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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
[ They're still watching each other like two gunslingers eyeballing each other over the barrel of a gun, except where Luther's a little baffled, Adam's all insouciance. And the man's next question is hopelessly blunt, blurted out almost, but no one's ever accused Luther of a delicate hand— ]
Look, I gotta ask. Are you a meta? You seem like one.
[ One of us. ]
no subject
Which, he supposes is kind of the case here. ]
No. [ He responds casually, with a gentle head shake. Even a blind man would know he's lying. ]
Why?
no subject
[ And he couldn't even really put his finger on what. Number Five, maybe, with his shit-eating confidence and older-than-his-years composure. If it's a lie, as Luther suspects, he doesn't actually have any way to call the kid's bluff. No lie detection like Allison, nor magic like Lilith to suss out the truth. So in the end, the enforcer has no choice but to take it at face value, redirect a polite smile at Adam: ]
The coffeeshop on the corner gives out free dog treats, just so you know.
no subject
(It is also fair to point out that Lilith necessitates no magic to get the truth out of Adam. Mostly because they’re both fiends. And definitely in cahoots, but no one needs to know about that.)]
Oh yeah? [ Adam smirks a bit over the comment, almost feeling a little bad for lying so bluntly to the guy. Almost. He still has some sense of self preservation.
He looks down at the hellhound.]
Hear that, Rover?
[ Dog looks up at his master and wags his tail. They may be doing some casual recon, but Dog could go for some treats.]
& wrap?
[ He watches the teenager saunter off with the dog, the pair looking insufferably satisfied with themselves. It still feels like there's something he missed, an opportunity that flew right by him (or over his head). But Luther's careful enough to not stir up trouble, in public, on such a high-profile day as today, and he supposes it wasn't worth the risk of being wrong if he'd tried to call out the kid. Luther goes where they tell him, does the job they command him to do. He didn't have any orders to deal with this particular ambiguity.
So he goes back to his general tasks, to guarding the parade, to being ready for the next emergency.
It comes a short while later, panicked voices buzzing on his government walkie-talkie, a situation instigated by a certain reality-altering Antichrist at large — but of course the enforcer has no way of knowing that. ]