Mia §
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Post by Mia § on Dec 4, 2021 0:26:11 GMT -5
Mia would only frown, watching as the blood droplets shifted into petals and fell gently to the ground. She'd stand there then, hardened eyes trained on him and simply listened. He didn't seem to be lying and yet, it was all a bit much to take in and outright believe. Especially when one goes about asking for help like this.
She'd scoff lightly as he asked where her Father was and then of her Mother.
"I have a feeling you know where both are."
This 'Brother' would then begin to speak again, and this time speak of bioempathy. It had her complete attention seeing as what she had learned was mostly from her Father's journals and asking her once removed first cousin questions. But that is where she realized her mistake. His energies had been in constant flux since she stepped into the room but now, now like a battery he had seemed to recharge. Had she stayed on him she could have worn him down but now, now she found herself flying through a wall.
She'd twist herself in the air despite the velocity in which she moved, reaching out to stop her momentum before she hit the ground and hit the neighboring building. Taking note of which building she had almost collided with and finding it only slightly amusing.
"Fuck me..." She'd murmur under her breath with a growl before dropping to the ground where she had hovered a moment ago.
She'd shadowstep in front of the cab he had just gotten into as it started to drive away. The driver cursing in a foreign language and laying on the horn as he swerved to miss her. For a moment he slowed down, then realizing who it was he almost hit immediately sped away with his passenger.
She'd let him go, turning to walk back to the building and through the hole her body had made. She'd break into a jog as she noted Vespyr laying upon the ground. Mia pulled the dagger from his arm and held her hand atop it. They were both fast healers naturally but she'd use her abilities to knit back the wound even faster. Mia snapped her fingers in front of his face, pinching his cheeks together and gently rocking his head back and forth until he came too.
"Oh good. You're awake. How much of what he said did you get before he insulted you and you came down here?"
He would be angry. Perhaps irrationally so when he awoke. She was hoping by asking him questions it would distract him long enough to get his anger in check.
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It wouldn't be but a moment after Zella asked her question to Max before the ground beneath them rocked. Bits of debris would drop from the ceiling of the underground lair. It was close and she couldn't be sure but she thought she smelled explosive residue, though it would be honestly hard to pinpoint over the contents of the sewers that had been stirred up due to the blast.
"Lady Max? Z'ress? Any idea what just happened?"
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Mia's shock troopers had been investigating the area around where Zella and Niwyn had been seen entering the sewers. They would be able to feel the tremors of the explosion and would immediately begin to make their way towards that area.
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Post by Aly'dra on Dec 4, 2021 18:21:17 GMT -5
Aly stepped off the elevator only to see Chastity standing outside Ilimetha’s office. A smile formed seeing him and she took a moment to appreciate his beauty. Ili really knew how to pick her courtesans. That of course was no surprise. Ilimetna was very particular with who she brought on. The smile would disappear and her expression would turn to neutral as she glided towards him. She perked a brow at his exasperated tone and words. Clearly, something was going on. Aly let Chastity take her hand. Her brows furrowed a bit. What was going on at CdG?
She watched as his mouth opened then closed. It couldn’t be good if he wasn’t going to tell her and had to show her. She’d follow him into the office and look around. Her eyes would move around the room taking in the others that were there. She’d give a slight nod when they stood. She wouldn’t say anything yet. Her eyes would fall to Cassandra as she begged for help.
Aly let the exchanges happen, taking it all in while trying to determine what in the world was happening. Her eyes met Chastity’s as he looked at her as he made his last statement. Aly’s expression would remain neutral but her eyes would turn to Cassandra.
“You are allowed to feel however you want about the city and the way it is run. You are not allowed to vocalize that or insert yourself into politics in any way shape or form. That is the first rule. You’ve been here long enough to know better. Chastity is correct in saying your foolish mouth puts all in danger. There are ways to get information without putting everyone here at risk. We can’t have that. Ilimetha and all of us work very hard to ensure we are safe and we keep this building safe.”
She looked at the others.
“I don’t believe this is her first infraction. Am I correct?”
