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Post by iCaramelBird on Aug 11, 2016 14:36:02 GMT
- THE QUEEN OF ROSES -
Mira handed over the work phone gladly, she had deleted most of the content on there, like most of her memories associated with The Citadel. She looked down with some discontent at Claudia as she dropped the phone into her palm, smiling to herself as she considered her final goodbye. Nonetheless, she didn't want to give Claudia any type of excuse to begin beating on her, and so she watched the fiery thoughts begin to trickle backwards into rainwater, as she smiled down at Claudia.
“Goodbye, Claudia.” It was simple, short, and either sweet or sharp depending on who heard it, but nonetheless Mira was finally happy to have been unburdened by the duties and whims of this fallen establishment, watching it burn was almost as good as it was to see Acchilleus fall, though it was now clear which one she preferred. However, that didn't stop her from wanting to add, I hope you and Jon do well, towards the end, but once again she bit her tongue. The ancient scents of food that swirled around them soon faded off, as well as the common tables and chairs that had been set amongst the dining room as Mira walked away, her heels tapping against the tiled flooring.
She would have to go back to Seth soon, she had barely slept, unable to find any comfort following the battle, simply stirring and stumbling on the chair next to the beds. Nonetheless, as she continued walking down the hallways she knew that sooner or later she'd be home, at comfort, or at least as much comfort as she could be with Seth and the upcoming challenges they would surely have to face. Mira sighed, part of her wishing somewhat for a break, a way to beat down the strife and tiredness that had stricken her for the past two months. At the very least, most of the good came out of hearing her mother's voice cry of joy that she was fine, explaining how the family had seemingly been fine. The unfortunate news that weighed upon the conversation like an anchor to a sinking ship was that they found their brother's body, and it was most definitely a kidnapping from The Cobras or The Vipers or whatever name they chose next from Scarlet City before they moved to aid Acchilleus in his fight. It only made the satisfaction of watching them all die or squander away that much better, and she hoped for her sake that the rumours some of them got away were untrue.
At least this next step will help stop that. She quietly hoped, glancing down at some of the papers she still had that concerned Hercules, before putting them away. For now, she just had to focus on one thing, and she was thankful that things were hopefully looking up for her, or so they seemed. But as she continued to walk through the corridors, Mira had the sense that things were far from over.
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Post by AlexJ on Aug 11, 2016 21:00:18 GMT
ELIZABETH CHASE | NEMESIS Heartania | District Attorney's Office 2nd December 2063 | Morning After leaving the fight, Elizabeth knew whatever rest could be had would not be her own. She tried to look for Apollo; to talk to him about his actions, but he was nowhere to be seen, so instead she discreetly made her way back to the District Court. Her ears rang, and her knees ached, but it was nothing a cup of tea, and a few hours of the job she preferred could not solve. Once at her office, she had removed her Nemesis outfit to change into a smart black suit, with a soft pink open-topped dress shirt, and began to work from her desk. The High Chancellor; the Broker... Jonathan Kramer. It didn't matter if he survived the battle, her office would be responsible for the inevitable public investigation; so she decided to jump ahead of the gun, opening up any possible records on the three identities that made up the same person. After a few hours, her whole team had begun to return to work, once they knew the coast was clear. Samantha was the first, which came as no surprise to her superior: Elizabeth knew that Ms. Roe was the best of them. The winter sun had just begun to rise, but still the skies were noticeably dark. A group of ADAs had taken up particular spots within their DA's office to begin the work that was asked of them by Elizabeth herself. Meanwhile, she sat at her desk with three mugs dotted about, two of which were empty, and the remaining one was half-full with a strong English breakfast tea. She reclined back in her chair, in frustration. Though her and her team had made great strides already, she wasn't completely happy with the results. Luckily for her, she had one other avenue to go down. Taking a sip of her warm comfort, she retrieved her work phone, and searched the contacts for what she was looking for. Upon finding the number marked 'JOHNSON', she pressed call, and hoped the chief of police department would pick up.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Aug 11, 2016 22:53:06 GMT
- Jade Blythe - With jittery steps Jade carried a plate of food and a cup of tea with her from the dining room. Upon entering she had noticed Claudia eating alone at a table before she and Mira had started talking. Jade didn’t have the desire to talk to either of them after yesterday, and with the pair of them preoccupied she used the chance to sneak some toast and tea with her before she emerged back out in the hallway, relieved to have slipped by unnoticed. She didn’t know where to put herself, so she stood leaned back against a wall and nibbled on the toast she’d gotten her hands on. Watching as people started to leave she kept quiet, not looking at anyone as they passed her by; the only exception to this action was Mira as she came past her, who she shot a glance and a quick, worn smile. ’At least she’s alright.’
