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capencowl20202020-01-19 01:03 pm
obediences) wrote in capencowl20202020-01-19 01:03 pm
for i am born to be what i must be and i must be.
WHO: Luther Hargreeves & you!
WHAT: A government enforcer, obedient to the wrong people because at least they weren’t as bad as his last authority figure.
WHEN: Catch-all for throughout the plot, will add prompts as needed
WHERE: In the streets, at government facilities, with his team of fellow enforcers, at home, wherever.
After a decade in the City, Luther Hargreeves knows how this dog-and-pony show goes.
The meta known as Space is a steady and reliable appearance at public events throughout the month: he smiles politely for photos, he haunts the Archangel Gabriel’s side as a bodyguard, and he parrots the right words, the PR lines he’s been drilled into saying, the party line. Order and stability is more important than ever these days, now that the Porter’s spewing chaos back into their well-ordered life.
Or so they say. Or so they tell him.
You can find him working security, most likely, or watching the celebrations with more hawk-like attention than cheer (probably keeping an eye open for trouble). Parades, parties both public and private, his schedule’s packed with them all.
The truth is, though, that they’re stretched thin. Pulling long hours, doing the usual work of hunting the resistance, but also trying to track down new metas now, all the ones who slipped through their net when the Porter started working in overdrive.
His teammates can start to sense the change in the air when Luther’s stomping around the government complex, glowering at their map on the wall with pins of known resistance activity, or throwing himself into obsessive training and punching the punching bags a bit too hard until they spill stuffing all over the floor. Even the Ratification streamers hung (in an obligatory sort of fashion) around the office don’t improve his mood much.
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also of note: he’s still 6’5”, but looks human in this AU and doesn’t have his half-ape physiology!
WHAT: A government enforcer, obedient to the wrong people because at least they weren’t as bad as his last authority figure.
WHEN: Catch-all for throughout the plot, will add prompts as needed
WHERE: In the streets, at government facilities, with his team of fellow enforcers, at home, wherever.
[ RATIFICATION CELEBRATION | OTA ]
After a decade in the City, Luther Hargreeves knows how this dog-and-pony show goes.
The meta known as Space is a steady and reliable appearance at public events throughout the month: he smiles politely for photos, he haunts the Archangel Gabriel’s side as a bodyguard, and he parrots the right words, the PR lines he’s been drilled into saying, the party line. Order and stability is more important than ever these days, now that the Porter’s spewing chaos back into their well-ordered life.
Or so they say. Or so they tell him.
You can find him working security, most likely, or watching the celebrations with more hawk-like attention than cheer (probably keeping an eye open for trouble). Parades, parties both public and private, his schedule’s packed with them all.
[ GOVERNMENT TEAMBUILDING | OPEN TO OTHER ENFORCER PALS ]
The truth is, though, that they’re stretched thin. Pulling long hours, doing the usual work of hunting the resistance, but also trying to track down new metas now, all the ones who slipped through their net when the Porter started working in overdrive.
His teammates can start to sense the change in the air when Luther’s stomping around the government complex, glowering at their map on the wall with pins of known resistance activity, or throwing himself into obsessive training and punching the punching bags a bit too hard until they spill stuffing all over the floor. Even the Ratification streamers hung (in an obligatory sort of fashion) around the office don’t improve his mood much.
[ WILDCARD ]
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also of note: he’s still 6’5”, but looks human in this AU and doesn’t have his half-ape physiology!
no subject
[ it's a bad move, an average man trying to heave himself at several superpowered metas; luther has to wonder, distantly, what the hell he was thinking. then again, that's the whole thing they're clamouring about, isn't it? the power imbalance. metas with their boots on the necks of the normal human populace.
space, for his part, doesn't give a shit. he grabs the protestor by his collar and hauls him up, half-drags half-flings him at the uniformed security officers lining the outside of the building. the red tape isn't his problem. ]
We'd better get you out of here before any others try their luck, ma'am.
no subject
she gives him a nod, letting him stay close beside her as they leave, passing through the remainder of the crowd without much issue, most stepping away to avoid a similar thing )
Mortals never seem to learn.
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she's nothing like grace, and yet there are times when she reminds him so much of grace he could choke on it. that slight touch of inhumanity and cool distance; her perfectly-coiffed appearance in comparison. out of his depth.
they've hustled through the crowd and he's holding the door open for her now, and as they move into the comparative quiet and privacy indoors, he remarks dryly: ]
You probably could've taken that guy's head off just fine without my help, huh.
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( metaphorically. she's much more subtler than that. and if she does ever literally do such a thing it's always in private. she doesn't dine publically )
It wouldn't have boded well for my dear husband.
( or the people he enjoyed keeping company with and she had to play nice. as much as it grated on her sometimes. all the time )
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[ a small hum of agreement, as luther ducks in after her and lets the door of the building slam shut. sees, out of the corner of his eye, the other agents take up position outside. nobody'll slip through the net now that they're indoors. he understands what lilith is getting about. publicity and impressions matter, no matter how inaccurate they are. it was their bread and butter, growing up. ]
Allison still has to put on a safe act, a lot of the time, for her day job. People don't like being reminded how much stronger metas are than them.