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Post by iCaramelBird on Aug 22, 2016 20:48:49 GMT
- HUNTER -
Luke stepped in the familiar den of 'Cafe Nero', he was thankful to have missed the morning rush, with everyone already walking out and heading to work, few people resided in the cafe to once again escape the harsh cold of the outside world. He had already taken out the crumpled notes and coins in hand as he stepped up to the barista, smiling as he tried to feign comfort where there was pain, the memories flooding back into him of a day gone by. Part of him regretted what he did, would always regret, he let anger take control of him and wanted revenge against a sick man, and yet part of him felt a complex concoction of relief for what he did, discovering what he had superhumans do, offering them a normal life, a chance at a normal career and instead taking advantage of them. It made him sick to his stomach even now.
“Hi, how can I...” The woman's voice trailed off as she looked up, smiling before she seemed to furrow her brows, Luke looked slightly concerned. “Excuse me, have I seen you before? You were here yesterday, right?” Luke nodded. The woman looked saddened. “Oh god, I'm so sorry.” Luke furrowed his brows.
“Sorry?” He repeated as he saw the woman glancing at something, looking in its direction he saw an older man, sitting alone with a newspaper. His heart skipped a beat at the headline of the front page; 'Renowned photographer Thomas Yates found dead in apparent suicide', with the man's familiar face plastered on paper, smiling.
“Yeah, I saw you with him, it's a shame,” Luke nodded at the woman's words, hiding his guilt as she went back to a warm and gentle smile, clearly wanting to change the topic. “Sorry, erm...What can I get you today?” Luke thought about what he wanted, feeling more thirsty than anything and he had plenty of water in his rucksack, a pang of regret filled him as he heard the television facing the serving desk spout more news about the death of the “renowned photographer”, the suicide trick worked. Luke glanced back at the woman serving, he reminded himself to let sleeping dogs lie. That wasn't the type of hero he was, nor the type he wanted to be, it was just a type that unfortunately found itself warping into reality, a haze of anger that he hoped not to encounter again, a part of him feared that he would anyway, sooner or later, even he recounted his words and wondered who they were truly meant for.
“I'll have a large caramel macchiato please.”
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Aug 22, 2016 22:18:35 GMT
- Dave, The Writer's apartment - Two things were remarkably strange to Dave as he started to come back to consciousness. For one, his living room seemed to be covered in a thick fog and there were two blurry police officers talking with slurred voices. It would seem that they at first talked to each other with lower whispers, but as Dave came to he could definitely hear one of them try to get his attention. Slowly but surely the fog dissipated and one of the two officers came clearer into view as they were hunched over him slightly. “Sir, can you tell me your name?” “John Smith,” he said and smiled meekly. The police officers exchanged concerned glances, so he tried again less jokingly. “Dave Smith.” “Do you know how you hit your head?” “I hit… my head?” Dave blinked; now that he thought about it, he couldn’t remember what happened last night, just Hattie’s smiling face as she opened her door and looked back at him with a genuinely happy expression. At first Dave smiled at this thought, but he quickly frowned as he stared up at the ceiling- last night? Didn’t they ask if he was here last night when they came in to the apartment? At least Dave vaguely thought he remembered they did as he continued to stare at the ceiling; by now he was almost 100 percent sure he was lying on the couch in his living room. The older, male police officer was holding a phone while the female sat beside him on his low cheap dining table and tried their best to get his attention. “Do you remember anything from before you hit your head?” “Urrgh. No, no-“ Dave tried to sit up, but by lifting his head even an inch the room started spinning around like a carousel. “Err, or yes- I remember Hattie. I invited her to come around for dinner at.. err.. six.. o’clock…” Dave’s voice started to mull down into low mumbles and he drifted away again. The two police officers glanced at each other, and the woman sat beside Dave furrowed her eyebrows as she looked around his messy apartment. It wasn’t downright dirty, but it clearly bore the mark of a messy bachelor’s place. “Are they sending an ambulance?” “It might seem we will have to get him down to the car and drive him to the hospital. It’s still pretty chaotic up there.” The female, having earlier cleared some space to sit down on the dining table next to Dave, rose up and walked over to her colleague who looked concerned. He made a quiet comment of the state Dave was