#magicandsciencemuses. ( elias ryker. )

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

@magicandsciencemuses - elias sent in a meme for alena.

"why don’t you make me?"

    Heat and anger flushed her cheeks -- this was why she didn’t try, this was why it was so much easier to be on her own, when she didn’t have to worry about what lies she’d told when, and where, and why, when she didn’t care and it didn’t matter what she said, or when, or why, or how her words came across, or when she let loose things she didn’t mean, when she got overwhelmed in the petty arguments -- She swallowed harshly, her body aching with the need to leave, to run away, to leave the detective and all of his broken pieces behind --  but she found herself staying.   Again, and again,drawn back to him like a moth to the flame.   Fingers curled, digging against the fabric of his hoodie, one pulling free to latch against the nape of his neck, dragging him down to her level even as she pushed him back, shoving him against the wall of his apartment as her lips crashed into his.

[theyvolunteered-arch]

Samir: Hey, I've been tailing Ryker, and I think you were right. There's something weird going on with that guy.

Kristin: I knew it. Ugh! I can't believe I'm gonna sleep with him.

Samir: Well, you don't have to.

Kristin: No, I'm gonna.

[silencedsonatas]

@magicandsciencemuses - ryker, undercover verse liked for a starter.

     His weight, and the warmth of him as he nestled against her was a welcome sensation in the ambient chill that crept through the apartment in the still murky, pre-dawn hours, eliciting a soft sound, a low grunt of discontent that wormed its way through her throat at the shift of weight beside her, at his lazy attempt to disentangle from her, and her fingers drifted up to scrape through his blonde strands, curling into them lightly as if to bewitch him into staying there with her.  "It is early yet,“ she protested, in some attempt to delay the moment when he would withdraw from the warmth their bodies had given to the sheets and blankets tangled around them. 

[alteredegos]

       @magicandsciencemuses - Elias Ryker gets a starter from Lizzie Elliot.

              “I’m sorry Detective -- I don’t think that there’s anything I can tell you that would be of any help,” Lizzie said, her hands curling in against her elbows as she fought back another shiver, doing her best to keep her focus somewhere on the officer’s shoulder as it offered a far more pleasant view than the handful of lifeless sleeves scattered around the bar’s main area; those that had been past any hopes of saving by the time that the police and the emergency medical services had arrived on scene.  “Everything happened... fast, and ... I was with a -- “  A slight hesitation, the faintest hint of a flush of color over her slightly grey-tinted cheeks.   “A customer, I didn’t even know anything was happening until... the screaming started. I think ...  Jerry has security cameras in the main traffic areas, in case of pick pockets or ... ”  This.

[mysticandskepticmuses]

ALTERED CARBON VERSE SUMMARIES.

Adolphus Murtry. - Corporate mercenary / captain.

Alex Kamal. - Space pilot & navigator. 

Amanda Waller. - Director, Protectorate spec ops division.  (runs a protectorate kill squad made up of elite soldiers & criminals tasked to the purpose of doing the dirty deeds that need done behind the scenes.)

Amos Burton. - varies / verse; mercenary or mechanic.

A.N.N.A. (private muse.). - Artificial Intelligence, 

Bucky Barnes. - Winter Soldier, ex spec ops, private stack, brainwashed. (an elite protectorate operative who remembers very little, if anything, of his life before the military; his stack is kept on ice and dumped into whatever sleeve is available or needed for a wet work job before he is once again returned to the ice.  (multiple plot options available re: true identity and restoring his memory, etc.))

Cal Lightman. - Deception expert, known to work w/ Bay City PD & others.

Carl Hickman. - BCPD. (a beleaguered grounder cop, has worked a number of departments over the decades, has settled into organic damage.  possibility of captaincy in his future if he wasn’t just quite so outspoken against the corruption and injustice that plagues the bay city police department & oversights.)

Chrisjen Avasarala. - Methuselah, UN ambassador / secretary general.

Clarice Starling. - Protectorate special investigator.

Clementine Pennyfeather. - sex worker / Earth, Bay City. ( a sex worker by trade who sends the majority of her funds off world to support her parents and her young siblings.  clementine worked various brothels on the ground but has recently been hired to work at the head in the clouds; her stack was backed up without her knowledge by rei and her back up / stored memories have been used to revive her several times in a cloned sleeve with no knowledge of any previous deaths - she is the favorite of a particular few clients who are willing to pay the cloning costs for the repeat performance.)