Aly spoke as if Cassandra wasn’t sitting right there with them. Ilimetha thoroughly vetted her people. But there was the occasional one that slipped through. Cassandra seemed to be one of those. She would get them all killed if she kept involving herself in politics. Janét, Bradley, and Chastity would nod affirming that Aly was correct.
“Then I don’t think we have any choice. We can’t continue to have someone around that will put us all at risk.”
Her gaze would fall on Cassandra who was still struggling against her restraints. A look of shock crossed her face. It wasn't the outcome she had expected at all. Aly cared for everyone but rules were rules. Everyone knew the punishment for breaking them repeatedly.
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Post by Ilimetha on Dec 4, 2021 22:56:13 GMT -5
Cassandra's eyes would widen and she'd wiggle in the chair.
"Are you.... are you kidding me?"
She'd half laugh, thinking for a moment this was still a joke.
"You weren't pumping your client for information Cass, you were trying to sell secrets. I heard you."
Chastity stated in a bored manner as Cassandra turned to shoot daggers at him with her gaze. She'd huff and then try to rationalize.
"So? Do you have any idea the kind of power we have? We have people dying on the streets and pulled from their homes for no good reason and we sit here in luxury by turning a blind eye. We have a dossier on every influential person in this God forsaken town and we could be using it for good. Instead, Ilimetha is out fucking Vesypr Puhrmann. For what? For the money? Ilimetha has enough money to pull every kid off the streets and give them a better life without batting an eye. If anyone puts us in danger by 'playing politics' it is her. Do you not agree that this game she plays is too dangerous?"
Cassandra would turn hastily around, her gaze settling on Janét and Bradley, both of whom would look away either to the floor or just in another direction. How many private conversations had she had with both of them here in the house where they agreed with her. Now they turned their backs.
"I suppose now I'm the only one who feels this way."
"Feels what way?"
Ilimetha stood in the doorway of her own office. She held her heels, her sheer shawl, and her clutch in her hands, her hair still damp and wavy from where she allowed it to air dry. It would be obvious to those that knew her what had happened. She had showered, dressed, and left in a bit of a hurry. When she arrived in the building she took the private passages and then the stairs up to her office on the 10th floor so as not to be seen by the public. Yet even in her not so put together appearance she carried herself with a confidence and grace that was unmatched by most.
"Seems to be a lot going on in my office. Perhaps someone could fill me in?"
She'd ask curiously as she gently padded her way to her desk to set her belongings down.
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Post by Aly'dra on Dec 5, 2021 14:32:16 GMT -5
They didn’t have to agree with the way things were run. But politics and personal opinions around politics had to be kept out of their conversations. Ilimetha was very clear on that with everyone she brought on. Aly placed her purse on one of the chairs. She crossed her arms over her chest. While Aly’s facial expressions remained neutral it was obvious she was not pleased with the situation.
“We are not to get involved. Period.”
Cass would try to rationalize with them. Aly’s features wouldn’t give anything away. She didn’t necessarily disagree with some of the points the girl was making but she would keep that to herself. What Aly did not appreciate was Cassandra questioning what Ilimetha was doing. There was no doubt Aly was a bit biased when it came to their leader. Ilimetha had earned Aly’s loyalty though. And Aly owed so much to her. She’d hold up a hand. Her tone left no room for arguing.
“Enough.”
Ilimetha’s voice filled the space before Aly could say anything else. She’d look at her, taking in the less than perfectly put together features. It was clear she’d left in a rush. A white brow perked momentarily. Aly would ask her questions later when they were alone. Right now there was a situation to handle. Aly leaned back against the wall, her eyes meeting Ilimetha's.
“Chastity states Cassandra was involving herself in politics - trying to sell secrets. I haven’t any more information than that yet.”
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Post by jsmith506 on Dec 8, 2021 20:27:50 GMT -5
Max stiffened suddenly and looked over her shoulder to Z’ress. He looked down to his watch, it was blinking red. He touched his wrist and a holographic map of the sewers around central park sprang forth from it. A red dot was blinking in the tunnel, as well as a jagged line through the tunnel indicating an obstruction.
