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Post by Jaminx on Nov 3, 2016 19:31:32 GMT
It was a little bit awkward for Ali walking along with the support of the stranger beside them but Valentine was revelling it trying extremely hard to hide their glee at heading towards the place they should currently be running from.
They had heard the sirens as they had left the park earlier and hoped with a deep yearning that the news of their earlier exploit would have become common knowledge at the station that was slowly coming into view. It was an experience they had never indulged in over in England where most of the killings they had inflicted were a part of their job. Having this as an accidental hobby meant they wanted feedback now and again.
Ali's mind was on a pile of bodies of their own imagination. The effect was not as nearly pleasant for her as it was for Valentine.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Nov 7, 2016 0:23:33 GMT
- HUNTER -
It had been the most challenging time for Luke, the past few weeks almost seemed to break him and even he was surprised that Lilly never caught on to his obvious lies, ‘I’m fine’. A part of him had a feeling she knew, and was maybe giving him the space to just take it all in, even now as he glanced at the city skyline through the winding windy rooftops, it seemed unfamiliar to him. It wasn’t as if he saw it as a host of foolishness or chaos, funny, he felt that the fiery pits that unleashed themselves during the riots and the corruption that Acchilleus was leading was somehow the city’s last ways of proving that. But it wasn’t as if he saw the city in some perfect golden light, nor did he see it in some sort of depressive grayscale, it was just clearer, different, better in some ways, and worse in others. Unfortunately for Luke sightseeing had been a rarity for the past few days as he had been hunting Acchilleus’ latest ally, and in turn the city’s latest adversary. It was someone simply known as ‘The Smith’.
At first Luke thought it was a name, but it was something more than that, they didn’t simply mean a name but their profession, it didn’t take long for Luke to realize that this person was supposedly a weaponsmith of some kind, having the power to use steel to forge new ways to take down heroes and villains alike, whatever name they were given. It was only now Luke regretted this as he came to stop and glance down at the Safe Zone in the faraway distance when he saw a hammer, gleaming, smash into the wall in front of him.
Luke spun on his heel, quickly taken back by the thin tall man with a rock of metal at the end of its chain, shifting and churning with the movement of his own body as the both of them simply stared at one another on the fenced rooftop of an apartment building.
“I-” Luke began, meaning to simply talk before he watched the ball of metal, now spiked, rocket towards him causing him to stumble to the side as he reached down for his gun. Skidding to the side, the assailant simply pulled back and the bullets only slammed into the expanding sheet of metal that had formed where the ball once was. The winds only seemed to grow more intense as Luke, wanting to save at least some of the bullets from being wasted, quickly placed his gun back in its holster before focusing on the air around him, watching the droplets of water form from the winds.
Both of them glanced at each other for the moment where they both calculated their moves, Luke rushed forward with the stream of water hanging from his hands, watching it jet forward, only for the weaponsmith to simply step to the side, most of the water being slammed into the plate of metal still hanging off the edge. Luke let the water drop, and as the weaponsmith rushed forward, caused it to freeze, a spike forming between the man and his chain, causing him to drop it as Luke let the ice melt and rush the chain away onto the other side of the rooftop.
The man only responded by still going forward, tackling Luke into the metal fence that surrounded the rooftop. It was here when the man grabbed the fence behind him, easily tearing it off as Luke watched, wide-eyed, as the man simply bended the metal to his will. Not able to contemplate his mental manipulating abilities, Luke ducked as the man swung with a part of the railing, a makeshift metallic staff of sorts in the man’s hand as he continued to strike at Luke. The few times he managed to hit him did their damage as Luke was struck back to the rooftop, falling a distance away from the man and getting up just in time to see him throw the metal railing towards him, just in time for him to flinch and watch the water on the ground freeze up into a large spike that caught the railing halfway through its descent into Luke’s stomach. The man only looked up at Luke, and Luke looked back just in time for him to melt the ice towards the centre, jetting the water and the metal back towards the man, watching it collide into him and watch his skinny figure disappear over the edge of the rooftop.