in. “You know, it would seem somebody struck him from behind and put him back in bed- did you see the stain? It looks like he’s been bleeding for quite some time. No wonder he’s dizzy.” The woman glanced over her shoulder to Dave at her colleague’s words, “Yeah, he got a pretty bad bump… But his breath though- he reeks of alcohol; it’s not unlikely he hit his head and stumbled back in bed.” The male shrugged and spoke with a hint of disbelief. “He collapsed after walking, what;“ He looked from the entrance door to Dave’s bedroom door, “twenty feet? If he hit his head, he did it in here yet there’s not a single bloodstain anywhere apart from his pillow.” The female police officer rolled her eyes and though her words were sarcastic they didn’t reach beyond skin deep. “My, aren’t you becoming quite the Sherlock.” “Eh, you learn to notice things- like, look at his stubble. If I invited Hattie Bellcrest for dinner I would have made time to set myself straight; or at the very least shave and get a fresh set of clothes- even if it was just in my dreams.” At this point the woman furrowed her eyebrows and folded her arms in front of her chest. She had a hunch what her partner might be thinking and she didn’t really agree with him. “So what are you saying?” “I don’t think he had anything with what happened in that apartment, but maybe he saw or heard someone.. unless he really is just a drunken author.” “Aah, so just because he writes books he can’t brutally stab someone?” “You know that’s not what I’m saying. Besides, she was beat up pretty badly. Just look at him.” He walked over to Dave and pointed at his clean hand and then the other covered in Dave’s own blood, giving his colleague a patronizing look. “Not a single scratch and he obviously doesn’t train regularly. He would barely have managed to take a jab at her face, let alone push a kitchen knife into her ribcage- after all she had superpowers to stop him with.” The woman pursed her lips and looked down at Dave; she guessed he did look rather.. innocent? Pathetic? Or easy to stop? “But so far this is all presumptions.” “Yeah.. But they’re only my educated guesses… And unless she wakes up, if she wakes up, we won’t know for sure what happened. Come on, help me get him to the car. He’s getting paler by the minute.”
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Post by VirtueNco on Aug 23, 2016 4:23:19 GMT
>> ARES << As the Wastelanders prepared a camp among the hills, Ares stood to the side. He should be helping, but other matters were filling his mind. He watched as his brothers- and sisters-in-arms prepared shelters, temporary huts crafted from the surplus supplies of their work in renovating the Citadel. The former chieftain smiled genuinely as a sense of nostalgic pride touched his heart. The scene reminded him of home. A stout man carrying a bundle of timber waddled past slowly, off balance slightly, and Ares gave him a nod as he added his own strength to the weight. The man thanked him, and they brought the wood the remaining dozen-or-so metres to the stockpile. As the weight left his shoulders, Ares brushed his face with his hands, the morning light hidden for a moment before peeking through the gaps in his fingers. I should probably tell my plans to the Heartanians. A few of them may like to keep an eye on me.As a new task crossed his mind, Ares rolled his shoulders and waved to get the attention of the nearest Wastelander. "If anyone asks for me, tell them I've gone to the Citadel. I need to speak to a few people about where we're going next." The swordswoman nodded, barely stopping to listen as she towed a rope to presumably hold together a structure. This practical, straightforward nature of his kin comforted Ares; he'd spent enough time around the schemers and planners of the world that being back among his own and their simple demeanours was very refreshing. Deciding that his notice to one fellow was enough, Ares broke off from the camp, walking at an above-moderate pace to reach the Citadel gates. The first person he should talk to, he concluded, should be the one who had given him his first opportunity to redeem himself. As he reached the guards at the entrance, he bowed gently in respect. "Excuse me, I'm looking for a certain Miss Winters." = An Unknown Location = "The snake in the grass has been brought. Shall we lead her in?" "Go ahead." Ebony doors opened, casting a wide triangle of light over the six shrouded figures sitting in a raised semicircle above ornate floor carvings. Guards wielding alien weapons led a shackled and hooded prisoner into the room, forcing her to her knees in the centre of the great theatre. Her emerald gown, once beautiful and shimmering, was worn and dull, the darkness of the room doing the sunlight-reflecting pattern no favours. The guards pulled the hood from her head, revealing a pretty yet tormented face beneath. Sin Shaman was above being held prisoner, above being prosecuted in a world she did not understand. This was an outrage, but in her