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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!
Guess who forgot to log into this account! (I am so sorry) (also sounds good!)
"Not too bad. Niko and I keep bugging each other to make sure neither of us is putting work first. And by that I mean Niko calls me regularly to remind me that, no, work and training is not more immediately important than whether or not I ate in the last two days." She shakes her head and laughs lightly. "You'd think I had a history of this!"
She does, and that's the joke.
Haru then looks up at him. "What about you? Anyone keeping on your tail to make sure you don't forget basic bodily needs?"
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So: "Allison, of course," he says, and it's uttered so simply, like it's a fact of the universe. The sun rises in the east, the Porters weren't working before this month, and naturally his field partner is the one who looks after him. Who keeps his head on straight. His only thread leading back to home. His family, in every way that counts.
But some other things still don't change, and that's how quickly Luther pivots away from the subject again. It's a private and precious corner of his life, one where no one else is allowed in. No matter how much he likes them.
"Come on," he says, finishing the last swig of his water, and offering up a smile. "Your lunch break should be over by now. Your turn at the mat, and I'll watch your training form."