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Post by LHudson on Jan 18, 2017 21:07:15 GMT
- BRENDAN FOLEY -BASEMENT - HUNTERS PIT - SCARLET CITYThe phone was silent for a moment, before-- "Hello, is this Brendan Foley?" Foley looked at Deck, still smiling before replying, "Speaking." "Ahh, excellent. Just the man I wanted. I believe you were involved in evicting Miss Ambroke from this world?" "Depends on what you want to believe, but I have experience in similar clean up jobs." "Indirect I see," replied the man on the otherside of the phone. "Well, regardless we did some research and there is something I think you would be suited for." Foley leaned back. "I'm listening." "We would like you to eliminate Travis Royce, he's been causing some trouble for us and we are willing to pay $250,000 for the job." Foley's eyes widened. "And if you can keep the police busy, that would also help." Foley was stunned at the offer. He didn't even offer a price yet these guys were willing to pay him a quarter of a million to get the job done. Didn't seem real, needed to check. "Before I start, I'm going to need $50,000 down payment." "No problem." It took a few seconds, and his phone buzzed. Quick look and it was all there. Fifty grand down payment, he would have to get started immediately. "Your contract has been accepted." "Excellent. Call this number when you are done, I wish you the best Mr Foley." The phone hung up. Foley took a moment to stare at it. Whoever this guy was really wanted this person gone, and gone quick judging from the offer. He put the phone down before looking at Deck, observing his tenant calmly. Without warning, Foley got up and walked towards the exo. "Well?" asked Deck. "Big offer, quarter of a million for one man and something to distract the police. A 'Travis Royce' they want gone, so I bet--" "Wait! Travis Royce?" Foley looked at Deck, sporting a more shocked face after hearing the mark. "Quarter of a million for Travis Fucking Royce?" Foley strapped himself in, the exo was active and welcomed back it's user. "Yeah, you know who he is?" Deck threw him the newspaper, and Foley froze when he saw the main article. A man, waving the crowd of photographers with several smarted up people around him. Wide range, business men, average civilians, other photographers and reporters, escorts, the whole thing. After his observation he read the information under the image. 'Chief Travis Royce after his speech at Scarlet City Hall.' "The chief of police..." he said to himself. "...my new client want's me to go after the police chief of all people!?" "Don't know any other Travis Royce that could match the price on his head." Foley took a deep breath. "Right, so the good news is that he'll be easy to find." "--and the bad news being trying to get to him." Foley looked at Deck, more concerned than usual. "You're good Ben, really good, but the problem is that his house is more like a fortress." Foley put on his coat. "How so?" "The guy and his family, extended included, have been targets of several crime families in and out of the city for some time. Some tried, but no attempt has been made since the botched drive-by." We walks over to the chalk board and draws an outline. "He's got a high wall around his home under constant watch by highly trained officers, security cameras, and an automatic alarm system. If you go over, or you try to break down the door, the security system goes off. In that even, he and his family go to the bunker underground while the windows and doors are sealed off. Not unbreakable, but will hold anyone off until an entire army can come in and throw you back into the hole you called home for two years." Foley looked at the notes, there needed to be a way. "How long does he stay in the house?" "Most of the day, and even when he comes out his vehicle can withstand a tank shot. This was authorised by the council given his tough stance against organised corruption and crime. He's going after the big guys, meaning the guys who hired you are likely one of the families." Foley leaned back against the wall for a moment. "So, need to take him down while keeping the police busy. Talk about a complication." He delved into thought. "What about shooting him during a speech?" "Forget it, police lock it down and they radio in every five minutes to update the higher ups." Foley sighed. Tough job, and the information was light. He needed to see for himself. "Anywhere I can get a good view on this place?" "Easy, small hill with bushes nearby. Dense enough to cover you up but not convenient enough for you to get out." "Good enough. I need to see this place for myself." He walked towards the stairs up. "Just going to recon, I'll give you a call if anything happened." Deck chuckled. "Always here."