given situation little could be done to amend it. Instead, all she could do was sulk. "You are not of our kind." one of the six spoke, firm and yet strangely distant. Offended by her mistreatment, the Shaman spat back with sarcasm. "Really? What was your first clue?" Another responded, shutting down the remark. "For what purpose were you in our city? A spy sent by our enemies?" Shaman shuddered as the huge doors slammed behind her back, leaving her alone with her interrogators. Despite the noise, however, she kept her resolve and refused to look away from the creatures in front of her. "I know nothing of what you are, other than the barbaric treatment your prison wardens subjected me to. I am a lady of elegance, I should not be shackled and left to rot in a dark room." A third of the beings spoke out. "You exaggerate. We held you for two hours at most. Barely an appropriate sentence for an Ascendant spy." He ears pricked. Ascendant... what is this now?"I am no Ascendant. I don't even know what an Ascendant is." "A likely story," the first spoke again, "Why else would you be found investigating our city streets?" Shaman ran her fingers through her tussled hair, catching on a few tangles along the way. "Because I am not of your world," Although deception was only natural to the sorceress, this situation seemed to call for raw honesty. She may have been proud to a fault, but that didn't mean she was foolish. "Can you not tell I am a different race to you altogether?" The beings muttered among themselves. Shaman, sure that she had delivered a good argument, smirked. However, the smile faded into an expression of curiosity as she picked up some of the prosecutors' conversation. "Perhaps... they've done it?" "Impossible. We know for a fact our magic is ahead." "But our spies told us of a sudden discharge of power from their elders. Perhaps they finished the ritual ahead of time?" "Maybe... but she doesn't look like a Champion..." The muttering grew softer, and after a minute of discussion the beings turned their attention back to their captive. "You do not look like an Ascendant, but that is no proof of your innocence. We will continue to hold you until a verdict is reached." Shaman furrowed her brow, her temper boiling as the guards returned to drag her away. She lost face, a tantrum exploding forth. "No... how dare you? I am the Shaman of Sin, grand sorceress! My power is paramount, my elegance absolute!" The doors closed, leaving the six to ponder their prisoner. "Is it at least possible? Do the Ascendants have their Champion?" "Even if it they did, she is not it. I sensed none of our enemies' magic within her." "Then why do we keep her?" "Because we still don't know who she is. If we let her free, she could be a danger to all Revenants." "We must find out more about this sorceress, about the meaning of her appearance. We cannot allow ourselves to be complacent in this matter." "Agreed. We convene on the morrow."
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Post by AlexJ on Aug 23, 2016 12:59:41 GMT
ELIZABETH CHASE | NEMESIS Heartania | The Citadel 2nd December 2063 | Morning Elizabeth studied Mira's face for a moment. The flicker of her eyes, the folds of her mouth, the subtle movements from breathing. She knew there was more that Ms. Winters was hiding, though something in her gut told her that she was more a friend to the DA's office than she was the Citadel. She had no desire to press the woman further, if not out of kindness then out of convenience: she couldn't risk making the precarious investigation even more precarious. At this point, Monica had made some good distance, though she was still visible from behind, and Elizabeth had begun to feel a cold stare creep upon her. A simple turn of the head found its source: Claudia Kramer. Her face was blank, though the eyes looked... harrowed. Can't trust anyone but yourself these days. She sighed, and returned her attention to Mira once more, "See the Chief?" She gestured her head toward Johnson to ensure the two were on the same page, "Any idea where she may be going? From the looks of your former colleague, it must be about something gravely important."
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Post by iCaramelBird on Aug 23, 2016 17:15:39 GMT
- THE QUEEN OF ROSES -
Mira cast her mind back to the fleeing Little Mice as she glanced at the police chief continue to walk away, she read Elizabeth having some more confidence that the woman believed her as opposed to try and seek out whatever other lies she was masking. She knew now, as she realized the direction in where a lot of the Little Mice were going, that her mind continued to peruse through the last two months and she knew now exactly where they were going. Mira cursed under her breath, taking one sharp glance back at the police chief before looking across towards Elizabeth, she had no idea as to why but she felt like out of the people here, the woman across from her was one she was more than likely going to have to trust.
