[D20 Modern]Department 7 (IC)

[perrinmiller]

Kara Acoma

To Rodny’s brief attempt at an explanation and subsequent decision to wait, she only nods slightly in understanding acknowledgement.

Kara easily notices Nick’s wandering eyes. He should probably notice the bulge in her leather jacket from her Glock in the shoulder hostler, her petite frame is not able to conceal it very well. <<OOC: Of course with Nick’s poor dice roll, maybe not. As for the lady lumps, well her endowments are more Asian than buxom blond, to each his own.>>

As for his words, she listens for awhile with a slight smile on her expression. Then in soft contralto voice she replies, “Nick, is it? I believe you have me mistaken for someone else. I am a here to start a new job, probably the same as you, neh?”

She will give the Chinese man a cursory look, but says nothing to break the ice yet, possibly playing the shy Asian girl, who knows for sure with women.

 

[Felix1459]

"Oh, in that case forget what I just said. Well, heh, that doesn't change the fact that I'm still me...so who are you?"Nick asks trying to recover from his awkward stare and a slightly awkward case of mistaken identity. As he waits for the answer he looks around for this "Ms. Johnson" and takes in the view of the house. Rodny had mentioned an armory...but he honestly wouldn't have thought this place would've had one from the looks of the outside of the house.

 

[Herobizkit]

Rory sat on the bus in quiet contemplation, looking out the window and watching his home city drift off into the distance. The sun was setting on Beantown, but Rory felt as though a new dawn was just around the corner for his new life. Department 7, wizards, fey... the whole concept of a magical world existing in secret, yet in plain sight, and that he could perceive and eventually control this new reality... Rory's head swam with the possibilities.

He drifted in and out of sleep for most of the trip. While he was elated at the opportunity to put the Catholic lifestyle behind him (and guilt-free at that), he couldn't help but think of the good times he had with the friends he had made there... especially Twilight. Hopefully, Rory thought, Department 7 offered vacation pay, or shore leave, or whatever they call gettin' away to get "a fine bit o' stuff".

When Rory next awoke, he found that the bus had stopped at its destination. Bleary-eyed, Rory hoisted his military-style duffel bag over his shoulder and disembarked from the bus. He flagged down a cab and told the driver the address that Twilight had given him: 185 South Street. The cabbie gave Rory a sidelong glance, mumbled something about "that place being a popular spot lately", and had Rory at the front steps of a stately townhouse in twenty minutes.

Rory climbed the front steps and rang the bell adjacent to the entry doors.

<<OOC: Yeah, Rory looks like Stephen Dorff with red hair and green eyes. Plus, you know, Rory is Irish, so imagine an Irish accent when he speaks.>>

 

[perrinmiller]

Kara again attempts to blow that strand of hair from her face without much success and answers softly but a bit sultry, “Kara Acoma.” Used to being ogled a little by men she works with, she tilts her head to the side slightly and gives Nick a good once over too. She considers, I better knock it off, he might get the wrong idea. Likely he probably enjoys the attention.

Then in a more normal tone, “I take it you were a cop, despite your appearance, you still have that look.”

 

[Felix1459]

"Really? I should have call my old boss. He'd love to hear that. " he says as he runs his hand on his well-trimmed beard. "See my Dad, he was a cop. My brother, a sheriff. My other brother, a Highway Patrol Officer. But me? No. Never been a cop. I did however do a brief stint as a Special Agent for the FBI and my old boss told me that I was the only one on my team that didn't act or dress like a fed or a cop. I even got a few write ups in my file for it." As he says this he casually walks to a wall and leans back onto it and puts his foot behind him on the wall to support himself. He wonders if it was the way he said the first thing he said to her that made her think he was a cop. After all he had never acted very coplike, well except when he was in training, but he dropped that act as soon as he got off probation.

 

[perrinmiller]

Kara answers Nick, “Hmmm, Fed cop then, close enough. We can sense our own.” She glances at Rodny with her eyes, but still talking to Nick, “Him. Not a cop, looks like he was picked on in school.”

She looks sidewise at Ming, “The big guy, obviously some archaic weapon enthusiast, but not a cop.”

 

[ThWatcher]

Rodny Steinwick 6/6

Rodney ducks his head a little and then recovers, realizing that she's not picking on him. "Correct. And that's part of the reason I went Goth. The other part was the things I saw that other people just didn't want to see. The Goth were much more willing to accept what I said I saw."

 

[perrinmiller]

Kara gives Rodny a little smile to confirm that she wasn't picking on him, but says nothing.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Enthusiast? I'm a master in martial combat." replies the chinese man, obviously offended.

 

[Herobizkit]

Rory waited a few heartbeats, then tried the doorbell again. A few beats later, he decided he was tired of waiting.

"All right-y then," Rory said aloud, and opened the entry door to the manor. As he entered the foyer, he glanced around at the decor and whistled impressively. He breathed in deeply and, to the empty room, said "Smells like a library in here."

As he continued deeper inside the manor, Rory thought he could hear voices, one of which sounded female. Well now, he thought, maybe that's me new boss... better make a good first impression.

Rory turned the corner into a parlor where a small gathering was taking place. He dropped his duffel bag purposefully with a loud *thump*.

"Beggin' yer pardon," he said to the group, "but I ain't had a bite in hours and I'm sober."

Rory crossed the room and, plopping down in an easy chair, added, "Now, what's a feller to do about it?"