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Post by Yabvi on Aug 11, 2016 23:34:14 GMT
Flames began flicking off Inferno's skin, dying mid-air before they reached anything flammable. Inferno scoffed, she could feel Snowflake's threatening aura, a little challenge. Standing up, she stared at Snowflake, "Snowy, think about it for a moment, instead of facing the reality of the situation. It's utterly pathetic." Inferno turned away and made her way up to her room.
After getting dressed; a sweater, a heavy wool jacket, a pair of jeans, big black boots with insulated socks. All wrapped up for the cold weather; Inferno left the base.
Her breath was visible in the early winter morning, a noticeable lack of people in the streets was mildly comforting. Her head had been hurting recently, a feeling of pressure against it. As she walked down the street, cars zoomed past her, filling the air with occasional noise. Out of the corner of her eye, a black car slowed down a got closer to her. She stopped walking and turned to face it. When the car stopped in front of her, an uneasy feeling set it. When the window rolled down, her eyes widened with fear.
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Post by t00bz on Aug 12, 2016 2:18:29 GMT
The Red Racer The Red Racer didn't sleep much. How could they? Every time they closed their eyes, they just saw the faces of the people they'd lost three months ago, when the tiny Fog District of Heartania had been raided and burned to the ground by criminals that had escaped from the jail. Released by Reaver and her goons. The sun hadn't even risen yet when the Red Racer went back to the Crimson Comet, now parked in an old garage in Capital City. It had once belonged to a group of street racers, but after they had tried killing the Racer for winning too many races. they had been quickly eliminated, and the Racer had taken the garage over. Starlass's father was asleep in the workshop of the garage. It wasn't very comfortable, the Racer imagined, but it would have to do for now. The Racer opened the Comet's trunk and took out a backpack, putting it on a table at the back of the garage. They then took out a pill bottle - Venlafaxine. The Racer lifted up the visor on their helmet just slightly and swallowed a pill. It didn't make the memories of the Red Racer disappear, and if it did, they probably wouldn't take it, but it did take a sliver of pain away at least. The Racer put the bottle back into the bag and glanced at a picture inside. Seven people were on it, smiling. Better times. The Racer looked at the picture, going through each person in silence, left to right. Ben Carter, Chris Russo, Rachel Hull, Caitlin Foster, Ashley Brooks, Mike Contreras, and Keith Mason. They had all been 25 to 26 years old, from the "Fog District", a residential area of Heartania that lay between Heartania's prison and East City. Not the nicest of places, but not a terrible place either. Their parents had made decent money and overall, they had been doing well for themselves. They had met in high school and kept in touch as they got older. Those who had left Heartania for work had come back for a week, a reunion of sorts with friends, though everything had gone to hell. Now, six were dead for no reason, because of Reaver and her crew's stupid machinations. Despite their massive losses, the Red Racer had even more troubles beyond their six friends. The Red Racer had been left to cope with what felt like all the problems anyone could imagine. And they weren't. The Red Racer tucked the picture away into the bag. Even with strong medicine, thinking about that day still hurt. When the memories returned to haunt them, everything in the world around them just felt like it was sinking deeper and deeper into thick, muddy water. The Racer looked up at the ceiling of the garage and took a deep breath. They needed a distraction. Something to keep them busy. They went over to the wall, where several mechanical tools hung from. The Comet needed a bit of fine tuning. The Racer picked out the tools they needed, and, after wedging the Comet so that it wouldn't roll, scooted under it to do maintenance work. They continued working as the sun rose over the city and well into the morning.