“I would say it would be the Vault,” revealed Mira, her tone casual, pretending to play this off as if it were common knowledge though in the back of her mind she knew this wasn't. If anything, Elizabeth would only follow and find out about the Vault and add Mira's blatant lie to the list if she didn't pin up the information here and now, but with so many Little Mice and who else heading in that direction, Mira could only assume that they were either hiding there until the investigation was over, or even worse, they were escaping. “I wouldn't go down there without Miss Kramer, she can show you around,” added Mira, looking around and seeing no sign that Claudia was following the chief of police, only unsettling her nerves that this investigation was going to drag on.
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Post by Mikeyphenplays on Aug 23, 2016 20:11:42 GMT
A man was walking to work twirling his keys and whistling to the music he was listening to he turned to a side of a door and but a key in the a little box unlocking it, pulling it open he sorted through his keys as he a different key in the lock and turned it as he tapped his foot top the music the shutters started to rise making a loud grinding noise from all the water damage over the years, as this happened he turned his music up so it almost drowned it out once the shutter had gone all the way up he pulled the key out and fiddled through them again to find the one he needed to unlock the door, once unlocked he opened it and went in stepping on something that broke under his foot but he didn’t hear it as the music was too loud at this point, turning around and looking at the floor he saw a few shards of broken glass and looked up to see a pile of his electronic good all in one place with a strangle lump wrapped up in something that looked similar to his rain awning above his shop, squinting his eyes and turning to look out the window his eyes widened as he saw it had been smashed and something broke through, "oh no this can’t be happening..." he said as he pulled his headphones off suddenly the electronics around the awning started to turn on the man turned around and saw that the awning was moving, "Shhh I’m trying to sleep.. I had a adventure last night, did lost of stuff... lots of stuff" Joltz said as she moved the awning off her head and went back to sleep, "hey how did you get in here!?, and what about the alarm?" the man shouted as he saw Joltz rolling over, "oh.. the Buzzy thing, I stopped that" she said as she pointed to the alarm system as it had black marks around it, walking over most of the electronics the man made his way to the back of the desk to grab the phone "I’ve had enough of this I’m calling the police" he said picking up the phone, "'groan', no you’re not..." Joltz said as he placed her hand on the floor and sent a current to the phone causing it to blow up "Whoops forgot I could do that" Joltz said as she slumped her head back on the home made pillow, "you better get out, I er... I have a gun" the man said as he looked over to the right "'groan' fine I’ll get up" Joltz said as she slowly picked herself up off the floor, getting on her knees she stretched her arms up high and screwed up her face a little stretching her arms out she absorbed all the power in the shop turning off all the electronics she turned on when she woke, "AH, that’s better... ok bye" she said as she jumped off the home made bed and headed to the door, stopping herself she held on to the door handle "Whoops almost forgot something" she said with a menacing grin
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Aug 24, 2016 20:49:29 GMT
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- Jade Blythe - Jade quivered a bit at Starlass’ words, suddenly breathing heavier as she unexplainably felt her heart gallop away in her chest. She placed her top hat on her bed and brought her hands up to her head, covering her ears as a suddenly bright noise threatened to split her skull open. With a pained squeal, she shut her eyes tight in confusion as the sound seemed to come from the inside of her head. Just as sudden as the noise had made an entrance it disappeared. Jade felt a hand gently caress at her cheek and carefully opened her eyes to see the shock of her life. The living ghost of Jonathan Kramer. She sat still, paralyzed, as his hollow voice echoed through her head, inaudible to anyone but the terrified teenager. “Thank you, for saving me.” Jade breathed quickly and panicked, staring into the face who’d caused so many deaths, almost including her own, but he was still smiling. His words sent shivers down her spine and she wanted to scream, call for Starlass, anything- but she couldn’t take her eyes off him or even answer as he spoke again. “The end is near,” the shadow of the Broker leaned forwards to plant a kiss at her forehead, while Jade started hiccing uncontrollably, “I love you.” And like fog to the sun, he was gone by the second time she blinked her eyes. Jade tumbled over to the side and laid in a ball on the bed, still hugging her knees as her abnormal breathing pattern continued with gasps and hics. Right now she was blind to the fact Starlass and Alex was even there.