Luke was surprised quickly rushing over as he stepped carefully to glance down at the edge, the faint sound of a car alarm ringing in the distance as he saw the shape of a man on the top of a silver car, but the weaponsmith was nowhere to be found. The shrill cry of a car alarm carried on.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Nov 8, 2016 0:17:11 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ On her way back to the hideout, there were a number of different thoughts running through Lorraine Norwood’s head. Several of them called for her attention, and among the most urgent ones were three small words which preoccupied her mind before she could even start thinking straight enough to consider her next actions: ’Crimson is dead.’It popped up for every few meters she moved, a repeating cycle of words she refused to let settle in her mind, in between other thoughts; like, whether she should trust Reginald to speak the truth, to whether or not she should contact her parents about this so called ‘hunt’ revolving around Felix, and even then how on earth she was going to go around the matter with the Vipers. They were probably still at the warehouse, she would head there first. Maybe she would give Reaver a call once she arrived- or maybe not. Even though she was the kind to join in on the murder, Snowflake knew she had to do this on her own. A lust for revenge filled her and threatened to mix with the grief she was so determined to suppress for the time being. ’Blood is dead.’She forced her thoughts to revolve around something else, ignoring the tightness in her throat as it became ever more present the closer she got to the Ravager HQ. Where was Joltz? How did Inferno and her daughter handle their day at the base? Maybe Snowflake would return and find it on fire, Reaver scorched and Inferno’s daughter crying over her mother’s body. At this thought she almost chuckled, but it quickly turned into a harsh cough. Thinking of trivial things didn’t help much, so she tried to think of something a bit more important.. like the current ‘situation’ with Reaver. The woman had, thrice in the same day, rescued her from life threatening situations which could have killed them both if it weren’t for her quick thinking and reflexes. Snowflake would have seen it as humiliating, and in a way she did feel inadequate after Reaver saved her ass, but there was something more, fascinating almost, to the strange relationship between them. There was a mutual if subtle concern for each other, and the shared feeling of annoyance when dealing with certain teammates. They were both rich and Lorraine didn’t need to work for Reaver, yet she still did and it probably was for the best considering the circumstances and her need for a safe place to sleep. The only thing Lorraine could compare their ‘friendship’ to was the fucked up ball of emotions and confusion she had with Crimson, and then it was a nearly impossible to come up with any similarities. He had just made her go crazy, and though they understood each other at least Reaver was on the same page as her. Snowflake had shown a vulnerable side to Crimson, even stupidly told him her name; now, looking back, she had to ask herself what the fuck she was thinking. It had been a show of mutual trust, something Snowflake could never imagine doing to or with Reaver- but then and again, she had never been able to imagine anything like this with Crimson over a year ago. …and now he was gone. 'Thomas is dead.'It was as simple as that, and Snowflake furiously swore to herself that she would not cry a single tear over the bastard as the Ravager HQ finally came into view. He didn’t deserve it, he wouldn’t want her to cry, and it was just the frigid wind that made her eyes turn teary and stung her every breath while she took some time to collect her thoughts on her way back to the closest thing she had to a ‘home’.
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Post by Yabvi on Nov 8, 2016 1:09:26 GMT
the Man In The Rabbit Mask stared silently down at the city of Heartania. A cold chill ran up his spine as the sky turned blood red for a moment, before vanishing like it never happened. Of course, he did not flinch. the Man In The Rabbit Mask had experienced many things and seen many things, so a simple blood-curdling feeling didn't shake him.
Now he stepped out of an alley, the man who was nor small nor was he tall peered out from behind his mask. He spotted a man behind a newsstand, various maps and newspapers hung up. The man at the stall napping quietly, the heavy bags under his eyes indicating his lack of sleep. Without hesitation, the Man In The Rabbit Mask plucked a map and a newspaper from the stand and vanished into the crowd. Turning into another alley, he reappeared on the same roof he had been standing on before.
Now with a map of Heartania and the recent issue of Heartania News, the Man In The Rabbit Mask set about wondering what to do. He needed allies, smart and powerful ones.
