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Post by iCaramelBird on Aug 19, 2016 23:46:56 GMT
- THE QUEEN OF ROSES -
Upon seeing the woman make her way over, Mira gave her most warming smile, shaking her hand at once as she inspected the woman. She was bold, confidence, a shining example of someone who seemed to stand for justice, and Mira couldn't exactly stand that type of demeanour for too long, but she could, at the very least, respect it. This was someone who was far different from her eyes, as opposed to the facade that she wore to mask her intentions and her actions, the woman who she was now shaking hands with, this was someone who made their way up the ladder through clean means, or at least that's what Mira felt like. She had no idea about the past of this woman through touch alone, but she could almost sense the lawful aura that arose from her.
“Mira Winters, I used to work here,” smiled Mira as she let go, taking a glance at the two women that were further in the distance, the chief of police and Claudia Kramer. “Could I ask what exactly is going on?” Mira was a little hesitant at the question, but at the same time her mind was far from unease at the sudden interruption of the police, and she now wished she could get out before questioning came along.
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Post by Jaminx on Aug 21, 2016 14:01:25 GMT
L laughed, eyes sparkling as the night terrors faded away. It was funny to think that she had met someone with less cooking experience than she had.
"Don't trust all the videos, some of them will be jokes." L replied before spotting Cybelle quietly approaching. She gave her a warm grin as well. She had friends here, there were people she could be safe for a while.
"Morning Cybelle. Want to help us cook some... What exactly will we be cooking Twelve?" She asked tilting her head back to him with a small frown.
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Post by LHudson on Aug 21, 2016 21:59:38 GMT
CLAUDIA KRAMER A chill went down her spine, her arm jammed momentarily, and a small whisper of sadness from mother entered her ears. She turned around and saw Monica on the floor, shaking and looking like she saw death. The arm recovered, and Claudia simply look at the two. "What did you just do?"
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Post by Yabvi on Aug 21, 2016 22:22:34 GMT
Monica looked up at Claudia, a scowl on her face. She still felt the cold chill of death, the shaking stayed with her. Monica got to her feet, using the wall as an aid. Monica attempted to regain composure, it was all a mess. Stepping towards the door slowly, she turned to Claudia, "Stay in here, I need to go talk to my colleague, I'm not feeling very well." Monica gave her a weak smile and exited the room.
Looking around she saw Ms. Chase in conversation with another woman. With the information she had gathered from the touch, Monica knew she'd need physical ID to enter as well, all that would require is convincing Claudia to go through with it. "Ms. Chase, could we have a word in a moment?" Monica would have to explain the vault, and the rest. As she leaned against the wall, Monica thought over how Ms. Chase could have died. In a world full of superheroes and otherwise, she wouldn't be surprised if something like that brought her back. She shook her head, currently she had to work on her work. ----
Inferno looked at Snow, but no words came out of her mouth when she opened it. What could she say? Her mind was shattered. Lucy stepped forward, throwing her arms out as if protecting her mother, "Don't talk to Mum like that!" Her tone was defiant, for a 13-year-old girl she had a lot of balls.
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Post by AlexJ on Aug 21, 2016 22:33:12 GMT
ELIZABETH CHASE | NEMESIS Heartania | The Citadel 2nd December 2063 | Morning Ms. Winters immediately struck Elizabeth as quite an interesting individual. She found the ability to judge one's character upon a first impression to be a superpower she had gained over the course of her professional life. When she looked into Mira's eyes; that very same talent proved its worth, and she got the impression that despite her visage, the woman had a sense of cunning, and a slight air of cynicism. However, neither party were likely here to assess the other's character, and as Winters asked the DA about her business there, she could only begin to imagine what her agenda may be. With a soft smile, Elizabeth folded her arms, and returned, "I've actually come here to pose that same question to you, as well as similar individuals," she glanced at her surroundings, and then placed her hand on Mira's back, and gently turned her away from the interrogation room. With both individuals facing away from Monica and Claudia, she now found herself free to speak more freely, albeit in a soft tone, "What do you know of the allegations directed at Jonathan Kramer, and the Citadel by proxy?" GRACE SCOTT | STARLASS Heartania | The Citadel 2nd December 2063 | Morning Whilst Richardson and Jade rather awkwardly conversed with one another, Grace began to look over everyone; ensuring no rogue glass-shard had pierced their way into any flesh. Satisfied that everything was okay on the wounding-front, she then edged closer to the window, and with a spare book, gathered all the shards into one pile in the corner of the room. Content that things were (relatively) safe, Grace returned to sit on the bed, just adjacent to Jade as she began to scan Alex over more thoroughly. Once she had done so, she decided to interrupt the flow of conversation ever so slightly, with her own confused words, "Alex... You dropped contact for over two months," Gee, I wonder who else would do such an awful thing. "You look different, where the hell have you been?"