Dig 301 (Annabelle Lee). - Archaeologue / co-proprietor of The Nevermore.

Emily Lightman. - student, daughter of Cal Lightman.

Enchantress. - Elder.  SEE VERSE.

Frank Castle. - ex Protectorate / Wedge. Retired.  Vigilante.

Galen Erso. Protectorate scientist.

Hanna Heller. - (the product of a secret protectorate project to craft supersoldiers from birth; when the project was blacklisted, the majority of the subjects were destroyed to prevent leakage of classified information; hanna was rescued by her ‘father’ erik heller.  her life has consisted of learning to live off the grid while learning tactics, combat training and more to enable her to not only survive, but take down the elements in the protectorate and un that could prove a hazard to her continued existence.)

Hannibal Lecter. - Meth. Serial killer, cannibal, etc.  (an intelligent social deviant with sadistic tendencies, whose intelligence and savvy, and now, his wealth and influence amassed over the last several hundred years enables him to toy with and take the lives of those around him that cause him displeasure, or are simply offensive to his sensibilities, with little to no fear of being incriminated in any of his many illegal activities.  by day, a very well renowned psychiatrist and chef, social artiste and culinary master; by night, a man lacking any true moral boundaries, master manipulator, murderer and cannibal.) 

Inara Serra. - Companion to the Meths.

John Robinson. - Retired Protectorate general, explorer.

Jessica Jones. - private investigator.

June Moone. - Meth, Elder archeologist; SEE VERSE. (june is the daughter of a 250+ old meth, daniel moone, and his wife, maria devlin-moone who is a meth and also uses her contacts to enable black market drugs, flesh trade, arms & artifact smuggling on and off world.  june is (usually) oblivious to her mother’s dealings, though there is a great deal of not so subtle animosity between mother and daughter with a clear preference in her mother’s eyes for june’s older brother, jacob.  june is a renowned Master Archaeologist and has run a number of dig sites across the universe.  her specialty / obsession is the martians / ancients.  she’s still on the ‘young’ side for a meth, coming in at 69 years old.)

Kaylee Frye. - spaceship mechanic. (she’s always had a way with machines, particularly anything with an engine, ancient or new.  she works at her dad’s shop off one of the main spaceports on earth.  she dreams of seeing the universe for herself, but without formal training and education, she hasn’t had much hope of that outside of virtual vacations (which she scrimps and saves for every chance she can get).  )

Kristin Ortega. - Bay City police detective. (a bay city police detective, organic damage division, bay city, earth, kristin is typically overworked, tired, and dealing with way too much paperwork.  her father was a detective, killed on the job and now her dad’s old partner is now her official partner after elias ryker, her partner and lover, was framed for murder – and dealing with a corrupt captain isn’t helping her uncover the truth behind ryker’s framing, or getting to the truth of the murders that ryker was investigating before things went south.  (other timelines etc available, before and after season one, this is just the starting point for default.))

Laura Kinney. - (the product of illegal genetic experimentation by the protectorate, laura is typically on the run and trying to steer clear of the protectorate and or anyone else that might want to get their hands on the regenerative / healing abilities that her genetic code grants.  she has a stack but it isn’t encoded / doesn’t register as anything / anyone in particular when it’s scanned which means any encounter with police, security, anything that requires registration is a threat to her and flags her location in the system.  off the grid is her friend.  )

Laurens Bancroft. - Methuselah; varies depending on verse/ timeline.

Malcolm Reynolds. - ‘retired’ Quellist, ship captain, smuggler etc.

Naomi Nagata. - space ship engineer.

Natasha Romanoff.- ex spec ops.  ‘retired’.

Padme Amidala. - retired world governor, ambassador.

Penny Robinson. - explorer, travels w/ John Robinson.

Poe. - AI, proprietor of The Raven / The Nevermore.

Quellcrist Falconer. - leader of the Quellist rebellion.

Reileen Kawahara. - crime syndicate boss & more. (she’s got her fingers in all the black market / illicit trade / arms dealing / drug trade pies, she has blackmail and leverage on a ridiculously high percentage of those in the UN and the protectorate, on earth and elsewhere, and will do anything, literally anything, to get what she wants.  yakuza era, envoy era, post envoy merc era, and kingpin era / season one era available.  (more info available on request for any of these.))

