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Post by iCaramelBird on Oct 8, 2016 0:41:42 GMT
- HUNTER -
Pearly white clouds swooned through the sky overhead as the tension seemed to die in just a flash, leaving Luke breathless as he continued to stare at the woman somewhat relieved by the woman’s temptation to come to his aid. A part of him wanted to deny her the burden, to push her away, but at the same time, he wondered if the woman needed help too, glancing back down at the small figure that was behind her. The winds in the empty streets howled and glistened their bitter tune past his ears. Luke sighed, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin as he slowly nodded. He almost furrowed his brows slightly, curious as to why the woman had made her decision, and yet glad she did so all the time, as he shivered from the chilly winds that continued to howl against them.
“Lead the way,” His voice was weaker than expected, surprise still caught within his tone, it was the type of surprise that felt genuine relief, some type of appreciation that he thought would be absent throughout the rest of the day. Luke decided to step forward slowly, reaching down and finding his hand grasp around the somewhat heavy weight of the gun, keeping his brown eyes upon her hazel ones, making sure that he didn’t provoke her again. He felt the gun back in its rightful place, Luke was still tense as he simply stood, waiting for the woman’s next move.
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Post by Adam on Oct 9, 2016 0:50:14 GMT
EMMA FITZGERALD Street - Morning
Her eyes lingered on the man as he retrieved his gun. Her fingers danced around the trigger of her own pistol as he moved but she ultimately relented. Turning her back on him for a moment, Emma reached her hand out to take that of Edward. She took a knee beside her son and spoke to him. "I told you he was a goodie!" Edward chirped, easily in the man's earshot. "Yes. Yes." Emma chuckled, aware of the man hearing them, "You were right." "So are we going to help him?" "Yes!" she smiled with a hush, talking in a childish tone, "We're going to make him as good as new." "Yay!" Excitedly, Edward pushed past his mother and rushed over to the man. "Hello!" he grinned, "My name's Edward."
APOLLO | Jay Hearne Kathy's - Morning "We haven't got wine but how about a toast to new friendships with coffee instead." As Kathy left them to their food, Jay took a bite out of his panini and swallowed it enthusiastically. It had been a while since he'd eaten at all. Honestly, Jay could barely afford this meal with his limited budget, but so far it had been worth the future monetary stress. "Uh-" Jay stuttered, turning away from his food as her message alerted him back to her, "Of course. Old fashioned, but I like it!" He placed his panini down upon the plate and took his coffee cup firmly in his hand, raising it toward Haley for a toast.
BACKLASH | Mason Vance Highrise - Morning "Alf is... Alf. Less gloomy than before, and prone to give you lectures about being reckless... not unlike myself I suppose. I'm sure he'll be pleased to meet you." "I'll have to pay him a visit while I'm here." Mason stood in silence as the harsh winds coarsed past them. A silence ensued. "Any crimes need thwarting?"
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Post by iCaramelBird on Oct 9, 2016 1:22:56 GMT
- HUNTER -
Luke couldn’t help but smile as he heard the boy talking to his mother, he knew he was one of the heroes, one of the people that was actually trying to do good in the city. He just felt like now, he was failing at being that good that the city needed. Luke took one glance upwards, back towards the rooftops and grey skyline of the city to see the imposing steel fortress of The Tower. He had only been there once, and he didn’t get to exactly get acquainted with other heroes there, not even during the past two months. But he knew for a fact that with The Citadel gone, he could rest assure that there were other heroes out there that could do better, that would make sure people would be safe in the city.
He stepped forward, almost bumping into the small boy that came up to greet him, smiling down at him.