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Post by iCaramelBird on Aug 21, 2016 22:51:19 GMT
- HUNTER -
Luke continued on, walking was seemingly getting easier though he stopped to glance at a familiar place that tugged at him, it was the alleyway, the familiar alleyway that kept cropping up in his mind. He could see himself and Lilly chased by the police, the time he almost died and K- they found him, the time when he thought “they”were dead during the riots, and now this. Three years and it had all come down to him, with a rucksack, no friends, no allies, the only person left in the world who cared about him was now heading to a different city, he had no home, he lost his sister again, and though with even more reason to end it now, he couldn't, he wouldn't he reminded himself. The list grew on as Luke found himself sitting down in the alleyway once again, it reminded him of all those past encounters with this same place and more, his back against the cold alleyway as he ruffled his hair slightly, shifting and feeling uncomfortable, as he took one glance at any people passing by. Thankfully they didn't seem to notice, or at the very least they chose to not acknowledge him which was better. He counted the few notes and loose change that was left, knowing it'd be enough for something else to eat now, discounting whatever he had in his rucksack already. How did I get here?
He knew the answer to his own question, so much so he listed them. But it was all a mess, a confusing mess. Luke wondered if, if his powers were gone, the hacking, the water, if he only had perception, that was a good thing, that was an enhancement he could control well enough it seemed. Maybe he could lead a normal life, work in some boring office some place, maybe James could join and become a police officer when he comes back if they're still not potentially being hunted down. “You don't want a normal life.”
He also didn't hate his parents, according to that same voice, Lilly, the person who didn't even have his power and yet could read him openly. She remembered one time, with Custos, how she said those words. Luke sighed. He reminded himself sharply what James told him, and he repeated, grief, pain, it doesn't go all just go away in a day. But what she said was true, as he felt his hand quivering, he looked down with furrowed brows as he glanced into his open palm, a small body of water, a few droplets muddled together but alive, floating just an inch above his palm. It hurt him to hold it for so long as he watched the water splash onto his palm. His head felt the back of the cold brick surface once again as he stared up at the sky, smiling to himself in relief, it was something to focus on other than the pain. His powers were there, just...weaker, less “powerful”, he would say, at least for now. As he spotted a police officer just walking down the street, he gathered his rucksack after resting, his legs were feeling better, albeit still painful. He wiped away his wet hand, his rucksack was now slinging over his back once again as he clutched at a growling stomach before moving on. Luke took one last glance at the alleyway, it was strange to focus on how much everything around him changed, how much he changed, yet he carried on, hoping he could find a decent place for some food, and rest easy soon.