Rick Flag. - spec ops, Protectorate special division.

Riddick. - sole survivor of planet Furya, criminal, rogue. (  murderer, escapee from a dozen max security prisons, somehow still in his original sleeve (what can he say, he’s attached to it), riddick is a genetic aberration, one of the few survivors of an off shoot of humanity from the now desolated planet furya.  he exists off the grid, in the shadows, and if you see it coming it’s probably because he wants you to.  (various plots available.))

River Tam. - Protectorate experiment; psychic; super soldier. SEE VERSE. (varies for plot.) (an elite soldier, gifted from birth and augmented further by the protectorate, river was one of the few that survived the process that created the elite unit crafted to hunt and track the envoys during the quellist rebellion.  her ability to adapt, to absorb, to blend, to merge efficiently in any sleeve rivals that of the envoys, and she has altered abilities - precog and telepathy, though some say it’s just intuition and being able to predict the variables of any given situation, given enough data.  envoy era & ‘modern’ season plots available.)

Rupert Giles. - historian.  

Takeshi Kovacs. - ex Protectorate spec ops; Quellist. ( leveraged into service into an elite protectorate black ops squad at the tender age of ten, takeshi spent the next 20-30 years killing, torturing, decimating rebellious forces and or whomever the protectorate sent him after.   when reunited with someone from his past, he fled the protectorate and went on the run, joining the quellist rebellion until that too, was destroyed.  he spent the next handful of years on the run and doing various degrees of merc / wet work until he was gunned down and put on ice.  250+ years later, he gets pulled out to solve the murder of a methuselah - a 350+ year old man who promises him a fortune, a sleeve of his choice, and a clean slate / pardon if he can find the truth behind the murder… but there are so many more things at play than either of them could guess and it takes all of a night for things to go from bad to worse.  (protectorate, envoy, merc, season one & post season one plots available.))

Winifred Burkle. - (a skilled astrophysicist and virtual reality coder, fred was recruited into the protectorate in her university years.   it took her almost a decade for her to discover what the protectorate was truly using her work for and she waited for the opportunity to not just sabotage her research and the protectorate’s work, but to flee.  backing herself up, she’s double-sleeved.  she exists in the forays of the web, keeping herself mostly out of trouble, just wanting to try and find a way to undo the damage that her work was used for (brainwashing & torture).  her second sleeve is root, @magicandsciencemuses who has, unbeknownst to fred, made a triplicate, whiskey, who uses her wiles and skills to ferret information and blackmail visitors of some of the elite brothels of earth.)

Villanelle. - assassin for hire.

Wilson Fisk. - crime lord.

Alena Mayberry. - SEE VERSE.

Alexander Petrakis. - Methuselah.

Ariel Hayden. - Meth’s daughter; runaway; high bounty on head.(the daughter of a methuselah who has left her world behind; traveled in cold storage in slow lanes to minimize risk of discovery.  has a small fortune at her disposal that she squirreled away but knows she has to make it last.  has an altered identity stack and is in a new, black market sleeve.  can be on earth or any world really.  just wants to see the universe without her father’s restrictive / protective rules in place.  probably has a bounty for her SAFE return to her homeworld._)

Ashen Zenon. - High level merc / assassin for hire.

Belle Duponte. - Earth grounder, works to pay off father’s debt / sleeve. (the daughter of an once highly regarded scientist who has been shunned for his studies, she struggles to keep food in their stomachs and a roof over their head.  she works several part time jobs, including at an antique book store that also specializes in luxury station, ink, quills, etc. and works part time as a waitress and as a ‘lab tech’ aka grunt labor at the local prison / re-sleeving facility.  she is in her first, and likely, only sleeve.)

Felicia Adams. - geneticist, emergency care doctor / works at psychasec. (a doctor and geneticist, felicia plies her trade at psychasec modeling and crafting the elite and bizarre sleeves designed for the methuselahs of earth.  the health insurance and re-sleeving package perks are the only reason that she continues to work there as she has a young daughter that suffers from a genetic disorder and requires constant care until felicia can afford a complete genetic makeover and re-sleeve into a healthy clone.  (definitely options for her to get dragged into illegal / black market schemes for a quick buck.  also possibilities for the Trouble that is the daughter’s dad to show up and find them too.))