“Hi Edward, my name’s Luke,” greeted Luke as he began stepping closer towards the woman, he was still somewhat shaken up but the woman clearly seemed to trust him, at least to some varying extent, and that was more than enough for now. “What about you?” Luke asked, standing next to the woman, a part of him kept his eyes trailing back towards The Tower in the city skylines, as realisation soon dawned on him. There was only one thing inside him, something he had lacked during those three years alone, something which made him crawl through city streets, broken in more ways than one. It was this that made him believe that someday the city would overcome the villains that prowled through the streets and destroyed everything around them; it was hope.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Oct 9, 2016 22:57:02 GMT
The Rooftop “I do not take threats lightly Mr. Cooper, so please;” he brushed off his jacket suit where Cooper had pushed him, “Restrain yourself from any... ’intimidating’ behaviour.” He looked the cyborg up and down, examining who he thought to be Marshal Maleficus himself standing before him, as he weighed his words only a smidge more on the careful side. “I am Reginald, and it is my job to look after that young boy. Why would someone such as yourself be chasing him?” “Because I made a deal.” Snowflake stepped up to the pair now, her face showing confusion as she tried to figure out who to be more angrier with; Cooper, who let Felix slip away, or Reginald, who had just prevented them from catching him. It did not help that the butler seemed slightly bemused as well as amused when her expression turned furious as he partly ignored her, turning to Cooper for confirmation. “Really? Why would, pardon me, The Marshal Maleficus, care to chase after a little youngster?”
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Post by LHudson on Oct 9, 2016 23:23:26 GMT
DR. ADRIAN COOPER He took another look at the horizon, the boy was gone, hiding, but his footsteps would be seen clearly. If this man was seriously assigned to protect the boy then he was doing a pathetic job at it. "You heard her, we had a deal." He looked again at the Tower, the distinctive monolith's silhouette visible to those with the fortune to have access to the roofs. "Blood for blood," he muttered to himself, before turning back to the two of them. "So your idea of looking after the boy is to let him loose in this city?" He started to slowly walk towards the two, though more towards Reginald. "A city full of people who would skin little boys alive, throw them in the sewers, or turn them into monstrosities." He was close. "If you were really looking after the boy you wouldn't let run amok unless you were really that stupid enough." He stopped. "So tell me, what really is your job?"
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Post by Jaminx on Oct 11, 2016 21:07:25 GMT
Haley clinked mugs with Jay before taking a long sip of her coffee. It burnt a little as she swallowed but that was okay. A little scolding wouldn't do much. She sat her mug down and approached the pastry too with some gusto. The chocolate oozed out against the crisp layers. It was good, not the very best thing she had ever had but just right for the price with some extra care on top. It was a shame this would have to be over soon.
She mentally counted out the price of items and gave a small nod when she was happy she had enough. She owed Jay even if this had been a little treat to herself and eyeing the clock on the wall she still had enough time to get back to the studio without having to call up a cab. It was turning out to be a reasonable day after all.
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Post by Arbor on Oct 15, 2016 13:34:50 GMT
Alf Jones Alf's face broke into a wide grin, and he stood back, giving a firm nod. "You don't know how pleased hearing that makes me, my friend." He replied, feeling elation take him. If things kept going this way, this was going to be a fantastic day. "And... This time, I promise not to try to hold you back anymore. You're your own man, and you don't need me trying to mentor or protect you. Perhaps you never did, eh?" He chuckled slightly at that. "It wouldn't have been close to the first time I was wrong. Reaver Lena never could take as much drink as Reaver, and as the criminal watched, she was sure she could already see the slightest sign of a sway in her movements. This was going to go in an entertaining direction fairly soon. "Oh yeah, my civic leadership life." She grinned, thinking back to her busy last few months. Even compared to her exciting life, it had been hectic. "I've been forming a community! One defined by a willingness to commit murder and grand larceny, and ruled with pure genius by yours truly... So less of a community, really, and more of a business opportunity to be honest. We've done some good things for this city, too. Large scale demolition projects, redistribution of wealth programmes, engineering projects into devices that will change the lives of those who come into contact with them, all kinds of good shit like that!"