OVERLOOK - ROYCE COMPOUND - SCARLET CITY Son of a bitch, he was right.He saw everything, the story checked out. The guards, the wall, the cameras, only thing missing were the existence of Christmas trees. Foley hid in the bush a good five hundred yards from the mark, but it wouldn't be good to take the shot. Police surrounded the building and the building's opposite, some were already in vehicles with the engines running. Should he take the shot, back to the hole and the only copy of Romance and the Three Kingdoms to occupy him. The thought shuddered him. Buildings opposite was a no go, too obvious and a good lookout would pick him off quickly. Large hill also a no go, same sniper and the vehicles would catch up to him quickly. Turns out the client did give him a tough job-- --but not an impossible one. A long distance away stood a tall building, made of reflective glass and stood as a beacon to the city. Top floor had a unique shape, and in it he saw a lonely soul working. It was about a mile or two away, but he could make out his outfit and movement. The building he was in also gave it away, and also presented an opportunity. Maze World Bank, almost too perfect. It would be a difficult shot, but the vantage point was too valuable. Building saw into the compound, banks don't have a great reputation, and if pulled off he could slip away no problem, job done. There was an idea in his head, but there was the problem of making the work convincing. The building was secure, locked doors and cameras everywhere, but the scale of the building should make breaking into it much easier. He couldn't do it, but he did know someone who could. He had to make two phone calls. One to Deck, he needed a package to be left by the bank, and the other to an old friend. He jumped on the bike, rode off, and dialled the number.
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Post by LHudson on Jan 26, 2017 2:11:59 GMT
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- NATASHA MCCALL - HIGH ABOVE HEARTANIA - MORNING McCall gazed into the distant sun, as the chill crept into her. She was, after all, in her thick coat at best, and her swimsuit at worst. The day had started well, but with the laughter of children and the joy flowing through the city from the season, the creeping underbelly had remained. It was the holiday, and beneath the calmness that came with the cold and the lights down below, there was a ticking time bomb. Crime still existed, but was not more subtle and foreboding, owing to the site where she nearly lost her life. She looked down below, and with the soft playing of the guitar, flew gently over the city. The Stadium, no longer in use except for sports and concerts, no longer a site for those displaced by the previous attacks. The Safe Zone, the wall around it destroyed and now back to being ruled by the council. The City Hall, still being rebuilt, although she knew that the new council would have a place while the grand structure was being rebuilt. Her mind drifted to those she met and encountered at that battle. The rivers of blood, the frozen water, the wall of ice, and then the people. The people who were lost, the people she saved, and those who nearly passed into the afterlife if there was one. Heartania was much quieter than normal, but only out of sheer exhaustion. She continued her drift and saw more of the people and the newer buildings. The mall was back in working order, same with the hospital, and now the transport system was working again. No fear, just exhaustion like everyone was prepared for something over the horizon. Her breathing slowed. She was being too pessimistic. Unneeded. Her eyes closed and the music continued playing, as she glided over the city in the continuous melancholy pace she started with. She hadn't been the same since recovering, the scars hadn't healed, and the fact that she was still out there still bothered her. She needed to know the space she was now in, and right in front of her was the starting point. The Tower, the beacon of hope for some, a sign of failure to others, and an objective to overcome for the rest. It still pierced the sky, although she wondered what thoughts were circling the structure. She drifted towards the structure before stopping shy of entering the facility's airspace. She saw the people through some of the windows, people still working, and then she wondered who was inside. Was Argent still trying to maintain the peace? Are those inside nervous about what could lie over the horizon? After all, Marshal Maleficus was still out there.
- DR ADRIAN COOPER - MALEFICUS' HEADQUARTERS - UNKNOWN LOCATION In...
...and out.
In...
...and out.
His eyes opened to another day in the facility he had to call home. Lifeless, soulless, all that is left here are the shells of people who use to live normal lives, and a man who relished in the pain of others. Cooper got up from the floor and looked out of the window to see the functions still in clockwork. Nothing changed, not one little detail. He stepped back to look at his reflection. He could barely make anything out, but he knew the face of a tired man. His eyes now devoid of energy, the hairs on his face greying, and the areas that had smooth detail, now rough from the constant work cycle he was trapped in.
He looked at his shackles, glowing with the familiar purple detail that has now come to define him. Trapped in his own work, a slave to two men within his grasp but without the confidence to take any action. The sight made him sick, and the sleeves of the shirt he wore remedied his problem.
He turned to see the cork board behind him, containing several images that kept him trapped within the soul crushing complex he slept in. Dominic and Sarah, the victims of his selfishness. It was a mistake he needed to fix, but not while he was here. Colin McReady, one of his closest aides on the project, a face he hadn't seen for many month but who didn't deserve to get tied up in this. Jade Blythe, the last person he could consider family. He didn't know where he was, but he wasn't going to risk taking dangerous actions. The Tower was no longer safe, and the fact haunted him to his core.