~ Snowflake + Felix - Snowflake glanced back at Inferno and her kid, and continued with a cheerful smirk. “Ferny’s got a kid—“ The bullet which pierced Snowflake’s skull was swift and painless, entering from the side of her temple. The echo of the gunshot rang out like a loud sneeze above Inferno and Lucy’s heads, not giving any clear indication of where the killer was located. Lorraine Norwood hit the ground hard, giving the world a final blank stare as her mind shut down. On a nearby rooftop sat a little boy with white brittle hair and green eyes, hunched down as he heaved anxiously. In his hands he held a sniper rifle, the very one who just fired at his sister and hit its target just like it had hit its previous one; the butler lying next to him with a lifeless grin on his face. Felix breathed heavily, not looking back at the horrible deed he had just done- he kept telling himself she deserved it. She deserved it. ’She deserved it.’With quaking steps he kept hunched down as he made his way past the Norwood’s dead servant, giving him only a last glance as he crawled away to find his next target. If he really was to stop everything his parents stood for… ..well, he would have to kill them and anybody like them- and what better city to start in than Heartania?
- Leona Fowler - “Oh my god,” Leona shuddered and sobbed as she buried her face into Hadar’s fur, “I’m so sorry Hatty. W-what have I done?” With the blood stained knife lying in her sink, she cried helplessly at the mess she had made; thanks to her, Hatty was in critical condition in the hospital. In the heat of the moment she had lashed out with a knife… But it wasn’t as if Hatty didn’t deserve it, right? She did, right? Why else would Leona have gone to such extreme measures? Leona whimpered and hugged her tiger, finally remembering why she had grabbed the knife and pushed it through her friend’s ribcage. With a hushed whisper she muttered inaudibly for only her beloved pet to hear: “Harr Git, I bet I fooled y'all.”
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Post by AlexJ on Aug 24, 2016 21:56:50 GMT
ELIZABETH CHASE | NEMESIS Heartania | The Citadel 2nd December 2063 | Morning Elizabeth nodded. She would have preferred to get more information out of Mira, but she knew that the woman in front of her wouldn't budge so easily, and at the present time she had more important things to attend to. "To be sure," She spoke with a rather bland tone, whilst reaching into her coat pocket to produce a business card, "I should be on my way, then: if you want to contact me, my number is on the card. Thank you for your time, Ms. Winters." She gave a quick smile, then spun round and approached Claudia with even more speed. She hoped Kramer would snap out of whatever made her so spaced, and that she would now decide to cooperate. It would be nice to have someone who would do so without fail. When she stood with a respectable distance in front of her, she spoke to Claudia with a professional tone, "It seems Chief Johnson is making her way to the Vault. Why don't you show me the way there? If you're feeling particularly kind, you can even tell me more about it on the way."
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Post by Arbor on Aug 25, 2016 0:10:10 GMT
Ragno Money always spoke, as did the application of pressure in the right places- Ragno was proud of his ability to make people move fast. It had only taken half an hour to get a phone to Brendan Foley's cell, and moments more to ensure his quiet escape. All it required was the assassin taking on the contract, and he would be released to the world. When word reached him that Foley was able to speak, he personally took up the call. "Mr Foley, it is a pleasure to talk to you once again." His voice was masked, of course, but it was no lie. This was a man he had taken on contracts before. He had never failed. "The Syndicate has a job for you, one that needs your touch. Your time in jail may be about to end, Mr Foley!" Reaver Just as she was about to answer the battered warrior before her, Snow sent a message through that caught her attention. She ignored it in the moment, although she was indeed excited to here what amused her over Inferno. What had the hot-headed fool done now? Pulling her mind away, she return to the matter at hand- what she wanted from the Vipers, and whether they were willing to take opportunities granted. "Well, given the amount you people suffered out there, I thought you really deserved at least one night out of the line of fire." She answered with a shrug, conscious that there were more than one pair of eyes on her. These people knew all too well who she was. "As for what you can do for me? Well... That rather depends on what you're doing from here on in. Your boss, I'm afraid to say, is dead, and his work is over. Do any of you have anything left to do? Or are you in need of... New employment?"
