Rebels & Mutineers is set in modern day New Orleans, Louisiana. R&M is fueled by player's plots and group input.
Supernatural people have always had their place in society, hidden in plain sight or locked away for their own protection. New Orleans, a haven for the strange and mysterious and a magnet for the supernatural.
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05.11.19
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02.27.19
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It was not a date. It was not a date. Those were the words that Aurora kept chanting in her own head as she pulled her long hair out of the hair tie that had been holding it tightly out of her face for the past several hours. Every single follicle on her head felt like it was protesting, and she couldn’t help but scrunch her face up as she ran her hands through her hair, trying to shake out the soreness and give herself a little relief in the process. There were times that she had regretted her career choice just a little bit, but admittedly she didn’t even have to wear her hair up when she was on the clock, she just preferred to. Still, there was a part of her that couldn’t help but wonder. She had been sitting at her desk, working on a little bit of paperwork when Detective Gallagher—who had been assigned as her partner only a few days before—had stopped by. Of course she had stopped what she was doing to see what was up, not only was he her partner but… she wanted to talk to him.
Not that she had any romantic interest in her new partner. God, no, that would be humiliating.
Which was precisely why nobody could know that when he was around she felt her pulse start to race a bit, and when he asked her to dinner it had taken every single ounce of self control that she had to accept the invitation without turning bright red. But she had manage. She was pretty sure.
Aurora pulled on her favorite dress, one that would be both a comfort to her because she had worn it before and because she knew exactly how amazing that she looked when she put this dress on. It gave her a shot of confidence that she desperately needed when she was going out for dinner with someone she didn’t know that well, no matter the reason. The fact that this dinner was with someone that she thought was kind and funny certainly wasn’t helping settle her nerves any, regardless of the fact that she was going out to dinner with her new partner. A coworker. Someone who would be a friend. Of course, there was a slight kick of anxiety that came with it; was there an expectation carried along with this dinner? It was a question that she always had to ask herself, regardless of who she was going out with. Especially since the whole idea of hookups just didn’t do it for her. Looking herself over once more in the mirror, she fluffed her hair a little bit more, and then turned and headed towards the door, swallowing her nerves as she made her way to the restaurant that Malcolm had indicated.
When she walked in, there was a part of her that was already panicking, looking for a not-really-familiar head of hair that could look completely different by now. Did she look alright? Was she dressed right? The many different questions whipped around in her head like a tornado, and she bit down on the inside of her lip as she glanced around, trying to see if she could locate him.
Malcolm thought that it was a good thing to get to know his partners. He met up with Gennie when he first was assigned to New Orleans, they were able to talk about their lives a little bit, about her child. It was good to build something of a bond with another person. Especially when that person was supposed to help make sure that he was able to stay alive. He was working too hard and doing too much to be there for Cameron, just to get shot or die because he couldn't depend on his partner. As if on cue, the recovering bullet hole in his shoulder started to act up. He took a few deep breaths, trying to dull some of the pain with his intentional breathing. The night he got shot was such a blur. He could remember getting ready to go into the house, the unsecured window opening and the gleam from the barrel, and then the pain in his shoulder. Faster than he could even react and he was on the ground. Then he was pounding on some door, the screams from his squad to come back all in the back of his head. Clark, patching him up. Little else until he was on the couch.
The few times that he had met Aurora she seemed like a very nice person, he didn't want to have to witness her going through that same pain that he did.
Thankfully, he was able to keep his gun and badge by lying to his boss that there was someone who ran out the back door and he was pursuing them on foot before they got away. He was written up for defying a direct order from his superior by leaving while injured, but it was better than losing his job as a detective.
When he asked Aurora out for dinner, he hoped that she knew that it was just so they could get to know each other a little more. It wasn't a date, but that didn't mean he was going to wear the boots that he was pretty sure still had blood on them from the disaster crime scene at a truck stop the week before. He pulled on a jacket and left some food out for Gumbo who was happily napping on his bed. He was sure that Anaiaca would be over at some point to give some love and attention to the German Shepard. He cared deeply for his friend, and she was the reason why Gumbo was alive, but he did worry about her getting his dog to love her more than him. Malcolm, just in case, left a twenty on the fridge for her in case she wanted to order pizza while he was away.