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Post by Jaminx on Oct 15, 2016 13:37:09 GMT
It had been an interesting arrival in America. The flight over had been cramped and noisy. It seemed to be a constant of aeroplanes that there was always at least one screaming child or a group of rowdy sports fans or the option that had happened this time of a nervous flier who had a panic attack half way across the ocean without anywhere to land in sight. At least they had half calmed down before they bumped onto the tarmac. Valentine felt that the quiet evening air and freedom from the deep stench of fear was worth it. This was a new start after all. They didn't have to fall into old patterns. They breathed in deep letting out clouds of steam once they were past the security tables and other checks. It was all done properly no slipping away through a wall. They could be a proper citizen. Enjoy this new world. Even the flirtatious exchange at the counter where they bought their bus tickets had not aggravated them too much. She was just being nice. No she didn't deserve to be a smear on the pavement for presuming your heart was free for purchase. It had only left them a little shaken as they climbed onto the bus for the long journey cross country to a city of heroes and villains that had even made the nightly news all the way over in their sleepy town. The threat of a hero hanging above them like the Sword of Damocles would be enough surely? Except it wasn't. Valentine sat next to the three corpses in the park shed near the subway station. One was an old park attendant pinned to the wall with a pair of secateurs his eyes were empty holes all the way through his head so that you could see the gloop where his brains dripped under their own weight in their skull. He had died last for peeping in on the couple that had finally driven Valentine to their breaking point.
Hand in hand they had walked every day through the park for the last week. Even when the city fell apart they continued on sickly sweet. Two guys who just loved who they were with. It had started as a twinge of jealousy but also it had been a bit bittersweet. A reminder of happy times and as long as they kept it sweet it was fine. Nothing too intimate out here. They shouldn't have fucked in the shed. Valentine had sat in the park expecting them and then they changed their route, sneaking in when they saw the park attendant leave it open. It was too much. Valentine had to see and then before they knew it they were back on the pier, eyes full of rage as they snapped back to reality with a heart in each hand. Then the attendant had walked back in. It was all over so fast. The only bit that took time was the slow process of building a soft bed for the hearts, piling up bags of soil and draping it in a plastic blue sheet before carefully placing and finally knotting the two lovers back together. Their empty shells were dumped in the corner with no ceremony. No need to care for the shell of a nut after all. "Damn I could do with a cigarette right now." Valentine exclaimed in their slightly gravelly voice, however they stretched shrugging, still a couple of things to do before they chose whether to give into that vice as well. They pushed open the door gently so that it would swing wide catching the attention of the few people who seemed to be milling around. With that done they turned phasing through the back wall with a practiced ease removing all the traces of their presence. The blood of their victims slooshed down the wall where they left a strange couple of large stains surrounded by so many flecks.
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Post by LHudson on Oct 15, 2016 23:30:20 GMT
CLAUDIA KRAMER The three of them were lifted from beyond the Vault, back to the surface and towards their destination. The thought process wasn't being kind for Claudia. What if they see the exit? What if they see the equipment? she thought to herself. Monica would try to implicate Claudia, wanted to demonstrate power, look high and mighty, and taking all the Chaser equipment away wouldn't help Claudia's case. The walk to the server room felt too long. Jon gone, Citadel getting mothballed, and now a possibility that Claudia would be impeached despite the work she did. A horrible mistake, getting into this business, it took away everything from her, and now she would need to go into the shadows to at least recover. The network and becoming the administrator tempted her, but she saw what it would involve. It was self sustaining, and there was no way in hell she would be able to manage it, even if she was given the position by Jonathan. She scanned the keycard into the server room, and opened the door. "Oh...shit!" Claudia shouted, hiding the small thought of relief deep within her. The servers were sparking, lights were flickering like crazy, and static bolts could be seeing crawling over the black blocks of storage. Thank god for the EMP.