Right at the centre of the board was a picture the knowledgeable Rhys Jones managed to dig up. He knew it's purpose, it was to make him weak, beat him into the ground and to remind him of his place. Still, the almost iconic picture of Adrian and Daniel leaving the hotel reminded him of a happier time. Daniel was now gone, nothing would bring him back, but the fact that it was Christmas Day wasn't helping matters.
He pressed his forehead against the image, and simply muttered the same three words that has circled his head, followed him in his dreams, and has kept him crushed for the past few months.
"I'm so sorry."
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Post by LHudson on Jan 27, 2017 0:39:57 GMT
- BRENDAN FOLEY -THE STREETS - SCARLET CITY "H- Hello?"
Foley let out a beaming smile, hidden under the cold winter wind and scarf. "Christian!" he said, almost losing his balance on the bike in pure excitement. "Great to hear from you! Can't believe you still use this number, thought you would've changed it after..." He stopped himself, never talk about the bad, always about the good. "Well, at least you are free and not behind some rendition of jail bars. It's horrible."
He leaned upright, clicking his back a little. "Been getting around since getting out of the hole, and trust me, the hole is the stuff of legends. It's like they want to bore you to death with the limited leisure they give you. They gave me a book and only one book to the point I can recite it from memory! The trees around me look like magical unicorns now!" He coughed. "But enough of me, what about you!? How have you been?"
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Post by Jaminx on Feb 2, 2017 16:19:30 GMT
Haley held up her phone showing that she was dialling the police. She had to resist growing claws to rip his tender throat out
"Get out now." It was a simple threat in a calm voice but it caught him off guard. He ran past her knocking her bag a little bit. He didn't even bother pretending to be a scary person, Haley cancelled the call. Haley breathed out once he was gone and knocked on Sasha's door gently.
"Sasha I got him to go.Are you okay in there?"
The door opened slowly still on the chain, Sasha's eyes were red with tears a look of animal terror tore at Haley's heart. She was so scared it was almost infectious.
"He'll be back Haley.. He always comes back." She quivered her face there in the shadows.
"Have you got anywhere you could go today?" Haley had reached a decision.
"I can go to my Mum's she said it was good to see us at Christmas.."
"Alright." Haley sighed. This would be the hard bit. "Sasha do you trust me?"
"Well you've always been a nice neighbour but.."
"I'm not asking for a favour Sasha. I'm going to get rid of him for you. So he doesn't come back okay?"
"You're not going to kill him are you" She squeaked almost shutting the door.
"No Sasha. I'm not crazy. I'm going to get him arrested and scared so he never comes back."
"Can you really do that?" The door opened again properly without the chain this time.
"Yes."
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Post by Jaminx on Feb 6, 2017 20:18:30 GMT
L sat in a circle of parts organised by size, function even cleanliness in places. It was the act of a nervous mind. She hadn't really needed to poor this much energy into arranging all the spares out like this, just looking at each item once would have been enough for her memory to store the information. No this was a purely artistic stalling move. A bit like how she had spent some time folding each of the blankets set out on Kay's bed stealing one to wrap around herself as she worked. It wasn't about the cold, it was about the comfort being surrounded brought her.
Her eyes flickered up to the bedside clock noting the time. Still hours to go before she had to decide but already she could feel the pressure of time pushing on her. No replies from her friends. Just her own voice in her own head pulling at her. Well not totally her own voice.
"You know its pointless to imagine me here." An imitation of Kay's voice sounded in her head from behind her. L didn't dare look over her shoulder or the illusion would be shattered.
"Yes I know. Well pointless from your perspective."
"From yours too. I'm just you putting on a voice to your opinion."
"Still please say it."
There was a pause.
"I would say that you need to decide for yourself but to always keep safe."
L tilted her head to look as the words came out softer than she expected but no one was there obviously. She gritted her teeth. Lying to herself just left her feeling lonelier than when she started.
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Post by LHudson on Feb 8, 2017 1:12:57 GMT
- BRENDAN FOLEY -THE STREETS - SCARLET CITY "Glad you're e- enjoying your freedom."
Foley turned down another street. "Hey, I know the past coming up unexpectedly isn't comforting, but rest assure I don't hold anything against you." Christian did his work and didn't cross the line, Brendan knew that, he was a man he could trust. "I'm just glad to hear you haven't been locked up. You been up to much over the past two years?"
Keep it casual.