"We have company, someone is snooping around the tunnels. Blew one of the two access points, y'all were followed. Fuck. Boss lady, think you can open a rift for me about twenty-five feet down the tunnel from that red dot?"
Max arched an eyebrow and nodded, "Yes, what's your plan Zeddy?"
"This stinking mini fridge is busted and the parts cost more than a new one, I'm going to get rid of it. My feed is on so you can get visuals at my work station outside."
Z'ress hoisted the busted mini fridge over his head. Again, Max arched her eyebrow, she retrieved the glowing sword from the pedestal and the lights once again dimmed.
"Close it behind me right away Max, we can't risk anything getting through.... Okay, Now!"
Z'ress hurled the fridge towards Max and leapt forward after it, a flash of the blade and both the fridge and Z'ress dissappeared through the rift which closed immediately behind him. The fridge was speeding down the tunnel towards Boris the Blade as Z'ress splashed down into the tunnel behind it.
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Post by Ilimetha on Dec 9, 2021 21:16:13 GMT -5
"Is that so?" Ilimetha would state almost absently, as if a parent listening to complaining children and offering acknowledgement without really listening.
"Was this tonight?" She'd ask, her hand brushing against a panel on her desk which would slide away to reveal a biometrics pad. Once authenticated, another panel would slide away and her monitor and computer keyboard would rise up for use.
It would be Chastity to nod and respond since was the one who witnessed it after all. "Yes."
Ilimetha would begin typing gently upon the keys. Her stoic expression finally getting to Cassandra, unable to read if the Drowess was angry or not.
"It's a lie, Mistress. I would never do anything to endanger everyone. Not like taking a high profile and dangerous client with obvious political connections."
Did she hear her? Cassandra watched for a reaction and seemed to grow frustrated tied to her chair when her words did not illicit a response. After a moment, Ilimetha's clicking of nails against keyboard would cease. She'd stand and look towards the center of the room, moving from around her desk. The ambient lighting in the room dimmed and sharp pinpoints of light would come from the ceiling, creating a life-size 3D digital rendering of Cassandra leaning against a man in a very expensive looking suit. Walter Beaufort. A visiting Prince from overseas whose family had been visiting Meridian for quite some time. They owned property here and enjoyed spending their money. He would be easily recognizable.
"Lore. Play queued security feed." The system would gently beep as soon as it heard it's name and the 3D image before them would begin to move. Ilimetha would circle around it. Cassandra would grow deathly still and pale.
"My lovely Cassandra. It is a pity you keep refusing to be my private Courtesan. I could keep you safe." Walter would reach out with his free hand, brushing aside long black hair from Cassandra's face.
"You wish to keep me like a bird in a cage Walter. I am meant to be free. It does not mean you could not visit me whenever you like. I am still yours." She'd smile gently, leaning into his hand and looking up at him through thick lashes.
"But not mine exclusively." He'd say, his grip growing tighter upon her hair in an almost possessive manner. Cassandra wouldn't appear afraid or in danger, only chuckle at the slightly forceful gesture.
"You already own so much. There is no need to own me as well when you can have me at any time already."
He would sigh, loosening his grip upon her locks and sliding his hand down her bare shoulder. "Perhaps. Perhaps you could serve me in another way my dear. I would make it worth your while."
"I am open to suggestion my dear."
"That's a good girl. I have property that I am looking to acquire near the waterfront. Thus far my attempts have been fully blocked by the CdG. I need something that could make them come around. Can you provide me with some information?" He'd offer a charming, almost hypnotic smile with a flash of fang as he ran his fingers all the way down her arm to take up her hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss her knuckles. The movement would hide the movement of his lips, just in case someone was watching.
Cassandra's brow would arch and she'd take a step closer. "This must be quite the view."
"A view worth more than you realize. They own so much. This location would prove vital and potentially weaken their trading."
Cassandra would get the hint and she'd smile broadly, keeping her facial expression flirty. "I can get you what you need. But it will be expensive."
"Name your price..."
"Lore. Pause recording." The scene would freeze before them, Cassandra getting ready to put a price on what he was asking for. "Save scene with ten minute buffer from start time to end. Archive under client file Walter Beaufort. Revoke his membership to enter these premises and alert me if he attempts to contact any one else."