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Post by Arbor on Aug 22, 2016 0:42:00 GMT
Salvatore Ragno It was a good morning, all things considered. As Ragno sat in his office, looking over the business reports, he felt a real sense of satisfaction. It all worked out rather well, better than even he expected! The Broker had fallen in battle, removed entirely as a threat to his operations. Equally, his ideologue rival was just as buried, leaving no would-be dictator alive. Whatever government followed would have instability in the streets and massive costs to cover... The perfect place for Ragno to move unopposed. With Heartainia proving to be a fantastic success, in spite of the hiccups provided by the chaotic civil war, there was room for a little self-congratulation. No one in the city still had both the inclination and the power to remove him, and he had fallen into this position through a mixture of fanning the flames and, when everything went to shit, landing upon his feet. His betrayal made a one-sided siege into a disastrous bloodbath, with no leader left on either side. Quick thinking, if he did say so himself. The rest of the reports were, sadly, of less interest. The Tyrant in his employ had reported the movements of unknown assassins and a young man by the name of Felix in the field, which tied down small trails to a hint of Norwood involvement, but the child had been moved beyond sight before he was even aware of him- there would be no advantage there, at least for now. And in Scarlet City, his old allies were having their own little disasters. A... Friend, Kenneth Mercer, old-school mob boss and major player in Scarlet City crime, had violently come to the end of his time on Earth, and his family were not best pleased. There was no certainty as to who it was, but the prime suspect was a up-and-coming rival from a growing movement of new-blood criminals, headed by a lethal woman called Ambroke. The Mercers would be after her of course, but with Kenneth dead, there was no certainty that the rest of them would remember the role the Syndicate played in their successes. A show of power was required. To show the Mercers just who their benefactor was, the best option would be to personally assure Ambroke's assassination. A noble goal, but a challaging one, given her support and renowned security and elusiveness. Scarlet City natives knew their hive better than anyone, and hunting them within it took a special kind of killer, more than any normal mercenary or hired gun. Ragno knew many such people, of course, but in Scarlet City... There was a perfect candidate just a single call away. It was time to make use of the infamous corruption of Scarlet City for his own goals. Taking up his phone, he began the process of calling in the many favours held in the local prison. Soon, a certain mass murderer would be receiving a life-changing call. Reaver Clad in a warm, deep green coat, with gloves, a scarf, and a pair of sunglasses (all carefully chosen to hide the bruises on her face and neck), Reaver was finally ready to set off. The stiffness had left most of her muscles, now, and she was pleased to discover she was able to move about with relative ease. Her limp overcome, she suddenly felt ready to take on the world again... Which, given who she was visiting, may well be a required trait. Grinning to herself at the idea of meeting Lena again, she hid a pair of pistols and a couple of knives about her person, before heading out of the living area. She had some loose ends to catch up on first. The remaining Vipers had been given a space in the main warehouse to set up camp, and now they were fed, watered, medically treated and rested, the time had come to talk to them. She felt their eyes on her as she approached them so she held her head high and hid all the pain she was hiding, avoiding all signs of weakness. It was better that she appeared supreme to people like these, so they knew she was a figure worth following into whatever plans she may have. "Is Rick among you?" She asked, calling out for the Viper's apparent leader to his troop. They were a gifted bunch of killers, although clearly a battered and damaged set. Twelve Twelve gave the question the grave consideration it required, and found little to the answer. Supplies had been limited, and although he had done as best as he may, a feeling of concern was developing that suggested he may have used enthusiasm as a cover for actual ability. The recipe had called for salt, and he had found a white powder on the shelves that looked the part... But it could have been sugar, which reports claimed to not be at all close in taste. If such an error had occurred... The results could be DISASTROUS. "It occurs to me that I have no idea at all!" He declared finally, a jovial phrase that masked mild horror. "I think perhaps that watching thirty-four different videos at once may have resulted in some crossed wires... Ahahahah!" The laugh really helped his cunning deception at being calm.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Aug 22, 2016 0:57:50 GMT
- THE QUEEN OF ROSES -
Mira smiled at the woman, finding some sort of honesty in her that had unfortunately become somewhat rare these days, though, at the same time she was the district attorney and thankfully not a corrupt one at that, the city didn't need any more issues on its agenda. She took a glance at the chief of police as they whispered something to Elizabeth, not able to hear what she said at all before the chief began walking away. Something odd was definitely amiss and Mira wanted everything but to be caught in the middle of it, she didn't even know how she let herself get to this vulnerable of a position anyway. Everything, starting now, before it had even started, could crumble away and turn into ashes at her feet. That's just what this city needs right now, ashes. Her mind was sarcastic, full of a venomous attitude that she refrained on a day to day basis. The oncoming question alarmed her, as she composed herself.
“I don't know much,” Mira kept her voice low, as heart thumped in her chest, she came closer to Elizabeth, trying to be careful as possible with what she was about to say next, giving one last glance at the chief of police who was still skulking away before she turned to face Elizabeth again, flashing a gentle smile. “All I know is some of his methods were...controversial, I don't think a lot of the people that worked with him really approved, I know I didn't.” Mira tried to dodge around the question, trying to give her equivocations. “I'm sorry, I wish I could be of more help,” Mira added and lied once more.