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Post by LHudson on Aug 25, 2016 13:04:37 GMT
DR. ADRIAN COOPER He woke up, a little shocked after another rough night but still functional. It wasn't easy sleeping down underground, too claustrophobic, but a necessary evil in order to protect himself and what ties him to earth. He leaned up, the HUD activated, and told him everything he needed to know. Prosthetic at 100% capacity, a reminder to continue the project, and a snapshot of the news. Stupid man, he thought to himself, as Wolfram had unleashed another one of the ungodly monsters he made onto the unsuspecting people. He could just confront him about it, though he was made aware of another, far more successful creation, the one he witnessed above the bridge yesterday. Two of Rhys' most dangerous enemies were now out of the picture, and now with the knowledge that he's on the inside, it's only a matter of time before the madman's proposed plan would go into action. He needed to clear his mind, the unpleasantness of yesterday didn't help one bit, and even a shower and changing into more casual gear for what he would think would be an unremarkable day in an office that he hated. He wanted to leave, and he knew how, but his overseer still has that kill-switch and this place was too airtight controlled to get an opportunity. Until then, he will bide his time. He ate his breakfast as he looked at the environment around him. Test subjects, failed creations, all on the pipeline of death, and the people above are completely unaware of the extent at large. They'll either die in ignorance, or they would live within a world where no one would feel save.
BRENDAN FOLEY Ragno."About time someone call me, do you know what it's like down here?" He needed to keep it casual, don't let Gallows suspect anything. "I only have a bar to keep me in shape and this book I've read is neat, but it's the only book I've had for two years." He dropped on the bed. "I only talk to the guy overwatching me, and one of the two is a complete tosser." Gallows gave him a look from the top of the cell, though Foley quickly assured him that his partner was the one he was referring to. He liked Gallows, cool guy. "It's like being in a sensory deprevation chamber, no music, no colour, just the Three Kingdoms to draw imagination from, and even then there is only so far the imagination can take you." He laid on the bed spread out. "Tell you what, it's refreshing to talk to someone else for a change, nice alien voice compared to what I've had for two years, can't even make outgoing calls it's that strict!" He coughed. "But enough about me, how about you? Been two years!"
BENEDICT STRAHM The bar was empty, and within one of the cubicles sat a man drowning his sorrows with alcohol and ice cream. He thought it would help, it normally did, but the numbing pain he has felt since he heard the news was near comparable to what he went through during him time at school. The news coming in, the emptiness being horrifying, and the crushing reality that they had a lot more left to give. Jon was too young to leave now, and he could only imagine what Claudia is going through. Losing a crutch like that isn't the most desired thing in the world, but he would be there if she needed him. "You in here Ben?" Andras had returned, but Ben didn't give an answer. He was drowning in his sorrows as the speech repeated on the news on one of the establishments monitors. Andras rushed to Ben, inspecting the alcohol. "Clean Skull Vodka? You know how strong this is?" Ben nodded, it was why he chose it in the first place. "Why are you drink at this ti--" The television repeated the crucial part of the speech, the harrowing words of his distressed sister delivering the news no one wants to deliver. Ben only closed his eyes once again. "Ben...I--" "Don't be, it was after it was over and was caused before you arrived." Another scoop. "You did your best." He opened his eyes to see Andras kneeling, looking at Ben with concern. "You're going to need help to get through this, beyond ice cream, beyond any drinks, beyond cigarettes. You need some time to collect, to get focused." Andras changed his posture, more relaxed. "Did I ever tell you how I was trained?" Ben nodded. "Well, they instruct us to put all emotion aside in order to better focus on the job, the central goal, for the 'good of everyone around them.' Practicality comes first over morality I was taught. It's bad teaching, very bad in fact, but the point is that dwelling on those emotions will not get you anywhere. It's not helpful to you, it's not helpful to the people around you, and it means that at the end of the day everything will be far more negative. You need time to mourn for your family, but doing it while getting shitfaces and fat isn't going to help." Ben cracked a smile at the last sentence, and he looked at Andras, redeyed and broken. "Thank you Andras." He took a moment to think. "Could you...watch the door, I need to do something important for a few." Andras also smiled, before taking his leave to the front door, back to work. Ben looked down on the table, one last scoop left, one to be ignore. He laid on his side and shut his eyes. The night was rough, he needed to at least catch up.
