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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 10, 2016 22:13:24 GMT
If the man who warned her hadn’t been there she would have made a run after the little scoundrel- but then she might also have had a bullet in her. Given that she got her stuff back anyway and the thief was taught a lesson, Lorraine was slightly annoyed if grateful.
"Madam, I believe you dropped something.” Lorraine took back the gun and emptied it for bullets. Things could’ve gone much worse. “Thank you.” Halfway turning around to face the one who’d warned her, his figure still not fully in view, she got stopped before even saying anything.
"Wait- It's you isn't it? You were the one that stopped the bank heist earlier. I thought we'd seen the last of Starlass."
Lorraine looked up at her ‘hero’ with a quizzical, dumbfounded facial expression; she’d never heard of the woman until now. It was pretty obvious she wasn’t from around Heartania. “Starlass?”
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Post by VirtueNco on Jun 14, 2016 13:32:29 GMT
<< BLACKLIGHT >> "I thought we'd seen the last of Starlass."Grace paused, her back still turned to the pair at the van. He recognises me. Damn. Here come the questions.She tilted her head, allowing her to only just see back over her shoulder, before speaking, low and threateningly. "Yes. You have." With that, she continued to slowly walk away.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 27, 2016 14:41:10 GMT
Lorraine watched as the masked vigilante turned her back and left with a threatening murmur, obviously not wanting to be asked about certain events which had happened earlier in the day. She wondered what it was like to work in a big city like Heartania, and upon reading the woman’s annoyed signals she could only imagine it to be stressful and a slightly ungrateful part-time hobby.
Lorraine turned back to her van and placed her almost stolen belongings in her seat, before starting to rummage through the bag to make account for her valuable possessions. Nearly forgetting there was another person there, she turned to him when she placed the gun on the seat. “And thank you too. This could’ve gone much worse if you hadn’t turned up when you did.”
Standing in the wide gap of the open car door she gestured at the weapon laying on the seat, her expression taking on a hint of suspicion when something came to mind. It was stupid of her to leave her gun in the van, but since carrying it into a diner would be, well, questionable, she had tried hiding it in the small confined space of the vehicle as best she could. This was her gun, and it had been laying in her van the whole time. The vigilante hadn’t brought back any other weapons, assuming she would have disarmed the kid and brought back everything stolen- so how did the man know the kid was armed in the first place? He had been standing even further away from the van when he called out to her. Also;
“Where are the police? Did you call them?”
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Post by Adam on Jun 27, 2016 17:52:53 GMT
AGENT ROSE | Tommy Drake The little woman flitted around in front of Tommy. It was cute; she was cute. "Oh its fine, believe me." he smiled genuinely before hearing her continue and pulling himself up straight, "Actually-" he coughed to clear his throat "I sort of am the police. I'll put in a formal report but there's no point pursuing the kid now. Everyone's safe. Worse comes to worse; the Sentries'll get him."
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Post by Jaminx on Jun 28, 2016 20:15:28 GMT
"Well L." Deb muttered to the little programme on her computer. It couldn't hear her but it felt better to speak this aloud as she typed in some more information and some instructions.
"Your mission is to go out there and learn about the people in the city. Be inquisitive and while you're at it make us some new friends."
With that she released the little AI. L's purpose was simple it would look for search for patterns in peoples internet access that looked heroey. It didn't save the information or dip into private emails but heroes tended to look into crimes at interesting times or shop for certain items. L would find out and drop them a little message with Deb's contact details, well her aliases contact details.
Deb yawned then rubbing her eyes as she stumbled to bed. It had been a long day, she ached all over and bed would mean she didn't stare at the screen to the early hours waiting for L to give her an update.
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jun 29, 2016 23:19:49 GMT
“I guess you’re right,” she said, having narrowed her eyes a little when hearing he was sorta police and turned back to the items scattered on the seat. She hid the gun away again and looked at her belongings before noticing something vital was missing; her wallet. How strange, she could’ve sworn she had it a few moments ago. Closing the van door and holding her keys in her right hand, she started searching her pockets while remaining pretty neutral to the handsome man. He seemed a fair bit older than her, but that didn’t mean she didn’t notice.