"Mistress. I can explain..." Cassandra wouldn't have a chance. The small curved blade Ilimetha had cupped within the palm of her hand would slip out and cleanly slice through the woman's throat. The look of surprise on Cassandra's face evident as she choked, trying to reach up to her wound except that her hands were still cuffed to the chair. It would not be long before she bled out.
"Lore. Contact waste management. Bradley, please make sure the trash is waiting to be collected. Chastity, thank you for bringing this to our attention. You and Janét can also leave. Aly, I believe I owe you a meeting. Lore, cancel playback."
The lights of the room would once more go back to normal and the holographic image would flicker and dissolve from view. Bradley would go about uncuffing Cassandra's body, picking it up to take it out back for collection while Chastity and Janét did as they were told and left, shutting the door behind them.
Once gone, Ilimetha would sit heavily upon her chair. She'd reach up to run her own fingers through aspen white locks that were mostly dry by now.
"I have not needed to go so far in such a long time. It is so disappointing." She'd sigh, looking over to Aly with a hint of weariness in her amber hued eyes.
"Forgive my tardiness. You called this meeting. What is it you wished to discuss?"
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Post by darkheart on Dec 12, 2021 18:50:42 GMT -5
Atreyu's eyes would illuminate for a brief moment, then reach out gingerly to grasp Puma's wrist. He would only apply then gentlest of pressures before releasing her to stand himself.
"Forgive me, but from what I've seen you should stay and enjoy the opera. Mia has your tower under control and, well, I think you should enjoy the show. And the Opera, for that matter."
He would bow at the waist, then, and excuse himself in further silence. Exiting the box, he would walk down the hallway, seeing a silver-haired figure walking down the hallway towards him. They would both continue walking until they'd passed each other, then stop. A good two feet separating them as their backs faced each other, it would be Atreyu who spoke first.
"Hello...'son, is it?'."
"'Father.'"
"Strange that you're here. Try not to mess anything up, yes?"
"Hm....not here by choice. I trust if I need assistance rectifying that, you'll take my call?"
"Perhaps. Something tells me ridding this world of you should be at the top of my priorities."
"Like ridding the world of your daughter?"
"..."
"Anyway, I should keep going."
"Indeed. So we're capable of interdimensional jumping...I'll have to work on that."
"Best to be avoided. It doesn't ever end well for you. Ever. I stress that."
"It wasn't lost on me."
Atreyu would then continue strolling down the hall as Nathan simply vanished. It was but the fraction of a fraction of a second before he sat next to Puma, a cheap bucket of popcorn from the movie theater down the street perched in his lap.
"Hello Mother. I can't help but wonder if you took dad out to see "The Magic Flute" as some sort of innuendo. But, whatever your reasons, I thought we could talk. You're looking lovely, by the way."
He would offer his wrist in her direction blithely. If his mother here was anything like his true mother, he knew his scent would be all the proof she needed to know he wasn't lying.
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*slap. Pinch. Poik. Squish.*
There would be a thrum of power and an invisible rush of energy would flatten several of the desks and cubicles in an outward circle around him. Sitting bolt upright, a hiss breaking his lips, his muscles would start to bulge, ripping through his clothing. Grasping Mia by the throat and squeezing sheerly out of reflex, the mere warmth of her through his gloves would immediately cause him to stare at her, then relax his grip. His form would shrink and he would uncomfortably adjust his tie, then stand. He would sniff indignantly, then sigh as he saw the blood and tears in his clothing. His voice would be flat as he spat out a response.
"Ahem. Sorry about that, sister. And I heard everything...that is why I keep dynamic audio on a separate system from the camera feeds. And I heard everything because he wanted me to hear everything. Arrogant bastard. If not a clone, then the only logical outcome is that either Atreyu and Mother had another offspring before us or he is a multidimensional traveler from a reality where he exists. The latter is supported by the fact he refers to having 'his' Mia, and that Niwyn Bleu is miraculously alive. It means that she is 'his' Niwyn. The other...that is harder to speculate on. It cannot be 'his' Mia as two dimensional beings cannot occupy the same dimensional space for too long unless they risk immanent collapse of reality. We still risk it with them being here, but the corrective time is much longer. With just him, possibly years if he's careful. With three of them, well, the time table is much sooner. They need to be atomically destroyed very quickly, as I assume you're not in favor of just ejecting them from our reality given how thoroughly he just embarrassed us."