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Post by blackice28 on Nov 8, 2016 18:20:20 GMT
Nolan was on the hunt. He had been given a vision by Cervos, a vision of a mask in the image of a rabbit. It was unsettling to say the least. But here he was, leaping over rooftops looking for a clue as to what that meant. As he scaled a lamppost to get a decent view of the surrounding area, he saw him. A man in a mask, walking over to a newspaper stand and stealing a paper before walking into an alley. He followed him, dropping to the ground and sprinting after him, taking a big whiff of his scent. As he reached the alley he was shocked to find that the man was gone. What's worse, his scent was gone with him. Not just his scent in the alley, his entire scent from the street leading up to this spot. It's as if he had never been there at all. He couldn't believe it. But he knew there was something important about that man. Perhaps he was in need of protection? Or he was somebody who needed to be defeated, like many others. Nolan couldn't really say until he pinpointed this man in the mask.
He leapt, planting his feet on the side of a wall before using it to spring upward and grab hold of a fire escape, quickly climbing it to the rooftop. He quickly found the highest point on the roof and planted himself there to look around and think. Did this man have anything to do with that strange blood red sky from a while ago? Something unnatural was certainly happening in Heartania, which meant Cervos would certainly have an interest in stopping it. Nolan had only been active a few weeks as the Son of the Forest, but already he had seen his fair share of strange things.
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Post by Adam on Nov 10, 2016 22:03:15 GMT
BACKLASH | Mason Vance Highrise - Afternoon "Any crimes need thwarting?" Mason asked Clyde, but as he did his question seemed to answer itself as the dull grey above was quickly replaced with the horrific image of a blood-drenched sky. "What the hell?!" he lurched back, his eyes bulging in terror, "Clyde, what is this?" "I don't know..." Clyde mused in a gruff tone as he slowly rose to his feet, gripping his quarterstaff tightly, "We need to Alf about this." Mason panted slowly, gawping up at the red heavens above him still as he spoke, "I- I'll go," he looked down to Clyde, concern plastered over his face, "About time I checked in on the shining loner anyway. Good to see you, old man."
Dr. KILLIAN WOLFRAM Undisclosed Location - Afternoon Killian sat forward, drenched in the blue hues of his over-sized computer monitor in the darkness of his chambers. As his eyes adjusted he marveled at the video footage of the vermillion heavens; the gargantuan moon. What could this mean? It was unlike anything he had seen before.
A notification from Cooper, images of the red sky en masse. With disdain Killian slowly and deliberated sent a reply, dragging his fingers across each key of the hard light keyboard his AR glasses projected in front of him. With his hand he snatched the display from the monitor and projected it into the room around him. The whole room now illuminated by the hologram's azure glow, the doctor paced around selecting multiple aspects of the scene with his long, skeletal fingers. The large moon, the red sky, the lightning. He came to two hypotheses: this wasn't superhuman, it was supernatural. Wolfram looked to his own past, heralding from a large Irish Catholic family. Immediately one verse from the Bible reached out to him. "Joel 2:31..." he mumbled to himself, pressing his hand against the hard light display, prompting a flurry of numbers cycling to form the image of the verse he had named. It read: "How very apocalyptic..." he snarked.
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Post by LHudson on Nov 11, 2016 17:46:56 GMT
- DR. ADRIAN COOPER - The backstreets worked well for him, and the cold weather certainly helped him blend in to the very few people who were actively moving. The eyes of the people around him were glued to what had transpired. An unannounced eclipse that showered the atmosphere around him with a red haze, an excellent event to freely move around in, if an uncomfortable one. Cooper kept to himself, not allowing anyone to get a closer look at him. He needed to find the source, the lightning that unnaturally struck. At last, more open space, a chance to breathe and absorb everything. The cold wind, made faster by his pace, didn't help his eye as it felt dry when he had a chance to blink. He checked his weapons while alone, everything was in order, unfired fortunately, until the message came from Wolfram. Condescending in tone, one that the two had exchanged with each other since their first encounter. He sent one back. "You're not exactly the most responsive of doctors. Heading to lightning source, keep me updated." Felt oddly more polite to send, though it was out of necessity than anything. He would continue forward, soon.
- CLAUDIA KRAMER -Hey eyes were focused on the haywire around her. Behind her, two people who could get her behind bars of she didn't play her cards right. In front of her, the evidence that could have fast tracked the process, lying in electrical ruin without her interference. Citadel archives from documents to security footage, gone thanks to the one thing that put the building on it's knees, and it was something she couldn't help but stare at. She was frozen stupid. Without much of a coherent thought, she turned to the two women and struggled to get the words out of her mouth. "I...um...they were here but....well..."
