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Dec 05, 2014 05:39PM

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Young adult (17-20) attendees of military academic institution (West Point, et cetera, except for something scifi)
Male and female members of FBI-type organization preventing domestic terrorism and solving crazy crimes
Prince who wants to make peace between humans and elves (and other races?) needs to remove the racist king and queen from power without starting a violent revolution

US involvement in the middle east has nearly ended, but oil-hungry Russia, China, and India have all turned their eyes to the deserts.
A growing religious-political movement (cult) is growing in power, albeit slowly. The Church of Reformation celebrates the enigmatic, mysterious "William."
ISDA training is as follows:
Written and multiple choice exam (similar to the ASVAB, ACT, SAT, or AP testing?) and a physical qualification course (minimum pushups, sit ups, pull ups, and ability to run 1 mile in under 10 minutes).
Candidates go to school in Quantico, Virginia (formerly the training ground and offices of the FBI) where they learn law and police procedures, pass firearm qualifications, take another test, and take another physical exam (with stricter requirements), then get assigned to a ISDA field office.
Normally in this scenario, the female is recently out of academy (or still relatively new) and was either newly assigned or transferred (for whatever reason you'd like) to the ISDA FoB in Newhaven, North Carolina, a quickly growing eastern port city with a steadily increasing crime late.

1: Are you comfortable with the cliche, older/more experienced man as the lead detective and the young/inexperienced female is his partner?
2: How familiar are you with police/military procedure and terminology? Firearms? When I play a character like the one designed for this RP (who was dishonorably discharged from the Marine Corps before joining the ISDA), I mix in a lot of "Alpha" this "Omega Foxtrot" that and sometimes I get a little technical (I never refer to a weapon as just a "Pistol" or "assault rifle"; I use names like Sig Sauer 556, or Avtomat, et cetera, and-in order to avoid repeating the same word several times in one post-will change between the object's name and its calibre)
3: How comfortable are you with Science Fiction? This particular setting is low-scifi, meaning it has nonreal elements but never unbelievable ones. There are no lasers, spaceships, or killer robots. There IS however a growing popularity, mostly among late-teen to young-adult (17-24), of "Body augmentation." Tattoos, while still prevalent, are not nearly as "Cool" as they once were; many people now get surgical implants of semi-functional modifications, like a tail or animal ears or canine incisors.
Ripley's "Believe It Or Not" theatres, as you can imagine, have gone out of business.
The ISDA has a zero tolerance policy on body augmentation the way most US police stations do now. For some agents, subdermal augmentations are permitted (the world of prosthetics and grafting has allowed humans to replace their organs with superior ones. The difference isn't inhuman, but it is considerable. There are also bone-strengthening injections that fill air pockets with alloys depending on how much you can pay, thyroid replacements, et cetera. A LOT of this stuff is only recently out of the experimentation stage, however, and the ISDA is hesitant to allow agents to use what could potentially catastrophically malfunction and result in their death and a failed investigation)

2. I'm somewhat familiar but I do research so I won't use just a simple weapon name.
3. I'm usually not comfortable with Science Fiction but I am taking risks and trying new genres.




Then there's my above suggestion of male-female detectives in the near-future fighting cybernetics (and worse). Or a war in the near-future, or anything you want.

Normally I open this RP by my character inviting your character (who was recently transferred and hasn't started working yet) to a bar to meet, but it hasn't gone over spectacularly with the other people here. Which means, I'm going to need a second to think of an original exposition, and I need to restart my computer and shower anyway. Give me like... 30 minutes, and I'll wowzazzle your pants off.

2: How long did your character spend at the ISDA Academy? (Minimum 2 years, must be 19+ to join). Did she specialize? (Law, military breaching and entry ((like SWAT)), relations?)
3: How old is she? (at least 21)
4: Are you comfortable with non-heterosexual relationships?
5: How experienced is she with firearms? (Specifically the one she was assigned, likely a .40S&W calibre, unless she has unusually large hands)
6: She was transferred to New Haven, North Carolina; did this force her to end a relationship (or miss out on one) when the other person didn't follow?
7: Can she stomach gore? (Serial killer mass-decapitations?)

2. She spent over three years at ISDA academy. She specialized in SWAT and Military Relations.
3. 22
4. Yes I am (Sorry not used to the words of heterosexual)
5. Ever since she was only eighteen years old she has been training with firearms specifically with a .40S&W Calibre.
6. She broke off her long two year relationship when she was transferred. Before she left she lost her father who was a Sergeant Major in the Marine Corp. Her mother was a military nurse for the red cross.
7. She can handle stomach gore (Serial Killer Mass-decaptiations.)


2. Alright. Then she's well-trained in hostage situations, breaching/entering, and with firearms, and hopefully in good shape (Like the FBI HRT, the ISDA's counter-terror units are very demanding)
3. Alright
4. It's alright. I didn't want to say "Is she okay with gay and lesbian relationships" because I thought it would be too much of a mouthful.
5. In the United States (I don't know where you live, so) a citizen must be 21 to own a handgun and 18 to own a shotgun or rifle. She doesn't have to own any, of course; people can rent weapons to practice at firing ranges
6. Do you mean the mother was a nurse and, after retiring, left to work with Red Cross? I don't know if Red Cross uses military personnel (they might?)
7. Alright
And it's a low-SciFi setting, meaning there aren't a lot of "Abilities." No psionics, mental powers, superheroes, spaceships, or lasers. Neither character has anything special, except their training and teamwork.

6. Yes she was retired from the Red Cross and now is a regular nurse at the VA.
Okay I wanted to make sure so I'm glad I clarified that with you.

(Your character) arrived in New Haven Saturday morning. The New Haven field office had a contract with an apartment complex a block away, securing cheap rooms for agents that hadn't found a house. The owner, Terry Pratchett, and his son offered to help her move her clothes (and other belongings?) to the bedroom-bathroom-half kitchen room. The single dresser boasted an old TV and the oven only had one burner, but the Internet connection was solid and the building was situated between a few bars, a theatre, some restaurants, and other niceties. Most importantly, it was a safe neighborhood.
Sunday afternoon, the day before work officially started, she received a text from her partner, who she had not yet met:
Blueboar Bar and Brewery tonight 19h00
(meet at a bar down the street at 7PM)

After taking a nice shower and getting dressed checking the text from her mysterious partner, she stood up and got looking for her clothes to meet them. Though she knew she didn't want to look like an agent immediately she has to look like she had some authority but also fit in the bar without being seen as a threat. Even though she knew many agents have gone to that bar she never said anything about it though only sending her partner a reply.
Affirmative.

Terrible indie music mixed with the drone of inane chatter, rising in intensity as the patrons disapproved of decisions made by whatever sports team blurred across the outdated television. Food and drinks were overpriced and had to be ordered at the counter. The only available booth was in the opposite corner; while comfortable, the table was half-covered in something blue and sticky and a sickly green lamp directly overhead that cast the rest of the room in shadow.






"I don't need to sit. I'm perfectly fine standing." Despite her struggling, she fell into a seat. "Why do you keep pushing me?"