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Post by VirtueNco on Feb 11, 2017 23:35:25 GMT
-SONAR | JONATHAN ANDERSON- --The Tower--
Tower Information Database Accessed : Level 1 ['HERO : SONAR'] Potential Threat | Assignment List
Risk Category : High
Keyword Search : ________ Johnny sighed, staring blankly at the keypad for a few seconds. His fingers traced along the letters slowly, typing out the words that had been bouncing around inside his head for the last week. Keyword Search : HERO KILLER He bit his lip in anticipation as the database indexed the results. Designed for heroes to be able to act independently when no major assignments were active, one of the Tower database's functions was to profile super villains and other threats, as potential targets for capable heroes to track down. Sonar was only meant to look for assignments in the lower risk categories, being a less than powerful superhuman on his own. But this time he wasn't in the mood to restrict himself. RESULTS [Sorted by Vicinity, Accessibility] * 'The Songbird' and 'The Spider' *click* The first result would do. Johnny didn't care about poor judgement. He had a grudge to relieve. - 'THE SONGBIRD' and 'THE SPIDER'- Name(s): Lucien and Rheda Sing
Active Location(s): Scarlet City, Heartania
Threat Level: High (Individually), Extreme (Together)
Tracking Data is Available -DOWNLOAD-
*click* Within a few minutes, Sonar's mobile device would be loaded with the information needed to hunt down the villains, as far as the Tower's algorithms had processed. From there, it would take some legwork to bring the hunt to a close, but Sonar was experienced enough that he could feel confident in finding his marks. His device pinged. The data was ready. 'I'll finish it, Aderyn. I'll bring them all to justice. Whatever it takes.'
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Post by Jaminx on Feb 12, 2017 21:30:43 GMT
Valentine itched. It was like tiny creatures crawled under their skin, caterpillars gnawing on their stomach. They knew why, it had been all that exposure to a real family, a happy family. But not TV happy, no there had been little squabbles after lunch, some pouting and moaning yet even so it was full of hugs, of laughter at paper hats and funny faces. It had been too much and Valentine had withdrawn more throughout the afternoon.
If it could get any worse as soon as Ali noticed she kindly got them out of there. Promising to return on boxing day if she got a chance. She had squeezed their arm in reassurance, an act that made them tense up. To show their emotions for one brief moment to this woman. And the scary thing was that the eyes looking back had understood them, had removed their hand, given quiet, given space.
She shouldn't have left them in the kitchen, not with all those thoughts not with all those knives. But then again Ali understood. Ali understood them without the lies, it was time to show them the truth. That they were a pair.
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L was off again. The packed bag sat solidly on her shoulders as she stood in front of the entrance to the museum. It wasn't open. Not surprising really on Christmas day but she could see the posters for the superhero exhibit inside. They never did finish visiting there. Look at all those old capes and discarded clothes from those now long dead.
"Never be a hero."
The words slipped from her mouth. The mantra continuing as she turned away from the building to resume her route through the city, there were still a few stops left to take in after all.
"Never be a villain. Just be someone who gets to live tomorrow."
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Post by Jaminx on Feb 13, 2017 19:15:57 GMT
When Ali entered her kitchen she did not expect to see Valentine with a knife in hand their sleeves rolled up to reveal a multitude of deep cuts where they had etched broken hearts into their flesh.
"Valentine."
Their name brought them to a vague kind of attention as they looked across at her. Ali held back. she wanted to help but had been through enough psychotic breaks to know that you don't rush over to help.
"Ali." Saying her name seemed to bring them back to the present. "Oh god i'm so sorry. I don't do this anymore.. I just. It was. It was too much. You understand when it gets too much, just all that pain in your head spills out."
"I do understand Valentine. We'll sort this out okay. We'll make it right. But before I come over to sort out those cuts, okay?" Her words were gentle but guiding, it might not work but she would keep talking as long as she could.
"Oh.. I don't need this anymore. I didn't need it before really. Funny ain't it." The laugh that escaped their lips was on the verge as they put the knife down on the counter-top with a small clink.
Tears fell down Valentine's face as Ali gently took the knife from where they had put it down on the counter placing it behind her, she never turned her back on the bloody figure in front of her.
"It's okay, i'm going to seal the cuts now. Then we'll clean you up." Ali was so gentle with her words explaining each move as she got closer, so close that Valentine's heavy sobs sent ripples of air across her face.
"We're the same right. You said we were a pair.. You understand why I have to do this."
Valentine struck so fast with their hand piercing Ali's chest that she didn't even scream, or widen her eyes as she just looked at them.