Laurel Isley.. - Meth, brothel owner, sociopath; SEE VERSE. (a meth with her feet on the ground and her fingers in the muck, laurel runs several elite brothels that cater to the worst of the worst desires of the meths that want to play at being bad and the few grounders that can afford her services.  her brothels also serve as anonymous meeting grounds for certain clients vs. service providers - mercs, assassins, etc. that she arranges for a ‘small’ fee.  she also is a pro at creating false idents, which is no easy feat in this day and age. she is very much a sadomasochist and indulges her desires in the real and virtual whenever she finds a suitable playmate (willing or otherwise).)

Petra Nikonova. - verse dependent.

Rori Dearing. - bartender, tattoo artist.  SEE VERSE. ( a young and rebellious meth, a social warrior, rori is the younger sister of @magicandsciencemuses ‘s claire dearing.  she is a human rights / sleeve rights activist and is often found at rallies and protests regarding various lack of rights for prisoners, military service members, victims that are given the worst of the sleeves available, and in general, the money making machine that is the protectorate’s prison system, and the utter lack of opportunity for reform and education.  she works as a 3-d / interactive tattoo artist and a part time bartender. )

Saori Dearing. - daughter of planetary governor, Quellist. SEE VERSE. ( the daughter of the lord governor on harlan’s world, saori is a secret ally and informant to the quellist rebellion.  most of her plots take place during the envoy era where she works with quell to provide military information, travel codes, and helps supply weapons, food and basic supplies to the rebellion on harlan’s world / elsewhere.   (I have verses where she is involved romantically with Quell and or Takeshi but that isn’t a necessity for plots!) she is primarily envoy based but aus / plots can be worked out for ‘modern’ day plots.)

[jundlcndwastes-moved]

Elias Ryker & Anna Hart for @magicandsciencemuses ♥

[drcylewis]

Send “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes {from Elias Ryker, shield agent verse}

accidental nudes | accepting | @magicandsciencemuses

[ 📲 • sms - elias ] —— i...[ 📲 • sms - elias ] —— oh my god [ 📲 • sms - elias ] —— i....i wont be able to...fuck dude, now i can’t look you in the face at all.[ 📲 • sms - elias ] —— holy fucking shit.

[chorussung]

@magicandsciencemuses  ♡ ( for  elias ryker ! )

“ monsieur ? ” she asks the man, concern etched in her voice. “ are you really here about the ghost? ”

[tuppencetrinkets-a]

 @magicandsciencemuses / ryker gets a nsfw ish starter from danielle.

              “You’re not leaving me so soon, are you darling?”  The words were nearly a purr, her voice low and husky with remnants of sleep still clinging to them, fingers snaking along his side to drag up his chest, an attempt to tug him back towards her, sheets still half tangled around and between them from where they’d fallen asleep in his bed the night (or early morning) before.   “Don’t tell me you’ve got something better to do today than me.”

[rubiesintherough]

❛❛ I’ll find out what you’re hiding, and when I do, I’ll be really pissed. ❜❜  {from detective Elias Ryker to Jane Doe}

(( @magicandsciencemuses — tba ))

Jane’s grip tightened around her purse at his words. Her knuckles paled to a corpse-like white… not all that unusual for her, though, was it?      ‘ More like profoundly  confused… ‘      No one else knew. No one. And she could only imagine his face if he caught sight of her sprinting at full speed out of the morgue, or jerking back to life. If she wasn’t so scared of the possibility, she might have laughed at that thought.     “ I already told you, I’m not hiding anything. “       ‘ Nothing you’d believe, anyway. ‘      “ Now, if you’ll excuse me, I really have to get to work… g o o d   d a y,  detective. “

[rykerelias-archive]

TRANSFERRED FILE. || @magicandsciencemuses Jessica & Elias. VERSE: ac. ( organic damage. ) 007. THREAD: your chariot awaits.

❝ don’t know, don’t care. ❞

   “Mmkay,” the detective replied, a sigh escaping, one hand rubbing at the back of his closely cropped head – he STILL hadn’t got used to the idea that he could grow it out if he wanted.  “I realize you’re, uh,”  a vaguely awkward clearing of his throat.  “Pretty wasted, ma’am.”  Diplomacy wasn’t his strength, what.  “But if you can’t give me an option of where to take you other than the drunk tank, you’re going to the drunk tank so – do us both a favor, save me some paperwork and try and remember where you’re staying.   PLEASE.”