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Post by Yabvi on Aug 12, 2016 11:01:48 GMT
Monica sat in her leather chair, staring out of the window that overlooked her city. Although it was a dark winter morning, the calm after the storm felt pleasing. No doubt the media would hound her, rip her to shreds in front of the public all for a good story. Dogs every one of them. One thing she realised after the battle, heroes weren't all bad. Sure they needed to be kept in check, damage to buildings and civilians needed to be minimalised even further. Project RedDragon would be continued, and this time, without fail.
Her office phone rang. Sighing, Monica turned to her desk and picked up the phone. "Miss Johnson, there's an Elizabeth Chase from the District Attorney's Office on the other line for you, Shall I patch her through?" Monica's secretary was an aging woman, but she still kept an air of youthfulness about her as she went about her job. Monica could recall Ms. Chase, a finely dressed woman who took her work seriously. Monica didn't have too much interaction with her, only swapping the occasional few words.
"Patch her through please," Monica replied, waiting for the transitional beep. When the noise came, she answered, in a tired tone, "Hello Ms. Chase, How can I help you today?"
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Post by AlexJ on Aug 12, 2016 14:23:44 GMT
ELIZABETH CHASE | NEMESIS Heartania | District Attorney's Office 2nd December 2063 | Morning Elizabeth had expected to wait for at least a while to get a response from the Chief of the HPD's office. Luckily for her, a sincere, faintly elderly voice had quickly picked up her call, and very kindly asked for her patience. A mere few seconds had passed before it was the chief's own steeled tone that spoke to her. Clearly, Monica ran a tight ship. "Chief Johnson," Elizabeth replied in a respectful manner. Though the two had not worked together much, she had a deal of appreciation for the work Monica did. She also thought it best to maintain the idea of good relations between the DA's office and the HPD, but that was secondary, "I'm following up on the revelations that occurred last night. My office are currently drafting the legal framework to respond to the charges that will likely be set against Jonathan Kramer, but I need to go a step further. If you're willing, I would appreciate it if you met me at the Citadel ASAP. With the both of us there, we can likely investigate what's been doing on in there for the past few months."
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Post by Yabvi on Aug 12, 2016 15:47:33 GMT
Monica rubbed the bridge of her nose, answering back in a cold tone, "Alright. Meet me there within the hour. Thank you for taking the time to call me Ms. Chase." With that she hung up, any other queries Ms. Chase had would be asked at the Citadel. Picking up the phone she rang Janice; she waited a few moments before she got an answer,
"Good Morning Miss Johnson, How can I help you today?"
"At ease Janice, I need you to drive me to the Citadel."
"Oh, why's that Monica?"
"Investigating, the DA's asked me to come along and find out what Kramer has been up to the past few months."
"Alright Monica, Meet you in the Exec Parking Garage in 5 minutes."
"Thank you, Janice."
"No problem Monica."
CLICK! Monica put down the phone at the sound. Grabbing her long trench coat, Monica got ready to investigate. After this she'd have to prepare for another mission, there was the problem of recruiting for RedDragon and also the information she gained when she used her powers on one of the robots from the attack on Central. It was shaping up to be a busy day.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Aug 12, 2016 18:12:49 GMT
- THE QUEEN OF ROSES -
Mira continued walking along, pushing the papers away back into her pockets. She was thankful that she at least 'borrowed' some heels from one of the remaining Little Mice, though a thought came through her mind. Would the Little Mice stay? They didn't have anywhere to go, and Mira knew that it was times like this when Jonathan was thought to be dead the first time, against another power hungry zealot by the name of Paige. Even reiterating that incident sent a shiver down her spine, but in some ways, she was more than thankful for it, if it wasn't for that madman then she would have never met Seth in a time of desperation. In a time when she didn't know what was going to happen to her, to her family, if anything. She knew The Broker was alive then, but the world thinking he was dead was enough to give his enemies confidence. Either way, it was best not to dwell on the past, or at least that's what her mother used to say and had reiterated to her over their phone call in the morning. But how could she not? Was she supposed to just ignore everything that happened, everything she had done?