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Post by VirtueNco on Feb 14, 2017 17:11:56 GMT
Good morning Heartania! This is your 10am news update. Today's headlines:
The government situation is still unsteady as the High Council processes nominations for the new Heartania lesser council, following the dissolution of the Chancellor's office. Inside sources say that several Councillors should be decided by the end of the week.
Rioting is slowly settling down in Scarlet City, with authorities convincing many of the rioters to lay down arms in favour of a democratic summit to discuss the citizens' concerns over recent outbreaks of gang violence.
Survivors are now being rescued from the site of a freak boating accident when a luxury yacht offshore from Heartania's docks suddenly exploded. The cause of the blast is as yet unknown, but authorities believe that the vessel belonged to known career criminals, making foul play a strong possibility.
Finally, with the Christmas season coming to a head, we'd like to remind Heartanian citizens to switch off their lights and other electronic decorations before they go to sleep each night. A series of what are being called electrical fires continues in Capital City, with faulty Christmas lights being blamed. Eyewitnesses report bright white lights followed by fire outbreaks inside of homes. Several Christmas decoration manufacturers are now under investigation.
Now, an exclusive interview with Mira Winters, founder of new fundraising circle 'Hercules'. That and more after a short commercial break!
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Post by Jaminx on Feb 14, 2017 19:23:02 GMT
Ali discovered that having someone attempt to rip your heart out hurt less than you might imagine. Oh it was still excruciating as her hands too slowly shoved Valentine backwards feeling the nasty pull as they ripped her flesh. Somehow she felt okay. She was slow but she stumbled backwards getting away from Valentine even as she was sure she was about to die.
"How are you still upright?" Valentine stared, a bubble of blood forming at their lip as they realised their own chest was soaked with blood. They felt empty, empty until they realised it was getting hard to stand, hard to breathe.
"I'm so sorry." Ali let out the hush whisper. "I'm sorry."
She realised what had happened as she laid a hand on her own chest where there was no hole even as it was still slick with her blood. This had happened before in other ways. When kids had beaten her up at school only to come away with the missing teeth they thought they had knocked out of her. It was a power she never used anymore because of the cost but that was easier said than done when it acted by itself.
Valentine's legs buckled as they opened their hand to see the heart there. It was their heart. Ali had been right they were linked, so linked that making her perfect had done the same for them. A smile settled on their lips as they closed their eyes. They could stop now, they were perfect enough for them at last.
Ali sat for a good ten minutes watching the gory mess on her kitchen floor, gathering the shattered memories of their Christmas day. It had been so simple. Someone kind who just wanted to spend time with them, now just craziness and death. She had to call the police but afterwards she would call the Tower. It was going to be hard to prove she had been the one attacked without someone to back her up.
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Post by VirtueNco on Feb 14, 2017 21:02:23 GMT
SONAR | JOHNNY ANDERSON --Tower Exterior-- The chilled winter air hit Sonar hard as he stepped through the Tower's front doors. He still wasn't used to the colder climate, but figured that rugging up every day would only make the process take longer. Instead, he wore his usual sky blue uniform, the pale colour blending with the cloud-covered sky. His mobile deviced pinged again, indicating the stream of information continuing to download. Johnny checked the screen, noting the progress, then locked it again. But, in the moment the screen was black before he put the device away, he caught a glimpse of a shape hovering above him in the blurry reflection. Looking up, he spied someone familiar as they made flight around the Tower's spire. Sonar tucked away his device and gave a wave. Socialising wasn't up on his list of priorities right now, but it would be rude not to at least greet a friend. "Nat!" he shouted, feigning enthusiasm like a veteran. He was happy to see her, of course; but he would've much preferred to keep everyone away for a while.