“It’s worrying though,” she gestured angrily to the smug, spray-painted lion on the side of her business, “haven’t the youth of Heartania got better things to do? Like partying, or sleeping? I’d appreciate a new layer of paint, but this isn’t what I’d ask for.” She shook her head and kept searching for another few seconds before she remembered the hamburger which was waiting for her inside the diner. It only then occurred to her that she might have left her wallet inside the diner as well. Now directing a smile at the man, she glanced back at the diner with renewed hunger.
“Anyway; there’s a burger waiting for me inside. If you’d excuse me~”
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Post by AlexJ on Jul 14, 2016 21:36:23 GMT
((Another time-skip on my part. Again, don't feel obliged to continue with it: it's purely for the purposes of this post. )) RHYS JONES | PHANTOM MARTYRHeartania | Waterfront District 23rd March 2065 | 8:56PM The red-clad archer deftly navigated himself, and Mr. Irwin, through a series of side streets in relative silence. He kept his face forward, careful not to compromise his identity in any way until at least the duo reached a rather rundown looking building. Though you were able to spot the waterfront district from there, it was still a considerable distance away; located in a more depreciated neighbourhood. The structure itself was once part of a semi-detached housing model, though given the brick walls of the other half had caved in, that description quickly became moot. The intact half was indeed functional, however the swathes of grime and various weathered marks of neglect presented itself as a fairly inhabitable place. The sound of wood crashing against wood subtly permeated through the street for a brief moment, as the archer used his bow to force open the front door; quickly stepping inside. The wooden floors were ripped in most areas, and the ever so distant sounds of a scurrying rodent emanated from the corner of the hallway, though he seemed uninterested in this as he marched his way upstairs, Clyde following behind. Upon reaching what appeared to be the master bedroom, the Martyr gently tossed his bow onto the abandoned bed, and unstrapped his main quiver from his back. He was almost tempted to remove his cowl too, but speedily came to the realisation that it would be best to be cautious. The sharp tone of the veteran hero didn't seem to agree with this, "I know that I know you, so why don't you do us both a favour and reveal yourself?" In response, the Martyr clenched his fists, and remained deathly silent for a few seconds. Clyde Irwin was a harsh man, but an understanding one. If his own mission didn't favour detachments of a personal nature, he would have made a tremendous friend and formidable ally. "Or you could do us both a favour instead and try to avoid stepping all over the mob's toes. What the hell were you thinking!? The Stalwart Sentinel would never..." "Just who the hell are you!? What gives you the right to bring that name back!?" Upon hearing Clyde's latest remark, the Martyr relaxed his fists. The man in front of him could not know everything, but that did not mean he should know nothing. So with a less forced, more sombre register, he replied, "The right of kinship. We were both good allies, Clyde, but that age is dead: I am a stranger, and you are no longer a hero. We both need to act our parts and go our own ways." Regretfully, he picked up his bow, and strapped his quiver back across his back. He began to walk to an open window, leaving one final assertions as he did so, "You've been known for many things, old friend; but never a fool. Don't start acting like one... for my sake." With the words spoken, and a friend saved, the red-clad archer hopped out of the window, quickly scaling down the broken walls. He kept to the shadows following his descent, whilst silently saying a little prayer for Clyde Irwin's future security. He then went to notch an arrow just in case, and felt a peculiar sensation. He had been tracking his arrow use from the beginning of the evening, and the quantity he felt across the palm of his hand was mismatched to his assumptions. Indeed, after a short period of meticulous planning, it became clear to the Martyr that one arrow was missing from his trusty quiver... which got a little smirk out of him. Looks like I'll be seeing you again soon, Clyde. Or rather: you'll be seeing me.
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Post by Adam on Jul 14, 2016 23:14:27 GMT
AGENT ROSE | Tommy Drake "Oh course," Tommy smiled as the woman pushed past him into the diner, "Enjoy your burger." But as she brushed past him, catching his jacket, he cocked his head, squinting slightly, "I- I didn't catch your name, I'm... Tommy Rose."