BRENDAN FOLEY The Cranberry Factory. Not a bad spot for wealthy egotistic sociopaths to flash their wealth, and for people who aspire to imagine themselves within the confines of the suits. They were nice, but too impractical for Brendan, he preferred ones that were suitable for the job. Just material things, only thing that increases the price is just the label. Brendan knew he wasn't expected, and it was two years since his name was revealed alongside his face, but that was his advantage. Two years, long time for someone to remember him. He walked into the store and immediately went to the customer service counter. "May I help you sir?" said the attendant, slightly french. Brendan leaned in, his back hurt slightly. "I'm looking for Mr Gallows, I'd like to speak with him." "Why?" "Excellent!" he leaned back up. "Where can I find him?" The poor-mans Frenchman was slightly taken aback by the attitude. "Well, I can take a message if you want?" He rolled his eyes. "Tell him 'The Black Whisper would like to meet you.' Those exact words please." He pulled a grin that creased his face, which must've made the poor man too uncomfortable to take him any longer. "One moment please," he said, and started to walk back towards the staff area in a slight hurry. Show time, he started walking behind the man, though was careful to keep some distance between the two. Under his jacket he pulled out a silenced pistol, concealed, hidden, and fired towards the cameras. EMP shots, should keep him hidden for a short time. Camera in front of the door was gone, as well as the one behind it. He slipped through and followed him upstairs. An office maybe? Could be useful to get the work done. Corridor after corridor and firing the remaining shots, still keeping himself at a distance to not get caught until finally, the man knocked on a door. He entered, and Foley stuck his back to the wall to overhear. "Mr Gallows--" "What is it this time Francis?" "There's a gentleman downstairs wanting to see you?" "Doesn't everyone? I don't have time for anyone at anytime." Got the right man.
"He said that 'The Black Whisper' would like to meet you, those exact words." There was a slight pause. "Sounds like a nutjob, tell him I'm not seeing anyone, especially anyone with an attitude like that!" Another pause. "Yes sir." Francis rushed out of the office, good thing too, not noticing Foley next to the door. Foley kept still for a moment before putting the pistol away, trading it for a taser. Action time. He opened the door. "God's sake, kno--" He fired the taser, shaking the man out of his seat and lying still on the ground, alive but shaken. He locked the door before facing Mr Gallows. "So nice to see you again Mr Gallows, shame you don't remember me." Gallows' eyes widened i realisation. "You..." "Put me in the ground? In a prison? Yeah you did." He started his slow approach to the traitor. "You know, I was taught that a transaction involving an assassination required trust on both sides. If that trust is broken, then it'll end badly for one or both sides." Gallows' breathing quickened. "If I remember correctly, you wanted to ensure the killing didn't come back to you, you didn't trust me to do what you paid me to do." He leaned down. "I've done this nearly five thousand times successfully, was that not good enough for you?" "I couldn't let--" Foley's attitude and tone changed. "Yeah yeah yeah, couldn't let the secret out, so you instead wanted me gone." He leaned up. "Thing is, I'm not one to easily disappear. You cost me two years of my life Mr Gallows over this eyesore of a store, and that means you need to pay the price." He put on his headphones and took a look at the exoskeleton surrounding his palm. Slightly steamy, and the black ink showed itself. Music on. Foley smiled and looked down at a panicking Gallows. "Don't worry, you'll live to run this awful business, but I have to be truthful." He knelt down to Gallows and grabbed the scruff of his neck. "I haven't done this in 4 years, and it fucking hurts." The palm of his other hand grabbed the left side of his face, and through the sizzling sound of the ink applying itself to the skin, was the painful screams of Gallows. He knew the rules, and decided to break them.