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Post by Deux McCarrion on Dec 13, 2021 18:32:31 GMT -5
A mini fridge flew through the air.
Boris saw it coming, but only had milliseconds to react. It caught and twisted around on one of his trip wire booby traps and exploded, sending a wave of water through the tunnels.
"Blyat!" he quickly dove under the deep water near a duct, as his suit and the black sewer water took the brunt of the impact. He lost his machete.
His sensors detected the great reptile shortly afterwards, so he turned off his air regulator momentarily to hide himself. He activated his suit's exoskeleton and extended the hand blades as he remained submerged. His thermal visuals were beginning to clear, but the murky water showed no signs of life. He had gotten the attention of something. He smirked under his helmet. Deux told him no guns for whatever reason. He said nothing about gunpowder. He unbuckled the mechanism for the dead man drop and activated it silently.
The assassin didn't want to collapse all of the tunnels unless he had to sacrifice maneuverability for safety. He braced himself in the darkness, scoffing at the rumor of a sewer beast turning out to be true. Boris stared up at the thing, and it made his blood run cold. As he sized the creature up, the Russian realized he had a few minutes before he had to turn the regulator back on. He studied the creature's movements carefully.
Boris the Blade was also a monster. He did not fear anything. Since he had drawn it out, it was decidedly his responsibility to dispatch. Maybe it would bleed, and maybe the suit would keep him from being torn into large chunks. There were a lot of maybes.
He would wait for now.
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Deux got into his car. He preferred driving, rather than having a driver of his own. Less risk.
He stared out into the parking lot. Something suddenly didn't feel right in his gut. He glanced up into the rear view mirror and watched as his reddish eyes slowly became violet and dilated. His eyes shifted colors to blue, and silvery hair began to sprout from his bald head. Deux doubled over and grunted in pain, as his body metamorphized. His clothing hung loosely and he shrank.
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Charion blinked and stared into the rear view mirror... he ran his fingers over his smooth chin and flowing hair. The weave had returned to him somehow! He looked all around to find the source. Charion had a lot of questions, but the most shocking was the the concept of a breach. Had he found a dead spot between weave-dampening transistors, or was someone interfering? Why here, in this boring parking garage, where Deux just happened to be? He didn't know who to start suspecting.
He glanced around the car and felt around for keys... he checked the console. The glove compartment. Then his pocket, where the keys were to begin with. He found a couple of cigars in his other pocket, which he quickly threw out of the driver side window. He hated those things.
It didn't matter if it was a glitch, a spell, or just dumb luck. He just didn't care. Perhaps he could finally move on, if he could find a portal or some kind of ship to get off world.
His eyes had a reddish tinge as he put the car in reverse, but Charion remained in control. He was going to kill everyone and leave this awful place with everything at his disposal.
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Post by Tana Puhrmann on Dec 13, 2021 23:43:24 GMT -5
Tana paused as Atreyu's hand reached up to take hold of her wrist. She'd look to him curiously as he rose to his feet and explained that she should stay. Both brows would arch upwards and she watch him excuse himself, walking past her guard and out into the hall. She had to admit that she was curious. Half the reason she kept him around was for his foresight on certain things. He always shared when it was in her best interest. And so she would move back to her seat.
She'd close her eyes for the briefest of moments, sensing the presence of another as they very nearly just appeared in the seat to her right as if by magic. As if also by magic, Tana's guard would be miraculously on the opposite side of Nathan's chair. If the young man did not resemble Tanapuhr's other children and he did not bear genetic markers similar to his charge, Nathan would have found himself tossed over the edge of the opera box. Instead he would stare down at the uninvited guest.
"Daeva?" His voice would question, leaving his action or inaction up to his charge.