JESSICA PAIGE The package was on the table. "This it?" asked Jessica, a little grouch from the morning. "Just the tester, the main shipment will come this afternoon, enough to fill the compound then some." "Excellent," replied Jessica, before opening the package. There it was, the key to controlling San Cenestra, the blood that flowed through it's veins, and what allowed her to bring everyone to their knees. She had an uphill battle, but at least she had the means to stab the city in it's side. Several sachets, no larger than a sugar packet, contained the key ingredient. Red Sand, God's gift to the world. One packet open, lick of her fingers, and a light dab to test it out. She knew how to control her doses, but the question would be would the city be open of the substance. For now, she needed it testing. She rubbed the contents on the lower half of her gums, and saw the effects. The world, this glorious world we live in, so...driven, desired, the end goal. The world had brightened but the colours also overflowed. The speed of it was slow, and the pleasure that shivered through her spine was near unimaginable. But as soon as it started, it ended. Part of her wanted to go back, but she shouldn't. She needs to be in the real world. "Can we get this in one of our coffee houses?" "I can take it there now, we spike?" "At first, then we'll sell them individually." The time had come. It was time to take the city.
NATASHA MCCALL The sun had risen, the red waters below the cliffs gave off a coastal mist. Felt fitting, and it was something that was needed after yesterday. She took a look at the city behind the hills. An entity, so far away yet held the power, and now with that power crippled it could only mean bad news. On the other hand she had a friend, a true friend, one that helped her when she was at the end of the line. Her phone went off and she briefly checked, smiling to herself. "I'm going to stay," she said. "And I want you by my side."
CLAUDIA KRAMER She was heading towards the Vault, but why? What did she... The DA had inquired to her, both about the Vault and why that might be a point of interest, but this was a game that was give and take, and without her permission Monica touched her. "Actually, I have a question, one that I would need the answer to fully understanding." She cracked her neck. "Why did Miss Johnson grabbing my shoulder send her into something I could only describe as an epileptic fit?" She likely had better words, but now wasn't the time to think of better methods of delivery.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Aug 25, 2016 18:32:30 GMT
- THE VIPER -
Rick glanced at the woman for a moment, holding her stare as he glanced around to the murmur of approval from the remaining Vipers, he had to admit he was needing work and knowing that practically he was a major criminal by now with nowhere to go, he thought about it seriously. Part of him desired to bring the Vipers back, to try again and hope for the best. Yet at the same time, his furrowed brows met the eyes of the men and women around him, knowing that he wasn't to lead them, not like before. He barely felt anything hearing Acchilleus was dead, he saw it before, the literal firepower that occurred on the ice and seemed to melt him away from the corporeal world. At the same time, rubbing his own chest where he still felt the sensitive area of being shot, feeling himself almost flinch slightly as he continued to wonder what really happened to him on the battlefield. He nodded.
“I think we're all curious about some new employment,” answered Rick, glancing around to see the many nods from the Vipers around him, even calling themselves Vipers seemed to be a remnant of the past by now, it just seemed that they were people, and in his lifetime Rick learned that a lot of people in this kind of business were expendable. He kept fiddling with the gun, still making sure that it was at its best condition as he continued to focus on Reaver, simply using his own hands without looking to guide him through every notch and crevice before he finished with reloading the AK one last time, finally having it feel comfortable and right in his hand. What he witnessed at the battle was horrific, but Rick knew he had seen worse and whatever demons that kept him up at night were no benefit to him, he wasn't going to stay alive focusing on those, not for long anyway. He felt as if there was some uneasiness, that the people who saw the bloodshed around him still weren't exactly keen on getting back into business, and he could hardly blame them. Some of them were citizens only months ago and now had signed up and thrown their lives away, it wasn't as if there was much of a choice. “I think we're all in agreement, what did you have in mind?”
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Post by AlexJ on Aug 25, 2016 20:48:07 GMT
ELIZABETH CHASE | NEMESIS Heartania | The Citadel 2nd December 2063 | Morning For a supposed heart of intrigue and well-dressed words; Ms. Kramer's were rather unfiltered. She spoke as if she had some manner of authority, and yet she allowed the woman in front of her to know about the private moment she had shared with the chief. Elizabeth wondered if it was a mistake on Claudia's part, or whether it was purely intentional, though ultimately it had no relevance. She cocked her head ever so slightly to the right, her brown locks falling in kind, forcing her to gently push behind her neck the side of her hair that would otherwise droop over her face. She had heard rumours that the Chief possessed some superhuman ability, though she had never felt the need to investigate further. However, at that time: it became important. If Monica had gotten vital information through the use of some ability, then it would cause complications in the courtroom; if it ever came to that. But Claudia didn't need to know any of that. "Beats me," she answered, with her hand on her hip as she looked out into the hallway, "If you want to get to the bottom of it, you'll want to lead me to the Vault so you can ask the Chief herself."