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Post by iCaramelBird on Oct 16, 2016 22:47:27 GMT
- THE QUEEN OF ROSES -
Mira meandered her way through the watchful eyes of the remaining Little Mice, as she met with her ally, Ares Warbander, both of them perched atop the land of power that had been besieged by blood and battle following yesterday’s events. She stalked through the unkempt dying grass of the courtyard and the snow that mounted it, as a warm smile that clashed with the cold winds was forced upon her face as her eyes met those of her ally. Her icy breath soothingly sprouted from her lips as she shook the warrior’s hand and began to lead him inside, into what she hoped would be a warmer, and at least more physically comfortable domain.
“I never got the chance to thank you yesterday. Your efforts definitely helped,” Mira spoke, her voice blossoming with a softness that even caught her by surprise, she truly did appreciate the valiant warrior riding into battle, but what she heard next seemed to only make a dreadful morning somewhat more bearable. Mira listened intently to the news of Ares Warbander, nodding and punctuating every few words with sounds of approval, evidence that she was clearly paying keen attention to what he was saying. With it, she learned that Ares and his army would be the perfect people to support in Hercules, and with a smile she relayed information back to him.
As the both of them walked through the despondent halls of a Citadel long since gone, Mira, glancing at the time, knew she couldn’t wait any longer and the abrupt interruption this investigation had brought had already sowed seeds within her mind. It was after a short walk, that Mira left The Citadel, for what she hoped would be the last time, as she strolled out with the warrior, the both of them departing in their separate ways. Mira, with a small amount of luggage in the suitcase that had been left in her room, heard the continuous sounds of wheels rolling against the dark stone beneath her before the sound of inner city paraphernalia and tall buildings which stalked the clouds brought her to the near centre of the city. She had a lot of work to do.
Yet as she walked through the streets to spot the familiar Syndicate building, she smiled to herself, knowing that she could finally bask in the victory that she had long awaited, and it was here and now Mira refused to let anyone gain an advantage on her like the experiences that she had endured in the past two months. Now, it was her and Seth, finally together after again, and now plots continued to peruse through her mind. The smile only widened.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Oct 17, 2016 0:05:58 GMT
- The Puppet Servant - “…” Reginald let his eyes drift between Cooper and Snowflake as he measured them both, processing the situation as explained to him. Three words in particular stuck with him from Cooper’s ‘dramatic’ gaze over the city, and though Reginald had no idea what went on inside the cyborg’s head he had to admit he was sharper than the average robot. If Marshal Maleficus had made a deal with his masters’ daughter there had to be a lot more to it than just a blood bound deal; and along with it, even more trouble. “Blood for blood,” Reginald quoted Dr. Cooper, “A fair deal, no doubt, but if you are sworn to fetch that boy I will have to stop you now before you ruin things further.” “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Snowflake hissed, as she so often did when her anger reached a certain milestone. Reginald didn’t mind this one bit and simply gave her a cold piercing glance, frighteningly similar to the ones Snowflake frequently dished out to Inferno or Joltz. “It will seem I have to explain this in further detail.” He sighed and lled his hand over his slick hair-do. “Though I am not at liberty to tell you everything, here is what you must know. One; I am here, keeping an eye on Felix, at your parents request and utmost discretion. This means that the information I am about to give you must not pass on any further.” Not waiting for a confirmation from either of the two, he continued on. “Two; in addition to looking after Felix, I am also here to act as judge on behalf of my employers.” Snowflake’s infuriated glare intensified in tact with the confusion written all over her face. “Judge? What the feck is that supposed to mean?” “Exactly what I told you.” He narrowed his eyes. “There is a lot more at stake here than that young boy’s life. In fact, this is all part of a plan orchestrated by your parents to decide the next confidante in the family’s ranks.” Snowflake’s eyes widened at this as she processed the new information. “They are using Felix as bait?” Snowflake blinked in disbelief at Reginald’s words. “They would never do that.” “Really, now? Out of all the things they’ve done, this is the one thing they wouldn’t do? You seem to have forgotten what they’re capable of.” Reginald coughed gently and returned to his explanation. “To explain it in simpler terms, Mister Maleficus; one of the top assassins in our company was, inconveniently, killed a while back. We need to find a replacement, and thus; the ingenious idea of a hunt was formed by none other than Felix’ parents themselves.” Reginald glanced at Snowflake as he said this, but the woman was stone-faced as she didn’t show any sign of emotion at all. “Many assassins associated with our business were invited to join this race, and now every one of them are hunting him down. The rules are simple; bring Felix back to me, unscathed, by any means possible, and they win. As I’m sure you noticed I t no effort in hiding his tracks; the sooner this thing is over the better- and on top of that, it's not only my eyes keeping careful watch over him but also an unaccounted number of shadows lurking, and waiting to strike but also keep him out of harm's way.” "Now, the question is; what is your position in all this? Since you are not invited or even associated with our company, I'm afraid you won't yield anything for chasing after him- on the contrary, you will risk tting yourself in danger for the sake of your deal. What will you do?"