"Love you Gumbo." He called quietly, trying not to wake up the queen of the house from her nap. Malcolm drove to the restaurant, a car he was currently working on but still had some work to go on the exterior. It was that it looked like a piece of junk, it was a diamond in the rough and he loved it. He handed the keys to the valet, marking the note of disgust as he checked out the relic of the 1940s that Malcolm adored so much and handed him the voucher to eventually get his car back.
Malcolm stepped inside and spotted the kinda-familiar face waiting for him. "Hey, thanks for waiting I had to make sure my dog was okay before I could leave. She kinda rules the house." He joked and took a seat across from her. "I'm really happy you were able to meet me tonight. I um, really just want to get to know you and let you get to know me if that's okay."
Aurora was nervous. It wasn’t often that she got asked out, not because she didn’t know people or get numbers or whatever have you, but because she was the kind of person who put her career first and her personal life second. She always had been, which was great when you were determined to make strides in a male-dominated career path, but when it came to having someone to spend your life with, it was about as helpful as kryptonite was to Superman. Of course, there was still the question about whether or not this was even a date, because he had asked her out to dinner, but he hadn’t exactly been clear about his intentions at the time. Aurora, for her part, had been too caught off guard to ask, and she was now trying dutifully to not get her hopes up.
As Aurora took a seat at the table a kind host had led her to, she shrugged off the light jacket that she had worn specifically because the damp chill that accompanied the setting sun had already started to set in. For a while now, she had harbored a secret crush on Detective Gallacher, so when she had been paired with him following his previous partner’s departed, she had been conflicted more than anything. While it did mean that she would get to spend more time with him, it was also work time, and she’d heard so many stories about ill-fated workplace romances. Not to mention the fact that it could interfere with her actual job. That’s what had made accepting his invitation to dinner so awkward for her. This was uncharted and unfamiliar territory. And yet, she had accepted, because at the end of the day she did want to get to know her new partner. If something more did blossom between them… well, she wasn’t going to think about that. She was never one to really put the cart before the horse, after all.
A somewhat familiar voice shocked her out of her inner musings, and Aurora looked up with her usual kind smile already on her lips as Detective Gallagher told her what he had been doing before meeting her here. “Okay so first of all? That’s adorable.” She had always loved animals, and the thought of him playing around with a dog before he had made his way to her was a mental image that would have been enough to bring a smile to her face even if she had been mad that he was a little on the late side. Not that she was, he was still pretty damn punctual, and he hadn’t stood her up. That had definitely happened to her before, though that wasn’t something that she liked to admit. “What’s her name?” She was intrigued to know more about his dog, it was evident that he cared a lot about her. Admittedly, Aurora didn’t have any pets, but it wasn’t for a lack of wanting one so much as it was her being afraid that she didn’t have the time to dedicate to one, between her job with the police department and the volunteering she did.
“That sounds great to me, I mean we are going to be spending quite a bit of time with each other.” All of this, talking to him and being around him, was miles easier than she imagined it would be, and she couldn’t quite figure out why. It wasn’t that she wasn’t confident in herself or her interactions with others, but a lot of the time when she was talking to people, there was a hint of awkwardness, a slight misstep here and there while she was figuring out what to do or say; but there was none of that with this. Okay, so maybe there was a little awkwardness, but nothing more than the usual. “So what brings you to New Orleans anyways? I know you weren’t here when I first started with the department.”
Malcolm walked to the table, Aurora was very beautiful but he wanted to make sure that he was comfortable with her. Working with someone as closely as detectives worked together, he wanted to make sure that they were good together. He only worked with Gennie for a short amount of time, but he did the same to her and they had a very successful run together. Malcolm brushed his curly hair behind his ears and smiled when she smiled at him. He was sure that a lot of people would look at them and see a first date, but he was really looking forward to keeping their relationship professional. After his engagement, diving into something with someone that he worked with was the last thing on his mind. "I think her ego is big enough, but I'll make sure to let her know you think she's adorable." He laughed and took a seat across from her, "She's probably sprawled all over my bed right now and loving every second of her life."
The fact that he hit her with a car would always haunt him and he would be constantly working towards making it up to her.
Malcolm thanked the waiter for the menu and pulled his seat forward, being careful to accommodate his long legs and being careful not to accidentally kick her under the table, "Her name is Gumbo, and she's a German Shepard and spoiled beyond belief. I swear my friend breaks in just to make sure she gets enough pets and treats during the day." He opened the menu and looked over the various options, "Do you have any pets?" He asked, having a nice mental image of working on cases while walking dogs together. There were so many nights when he ended up having to work late, but so far the captain never noticed Gumbo sleeping peacefully under his desk.
