do so to anyone who might use the information to harm Ebenezar and the few other members of the Council she actually cares about. Molly has already done her best to protect Ramirez, making sure she stays out of sight so he has no reason to break Council law or bring her in.

"Here I thought the White Council was bad enough to deal with." She might not know any of the details he's about to share, but Molly doesn't need those to infer how ominous the topic sounds. And no offense to certain Council members, but some people sitting at this table may have issues with their no-longer-suspended death sentences, among the many other issues.