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Post by Adam on Oct 17, 2016 22:14:47 GMT
ANOMALY | Rory Cross The Tower - Afternoon "Means a lot to finally hear you say that, old timer." Rory beamed, "So fill me in, what's the status update?"
APOLLO | Jay Hearne Kathy's - Afternoon As Jay dabbed the corners of his mouth with a napkin, cleaning the remains of ham and cheese off of him, he looked up to Haley. "Bit pricey, but I'd say it was worth every penny," he smiled, "How about you?"
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Post by Adam on Oct 17, 2016 23:15:49 GMT
While the Shaman of Sin sat comfortably in the dark void of a cell, an emergency meeting was called to order.
A dark room with a violet aura around the entire chamber. A ring of ornate chairs sat across the edge of the round, cave-like court. The court was bustling but deadly silent. Among the many in the room, six sat above the rest, each on thrones jauntily leveled to display class, hierarchy. The figure on the highest pedestal - Grand Lord Orric spoke first, his voice ethereal and booming from underneath hood, his face a lurid, citrine glow.
"Our spies confirm it!"
The voices around the room began to hiss, growl and chant. Though it only took the figure in the second tallest chair - Second Lord Sera - to raise his hand once to drive the room once more into a disturbing, crooked silence.
"The White Menace truly have prepared a Champion."
"How is that possible!" a foreign voice heckled. Immediately the brave figure was met with violence as each of the lower five of the six raised their hands and began to cast chromatic projectiles towards the disturbance.
"Oh?" Orric hushed the rest, "And why is that?" "Our magics are far superior than those of the Menace." "Ah!" Orric smiled a ghastly grin, "You are correct there, my young fiend." The younger figure smiled, satisfied with his contribution, albeit an unwanted one. "It is a shame you simply had to speak... out of turn."
With one flick of a single finger, Orric caused the young disturbance to contort and lurch before the creature simply imploded, its eyes burning a fiery white.
"While our magics are by far the superior," Orric readdressed the court, every member - including the other Lords - instilled with true fear, "The White Menace - The Ascendants - truly have beaten us to preparing a Champion."
Silence. Fear.
"But no matter. The time has come for our own Titan to rise. And He shall be far more powerful than any mere hero our enemy can muster."
Third Lord Frax raised a hand.
"Speak, my underling."
"Shall I begin selection? I am sure there are plenty of worthy deceas--"
"You need not! For I have detained already a soul I deem to be of utmost power, ferocity and will. This soul has spent its equivalent of the last hundred yuons in the deepest circle of Hiraga, burning, suffering, preparing."
Silence. But no fear. The whole room; stunned by this new power.
"Let us begin the ritual. Let us cast aside all moral quarrels that make the Ascendant Champion weak, tempered, restrained. Let us create the ultimate Titan."
One by one each of the 500 court members shut their eyes and began to chant. Slowly a black smog began to coalesce. From the centre of the amphitheater a platform began to shine brightly in a blazing inferno. Rising slowly, the platform's flames began to diminish and in their place - in full view of the entire court - was a man; sunken, bloodied, dark and burned, in chains.
