conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Serendipity: The world had never been the same since the Others had revealed themselves to humanity. Since the Dark Ages, dozens of magical races had been concealing themselves - sometimes in plain sight - in society. The elves and the orcs had been the first, introducing themselves formally early in the nineteenth century. The others had followed, one after another until threatened elements of society had lashed out violently. The Race Wars tore the world apart for over thirty years, but when the last flames died humanity was left but one race among many - more numerous than most, but by no means in charge. Today the nations of the world were largely restored, with a mixture of races in most places and the United Nations supervising it all with benevolent oversight.The UNIT building in New York was a tinted-glass silvery monolith which some likened to a colossal middle finger raised to the concept of individual liberties. Behind the public face on the decorative ground floor were forty nine secured floors from which the special security service monitored issues all over the world without interfering with local national authority. Officially.Eliza Turner was the Head of Operations, her agents the action arm of the security service - yet it was rare in the extreme for her to get involved in individual cases. Today the sixty year old battle-axe sat at her broad official desk and waited for her senior agent, flicking through the supporting files on the case. Everything was old school this time, with none of the background work she would normally ask her aides to do. It was advanced paranoia, but that was a professional merit in her business.Finally the door opened, and she looked up with a thin smile. "Good morning Agent, it's good of you to join me. How was your recovery?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: FallenOne: He would walk through the calls, idly hearing the footsteps echoing in the space, leaving a hollow sound as his path would take him to the desk of his chief, the head of Operations.Glancing lkeft and right seeing the various agents working... a troll and an elf examining what looked likesome kind of weaponry... An elemental looking at a screen at what seemed like a body... his human eyes werent that good as those of elves but he could see some information and it troubled him.Rumours have been going through the building of UNIT about a surge in crimes commited against nonhuman and demihuman species. And since he was ummoned it seemed at least some of the rumours were true. Being one of the few humans in operations, he lacked the brute strength, agility or superhuman powers of the other races, but made it up in wits and intelligence. And that Mrs Turner needed him on this hour also said a bunch.Hhe would open the door and stand in the doorway. "Agent Eric Bishop, reporting for duty, ma'am." Giving ehr the formal salute to a superios, then premitting himself a wry smile. "Its was okay. The wounds were luckily quite shallow and and dryads in recovery did a wonderful job. I admit I dont feel 100% but the healer said it was a matter of time."
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Serendipity: Turner watched him closely as he stood in the doorway, her keen yellowy eyes nictating in the bright office light. "That's good Bishop. That's very good." Her double-eyelids blinked; one filming after the other, before returning to her intent narrow-eyed gaze and saluting without getting up. "I know we said twelve weeks' recovery, but I'm afraid I need you to volunteer to come back sooner."She paused significantly, then slid a folder around to the chair in front of her and waited for him to sit. "As I'm sure you've heard crimes against nonhuman species have increased exponentially in the last six months. There hasn't been a common thread to tie these together; when local police have apprehended those responsible they find that even the species isn't consistent. Orcs attack dwarves. Naga steal from dryads. Humans destroy elven property. That pattern changed four hours ago in Helsinki." She opened the folder to the cover page, which showed a pair of white-skinned, white-haired humanoids with blue eyes and lips."A dwarven mother and child were drowned in their home by a pair of ice maidens. The screams were heard and local security forces apprehended them both before they could leave the building. When questioned, they confessed to working for a group called Unity, which immediately had them moved to a high-security stakehouse. I need you to fly out there and question them again on behalf of UNIT. If you find a lead, report in and pursue it. Find these people Eric."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: FallenOne: He would not and pick up the file, quickly scanning its content, eyes lingering for a moment upon the photos of the bodies... it wasnt a pretty sight. Without looking up, eyes scanning the text he would reply. “And what makes it so special you pull me out of the sick bay to solve this crime? My partner is still in a coma and I cannot do this alone.”Looking up from the file to expect an answer, he stares at Eliza. Anyone could question them. Heck, I am sure Jim could do it. He’s psychic, remember?”Without bothering for a reply he would lean against the doorway for a moment, reading more of the file, this time more thoroughly. Finishing it he would toss it on the desk. “Must say that Unity talk interests me, but I need help. Cant do this alone. Also, what are the rules. How far can I go, how thick is upper command breathing in your neck?”