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Post by LHudson on Feb 14, 2017 21:08:20 GMT
- CLAUDIA KRAMER - DOWNTOWN - MORNING (BGM) The front door was locked, and with that Claudia made her way towards the building's exit. Headphones plugged in, playing a song she had heard long ago that relaxed her during times of stress. It was needed, given the situation she'd have to come towards very soon. Her jacket obscured her clothes and her unique feature, and it blended in well with the building she opted for when she left the Citadel. The hallways were rife with stains and cardboard boxes filled with god-knows-what, unclean due to maintenance no longer being around. She heard the stories, a cleaner with family ties would do their damnedest to keep the place tidy, now lying underground thanks to the chaos flowing through the city for the past 4 months. Looked like management was too lazy to replace the position, but for Claudia's purposes it worked. Out of public view, and only accessible for the poor souls with the stomach to withstand such a ghastly sight. Should I clean it up? Claudia pondered as her finger pressed the button to call the elevator. Floor 17, high enough for her. No, can't. Her face was too public, can't create a situation for them to target her. The doors opened and she stepped inside, diving down in a controlled environment. The lift was small, enough for six people if thin enough, now occupied by Claudia, and a child possibly visiting a relative or friend. Floor 5 he stopped at, paying no attention to the shrouded figure. The elevator continued downwards, and Claudia relaxed her breathing. The doors opened up, and with a steady pace she passed through the foyer and the glass doors separating the building's inhabitants and the outside world. The chill hit her almost instantly, forcing her to pull up her scarf across the lower part of her face. The streets were white with snow, with the grey sludge coming from use not too far behind. The walk towards town was quiet, with the people absent for the holidays. It was something she wish she could joined in, but Ben was right. Too many enemies targeting her, and only this hearing was keeping her alive. The medication worked at least, she wasn't getting panic attacks or moments of pure emptiness. If only she came sooner, if only. Around the corner, the stretch to the town centre was just another mile away.
- DR ADRIAN COOPER -MALEFICUS' HEADQUARTERS - UNKNOWN LOCATION
"Oh, I can't wait to see those faces" he whispered to himself, as he strolled down the corridors. His face was more relaxed, a mere facade to keep him focused on the task at hand, a task he hated. The humming followed the brief lyric, before following up with "Well I'm moving down that line".
He was dressed in a suit and jacket, with only a hooded coat to hide his head. Smart enough. He held in his hand a briefcase, containing the tools needed to get the job done. He had a time and place.
Time to move. At one of the entry points of the headquarters, he started to slowly rise to the surface. The bright light shone through the opening, and now he was walking the streets of Heartania.
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Post by VirtueNco on Feb 14, 2017 21:53:15 GMT
= SPIRIT WAR PRELUDE = STORMCROW | KARWIN ANDARBRED--The Bridge Over Troubled Water--Icy hands trace across the skin of heroes Outsider set free from the black And the grey area between becomes more blurred
Fear itself walks on broken legs Face to face with the man who weaves holes Twisted, bloodied, and broken, the pair of them
Wood does not bend, it splinters And nature will always stay its course Until someone makes a big enough hole SIN SHAMAN | LYANNA SILVER --Revenant Side-- "Prisoner, you may leave." "Excuse me?" Sin Shaman had been locked away in this strange world's underbelly for weeks, and resentment had festered inside her stomach the entire time. She was prepared to live the rest of her days in spite of her captors; naturally ,when she was told her release was imminent, she was at the very least surprised. "Care to elaborate on why?" she demanded, not bothering to hide her disdain this time. Any respect the wonder over her wardens' mysterious air had won them was gone by now. "Why do you care? You are free." The guard's response was as anti-communicative as her own, something that served very well to piss her off. "I've been locked in this hell for far too long to be cooperative. I'd like to know why that was, if your masters were goin g to free me without reason eventually anyway." "We have no reason to keep you locked up any longer. Any suspicion of you as an Ascendant spy has disappeared during your captivity." "You know an awful lot for a simple prison guard. Would you be so helpful as to direct me out of this mange pit?" The guard cocked his head in amusement. "I know as much as I need to. And you can leave after asking the Elders to show you the way. They want to speak to you regardless, so you may as well." "If you say so, dear. That will do." Despite being a tattered mess, Shaman refused to drop her air of superiority, turning up her nose at the brute that released her. Knowing the way to the Elders' chamber by now after several hearings as a spy for a faction she'd never met, Shaman strode as elegantly as her stiff legs would allow along the black marble hallways to share harsh words with her now-former captors.
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Post by Zircon on Feb 15, 2017 21:59:04 GMT
INDRAN|Ajay Maharaj"Yes, I am fine mum. Yes, I'm eating enough. I know, I'm sorry I couldn't come home I was.. Busy over here. Yeah, I have a fridge why? You sent a whole box? I mean, thanks but- Never mind. Okay, I have to go mum. I love you too- Tell Dad I said I love him too and hello. Bye!" He said, ending the call with his mom. Apparently his mom had sent a whole box of home-made goodies, and his grandparents from India had also sent a box of stuff from India. Supposedly this had happened a few days ago and they were supposed to arrive today. Ajay sat his in apartment. He needed some kind of job- Being a part-time hero was great but it didn't pay rent. He checked his laptop, searching for jobs that suited his skills. Hopefully they wouldn't care that he wasn't a college graduate- Chances of that were slim.
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