    Jessica snorted. Since when was she a fucking MA’AM?MA’AM was for Meth bitches like Trish’s mother, a woman who’d long since ditched her humanity for celebrity. “I’ve… I’ve got a card. Address.” At least she hoped she did, although maybe a night in the slammer breaking the jaws of every dickhead who tried to feel her up would help her vent for a change. Fishing in the pockets of her leather jacket – which, she realized after nearly a minute, was inside-out, dammit – she finally finds her wallet and ID. “Work out of my apartment. Just moved.” Which explained why she wouldn’t have been able to give directions even if she’d been sober.

  It was an ADJUSTMENT, going from CTAC Marine Corps to Bay City Police Department detective.  For starters, the LEEWAY seemed extraordinary, but, if anything cinched the distinction, it was the fact that he could smirk and NOT risk getting his lights punched out.   MAYBE.  He tried to hide it anyway, contemplating whether or not he should try and help her dig through her pockets, but the last thing he needed was her taking something the wrong way.   “Right,” he replied, scanning the ident card and the shimmering holo card that reaffirmed her name along with company name and, what he assumed was the newest address.  “Can I, uh –”  Another hrmph, a clearing of his throat.  “Offer you a ride home, Ms. Jones?” He didn’t really want to try and take her in.  She wasn’t really causing that much trouble, just loitering where someone had been annoyed enough to bother to call it in.  

    Maybe if Jessica hadn’t been a little bleary-eyed from the copious alcohol she’d imbibed – MUCH more than it should take a woman her size to get drunk – she would have been pissed off by the detective’s smirk. “Sure, why the fuck not.” Given her profession as a P.I. and her tendency for organic damage when occasional perps found out about her tailing them, the police might as well know how to get to her new digs. “Ms. Jones is my dead mother. It’s Jessica.” Sober-her would have put a lot more vitriol into her words, but as it was, they were barely more than grumbles. All she wanted was a shower and to curl up with another bottle of Jack.

“Fabulous, it’s a date –”  A sweeping gesture of his hand indicated the road where his car hovered; generic issue, unmarked cop car, nothing exciting, but it got from point a to point b fast as anything, and it was decidedly a step up from his personal … vehicle, if it could be called that.   The faintest twitch at her offhanded comment about her mother, but it seemed she was too far gone to notice, at least.  “Jessica,” he finished, one hand lightly pressed against the small of her back to coax her in the direction of the car, the other hand lurching out to pull open the passengers seat to let her slide or droop or collapse her way in.  He just hoped she appreciated not being put in the back seat behind the divider enough to not upchuck all over the upholstery.   “Detective Ryker, by the way.  Elias.  Or Ryker, or Detective, or hey dickwad, I answer to pretty much anything really.”

    Oh, so he was THAT kind of guy, used to flaunting his whipcord bod and getting girls to fall over him or some shit. Hard to even tell what kind of shape he was in, aside from the thinness of his face, because of his layers upon layers of jackets and hoods. “Whoa, at least take me to dinner first before you get all handsy, police boy,” she said, still a hint of a slur in her voice. Hell, he was lucky she was too… simultaneously drunk and hungover to care much, or else she might have taken his arm off at the shoulder socket. She half-sank, half-slumped into the passenger seat, immediately buckling her seat belt. The interior of the car smelled… foul, a stale blend of cigarettes and food wrappers, more like a parole’s car than a detective’s. ELIAS. Not all men could pull off an ‘Elias’. “Dickwad, huh?” she snorted as he got behind the wheel. “I think I’ll go with Detective Dickwad.”

“No prob, Ms. Jones,” Ryker was quick to slide his hand free – though it hovered nearby in case she lost her balance somewhere between standing and sitting, a half and fleeting smirk PROBABLY going unnoticed. She was SPUNKY he’d give her that.  “Hands off til otherwise indicated,” he said, shutting the door after her and loping around to drop into the driver’s seat,  thumbing the engine on and giving it a second to pull up off the ground before he draped a hand over the wheel.  His other hand dropped, sliding a pack of smokes from his jacket pocket, tapping one out halfway to offer towards her if she wanted it, shoving it into the corner of his lips if she didn’t, tip pressed to the patch on the side to light it, the window rolled a good halfway down to let the smoke escape.   “Detective Dickwad it is – I mean, I did kinda walk myself right into that one,” he agreed.   “So – private investigator, huh.  And just what is it that you investigate, privately, as a general rule?” She looked … small.  And thin, to be the kind of girl that threw herself headway and recklessly into other people’s business for a living, but it took all types and he’d learned long ago that looks were deceiving.