As the court continued to chant the smog continued to grow in thickness, spreading across the room. And then as the tenebrous mist reached completion it began to surge, coursing down the throat of the whimpering human, forcefully, painfully. He began to scream in true, torturous pain as the Grand Lord continued to preach.
"Rise our Titan! Titan of the Moon of Blood! Phobos!"
Over Heartania and it's surrounding cities the sky was obscured by large, black clouds. The sun slowly began to fade, and the moment it turned truly black lightning flashed, revealing a mighty, red moon of Blood towering over all. Thunder roared as if to match the Titan's screams, eclipsing all before finally it ceased. The clouds dissolved and the blood moon was replaced with the simple, bright sun as always as if nothing had occurred.
But Phobos had awakened.
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Post by VirtueNco on Oct 18, 2016 12:18:42 GMT
>> ARES << The warrior watched as the woman who had given him a chance departed. "No, Miss Winters. The gratitude is mine."He'd have given her those parting words, had she not left so abruptly. No matter, though. They would surely cross each other's paths again soon, and he could thank her properly then. Finding his own direction to walk in, he traveled the short distance from the mouth of the ruined bridge to the road leading into Pacify Hills. After ten minutes or so of travel, he'd returned to the Wastelander settlement, greeting his fellows as he entered the clamour of half-built huts. >> STORMCROW << He is awake He slept for so short a time He lay, looking to sleep at last But he is awake
Blood and tide are now one The man who wields fear like a knife is awake
The radiant son stands to meet his fate Two halves of the same coin, soon to face The bloodied warrior stands to meet his fate He Is Awake Karwin's latest prophecy rattled around his mind as he greeted his young companion for what seemed the thousandth time since they met. "Percy! Tell me, any news of this Evie? Do we finally have a day of activity on our hands?"
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Post by iCaramelBird on Oct 19, 2016 13:31:33 GMT
- THE QUEEN OF ROSES -
As Mira continued to walk through the city streets, she paused for just a few moments as she came to view The Safe Zone, from afar. A smile adorned her face, one that she hadn’t worn for the longest time, one that was sinister and mischievous in almost every way, as an excitable rush of emotions flitted through her, to watch what her enemy had created and lost, still standing as a symbol of his defeat. It was only now she realised the full scale of what she had orchestrated, and to some degree was somewhat glad that people weren’t at least evicted out of their homes, though it would make it far too easy to just vilify Claudia if she tried to do anything. She couldn’t believe it, as she stalked through empty streets, that just a few hours ago men in green were marching for a dictator, men were ready to spill blood in the name of nothing. Mira paused once more, taking a last glance at the accursed Safe Zone, and walked away before she found herself walking into the familiar setting of her studio apartment with Seth.
“I’m going to do the interview alone,” she said at once as she let her luggage rest next to the door, whatever little amount of clothes and items in there could wait as Mira instantly brushed past Seth, waiting patiently in his suit, he looked somewhat surprised but she could feel his curious gaze on her all the same as she stepped in front of the mirror, beginning to fix her hair.
“Are you sure about that?” asked Seth, his voice calmer and quieter than she expected. Mira gave him a smile.
“I need to do this on my own, it’s my company and I want people to know that,” Mira finished as she walked away from the mirror, patting herself down as she kissed Seth, and headed towards the shower. It was only fifteen minutes or so, but before she knew it, she had finished and got dressed in different clothes, a tight fitted blazer, and a darker short skirt adorned by matching heels that clacked against the wooden floor.
“You can take the car, good luck,” said Seth, Mira smiled.
“I’ll see you later.” Mira kissed Seth again and went back downstairs, the rev of the engine and the warmth of the car, as Mira put on her seatbelt and got ready, with one last sigh she began to drive out towards the news station, ready for the interview that could change her life.
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