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Serendipity: Eliza steepled her fingers on the desktop before her and gave him a wintry smile that gave a brief flash of fang. "Credit me with some intelligence, Eric. I fully expect this to become a prolonged investigation, out of contact with oversight until you have them dead to rights and are ready to call in all the fires of heaven on these bastards." If the smile was cold before, now it was downright icy."I'm sure you've been thinking during your recovery; you haven't had a lot else to do. What do you thinkhappenedduring your Op? It wasn't a coincidence those gunsels happened to open up on your car. It's become increasingly apparent to some of us on the inside that UNIT has been thoroughly infiltrated by Unity. With a very few exceptions I don't know who I can trust and so if we're to make any meaningful progress we can't send anyone from our active agent registry." Her expression thawed, although still with scant sympathy as she watched him through yellow eyes."You are still listed as on injury leave, and your partner is unconscious. No one would expect you to go on a new operation at a time like that, and that is why you are critical to this mission. As much as it frustrates me, you have a knack for driving your own investigation without and in spite of our instructions. Any more questions?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: FallenOne: He would move forwards, standing before the desk, interest piqued with her admission that the bureau was breached, infiltrated. Remaining silent for a few minutes while thinking, eyes fearless locking with hers, before coming with an answer."A few. How many people know of this mission? Where is all the info I need. I need a disk or stick with all the intel you have. If this is as big as you say it is, I need all the intel I can get. Also, I need help. As it pains me, this is too big to handle alone. I need someone fresh, untarnished and straight from training. You have to trust me on this, but when the basket contains rotten apples, I'd like to pluck one from the tree."Turning around for a moment, then glancing back. "I will get this done. I will not tell you how and what, the less you know the better it is. All you have to do is trust. If I have something you will know." Grimacing suddenly, one hand reaching for his side. "But I will give it all I have, chief!"
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Serendipity: Eliza smiled thinly, a reptilian gleam in her yellow eyes as she watched him over her steepled fingers and nodded to the file. "If you turn to page three, you'll find we have in fact anticipated you." There he would find a SD card labelled with an innocuous happy emoji and a crescent moon. The patch it was attached to indicated a full documentary record of all confirmed and suspected information on the shadow organisation and its activities."As to your other requirement," the older woman brought one hand up and touched her earpiece. "Chloe, please send her in." She motioned to the door, "The lead student in the most recent graduating class, I pulled a few strings to ensure she wasn't placed immediately and as a consequence, she is still off the active agent registry and available to assist you in your mission. Please welcome Cadet Liliandra Ebr'him."A quiet knock on the door, which opened to reveal a petite teenager with radiant golden-blonde hair in a crisp black dress uniform with a sunburst pin on her right breast pocket. Prominent at her back are a pair of great misty-grey wings, large and likely powerful enough to lift herself into the sky. She is clearly on her best behaviour - having little idea why the Head of Operations wants to speak with her - and snaps to attention, practically vibrating with eager obedience to orders. "Cadet Ebr'him reporting for duty Ma'am!"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: FallenOne: He would turn around and examine her as she entered the office, saying nothing, eyes just gazing all over her, top to bottom, resting on her wings for a moment. Eyes would never leave her as Eliza spoke. "At ease cadet." Turning towards Eric. "Well Eric, this is what you want. I suggest you teo get re-aquainted pretty soon. You can tell her all the details, and the investigation is yours to lead. Cadet, meet Captain Bishop. he will be your commanding officer for the investigation." She would lean back for a moment, watching the first repsonse from both the human an the angel.As Eric still glanced at her he'd frown for a moment. "Those wings... not the best of disguises. They kinda give things away y'know. Is she fully grown in her species that she can hide them? She looks like she just walked out of summer school and I need someone with the capabilities to blend in.... Something she might have problems with. Girl, show me if you can blend in a crowd."