She continued to walk by, before she stopped at Jade who gave her a smile. It seemed that she was another person who wasn't exactly doing well for themselves, but then again nobody was. As her mind continued to flick back through Paige, she realized that there was something crucial that now stood in front of her; an ally. Mira smiled stepping up closer towards Jade, she tried her best to be more sincere with her happiness, not proud, but more sympathetic. She didn't know whether she had to be careful, Jade was someone that she hadn't had much time to gauge. Mira knew that she and Jonathan are close, but even still the only time she could ever remember being close to her in the past couple of months was the fundraiser, with Lilly.
“Jade, how are you doing?” asked Mira.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Aug 12, 2016 20:29:24 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ “Says the most pathetic person in the Ravagers,” Snowflake threw after Inferno as she left. Massaging her temple with her right hand she glanced over at Reaver who had seemed to become one with the chair. ’It’s too early for this kind of.. urrgh.’It was silent for a couple of seconds before Snowflake’s eyes widened slightly and she turned to Reaver with a question. ’I’ll prove you wrong, Inferno.’“Ree, do you need me here? I might have to go out for a bit.”
- Jade Blythe - Jade blinked quickly, but remained calm when Mira approached her. It was irrational of her to be nervous of Mira now, she told herself; after all they had been living under the same roof for the past two months. She stood up a little straighter, and answered the sweet question with another tired smile. “Not good, but who is after last night?” She took a bite of her toast as her eyes slightly changed colour to yellow. “You?”
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Aug 12, 2016 20:41:28 GMT
-Lutte Vic- Lutte Vic drove down the Parking complex as the police car chased him, speeding through the exit the car jumped over the speed bump and slightly bent the front bumper causing sparks to fly off, looking in his rear view he saw the police helicopter come into view and start following him stepping hard on the gas the car flew past the traffic lights and caused afew of the cars to stop as he went past, as he drove he kept checking the mirror to make sure they were still after him the lights were a clear sign of that as they flash on his mirror -------------------------------------------------------------------- -Wild Card- The helicopter flew towards the casino, as it passed the bridge of the Citadel Wild Card looked down at all the ambulances and police tape over the area, Wild card had a felling of unease as he thought of the numbers that had been lost and returned to the casino, if he wanted to keep his power he would have to have atleast more than half of them to back him up, at least he still had Ms Diamond Wild card brushed the hair out of her face so he could see her and smile, she was one of who he most trusted but for more reasons then many would think "Sir we closing in on the Casino" the driver said looking back and then back to the window to land them on the platform closing in.
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Post by Yabvi on Aug 12, 2016 21:05:17 GMT
"Hey Fel, been a long time, how you been?" The voice slithered out from the car like a snake, wrapped itself around her body and constricting her chest. Inferno could barely breathe. Her immediate instincts took effect. Run. Inferno turned and ran at full speed; fear filled her mind. Why was he back? How did he find her? Was she ratted out? All those questions needed answered, but right now she wasn't in the mind to ask him.
Inferno ran back to the base, throwing open the door and slamming it close. She collapsed to the floor, panting heavily.
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Post by Arbor on Aug 12, 2016 21:17:23 GMT
Reaver Reaver took her head off the table in front of her, and looked up with a shrug at Snowflake. "What?" She asked, slightly confused. She had barely been paying attention to the argument, having decided it was going to kill her head if she allowed herself to care too much. "Oh yeah, sure. I have no plans today, so if you need to go out, do so." She paused, looking up at Snow to consider what she was planning. It was a little too clear that she might be planing on looking for Crimson... Which would be a terrible, fruitless idea. "Uh... Be careful though, yeah? We really don't want to be sniffed out today. And if you have to kill Inferno... Don't make too much of a mess, okay?" Argent Mind Argent Mind sighed at that. Obviously she hadn't heard, although he was surprised she hadn't noticed his two month absence from the field. Certainly, the Tower had made no move to cover his disappearance. "The Knight has been missing for... I think the last two months, I believe." He said with a grimace. It was hardly pleasing news for anyone, let alone Starlass. They had been good friends, albeit for a short time. "We've had people looking for him, but there was nothing at all. He just vanished from our sight, much like you did, only without any declaration or force driving him that we knew of. I... I'm sorry, but I have no idea where he might be." Or even if he's still alive... He wouldn't say it, but there was always the fear that when a hero vanished, they were gone for good.