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Post by Newspaper Swatting Queen on Jul 15, 2016 20:17:49 GMT
She stopped and halfway turned around, giving Tommy Rose a slightly crooked, cheeky smile. Her stomach was on the brink of rumbling again, so she tried to remain quick and polite.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Lorraine Norwood. If you hear my van drive around Heartania the next few days feel free to pop by for a free ice cream. It’s the least I can do to say thanks.”
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Post by Adam on Jul 17, 2016 23:11:03 GMT
AGENT ROSE | Tommy Drake Tommy beamed a tired but honest smile, "Nice to meet you too, Lorraine." he squinted, chuckling as he spoke, "And I don't know, mother taught me not to take candy from strangers in white vans." Tommy grinned, pleased with his joke as awkwardness rang out. Some part of him was pleased he could be so lighthearted sometimes. Interupting the silence he added, "I'm kidding," before turning his back on the café's threshold and looking at Lorraine over his shoulder as he began to walk away, "Good night."
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Post by VirtueNco on Aug 3, 2016 23:30:16 GMT
<< BLACKLIGHT >> The man knew who she was. Who she had been. Someone remembered Starlass. She didn't think anyone cared about that anymore.He was leaving. Now was her chance. Blacklight landed on the pave, three steps in front of the man in red. "You. Who are you? What do you know about me?"
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Post by Adam on Aug 3, 2016 23:42:53 GMT
AGENT ROSE | Tommy Drake Just as Tommy began to leave the diner the jet-black night stalker was back; draped head to toe in a black leather tunic that - if Tommy were born half a century ago - would have reminded Tommy of something out of The Matrix. "You. Who are you? What do you know about me?" She tried her best to intimidate him, to scare him, but Tommy had already seen plenty of darkness. He sighed, tired. "I know that you shoot bolts of light from... I guess everywhere," he said plainly, almost teasingly, "I know that this morning you stopped a bank heist and I know that before Paladin went nuclear you called yourself Starlass."
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Post by Arbor on Aug 3, 2016 23:46:38 GMT
There was a distinct lack of an explosion, although Lydia, who was holding her hands over her ears, waiting a few seconds more just in case. When she finally poked her head around the corner, cautious and looking for a crater, she jumped backwards as she was met by the looming figure of her brother, who looked entirely bored. Sighing, Lydia stood tall again, and looked Jason in the eye, raising an eyebrow. The mountain shrugged. "S'nothing'. Just some bullets or whatever." He grumbled, before wandering away. Probably to punch an old lady or something, Lydia mused with a shake of her head. She walked inside, and, still nervous, peered into the open container. Bullets. She sighed in relief, and picked one up, holding in her palm and noting the design. Compact, perfect little casings that clearly hid some little secret. She would have to open one of them up and have a look inside... It was sure to be an informative evening.
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Post by VirtueNco on Aug 3, 2016 23:53:06 GMT
<< BLACKLIGHT >> "And I know that before Paladin went nuclear, you called yourself Starlass."The nostalgic names dug into Blacklight's skin, biting at suppressed memories. Starlass was long gone, buried beneath layers upon layers of denial, but simply mentioning the name was enough to bring it to the surface. She choked on the emotion, bringing her hand to her mouth to save face by playing it off as a cough. "So you know Starlass' story. I've worked hard to separate myself from that." She moved closer, not so much trying to intimidate the man, but more so to speak quietly with him. "Then you probably know what I want. But I still know nothing about you. How did you know about the heist, for example?"
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Post by Adam on Aug 4, 2016 0:18:04 GMT
AGENT ROSE | Tommy Drake "Sorry ma'am," he smiled sarcastically, "I just haven't seen much of the new you after the nuke." He looked to the ground as she approached him, listening to her and then looking back up to her. "Then you probably know what I want. But I still know nothing about you. How did you know about the heist, for example?" "I don't have a clue what you want. Justice?" he said seriously this time while dismissing her, "And I just found the truck on its side. Combining what they told me about your powers and the scorch marks you left behind... it just made sense."
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