Quis Separabit: Unknown Irish Republican Armies

[Teuthic]

So, let's get this started off!

Character sheets: Quis Separabit characters and how they relate

I'll leave it up to Oísin to describe how we got to where we are, since he's written that up already, and he's the one in charge here anyways. I'll write up a backstory after that's posted.

[Oisín]

The light of the sun peaks out through the clouds, which though dark are scattered enough to see some blue between them. A light rain falls down on you, a gentle shower which will pass momentarily.

You stand outside of a Georgian apartment at the address given; 671, Marrion Square. The Address of a Colonel Binton Blood.

You can see from where you stand, St Stephen's Green, where not so long ago the Easter Rising took place. For now, the guns have fallen silent over Dublin, save the occaisional bit of violence. Still, you can feel the war and tension in the silent February streets, as the Grafton streets are silent.

You hold the letter which detailed this address and look towards the door. It is imposing but the knocker lies before you; you can find the matter that the whole letter was written for.

Or you can wait for the other ones writteh in the old address; which detailed the names of many old friends and foes alike.

You pause for a moment to consider before taking the final step.

[Teuthic]

I walk to the door, and stop myself before I knock on the door. Best to wait out front for the others, never come first, don't be the first to speak. A moment of vertigo, and I sit down at the stairs, lighting a cigarette: nicotine will keep me awake for a little while longer. Let the others come.

[TheGeorge]

I began walking to the door and then recognise a very old friend that I've been helping find his feet, I welcome him with a warm smile and a wave then say "how are you, you daft bastard?"

[Jomon Dogu]

Pulling my cap over my face, I round the corner onto Merrion Square, spy a familiar face, and duck back into the lane I came from. I need to work up the courage to approach, after so many years apart - and with luck I can hear snippets of the conversation and find a place to make a dramatic entrance. [Feeding My Obsession]

[Teuthic]

"Oh, hullo. Bit tired: I had to walk across Dublin to even get here. I couldn't afford to hire a cart. How are you doing, Murphy?"

I stub out the cigarette, standing up to stretch. "Where are the others?" (An action-packed beginning)

[TheGeorge]

"Oh, you know, same old shite, as for the others..." I look around idly "Well, I think only them and the man upstairs knows where they are"

"so this Blood guy, seems pretty ominous eh? Guess you got the letter too?"

(I'm looking around to spot if there are any of the others around)

[Teuthic]

"Aye, I did. Not sure why he needs me, though: I've, uh, other things on my mind these days. It's been a while since I've done any investigation." I lose focus for a moment, something else on my mind, then look around. "If I don't see anyone else soon, I'm going inside." (I look around for things of note)

[Oisín]

Murphy and Cormac notice a fellow who seems to be spying on them and an approaching man who appears to be a priest who is clutching a letter similar to friend own. There's also a handful of people wandering around, including a constable, though they aren't of much interest to him.

Otherwise, the house seems relatively unnotable except that it has some regimental colours in the top window.

[TheGeorge]

"Well, that man of the church over there looks like he's coming our way, maybe he's something to do with us" I say, pointing in the direction of the priest "and there's a creepy looking guy over there" pointing at the creepy guy

[Jomon Dogu]

As the two at the door point in my direction, I look as nonchalant and excited as possible, as quickly as possible, and bustle down the street towards Cormac and Murphy with open arms as though I had just noticed them.

"I thought so! Murphy! A sight for sore eyes. And bless me, Cormac, it's been too long. Far, far too long. How did the United States treat you?" [Keeping My Shit Together]

[Darthrex]

I approach the two men standing on the corner with letters. "Did (insert NPC) call you here about his daughter?".

[Oisín]

Colin realizes that they know he's snooping. He breaks into a cold sweat looking at both of then and everything in him wants to flee; but the promise of 250 pounds is too much to run away from.

He feels compelled to say something to excuse himself, even if he would only be digging himself deeper... Silence simply wouldn't do. They wouldn't trust him; he'd be exiled from the group and left to fend for himself. He'd be where he was at his lowest before even getting the chance to redeem himself.

[Mark 1 Crack, Jomon]

[TheGeorge]

"Yeah, terrible business that, your face looks familiar, did I meet you at some time in my travels?" I say to the priest.


(I can't think of how to respond to Colin cause don't know the result of the reveal.)

[Jomon Dogu]

Trying to keep my composure under the stares, I babble to keep the silence from descending.

"Cormac, Cormac. Too long, indeed. I figured you'd at least have come back for Fiona's funeral, but I can-"

I trail off, realizing I had never actually written to Cormac about his childhood sweetheart's - and my sister's - untimely death.