forum The Cowboy and the Wizard // One on One // With Grace

Started August 23, 2019 by Deleted user

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Yo yo yo I’m here

Our hero has arrived! Huzzah!

Not hero, just glorified crazy person XD

So, is this just gonna be an adventure rp? Or are there gonna be more aspects to it?
Also, for my character, should I fill out a template or go in blind?

I was planning on going in blind, and yeah, most likely adventure. Romance can happen, but shouldn't be the main focus of the rp.

Oke doke! I’m ready to start whenever then!

The sound of his doorbell ringing nearly made Slate jump out of his socks. For the past couple of days it's felt like everyone's been after him, even when there wasn't. The prospect of getting jumped at every turn as made him as twitchy as a chihuahua.

He threw the door open, holding his revolver out at arms distance as soon as he could push it through the gap. His light brown hair was a shaggy mess more akin to a bird's nest than any styling. There were deep bags underneath his usually sharp hazel eyes from the lack of sleep he's experienced. Overall, he just looked like shit.

"Who are you?" he asked, a finder hovering over the trigger.

(Her hair looks like this, I can’t word right now to describe it though XD https://images.app.goo.gl/)
“Gotta be the right one this time,” She said, straightening her crisp uniform from the Ministry of Magic. Carefully she knocked on the door, her wand disguised as a pencil in her hand. Alex brushed her hair away from her face as she waited for someone to answer, the bright blue and teal hair combed nicely off to the side. The door cracked open and she immediately noted the gun pointed right at her, though it didn’t phase her much as she cleared her throat, “Alex Deilr, from the DMLE, and you are?”
Introducing herself was always the trickiest part, if she got the wrong address she had to be extra careful. The muggle world didn’t need to know about magic anymore than it already did. She noted his appearance as he opened the door, clearly male, and looked as if he hadn’t gotten a good nights sleep in too long.
(Alex is gender fluid, just to let you know. I’ll reveal it later on and I’ll always have the pronouns that should be used mentioned as each day changes)

Slate let out a revealed sigh, pulling the door open fully and sliding the gun into his waistband.
"Slate Isaac, thank god." He stepped aside to let her into his home. He had a distinctive Southern accent, despite the fact they were in New Jersey at the moment. "Sorry 'bout the gun. I nearly shot a Jehovah's Witness that knocked on my door with a walking stick."

His house was…..roomy. Probably the nicest way you could described it. Decorations were nonexistant. There wasn't a single picture on the wall or a rug on the floor. A single couch sat in front of a TV to the left when they first walk in, a hallway that led to the kitchen in front of them, and to the right a stairwell.

"I'm guessin' you've been briefed on wha' happ'ned?" he asked, shutting the door behind him.

She nodded, stepping into his home and looking around, “I’ve been fully briefed, and I don’t blame you for the gun. Can’t really be too careful after what you know.” Her eyes wandered but she didn’t move past stepping into the house and moving out of the way.

Her wand lost its disguise as soon as she gave it a flick, changing back into the Ash wood wand it was. “So, Mr. Isaac, mind running me through what has been happening once more before I get to work? The more details you can provide me with the better.”

"Yeah, sure." He made his way into the living room area and sat down on the arm of the couch, folding his hands in his lap.
"'Bout a month ago, my brother contacted me through those fuckin' owls you guys use instead of phones. Said he had something important to tell me and to go to a certain address. He'd been off the grid for a few years, so I was pretty excited to see him again, ya know? Well, the address was some old ass warehouse. I walk in, and, like, 3 hooded figures step out of the shadows like some type of fucking horror movie. I just turned around and started walking out, but one of them tried to touch me, so I didn't hesitate to pull out my gun and shoot the fucker in the chest. The others started shouting curse words and pulled out their wands, but by that time I was already gone."

Alex listened without interrupting, nodding at the appropriate times, “And now you’re being hunted down?” She took a few steps further into the apartment, going over the facts. “Did you know your brother used magic before he contacted you?” The place was very bare, in her opinion needing some more decoration.

Slate nodded. "Yeah. My momma was one, too, so she was beyond proud when she found out he was admitted into Pigworts or whatever that school is in the UK. Write him messages every day, visit him any chance she got. He was her pride and joy."
There was a slightly bitter tone in his voice as he spoke about his brother, and his face contorted like it was difficult to say.

“Hogwarts,” She corrected him, wandering around the room and studying everything, “What about your father? Was he a muggle?” Alex noted his tone but didn’t comment, she knew well that muggles with magic siblings got quite jealous.

Her wand hung non threateningly at her side in her hand, though she was on guard for any moment she might need to use it. This was her first report in quite a while and she was happy to be trusted with something this big.

"Yeah. It was mostly me and him at home after Ty left, 'cause Mom worked for some Ministry thing. My dad didn't really understand magic, but he accepted it into his life when he met Mom. Both of 'em died a couple of years back in a car fire. Some ridiculously rare malfunction in the fuel pump."

He tilted his head when he was she still held her wand. "I'm not gonna shoot you, ya know."

She nodded, the fact of his mother working for the ministry catching her attention along with how they died. It was suspicious, and she knew it probably wasn’t an accident, “Mr. Isaac, do you happen to know where your mother worked in the ministry?” Alex twirled her wand in her hand and shrugged, still scanning for anything out of the ordinary, “I believe you, but being on guard is better than being killed.”

"Somethin' than had to do with magical accidents. She didn't say much, but she'd come home sometimes covered in dust and soot and shit like that."

He stretched his arms out as far as they'd go, closing his eyes and grunting. "Why does any of this matter?"

“Just trying to know more about the case,” She replied, nodding in satisfaction before taking up a spot by the wall, “Background information is actually very helpful when trying to find out motives or reasons for anything:” Nothing seemed out of place or seemed to be any way for Slate to be watched or spied on.

Three knocks on the front door immediately set Slate on edge again. The gun was out in a flash and he was at the peephole in a matter of seconds. He studied whoever was outside for a moment. When he turned back to Alex, he mouthed one word: trouble.

She was immediately set on edge with the knock on the door and she got her wand to the ready, twirling it around on her fingers with a nod. Alex was surprisingly calm, though her fingers twitched as she crept over to a safe spot where she could also fire spells through the door if needed.

Slate frowned in thought, then shook his head.
"You open the door," he whispered, "and stall him while I snake around from the back."
With that, he headed through the hallway and left eyeshot after turning left into the kitchen.

Alex rolled her eyes but nodded, striding up to the door as he left and opening it a crack, “Yes? Who are you?” Her wand was disguised as a pencil again and she tucked it behind her ear, putting on her best confused muggle look. She wasn’t terribly good at acting, but it was one of the requirements of her line of work.

"Is this the home of Slate Isaac?" the man asked, his own wand clearly visible in his left hand. Most of his face was shrouded by a black cloak, as described by Slate only a few minutes ago. A tattoo of a boar's head was drawn onto the back of his wand hand. "We have some business to discuss."

“Slate Isaac…” She replied, pretending to think about it, “Maybe? I’ll go ask my brother, sounds like one of his friends.” Her eyes flicked to the wand in his hand and the tattoo and she pointed to the wand, “Is there a reason you’re carrying around a stick?”

"Just….please go talk to y-" His sentence was cut short by the sound of a revolver cocking.
"Drop the fucking stick, cone head," Slate growled, the gun held with both hands in front of him, aimed directly at the wizard's chest.
"You will not win this, Muggle," the wizard growled, dropping his wand. "It's only a matter of time."