Her right hand would raise and she'd simply shake her head.
"Everythin's fine Adlai."
A small smile would play over her lips as her hand reached out to gently take hold of his wrist, pulling it and his arm towards her.
"Thank you. Do try ta' not get popcorn all over the floor. My cleanin' bill is already high enough."
She'd chuckle lightly, tracing her finger tips gently down the underside of his arm from his wrist to his elbow before dragging her nails lightly back up. Smell might've been one thing. He did indeed smell like her, but foreign. Lingering smells from another world, scents of people long since dead, fading given his time there but still there. But what really marked him as her cub was the connection that formed nearly as soon as her fingers touched his skin. The rush of blood beneath the surface of a beast that wanted to come out, that wanted to answer the call. His heart would beat fiercely in his chest not unlike the time he spent with his real Mother in the jungles of Africa. It felt like he was ready to burst until her fingertips drew away and she'd release his hand and her call.
"Hmm. Aren't you fascinatin'." She'd almost purr out with a grin upon her red lips. "Now where might you have come from, Darlin'? Ah'm sure ah would've remembered a third cub."
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Mia §
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Post by Mia § on Dec 14, 2021 0:08:43 GMT -5
Mia grabbed hold of Vespyr's wrist as he reached up to squeeze her throat. She'd remain crouched there calmly, ready to disrupt the neural message from his brain to his hand should he not regain control of himself and his hand squeeze tighter. It would not come to that. She'd feel his grip relax until he released her and she would stand to her feet as he would.
She held out her hand to him as he spoke, the same one that had shifted into talons that had raked across his abdomen.
"Any blood or tissue samples left for you to examine? Or did he actually manage to destroy all of it?"
A light growl could be heard under her tone despite her current calm demeanor. She was angry and the fact Vespyr just reminded her of how badly this potential half Brother had embarrassed them was annoying.
"I have a feeling this isn't the last we've seen of him. Unless he does something stupid and pisses off Mother. In the mean time, we have a building to repair and I need to check in on my troops looking for 'his' Niwyn and 'his' Mia. For lack of anything better to call her at the moment. Disposing of even one of them may at least buy us more time while we deal with the other two. Hopefully, it is only the three of them."
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Post by Aly'dra on Dec 18, 2021 20:20:22 GMT -5
Aly watched Cassandra's face as Ilimetha brought up her monitor and keyboard. Did the girl forget that Illi had security everywhere? Illi's composure was unmatched. Aly's eyes flitted over to Illi when Cassandra made her dig at Ilimetha. Before owing back to watch the girl.
It wasn’t long before the lights dimmed and there was a 3D digital rendering of Cassandra and Beaufort before them. The color drained from Cassandra's face when the recording started. Aly would glance to Chastity, giving him a knowing look. The video had barely started and they both already knew this was not going to end well.
Aly watched and listened. Her eyes occasionally shifting from the recording to Cassandra. The recording was paused and Cassandra's pleas started almost immediately but were silenced swiftly as Ili's hand moved across the girl's neck. There was no sympathy on Aly's features. They all knew the rules and they all knew the consequences for not following the rules. Aly would remain silent as Ilimetha gave out instructions.
Aly would follow suit and sit down after everyone left and Ili sat. Silver eyes would look over Ilimetha as she spoke. She looked tired but then who wouldn't if they were in her position?
"Yes…" Aly would hesitate a moment before shifting gears. "But first, how are you?"
Aly's brows would furrow with concern. She hadn't seen Ilimetha in this shape in some time. There was genuine concern for her friend.
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Post by Ilimetha on Dec 19, 2021 14:19:41 GMT -5
Ilimetha's gaze would slide up to Aly's face, seconds before a smile graced her lips. She'd sit a bit more upright in her chair, adjusting her skirt and making sure the top wasn't only half tucked in. The genuine concern in Aly's gaze would not be lost on her.
"Do I look that bad? I hadn't realized."