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Aug 25, 2016 22:11:09 GMT
- Leona Fowler - When Leona opened her eyes one fact seemed as impossible as it was real: The world around her was made of cotton. The material was soft to the touch and as she sat up in the vast white field it became clear that the fluffy substance surrounded her until the very edge of the horizon, or at the very least as far as her eyes could see. Anyone who woke up like this might be astonished if they’d never experienced this state before, but Leona remained calm as she felt strangely familiar with the odd wonderland. She stood up, finding it relatively easy to balance upon the cushion-like surface, and looked around for anything that was different or out of the ordinary, which could tell her not where she was, but why she was in this dreamlike world. But there as she absorbed her environments there was nothing. Not a sign of a memory, a sound, even a breeze which could direct her out of the place Leona now was trapped in yet cherished most of all; her mind. ’It really is so much bigger on the inside. It’s been a while since I was in here.. Hmm, maybe I’m asleep?’ With cautious steps she started walking in the uneven terrain, not setting herself any particular goal but to keep walking forwards. ’If this really is a dream I’ll wake up sooner or later.. but if not… Hmm. I should keep my eyes open; it’s in this state that my mind works best, solving clues and problems which I normally can’t manage to do when I’m awake. Maybe there’s a reason I’m here… Hmm, if only I knew why…’Continuing her quiet rambling to herself, she set off into the unknown cotton fields inside her mind in hopes of finding the reason she was there in the first place.
~ Snowflake ~ Snowflake glanced back at Inferno and her kid, and continued with a cheerful smirk. “Ferny’s got a daughter! The situation was resolved, soo.. Well,“ she coughed briefly and looked at Inferno and her kid, ”I’ll be heading to the city, while mother and daughter can go get some quality time together. I know, I still don’t even believe it, and they’re standing right in front of me! Haha! Anyway, I’ll see ya~”She ended the message and looked at the pair; it was such a strange thing to see Inferno have a mini-version of herself that Snowflake almost started laughing again. She kept it in and started walking away; she needed to find a suitable vehicle to get her in to Heartania and couldn’t spend the rest of her time looking at the unbelievable pair. “Well, don’t just stand around here and mope the rest of the day; go and have some fun! I’m sure Joltz is lurking around somewhere if you need someone to play with~ Later~”
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Post by Yabvi on Aug 26, 2016 17:49:29 GMT
Monica stood face to face with the Vault; The Citadel's hub of weapons for "The Chasers." and some evidence that could amount to charges against anyone involved. Most people who were involved anyways. From her dive into Claudia Kramer's memories she flicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she'd need physical id. Monica could rip through the Vault, it would take her a bit but she could do it. For now, she'd have to wait till Claudia Kramer arrived to do it for her.
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Inferno lunged at Snowflake at the mention of her leaving, her arms wrapping tightly around Snow's waist. "Please..." She muttered, "Don't leave me." The voice didn't sound like Inferno's typical harshness, this sounded more sincere with a hint of sharpness. Lucy stared at her Mother, walking over and stroking her mother's hair,
"Mum, it's okay. I'm here." Lucy gave her mother a hug; It had been many years since she had seen her, and Lucy felt a pang of guilt and sadness as she watched her mum. Lucy always recalled the days she sat in her mother's arms, her mother brushing her hair. The Tv would play quietly, but that was never the important parts, it was always the time she spent with her mother that was important.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Aug 26, 2016 18:59:38 GMT
~ Snowflake ~ Snowflake stood perplexed for a second as Inferno hugged her; this was so unlike any normal reaction from the fierce woman that Snowflake first instinct was to shove her away- but hearing the change of voice made her uncertain. She felt somewhat annoyed and looked up the road they'd come from, trying to think of a way to shake off Inferno and her child before she could get on her way. “Inferno, I’m going to put this as nicely as possible; I’m going to look for.. him,” she said and glanced at Lucy, “and since you’ve made it pretty clear what you think about me and what happened to him, consider it generous that I’m willing to waste even more time to follow you back to base from here. I'm not going to follow you around like some cheap body guard while you two have a mother and daughter day, even if I'm going in to the city. What will you do?”
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