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Post by LHudson on Aug 22, 2016 15:42:03 GMT
CLAUDIA KRAMER Claudia turned to see Monica leaving, looking like she saw death. The woman stood at the door, observing the chief talk to the district attorney.
BRENDAN FOLEY "The peach trees in the orchard behind the house are just in full flower. Tomorrow we will institute a sacrifice there and solemnly declare our intention before Heaven and Earth, and we three will swear brotherhood and unity of aims and sentiments: Thus will we enter upon our great task."
Foley sighed to himself as he tossed the volume of the book to one side. It was one he was too familiar with, it was also one of the two books he had when he arrived, and even back then he was already tired of it. He jumped out of the single bed and went to work on the bar. He didn't have that many options. He was serving 27 life sentences at the bottom of a hole that was 50 meters deep and about 9 meters wide. All there was were a bed, a toilet, a sink, a shower, and a small desk and chair that barely got any use. There was a support bar, but in terms of keeping healthy he didn't have that many options. He was at least appreciative that Scarlet City spent so much money and time creating the cell to specifically house the man, but the one thing that he thought was the most heinous was that it was designed to specifically be the blandest cell possible, despite it's uniqueness. Just white concrete around, barely any sound, and no way out without outside interference. No colour, just enough to bore anyone to death should they spend a few years within it. It was working for Foley, but very slowly. "All three being of one mind, next day they prepared the sacrifices, a black ox, a white horse, and wine for libation. Beneath the smoke of the incense burning on the altar, they bowed their heads and recited this oath-- Jesus Christ, has it come to that!?" he spoke loathsomely to himself. Had is come to that? Rereading the book so many times that he was beginning to memorise the 200 plus page epic? He remembered the fact that he was only two years into the sentence, and that the amount of times he read that book was staggering. He knew the plot beat by beat, and the novelty had lost it's shine. He did his pull ups before grunting to himself. "Wakey wakey Foley!" Foley smiled to himself and looked up to see Officer Gallows. "Your turn to be on duty?" he said, still smiling at the man he had grown to respect for his sheer dedication of being in the same space as him. "Anders bailed, so it's just you and me." "Did you bring music?" Foley asked, been too long, and he longed for some after reading that damn book. "You know the policy Foley." "It's bloody torturous down here! At least the others get TV time!" "Not my rules Foley, you know that." Foley groaned to himself before holding up the volume. "Could you at least get me something new to read?" "I could read you my newspaper if I am allowed." "I mean a new book, some King, Herbert, or even some Gibson!" "You got that giant epic don't you?" Foley once again groaned. "I've reread the damn thing for over two years Gallows! I've got nothing else to do down here!" "What about the other book?" "The Bible? I got enough of that when I was on the otherside to the point that I could remember most of the old testament." He was lying of course, he just didn't want to read anything preachy after he left his faction behind, reminded him of his old mentor. "Come on man, throw me a bone, you're a cool guy right?" "If I was then the locker room will give me shit, and I have two kids to feed." Foley collapsed on his bed. If only I had some elastic, he pondered to himself, could keep him entertained at least. "Oh, Foley, got something for you." His eyes widened and he jumped out of bed. "It's not food right?" "Phonecall." He was a little perplexed, no one would call him, too risky and could risk exposure, but either way it was their loss should they get implicated. "You serious?" "Hear for yourself." And with that, a phone on a small box lowered itself with a bowl of cereal. It was on, waiting for Foley to answer. Foley hesitantly held the phone, expressing confusion, before he placed it to his ear. "Hello this is Brendan Foley speaking, how can I help?" he opened.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Aug 22, 2016 16:02:21 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ “Your mother speak to me any way she likes sweetheart, it’s only fair I return the favour.” She looked at Inferno’s shattered expression still partly expecting an answer, but as it was clear she wasn’t going to get one she started to compare them. The hair, eyes, even the attitude was the same. Out of nowhere she pulled a surprised smile and held back a snicker. “Pfft, she really is your daughter! Ahaha!” The whole scene was unbelievable, and as they stood out there in the middle of the street breathing in the cold morning air Snowflake began to laugh at them, wiping away tears as they formed in her eyes. “Ahaha, I can’t wait for Reaver to hear this. He just dumped her, YOUR DAUGHTER, at our doorstep! AHAHA! What an asshole! ” Snowflake chuckled and activated her comms-device, turning away from mother and daughter. Her chuckling was barely audible as she started to leave another message for Reaver; ’Hey, Ree, you’ll never guess what just happened~’
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Post by iCaramelBird on Aug 22, 2016 16:33:25 GMT
- THE VIPER -
Rick had slept like a baby after the battle, no plaguing nightmares, not any dreams for his recollection, just simple rest. He had bandaged himself up, cleaning his own wounds before he had finally felt himself fall asleep, in an unfamiliar place. He had no idea that he and the rest of the Vipers would be stuck working with the uneasy alliance that had formed moments before the battle, and yet it was this alliance that saved his and their lives, he had to hand it to them, they were good. There was something else however that was still on his mind, he had already taken in his cup of coffee, handed to him by some accountant or something, he knew now he was awake enough to comprehend what happened. He could be dead, no, needless to say, he should have been dead.
