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Out; I’m sticking Talbot on a hiatus, don’t know how long I want to do so for just yet though. Might be a week, might be two, I don’t particularly care to put a specific time limit on it, I’ll just come back when I’m ready. 

I’ll be over on a couple of my other rp blogs if anyone wants to thread with me on my other muses.

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offGrid; I’m going to step back again for a couple of days, whilst I shake off whatever illness I’ve now got that’s left me feeling a bit shit. I’ll keep checking in occasionally for any IMs, but otherwise I’ll be back by the end of the week.

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??? | lunarcries:

He was already sounding shady, displaying her own distrust by backing away further down the alley. The shadows cast by the towering buildings were hopefully enough to obscure her image slightly, or at least prevent any glint of the blade she’d slipped from her pocket. Sarah didn’t want trouble - as unbelievable as it seemed - but she was more than willing to put up a fight if he became a threat.

What was she capable of? Truthfully? For her own species, not much. She was still young, still trying to control what she currently had. For him? Probably more than expected, something she would not give easily.

“Quite frankly- none of your business. What do you want?”

❝I’ve already told you what I want.❞

It was a distortion of the truth; yes, he is taking a genuine interest in her abilities, but what good is knowledge without the intent to boot? Talbot wants to know her strengths and utilize them - have his cake and eat it, so to speak. Unfortunately for her, however, he also wasn’t going to take no for an answer. 

It’s with this mindset that he doesn’t back away, even in light of her refusal to co-operate...for now. Subtle commanding tones and faked compassion punctuates his desire - and his attempts to see them come to fruition. ❝You look scared-- don’t be. Don’t you want to be something more? If you tell me the truth...I could help you to to control your gift.❞

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Discuss his smoking habits!

Metas | Still accepting

He started smoking when he was 14 - yet another one of his many subtle acts of rebellion against his parents - and it fast became a habit; not quite an addiction but definitely something that he didn’t want to stop either. Talbot finds it calming, the act of smoking. Part of that is because of the flame that’s needed to light a cigarette (he’s a pyromaniac, did anyone expect anything different?), but also the narcotics are just generally calming to him anyway.

Somehow, he never got caught by his parents. Marlowe knew straight away though - and whilst she initially had no opinion on the matter, she started to disapprove of it, seeing it as damaging and a stain on his otherwise strong physique. Talbot grew to begin disliking smoking himself because of this, although he’s never fully stopped. He sees it as a weakness, but also as something to ground him when he’s on the verge of snapping - sometimes lighting a cigarette will stop him from lighting up an entire building.

For that reason alone, Marlowe hasn’t ever completely restricted his smoking or stopped him from doing so - although allowing him to smoke has come on the condition that he doesn’t start to overdo it or allow it to become a fully-fledged addiction.

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send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

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Claire | cerisetheai:

before she can even open her mouth to utter a  RESPONSE , there’s an unyielding iron grip pinning her arms behind her back , naturally causing a grimace of agony. the tone of his voice isn’t all that reassuring in the slightest , && it’s an indication that there’s definitely more to him than meets the eye. teeth grit with  CONCENTRATION  as she attempts to drive her elbow back into the abdomen of her captor , yet she can barely even move her arms but a fraction. even if she did manage to successfully escape , there’d be the PREDICTABLE  likelihood that he’d dispatch some of his men to guard said cove — that is , if they even knew where it was situated. she flinches once again whilst wiggling violently against the hold  RESTRAINING  her , experiencing a minute sentiment of tension as she notices him reaching into the confines of his jacket. ❛ well this wasn’t in our agreement — let me go ! ❜

❝I don’t believe we’ve come to any agreement yet. Now-- hold still. I wouldn’t want you to get yourself hurt.❞ The tip of his knife rests delicately against her neck; hard enough to be felt but not yet hard enough to hurt, as his free hand searches her pockets for any indication as to what she was really searching for. It takes a minute for him to find the photograph concealed in her jacket, pulling it out with a triumphant smirk, especially when he recognizes what was on the image.

One of Marlowe’s many prized possessions from back when she was still alive. Neither she nor Talbot thought anything of it at the time, but now that she was seeking it, he was starting to wonder if they’d missed out on something much greater.