    “JESSICA,” she insisted. Cocky dickwad, wasn’t he, presuming he’d eventually GET that invitation? As if! She slouched down in the passenger seat, eyes closed, listening to him start the vehicle, feeling it ease airborne. “No, I don’t smoke.” She kept her vices strictly booze and sex related. Rolling her own window down partway, and feeling the greasy Bay City air against her face as they climbed, she hid her small smile with a shrug. “Yeah, you did. Not real interesting stuff. People just turn to me when the police don’t do jack shit about their cases, either ‘cuz it goes cold or there’s no proof there even IS a case. Mostly missing husbands or wives, not showing up, ‘working late’, their partner afraid they’re sleeping around.” Quickly growing too warm from the metabolizing alcohol in her system, so she clumsily yanked off her scarf and leather jacket, exposing the plain black tank top underneath. She knew from experience that she’d have to pile the clothes back on in a minute, but the relief to her overheated skin was welcomed.

           One sided first name basis, check.  Hands off, check.   A half smirk lingered, though, a long exhale as he drifted into traffic, MOSTLY content to let the autonav handle the driving, though a nudge here and there seemed necessary, at least to him, to keep things in line.  He’d only trust tech SO far – a strange sentiment for a species with their sentience in chips in their heads maybe but.  Some things he justPREFERRED to do himself.   A sideways glance, again, as she eased back, at least for a minute, before wrestling out of the jacket and scarf.   He didn’t offer to help – he was pretty sure she’d actually smack if he suggested it.  Stubborn or self sufficient or both, he didn’t know, but – it made him smile.   “That usually the case?  Infidelity, I mean –”  He’d had enough experience with humanity to guess it was, but then, he’d never been one to investigate the reasons why someone didn’t come home unless they just weren’t coming home at all, at least, professionally.   “Imagine that must lead you down some pretty … INTERESTING avenues in Bay City.”  He’d seen some of the skeeviest joints IN Licktown on some of his cases, and that was only dealing with the brothels and the virtuals, he didn’t TYPICALLY get dragged through the seedy motels and bars.  Well.  PROFESSIONALLY.  

    He had a… half-decent smile. For a man. And long, pretty hands, resting on the steering wheel as though at any moment the auto-nav would fail and he would have to pilot them to safety. As unlikely as that outcome was… Jessica didn’t doubt his ability to handle it. She idly started to wonder how GOOD he was with those hands… “Yeah, usually,” she grumbled, glad that in her half-still drunk, half-hungover state, she’d remembered to put her camera back in her canvas messenger bag. That would have been a bitch to replace, not to mention she would have to stalk the same brainless wangrods all over Bay City again. “The husbands are dicking around, nine times out of ten. Usually either with an intern or somewhere in Licktown, a titty bar or wherever. Missing wives are sometimes tricky, more like fifty-fifty, affair or shopping spree.” She reached along the side of the seat, found the reclining lever, and hiked it back at a good tilt. “Wake me up when we get there, cowboy,” she murmured, draping her jacket over her face to drown out the whizzing lights that flashed past the air-car’s windows.

       “Gotta say, not overly surprised.”  He wasn’t especially BEAMING with pride for the human species as a whole, and maybe it was just the jaded part of him speaking, or maybe it was from experience, but then he’d seen a lot of shit in his day, and that was before taking up the mantle of ‘detective’.   “Men do tend to be led around by their DICKS,” he agreed, with a loose shrug of broad shoulders, his statement more matter of fact than anything else.  “Could excuse it away as primal instinct, alpha male bullshit, blood not being where it’s supposed to be but – I’m generally not one to defend the sins of man-kind,” he remarked, with a half smirk, dividing the syllable to create the distinction from ‘humanity’ to ‘men’.  “Men are assholes.  Sorry you gotta put up with it, but – at least you get something out of the shitty deal right?”