- NATASHA MCCALL - She glanced out of the car window as the vehicle drove away from the ruin that was now the Citadel. Sure it would still be there, but as far as a credible government and institution, it now has less grace than the entity that successfully brought it down. The figureheads were dead, it was getting mothballed, and those involved will hopefully find security. "Something on your mind?" Natasha turned her head to see her manager sitting across them. "You have that look." Natasha sighed and said, "I could've done more." "And align yourself with a political entity? You're lucky the Ravagers were there." Natasha let out a small laugh. "Ironic really." She turned back to the slowly vanishing Citadel. "I could've got her, I could've stopped her and I could've saved her from that fate?" "Save Reaver?" "No, I mean..." she stopped herself. She didn't know, she didn't know the winged woman who went down with the man who nearly killed Sonar. "...I don't know...dear god I don't know her name." She might've heard it, but her memory was betraying her more than ever. Her manager gave them a small canteen. "Here, you're going to need as much as you can 'tash." She started drinking it's contents. "We got what you wanted, you still sure about this?" She nodded. She knew that everything in this city would become more difficult, and since the Citadel gave way to a culling of both people and morale, the city was going to need as much help as it can. She finished drinking. "I know it's not the best place to be, but the past 24 hours have made it necessary. The city needs me Maggle." The manager chuckled a little. "You still calling me that?" "Suits you." Michael nodded and looked down. "Well, if you want to go back on the road you have my number. You got everything and everyone you need?" Natasha smiled. "I got someone in mind. Thanks Maggle." "Pleasure is mine, and 'tash..." He brought up a case, long and fairly wide before opening it. "Give them hell." Natasha grabbed the guitar, hugged Michael, before stepping out onto the new lot, her new home, her new studio, her new compound.
- BRENDAN FOLEY - Out the window, onto the floor below. The marked man now passed out in his office and the Black Whisper back into the world. It won't take long for the word to at least spread around the city that the Black Cries have some form of presence in the city. And with a notable presence comes clients. As Foley rode off back towards the Pit, he let out a small smile. It was good to be back on the market.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Nov 13, 2016 4:44:32 GMT
- HUNTER -
Luke glanced up, gulping at the behemoth of alleyways and buildings that created the sickly contortion that plagued the city, known as The Safe Zone. It reminded him of the numerous times he would poke his head over the edges of many rooftops, looking at the blobs of grey and green that stalked around the isolated streets, the police that would constantly hang around the sickly outskirts. He took a deep breath, still in disbelief that only a few hours ago, men and women marched from the cauldron of revolution into the fiery pits of blood that emanated from the horrific plans spun out of a disillusioned mind. He saw some of the police officers still keeping their way around The Safe Zone, and simply looked back at Emma, sighing as he decided to follow.
He swore time slowed down the moment he passed through the police barricade, nervous that one of the police officers might recognize him, despite him knowing how slim those chances were and how less likely they’d be able to even properly identify him. Even still, the contorting atmosphere of hopelessness and fear expressed through the sullen faces and mannerisms of the people that walked through the streets. Luke simply kept his head down, thankful of the notable lack of Vipes that were around in the meantime as he continued to follow the woman.
“You live here?” He asked.
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Post by Adam on Nov 13, 2016 18:46:49 GMT
EMMA FITZGERALD "Yes?" Emma replied, confused initially by his need to ask. But then she realised. Emma saw the look of disdain among the many emotions cluttering Luke's expression. She turned sullen, almost ashamed as they continued to walk. "I'm not even going to pretend that I supported the atrocities that that man carried out. But sometimes you don't have the luxury of decided where you lay your head. Sometimes safe and affordable is all you can muster." She looked down to her young son, lamenting on the horrific actions she had witnessed in her lifetime. They reached her door, and quickly she turned her key in the lock and pushed inside. Dr. KILLIAN WOLFRAM "Aye aye..." Wolfram mocked dryly in response via text, "Be prepared. Looks mystical, almost Biblical." Killian hit send and promptly, leaned back against the wall, huffing in frustration. There's always something! On his HUD the doctor then typed - as discretely and quickly as he could - a long string of characters, unlocking another window; a chatbox labelled "MM-RJ-001". "Marshal, sir..." he dictated aloud for his speech-to-text software to pick up, "I hope all is well. The prisoner and I are investigating the source of the red sky, as I'm sure you would wish. I shall keep you updating with all I find."