❝...Why are you after this?❞ He pulls the photo out fully at this point (but not before subtly slipping a tarot card into her pocket; a memento to mess with her mind long after they part ways). This has become something much more significant now - and no longer does he plan on letting her escape completely unharmed.

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Claire | cerisetheai:

&& by his definition of making things work , it’d most likely involve a gun being pressed to the back of her head && pulling the trigger — which obviously wouldn’t be an ideal  CONCLUSION  for the both of them. there’s no doubt in her mind that this encounter isn’t merely a coincidence , as him && his lackeys were seemingly lying in wait for her to arrive , after which they’d promptly confiscated her weapons. perhaps it was just  TERRIBLE  luck. of course , there was always the possibility that he’d decide to have her executed anyway even if she did decide to disclose her reasons for being there , && that’s not a risk that she’s about to take. so there’s the  INSTANTANEOUS  process of weighing her options as he remains watching her , fists clenched slightly as she generates a sufficient enough answer. she didn’t have to inform him directly of her travels , so why start here ? ❛ i’m looking for a cove. it’s supposed to be somewhere near here , but i haven’t found it yet. ❜

❝A cove, hm?❞ As relieved as he may be to finally be making progress, it’s frustrating to learn that she was seeking their hideout. No longer was this sheer coincidence; she was actively seeking them out - and now she has found them, although Talbot doubts that it was actually himself or any of his men that had obtained her interest. He wants to know what exactly she's searching for, and he highly doubts that he’ll receive a straight answer by asking further questions. 

❝Now you really have got my interest...❞ Although that’s far from being a good thing, as demonstrated clearly by the sadistic tone of voice and his sly smile, in addition to the hand that's now reaching inside his jacket, taking hold of his knife-- one thing’s for certain: she will regret this.

Another flick of his wrist earns him the attention of his nearest lackey. ❝-Hold her. I don't want her putting up a fight.❞

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@phulusa

The trigger is pulled - once; twice; three times, and each bullet hits its intended mark. He knows she’s watching from a distance, having come in quietly at some point to silently assess him like she always did, and there’s a brief wave of pride that washes over him when his final bullet also hits the target. It’s short-lived pride, granted - his technique is not yet perfect, and there is always something to improve on - but it’s an improvement from the first time he fired a gun.

As he finishes, his gun is safely disarmed; its now empty magazine placed next to it on a table. Then and only then does he acknowledge Marlowe’s presence; although he knows better by now than to make any kind of comment on how long she’d been watching him for.

❝-Marlowe.❞ A curt, yet polite nod is acknowledgement enough - and after what she’s done for him, the least he can do is show her the utmost amount of respect. Still, Talbot knows she always has reason to push him further, and he always wants to improve anyway. ❝...How am I performing?❞

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Uncharted 3 & Uncharted 4 parallels - “we are a badass bosses”

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Claire | cerisetheai:

&& there went her original plan out the window , much like the magazines being ejected from her firearms — her against a full scale ARMY . the sheer numbers are enough to indicate that this particular artifact must have been invaluable beyond words , because it wasn’t just a coincidence that this individual && his lackeys were patrolling the vicinity. already , she’s attempting to formulate a  DISCREET  secondary plan , because with no longer being in possession of her weapons , options were naturally severely limited. her attention focuses primarily on the suit clad adversary before her , swallowing thickly whilst cerulean hues swivel over the  INFANTRY  before her. this wasn’t going to be a walk in the park — or namely the jungle , by any means. ❛ well considering we’re most likely searching for the same thing , i don’t see exactly how we can resolve this. ❜

Her persistence is noted and disregarded - nothing she says will change his mind; she is a threat, and she will be dealt with accordingly. She may not think that they can resolve this situation, but Talbot knows that they will. He will prevail...all that’s up for debate is whether she will walk away from this conversation in one piece, even if she doesn’t know that yet.

❝-Try me. You’ll be surprised at how well we can make things work.❞ He isn’t likely to take a genuine interest in whatever she wants - it’s just her proximity to their lair that has his concern - but he won’t give that away yet, not until he knows more about her intentions. Confidence is ever-present in his demeanor, sly smiles and powerful tones accentuating his command over his men, and over this entire situation.