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Serendipity: Liliana felt as though she'd been dropped in the middle of a tale half-told. She didn't know what was going on or why it was so important that she be able to blend in. Infiltration was one of the classes they'd covered at the Academy, and one she'd done well at, but if asked to demonstrate her skills she'd scarcely have chosen her dress uniform or to be asked to perform right there in the executive office. Fortunately she'd had exercises like this in her training, and it was with only momentary hesitation that she bobbed her head in assent. "Yes Ma'am, Captain."She gave the older man a speculative look, then took off her cap. "I could do more with some costuming," she muttered to herself, then bent and folded the cap inside out so that it looked like a slightly misshapen grey beret. The jacket came off next and was tied around her waist by its sleeves, leaving a white shirt that she quickly unbuttoned at the top and bottom. With two buttons open the top would give just a hint of her young cleavage, while the opened bottom of her top hung loose to expose her navel and cover her polished academy-issue belt. She mantled her wings in close to her back, and as she slipped her thumbs into her pockets they faded from view.Plopping her cap back on her head and off-centre, she untied and shook out her hair and visibly made herself slouch. With this environment it was still hard to say whether she could disappear in a crowd, but suffice to say that she looked far more like a human school dropout (if in very good pants) than the angelic star graduate that she was. "I know I have a lot to learn," she said in a coolly melodic voice and with no false modesty, "But my instructors said the foundations were there. What is this investigation about? You know I haven't been offered an active role yet."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: FallenOne: Eric would nod at her and think for a moment, not saying a word despite the stare he gets from Eliza. His mind racing about the pros and cons what he heard and what he read. Eventually he would write something quickly down upon a sheet of paper, and something else on a second sheet. Handing one to each woman, then hiding the dossier in his coat he then abruptly leaves the office stating loudly."Sorry, but I dont work with amateurs, and I cant take this case. Find someone in good health, I need my rest. When I am better I will report in, so please dont come asking again for such ludricous tasks."He'd walk straight out of the office, leaving Eliza bewildered, so she would glance down upon the piece of paper."Eliza. I am taking the case. This is a ruse to lay off any spies, cause we both know with such files they have bound to have spies in this building too. Dont contact me again, I will contact if needed. Destroy this note."The paper to Liliandra would read the following: "You're in. Meet me in the Rose Club Bar at 8 tonight. I am your sugardaddy, dress appropiate for it. Destroy this note."
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Serendipity: Sighing mentally at Eric's grandstanding, Eliza gave every appearance of a thunderous fury at the wounded agent's defiance. Rising to her feet as he disappeared down the corridor, she shouted, "Don't you walk away from me, Agent Bishop! Operations has a right to expect wounded veteran agents to take on simple training assignments! Enjoy your self-imposed holiday, you'll be on unpaid suspension by the end of the day!"Liliandra's inexperience showed in her wide blue eyes, stunned by the sudden and dramatic way that everything just seemed to.. fall apart! Had the senior agent been so offended by her show of initiative that he'd just thrown the mission - whatever it was - in Mrs Turner's face? She watched the naga shout with every appearance of anger, slam the door; then point to the scrap of paper in the cadet's hand with an icy calm. She read it then, and straightened in sudden surmise. "Oh!"----On the periphery of the New York Red Light District (and just up the road from a trio of strip clubs), the Rose Club Bar was a tender balance between den of no-strings relaxation and a place for party-goers to build themselves up for a thrilling night on the town. Which category did the fresh-faced young blonde fall into, moving awkwardly in a backless red satin gown that clung to her lithe athlete's build? Surely she was on a local college volleyball team, her breasts far too full for her to be a swimmer. Strictly speaking she wasn't old enough to be here either, but her fake id assured the bouncer very sincerely that she was Lily Adams, human, and it was two days since she had turned twenty one. "Happy birthday," he said at last, tearing his eyes away from her exposed cleavage and waving her inside.Hips swaying interestingly in the red satin sheath, Liliandra projected a very convincing impression of an attractive young woman not yet comfortable with the blatant sexuality her dress was intended to project. Someone who was dressed by someone else who enjoyed having his kept girl on show. Moving into the main room she looked around for a familiar face, then drifted over towards the bar. Here in the club a drink was in the nature of a disguise prop, or a membership card - not just about the drinking. "A vodka lemonade please," she asked when the bartender immediately came to take her order, crossing her legs as the slit opened to reveal a length of golden skin up to mid thigh.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: FallenOne: Eric had been observing the bar from across the street. He kne wthe bartender and thats why he selected the bar as a safe spot where its hard to be overheard by any prying eyes. People often said he was too careful, but in a case such as this with obvious far reaching tentacles everywhere security was key. He wasnt going to get the cadet killed, and he himself also didnt have a death wish either. Sitting and observing the bar for 15 more minutes after she entered he didnt notice anything out of the ordinary... as far as you can say anything is ordinary in the neighbourhood.He would get up and make his way across the street to the bar, dressed like a rich sugardaddy here would be. A suit obviously looking quite rich, making it show he has the cash. The suit had the additional advantage that it easily hid the gun under his left shoulder. Talking some small talk to the bouncer, knowing him for some time now he would enter the club as well. Blinking once, twice to get used to the dim light and loud music he made his way to the bar, sititng down net to Liliandra. "Lily! There you are! I have been looking out for you." Turning to the bartender. "The lady's tab goes to me, and pour me a gin and tonic." Turning towards Lily and whispering in her ear. "Good disguise. Welcome to the real world. Dont look surprised but I will invite you to my private suite."