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Post by iCaramelBird on Nov 13, 2016 23:44:34 GMT
- HUNTER -
“Right,” Luke glanced around the streets with apprehension, noting how a lot of the people were stacking boxes into half empty trunks of cars, or making last-minute phone calls and arrangements, probably to stay elsewhere, anywhere but the denizen of instability that was The Safe Zone. Police officers wandered around aimlessly, almost as if they knew that this place was going to end one way or another. It seemed that the city had been drained of so much energy it didn’t even have the motivation to protest the innocent civilians that could have been caught in the crossfire of the brewing civil war. Luke wished that he only did more to somehow make sure no civilians were ever ensnared by Acchilleus.
As he watched Emma open the door to her abode, he knew that there was nothing more he could do. Like a madman, Acchilleus was using civilians as shields, but when he was down on that ice, watching the fire and rocks crash against each other, he actually wondered if Acchilleus almost believed that he was helping these people. Luke contemplated how James would feel, to see what his father left behind as he followed the woman inside.
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Post by Yabvi on Nov 17, 2016 23:31:46 GMT
The Man In The Rabbit mask pondered his next objective. He had already completed the first two, which was going to Heartania and then getting a feel for things. Now, he had to establish himself, and who better to do that with? The Ravagers. They were what had brought him to the city, a group of merciless thugs whom he could potentially extort for valuable resources and knowledge. But, there was a problem, he had to get their attention and prove himself worthy.
A plan formulated in his mind. He would have to put on a show, for the entirety of Heartania. At first, he thought of using a superhero as some bait, a scandal or something, but he needed to keep himself anonymous to a degree. A major figure then, so, a high-ranking member of the police force. The Chief herself was out of the question; she didn't seem like she'd go down easy. But, maybe her right-hand woman? That was far more plausible, so was Claudia Kramer, sister of the recently deceased Jonathan Kramer a.k.a the Broker. Kramer was a possibility but, the threat of potential allies of hers was undeniable. The right-hand woman made sense. Janice was her name, and her office was undoubtedly in HPD HQ, which made it all easier. Stepping back, he clicked his fingers, as it calling the curtain to rise.
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Monica sighed. Claudia was frustratingly annoying. Spinning on her heels, she headed for the door and started making her way back down to the Vault. She'd open that door, and not listen to a word Claudia was going to say. If Claudia started asking questions, then someone else could answer them.
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Post by Adam on Nov 20, 2016 18:47:02 GMT
A man rose slowly from the charred crater his impact had formed. As dark soot from the ground he immediately he squinted, even the limited daylight too much for the eyes that had resided in the dark depths of Hell for so long. Taking deep breaths, his eyes adjusted quickly. He looked around slowly, taking in his surroundings: around him bricks as he found himself in a desolate alley. He held out his hands in front of him, his mind frail as he came to the realisation that he was back. He looked down to his chest, seeing that he was - in fact - nude. Instinctively he clenched his fists, and as he did black smoke began to coalesce - the same in appearance to the same smog that had forced its way down his throat earlier - cloaking him in black. And then, with a flicker of lilac light, the coal-like, dark smoke glimmered and shifting into the form a sleek, black long coat. As the coat's tails fell into place, the black colour spread across the man's body, clothing him in a dark grey vest adorned with an intricately small darker pattern - somewhat regal in appearance - and dark trousers and boots. Next, dark, metallic gauntlets and greaves appears with a lilac glimmer once again, both showing thin lines of the same colour running down them. Finally, the darkness reached up to his face, crawling across his jaw like thin tendrils before consuming his entire head, equipping him with a dark grey, matte helmet; tight and plain in design, with no eye holes or other details. At the same time, a large hood coalesced from the coat and fell delicately around the top of the helmet. Surprisingly, the man could see out of the tight helmet very well, as the helmet seemed entirely transparent from his side, except for leaving all he saw with a slight lilac hue. Pulling lightly on the clothing that had summoned itself around him, he gasped in shock. What was happening? And that was when he realised: he hadn't the slightest clue who he was. All he could remember was his rebirth among the Revenants, and a name... Phobos.