Even now as he was checking his AK, making sure to clean it and handling it expertly as he flicked through his thoughts, he knew now that the bullet definitely hit him and yet he somehow pulled it away before it could barely pierce his skin, the shock did something to him, he felt like a part of him was unlocked, one that churned inside of him. The only thing Rick wondered now was what that meant, what it could mean. He heard the click as he reloaded before he heard his name, on instinct getting up as the Vipers around him, what little that were left without a bullet in their head, parted and got back to their activities as Rick saw the supposed leader who offered them shelter.
“What can I do you for?” asked Rick, the gun still in hand, though the safety was clearly on. He stepped closer, his boots thudding against the ground, as he glanced around at the Vipers. “This is a pretty nice place, thanks for letting us stay here.” He added, as a way to show his gratitude, realizing now that he hadn't really had the time to speak to them after they had moved in. The place seemed nice, an odd odour seemed to travel around but he realized that was most likely the dirt and blood that stuck to the skin of the battered and bruised around him. Nonetheless, it seemed hospitable, the beds were somewhat bare but comfortable, there was furniture, probably more guns out there, but Rick still felt less comfortable here than with The Safe Zone, not sure who he could trust at this point.
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Post by Jaminx on Aug 22, 2016 17:37:01 GMT
"It's okay Twelve. How about we pick one recipe and then go get some more ingredients?" L moved to the counter picking up the laptop left lying on the counter. It was covered in stickers with holographic foil peeling up at the edges. They had been one of the first things Kay had bought her among a cluster of young books and toys. L had wondered why all these technically useless things had been given to her by the eminently practical parent.
It seemed a little more obvious now. They wanted her to be happy. That was what she wanted for her friends in turn now.
"Hmm seeing as I guess none of us need to eat really we could pick something pretty or interesting over a nutritious breakfast."
She began bringing up cleverly decorated cakes that looked like other objects and other clever creations.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Aug 22, 2016 18:28:49 GMT
[Cybelle] As Cybelle rushed past she grabbed hold of the door frame and heard L request to join them in cooking, shifting her from side to side she began to get scared of how her father would react to her not being back at the lab, the dampener on the back of her neck started to light up she was becoming emotional "Eeee erm... sure?" she said still a little uneasy about her situation but she didnt want to lose out on the only friends she had, "what are we doing?" she asked as she walked into the room
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Post by Jaminx on Aug 22, 2016 19:49:33 GMT
"Choosing what to cook for fun want to help Cybelle?" L peered at her friend catching a reflection of light from the back of her neck against the white glossy paint on the wall.
"Are you okay? You seem to be glowing slightly."
She pulled up another chair with a hand and patted it as a small indication for Cybelle to join them. She wasn't overly worried about a glowing light for all she knew it was normal like the little bits and pieces on Twelve.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Aug 22, 2016 20:43:36 GMT
[Cybelle] Cybelle put her hand on the back of her neck and covered the dampener "yeah im ok...its nothing" she said with a nervous grin, as L pulled out the chair Cybelle walked up and sat on it looking around the room she had seen similar things back in her fathers lab but didnt know what there functions were "but ive never cook before, is it hard?" she asked wondering what this cook word was
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