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Post by AlexJ on Aug 12, 2016 22:03:37 GMT
GRACE SCOTT | STARLASS Heartania | The Tower 2nd December 2063 | Morning "I'll find him." The words came from her lips so naturally, that even Grace herself was taken aback by them. She just hoped they were words she could fulfil, which she had every intention of doing. She slowly arose from her bed, extending her arm out to rest on Argent's shoulder for balance. Once she was (refreshingly) on her own two feet, she picked up a striped grey jumper that was so considerably placed on her bedside, and tried to change from her hospital gown as quickly as she could, putting on a pair of blue jeans first. She pushed her black, messy locks behind her shoulders. Sighing with relief, she placed her hands on her hips, and with a brave face, asserted, "I've got a lot I need to do today, before I can actually rest," she picked up her mobile phone from the side, "If you don't mind? It was good to talk, even if it was so brief. I'll keep in contact." ELIZABETH CHASE | NEMESIS Heartania | District Attorney's Office 2nd December 2063 | Morning Taking no time, Elizabeth grabbed the cream trench coat that initially rested on her desk chair, and threw it over her body; placing her phone in one of the interior pockets. She marched towards the office doors, beckoning Sam over; which was a message her most trusted ADA received. Once she was in earshot, Ms. Roe was filled in on her superior's agenda for the morning, and with a friendly word, the two split ways. Elizabeth approached her car, and very hastily sat in the driver's seat, another half-full beverage in the cup holder. I have a serious problem. Taking a sip of the unknown liquid, she then set off for the Citadel, eager to arrive on time. LENA GARDNER | LEVIATHAN Heartania | City Centre 2nd December 2063 | Morning The apartment was desirably open-spaced; with the appropriate boxes laid across the entrance hall, after being delivered a day before their owner's arrival. With a mischievous smile, Lena kicked open the top of the middle container, opening up three folded contraptions. Without hesitation, she lugged them into a wide lounge space, and began to unfold, until three mannequin fighting-dummies were placed down. She then returned to the hallway, to open a different box much more carefully this time. The box in question was unlike the others: more akin to a briefcase in its design. The materials that made it were clearly more intricate, and not to mention more expensive than the simple plywood cuboids that sat adjacent to it. Within the black container was a dozen throwing-knives, beautifully crafted, with snake designs carved at their base, and a cushion of green silk. She grabbed the throwing knives; placing them in various pockets across her person, and then returned to the hall. As soon as she stepped foot into range, she became a flurry of danger. She flicked one knife right into the pretend neck of one dummy, and spinning around she lobbed another into its forehead. Continuing to turn, she threw a third knife into the torso of a different dummy, and the third model received a blade in each of its shoulders, and then one right between the eyes. By this point, her continuing three-hundred-and-sixty degree spins had advanced her towards the large window panel at the edge of the room, with a breathtaking view of Heartania from above. I could get used to this.Looking out, she was reminded of the task she was sent here to do, and as much as she would have loved to be a bit of a murderous tourist: the job came first. Luckily for her, work and play did not have to be mutually exclusive. She had a contact in the city, one who she held as close to her heart as two criminals could be. Grabbing her mobile phone from her pocket, she found the contact she was looking for, and sent a friendly text message,
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Aug 12, 2016 22:10:51 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ Snowflake winked at Reaver and ate the rest of the cereal. From the look of her face, she had probably already guessed what she was going to do. “I will, don’t worry. Killing Inferno would be a waste now though; we need a mad pyromaniac to blame if things start catching fire around here.” She rose from the chair and sent Reaver one last glance of concern before she turned to leave. “Get some rest Ree, you look like you need it.” Snowflake proceeded to leave the living area, and went back to her room to put on a simple disguise; a brown haired wig, some Clark Kent-style fake glasses and a teenager’s classical outfit of blue jeans, a black sweater and a simple warm jacket. Confident that she wouldn’t get recognized at first glance, she started making her way out of the base- where she almost literally stumbled over Inferno. With a confused smirk she stepped up to Inferno and enjoyed the sight; it was an usual sight before her, so she let out a sarcastic comment when noting the amount of warm clothes she was wearing. “What? Can’t stand the cold?”
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