        A small snort of a laugh, his finger drifting over the control column to adjust the temperature to a generally more moderate one – he tended to prefer it chilly, but that wasn’t going to help her regulate any.   “Why does the shopping spree angle not surprise me.”   A shake of his head, a sideways glance as she made herself comfortable, the jacket dragged over her face, and he fell mostly quiet then, an occasional beat or two of whatever song was playing in his head rumbling through his throat, until the aircar drifted down with a soft chirp as the buffer eased down.   Sliding out, and popping open the passenger’s side door, he cleared his throat softly, hesitant to actually try and shake her awake – he rather liked his limbs attached. “Hey.  Sleeping beauty, your chariot’s landed,” he said, tugging LIGHTLY on the sleeve of the jacket draped over her face.

[elektranaatchios]

❝ i have eliminated no suspects. ❞ {from Elias Ryker}

@magicandsciencemusesmeme answer // not accepting

“ Is that it? Did you drag me down here just to tell me you’re shit at your job or are you going to give me something I can actually work with? ”

[mysticandskepticmuses]

Below you will find the verse summaries / write-ups for my characters in a modern verse, political based, tying in with the political verse of @magicandsciencemuses and Liz’s muses there. The adaptations are primarily written / made for writing with Liz but if there is anyone that would like to write w/ these adapted modern versions of any characters I’m open to discussions about it.  It would be separate from the world build with Liz unless all parties were okay with it affecting the private group plot as a whole.   These are all ending up paragraphs or so, so I’m dropping it beneath the cut.  Currently a WIP.  Subject to change as I work things out w/ Liz etc.

Alice Mortania.  True to form, Alice is a small time grifter, occasional sex worker and tends to roam and travel a lot to wherever she can make a quick buck and stay clear of whatever trouble is at her heels.  However, she’s currently forcing herself to stick around Washington, despite all of her instincts that say run, after one of her close friends and fellow sex worker was found murdered; all signs point to someone in the current running campaign and Alice is determined to do whatever it takes to find out who was responsible for her friend’s death and make them pay, one way or another.  Ties in to:  Elias Ryker, detective who is investigating her friend’s murder; William Conway, the front runner in the competition ( possible suspect ); Rupert Giles, current elect ( possible suspect ).  

Amanda Waller. Having devoted the majority of her life to public service, Waller has set her eyes on a position on the Presidential Cabinet, Secretary of the Department of Defense and she will do whatever it takes to get it - in turn, she’s happy to do whatever it takes to get the candidate elected that will back her and ensure her this position once they have been sworn in.  She has no qualms using violence, blackmail, leverage of any kind to get what she needs.   She’s served as head of a highly classified counterintelligence division for the last twelve years, served in civil service for a decade before that and has racked up a number of favors owed over the years – as well as a whole lot of buried secrets that she wants to keep that way.  Ties in to:  to be determined.  ( Conway or Giles most likely. )

Belle Duponte.  Belle struggles to find ways to support herself and her father: once a renowned scientist, her father now suffers from depression and has drowned himself (and in turn her) with debt from loans, both personal and small business loans, and he has now turned to gambling and incurring debts from various loan sharks in the DC area, leaving her to bear the brunt of trying to keep him above water and in one piece, physically and mentally.   She finds herself trapped in a position by one of the more dangerous of the people her father owes and has been leveraged into finding a way into the good graces (by any means necessary) of one of the men vying for President.  She currently volunteers in his campaign office and is feeding small tidbits back to her handler, and is being pressured to get up close and personal, sooner rather than later. [ aka honeypot. ] Ties in to:  ( Giles or Conway. tbd. )

Carl Hickman.  Once a decorated NYPD detective with one of the highest solve percentages in the history of the PD, Hickman was forced out of the department after an injury on the job made him incapable of handling a firearm etc. and for several years, due to the sour nature of his departure, his personal vendetta, issues with trauma and a developing morphine addiction due to the nature of his injury, Hickman vanished from the public eye.  In recent months, however, he has been seen back in the states, working as a security and protection detail consultant for a Presidential candidate.  Ties into: to be determined.  Claire Dearing ( campaign manager for the candidate he works for. )

Jemma Barnes.  ( short version: decorated member of the military, long family history of military service above and beyond, currently serving as a member of the secret service / travels with giles. )

June Moone.  ( short version: daughter of the current ambassador for the us. )

Kristin Ortega.  A member of the DCPD, Kristin is a homicide detective, following in the footsteps of her father.   Currently a partner of Elias Ryker, she is more than a little busy balancing a heavy case load and what passes for a personal life; between concern for her partner’s well being as he delves into a homicide with ties to the current political debates, she’s also struggling with trying to come to a decision in terms of her faith which is causing strife with her mother and family.  Her increasing frustrations with the corruption in the police department itself is causing a rift between herself and other officers, including her captain whom she suspects is on the take and in the pocket of one of the presidential candidates and as a whole, her life feels like it’s teetering on the edge of imminent disaster.  Ties in to: Elias Ryker.