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Post by VirtueNco on Nov 22, 2016 17:24:27 GMT
>> SONAR << It only lasted a moment, but Johnny wasn't preoccupied by enough to miss it. The sky had definitely turned red for a few seconds, and he had been sitting right under it when it happened. Now, Sonar was on the road for the first time in a while, taking the slower back-street route to the Tower. He wasn't in the mood for fast driving, or even for the music he usually polluted his hearing with. Instead he sat in relative silence, cruising gently through Heartania's dusty roads, trying to ponder the strange phenomena to take his mind off yesterday's battle. He arrived at the Tower within minutes, to his dismay. Being alone with his thoughts was more cathartic then having to deal with bustling people, so Johnny waited in the car for a few seconds, zoning his cursed power in on his breathing and as little else as he could. After he felt the delay had become awkward, the young man climbed out of the vehicle and made his way inside the Tower. >> BACKFIRE << Chase watched the recorded broadcast footage over again. Figures were blending together over the bridge, bodies and blood clogging the view, but there were obvious clearings in the fray that showed key individuals exerting their own prowess over the ordinary soldiers present. One of those in particular interested her; the High Chancellor, who had found himself in the thick of battle, was pinned down by a masked assailant. She was clearly a woman, and carried as her weapons a pair of swords. 'She might as well have a label over her head,' Banks thought to herself, idly slowing the playback down and looping it despite having the information she needed already, 'So Reaver was at the Citadel then. That means she can't be too far from Heartania now. I guess it's time to hit pavement.'The job would be difficult, and Chase wasn't an expert at tracing targets. She was no assassin, after all, and most of the people she visited lived in garish high-rises with their names plastered all over them. Reaver was the polar opposite: subtle, hidden, and dangerous. Chase felt a chill of anticipation just thinking about the job ahead of her. Packing a side-hung satchel with a few essentials and dressing in a casual leather-jacket-and-trousers outfit over her signature black and yellow suit, Chase Banks left her safehouse in the city's dirty downtown district and set off into Heartania's streets.
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Post by LHudson on Nov 27, 2016 15:44:24 GMT
- DR ADRIAN COOPER - The rooftops, a clear point to view the site, everything was ready and fully functional, and it was showing everything. Cooper was careful with his breaths, the dust was settling but considering the strange occurrence, it wasn't worth catching the black lung. He observed and analysed the crater, gathering some attention but no one was stupid enough to step one foot inside the alleyway. The eye was recording, nothing was happening, until... "Wolfram, please tell me you're seeing what I am seeing?" The figure was strange, distant, but there was a chance it was a mirage. No risks, must confirm.
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Post by Adam on Nov 27, 2016 23:22:26 GMT
EMMA FITZGERALD Her hands finally ceasing to tremble, Emma stretched out in the familiarity of her home. She watched as Luke stepped through the threshold and quickly sealed the door shut, tossing the key onto her kitchen worktop. "Ed. Go to your room for a sec, will you, Hun?" "But mom-" "Go on," she smiled, firmly but encouragingly, "Leave mommy to do her work." Emma's eyes followed the boy as he marched off to his room, the door slowly being pulled shut. As the door closed with a 'snikt!', her shoulders dropped, Emma walking over to the highest kitchen draw to produce her medical kit. As she moved, she nonchalantly called to Luke, "So take your shirt off for me, will ya?"
Dr. KILLIAN WOLFRAM As he heard the ever so irritating, grim speech of the power-neutered Fixer, Wolfram took a moment to conceal a groan. Tapping the side of his spectacles Killian pulled up the AR display titled simply ' subordinate_cam'. "Oh?" So many questions. Quickly Killian sharpened his vision. "I see... an arse," Killian mused, "Cooper, why are you observing a nude man in a derelict alley?" And then things began to change. Killian observed as a black smog enveloped the nude man and clothed him in fearsome, black gear; his face shrouded by a dark helmet and hood. "Cooper!" he commanded, "Give chase, I command you! We must question this man, perhaps he is key to this incident with the red sky."
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