❝No matter what you’re searching for, we will find out about it. Make this easy for yourself.❞

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daniel + cigarettes

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Claire | cerisetheai:

❛ do you follow everyone like this , or am i just special ? ❜ naturally , she’d received the shock of her life upon reaching up to hoist herself up onto the ledge && when there’d been a hand waiting to grasp her wrist. clearly , he’d done his homework , && both him && his men had been anticipating her  ARRIVAL — either that , or it was a massive coincidence , which was highly unlikely. being stripped of all her weapons wasn’t exactly her idea of a warm greeting ,not to mention the aggressive stares that she was being subjected to. obviously ,  HOSPITALITY  wasn’t exactly their strong point. but she’s too busy staring at their leader to acknowledge such a fact , attempting to slacken the grip upon her arm exhibited by one of his lackeys. ❛ you’ll give someone a heart attack one of these days. ❜

❝My apologies - but you were getting far too close for comfort.❞

Normally he will just let treasure hunters continue on their merry way; allow them to continue their often fruitless labors whilst he slips in and out of the shadows, usually one step ahead of them. But she’s different-- treading too close to one of the order’s sanctuaries, and at too frequent a rate at that. It just won’t do, especially after what happened the last time someone found one of their hideouts.

Walking calmly towards her, Talbot briefly acknowledges the men who took her weapons, silently indicating for them to dispose of the magazines before she can grab them again - and then his attention turns fully to her; the intruder. He can appreciate any individual’s desire to pursue their passions, but it will not come at the cost of his secrecy. ❝Now, if you could just tell me what exactly you’re looking for, we may be able to resolve this peacefully-- I’d hate to have to get my hands dirty.❞

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Harry | deluscr:

         “Got some comin’ up for ya right away, mate…”   And as he goes to have it prepared, he turns his head to look at the man, a smile given, first showing off his good side as they would get to the core of their meeting soon enough. Certainly, he was not one of his usual partners, and he already had a hunch of who would have to do most of the ‘acrobatics’, would they be needed. Not that he minded, but it would have been easier the other way around.

    Returning to the table with a cup of coffee, he took a seat, immediately taking out files and placing them upon the table. Although he did not open them yet, he leaned over to face the other, eager to get into it – no need to waste time about sweet nothings.   “Alright, just a heads up so we’re clear about what we’re gettin’ into, yeah? You can read them if you like, but I can provide you with a short summary if needed – it’s what you prefer.”

❝I can have a look at these later - for now though, I’d like to hear it coming from you.❞ Hands cling onto the cup as he waits for an explanation - waits to hear what exactly he’s getting into this time. Talbot knows a brief summary of what to expect; he wouldn’t be here if he was completely in the dark; but suspicions as to his new partner’s motives leave him wondering just how much he’d have to find out for himself.

He’d be a fool to trust anyone - even a man with a reputation like the one that Flynn has - right off the bat, given his own status in society. Momentarily scanning over the notes, he’ll let his own experience of this meeting form his judgement; no point ruling a man’s honesty out less than five minutes into their first face-to-face conversation, especially when Talbot’s not going to share all his secrets anyway. ❝-And, I’d also like to know why you decided to choose me to work with on this.❞

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Claire | cerisetheai:

she’s relieved to discern the smile currently taking form upon her lips , rather than the smirk that so desperately wished to surface. talbot might have been a  COMPLEX man to most , but she’s had plenty of experience with such encounters since joining at her husband’s side. being second in command of preferred outcomes had taught her some valuable life lessons , && it was no surprise that she was making  USE of such expertise — especially against those who were seemingly too dubious for their own good. but ever the gracious host , she motions politely to the seat adjacent to her desk , closing the door behind the both of them upon entering. this was a conversation not to be DISTURBED . ❛ would you care for a drink ? i think i’ve got some château margaux somewhere. ❜

There’s a sense of discreet admiration with which he examines the office that she’s so graciously invited him into - granted, Talbot wasn’t a man of splashing money on many unnecessary items and luxuries just for the sake of spending money, but he can still appreciate fine decor when he sees it. Suit straightened out once more as he takes a seat, he puts on his usual businessman smile; waiting patiently for her to settle down opposite him.

❝-If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love one. Thank you.❞ He won’t be so rude as to jump straight into negotiations - he’s the guest here; so he will wait for her to take the lead.

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