Laurel Isley.  Daughter of one of the blue blood high society political families of Washington, Laurel is manipulative, deadly and sweet as sugar on the surface.  She’s walked the walk, she talks the talk: from a young age she showed remarkable intellectual acuity, seemed to play well with others, a natural leader; heavily involved in extracurricular activities, volunteered with outreach programs in high school and onward, organizes fundraisers through her family and schools, attended and graduated summa cum laude at her Ivy League university a year early.  Currently works as an administrative assistant to [ insert political job here ] and volunteers after work hours and weekends for one of the presidential candidates.  TIes in to: Claire Dearing, Saori Leons, Carl Hickman.

Rori Dearing. ( short version, political activist, has been branded an ‘eco-terrorist’, alternates between flying under the radar and making a nuisance of herself; involved w/ william conway. )

Saori Leons.  Saori is the daughter of a war hero, Colonel Edward Franklin Dearing, a decorated three-star general who has served for the majority of his life before finally retiring three years ago.  Her family is a  blue blood political elite from Georgia and Saori is running for office against William Conway and Rupert Giles.  She is running as an independent. Saori is also the twin of Rori Dearing; has not denied her familial ties but does what she can to assure the general populace etc. that while she loves and supports her sister, she does not support Rori’s illegal activities and actively discourages any violence or illegal actions of any kind, no matter the cause or end goal.  Ties in to:  Rori Dearing, (Claire Dearing as sibling?), William Conway, Rupert Giles.

Shelly Webster.  A victim of sexual assault and violence; Her fiancee was killed the night before their wedding and she was raped and severely beaten and left for dead.  She has become an advocate and a voice for victims of violence and assault.  She runs an outreach program and shelter for runaway teens and has been a very vocal advocate of finding the truth of what happened to the latest victim (the one Elias is investigating) of violence in the city, especially with the rumors that it is being covered up by a current political candidate.  Ties in to: Elias Ryker.

Trinity.  While her real identity is unknown even to the agencies that have been investigating her for years now, Trinity is a hacker who focuses on revealing the dirty little secrets that the government wants to keep hidden: back door deals, bribes, policy changes that are slid in under the radar, misdeeds done by those in office or running for office, military incursions on foreign soil, acts of domestic of foreign terrorism, assassinations and or coups funded by the United States or given support by the US government and military forces. Anything and everything in an attempt to ensure actual transparency.  Ties in to: Root.

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                      character ship & holiday edit // june & elias.                    @magicandsciencemuses // @tuppencetrinkets  

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 @magicandsciencemuses / elias liked [x] for a nsfw starter from june.

                “What’s the matter, baby,” June practically purred, arms flung around his shoulders, legs latching around his waist as she nearly hurled herself at him without missing a beat, without even a moment’s doubt about whether or not he would catch her from the half dive down from the table of the nightclub.   “Don’t you want to dance with me?”  She teased, one hand curling around the nape of his neck, the other sliding up along the back of his neck, dragging, tangling into his hair as she arched into him, her lips skimming across the line of his jaw, the curve of his mouth, teeth snapping lightly a fraction of an inch from his lips.   “Dance with me, Elias,” she crooned, leaning in to let her lips tease against the edge of his cheek, her breath teasing his ear, her teeth dragging against his earlobe.  “Do you want to fuck me on the dance floor, Detective?” A heated, rough laugh against his skin as her hips rolled, none too languidly, against his.   “Tell me what you want, baby -- anything, everything, I’m all yours --”

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@magicandsciencemuses  // continued from [x]

TEXT RECEIVED FROM; ‘DUMDUM’: how did you get this number? 

     Her lips curled into a smirk, her blood red nails ghosting across the screen of her phone.  What she wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall of ... well, wherever he was right now.  She’d been hoping for someplace incredibly public or crowded, or otherwise inappropriately timed, but there was no way to know for sure, without actually actively putting a tail on him and she wasn’t exactly that invested.  It was amusing to think about, though.  

TEXT SENT: really?  that’s the best you’ve got?