Scanning the menu he decided on the lobster ravioli, making a mental note to ask if there were mushrooms in the filling. He couldn't help but think about the last time he had mushrooms by mistake, it was made for him by Elias and nearly killed him. She didn't know that he was allergic, and found out that he was a skinwalker in the process. They were going to remain friends, but she moved away with her husband. Malcolm worried about her nearly every second of the day, but he had to force himself to just move forward. "I'm actually a New Orleans boy born and raised." He said, breaking out of the negative thoughts and closing his menu, "I moved to Baton Rouge for a few years when I started at the Academy. Got hired there and just took a while to work my way back."
He smiled at her, "What about you? Louisiana in your blood too?"
Aurora had never had a partner. That was rare when it came to working in homicide, since people were usually paired off partly for efficacy, and partly for safety. When you were in charge of actively looking for murderers, it was generally a good idea to have some kind of back up, just in case the unthinkable happened and you ended up staring down the barrel of someone else’s gun. She counted herself lucky that she had never been in that situation before, but she also knew that as she gained more repute in the community for catching various murderers that there would be more and more people gunning for her. That was the kind of thing that kept her awake at night. Well, that and the souls of the dearly departed that sought out her energy like a beacon in the deep, dark vastness of the afterlife. There was something about their incessant, otherworldly whispering and the deep, dusty gray of the apparitions that plagued her, still bearing the circumstances of their deaths, that made her not want to go to sleep at night sometimes.
But that was mostly in the past. She had long since gotten used to the spirits that didn’t exactly seem to hold her personal space in high regard.
Due to her previous lack of a partner, Aurora had no idea how she was going to get along with Malcolm at all. It wasn’t that she didn’t think that they could get along, but she’d never had to work with anybody else before. To be totally honest, she had a feeling that she was headed for a disagreement or two down the line. She was her father’s daughter through and through, and the thing that her father was most known for in this exact precinct — outside of his work of course — was his tendency to be extremely stubborn. That spark of stubbornness had been alive in Aurora from the moment that she was old enough to make her own decisions. She’d had plenty of experience working with people throughout her academic career, but when it came to her job, she didn’t have a lot of practice considering anybody else’s opinions.
Aurora laughed along with Malcolm as he took his seat, trying to picture his dog sprawled out on his bed. She didn’t have a lot of information to go off of, but what she could imagine was adorable enough that it made her smile, and made her consider getting a dog all over again. “Gumbo? You definitely have Louisiana heritage,” she said, chuckling as she opened the menu and looked it over. “German Shepards are beautiful, my dad used to work with one when I was younger.” Her father hadn’t been a homicide detective the way that she was, he had been a police officer, and had been one of the few that had headed up a K9 team for the New Orleans parrish. Even now, she could remember Brutus’s sharp profile, the way that he looked every single time that she had seen him, the way that he slobbered on her face as they played. Despite the fact that he was a police dog, she had also shared a bond with him. That was part of the reason that after her father’s death, her mother had bought him back from the city. It was hard enough to lose her father, it would be harder still to lose two big influences in her life at once. He had died years later, hit by a car while out on a walk with her sister, and she hadn’t brought herself to get a pet since. “No, not anymore. I’d love to have a dog, but I live in a duplex with next to no yard, so I don’t think it would be all that fair to the poor animal that got saddled with me.”
Aurora smiled, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear as she looked over the menu. It was surprisingly easy to talk to Malcolm, though she was certainly feeling the slight abrasiveness that came from all awkward situations that she was involved in. Biting down on the inside of her lip, she skimmed over the menu before her eyes landed on something that looked absolutely amazing, and familiar. Gulf fish amandine. Already the words were reminding her of a dish that her mother used to make. “Also New Orleans born and raised. Lived in the Seventh Ward district growing up. Now I’m over in Marigny. Only time I actually left was on vacation.” Now that she said it out loud, she couldn’t help but be a little embarrassed about the fact that she had never really left New Orleans. So many people in the world were travelling, going other places and finding where they fit in with the people around them, but for Aurora? That had always been New Orleans. The city fit her like a glove, between the amount of history that she had built up in this area and the fact that she had an innate ability to see the ghosts that New Orleans had become so famous for. “What brought you back?”