A light chuckle escaped her lips after the joke before reaching out to take hold of a pen. She'd tap the end of it on the desk, flip it, and tap the other end before setting it down once again. She wasn't trying to avoid the subject but she was having some trouble on how to approach the subject. Aly couldn't have been referring to Cassandra. Although that did cause her current weary look. She hated to lose resources and Cassandra was talented. The killing never bothered her. No, Ilimetha could only assume what Aly was referring to was her last appointment with Vespyr Puhrmann. She was late returning, did not return in her usual way, and it likely had gotten back to her hive that something was going on at CdG headquarters. Aly had always been in the know of this client and would of course be privileged enough to know Ilimetha considered this a life risking venture, but a venture worth taking. Should something happen to her Aly would have access to all the files she kept on her client and decide for herself what action was warranted, if any, against one of the triumvirate of the CdG.
"But truly. How am I? Invigorated. Curious. I believe I might've had a breakthrough. I have been through several lockdowns, but this one seemed to have an extra layer of urgency. So much so that before I could step out of the shower he suggested I go and offered his personal teleporter. His sister... had plans for me that neither of us would appreciate."
She'd quote with that last sentence and take up the pen again, tapping it upon the desk as she waited for the realization to hit Aly. Mia Puhrmann. Chief enforcer. One of only two people Vespyr respected or cared about. His sister had plans for Ilimetha and was subsequently denied access by her Brother by encouraging Ilimetha to leave.
Ilimetha didn't seem to care that Mia likely could have killed her that night. She cared that her client went against his predictable nature and possibly crossed his family for her sake.
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Post by Aly'dra on Dec 19, 2021 23:19:14 GMT -5
It was nothing to see Ili kill Cassandra. Ili always did what she had to do no matter how unpleasant. That wasn’t the cause of Aly’s concern. No, it was Ili’s appointment with Vespyr and her less than perfect look that was the reason for her concern.
Aly shook her head. She hadn’t meant to imply that Ilimetha looked bad. She bit her lower lip for a brief moment as she contemplated her next words.
“Not bad, but off enough that I can tell you rushed out of CdG. Chastity said there was something going on there but I hadn’t heard what exactly was happening. I was dealing with the Cassandra situation and felt that took priority at that moment.”
It was the truth. Aly knew how much of a risk it was for Ilimetha to continue having Vespyr Puhrmann as a client. She also knew it was beneficial for all of them. Aly knew if anything happened to Ili that she’d have access to all the files. She hoped that day would never come. She did take some comfort in knowing that she would have access to information she needed to ensure she could make the best decisions possible. Aly pushed those thoughts to the side. Another look of concern crossed her features as Ili talked about how she was feeling. Mia’s disdain for Ilimetha was nothing new. Her brows furrowed as she realized Vesypr went against his sister.
“Why would he do that?” Aly paused as her brain worked through different possibilities but really, they all ended at the same point. She speculated and the words came out quietly as she spoke more to herself than to Ilimetha. “He cares for you on some level? Maybe?”
It came out as a question and matched the puzzled look on her face. It was hard to imagine him caring for someone other than himself or his family. The Puhrmann’s were very protective of their interests and each other. They didn't do things that would put them at risk. But Vespyr going against his sister for Ilimetha made her a bigger target, whether or not that had been his intent. She’d meet Ilimetha’s eyes again, the concern still evident.
“You’ll need to be even more cautious now.”
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Post by darkheart on Dec 24, 2021 18:53:11 GMT -5
Something would catch in his throat, making him cough soundlessly. His vision would blur to a red and his incisors would start to extend as he coughed soundlessly. He would smell a myriad of scents in a suffocating rush of blood and sweat. A sickening powdery smell from an aging woman's perfume in the front row and the stress induced sweat of the actor on stage. He would hear a thousand heartbeats in asynchronistic rhythms below in a deafening cry begging him to consume each one in a gorge of a feast. And just as soon as it began to overwhelm him it was gone. Shaking his head clear of the sensation, he took a cleansing breath. He hadn't felt this connection in many months and had thought it gone. Like so many surprises in this realm, it was both comforting and disconcerting at the same time.
As the sensations reverted, he took a few kernels of popcorn and ate them thoughtfully. Flitting his eyes coyly up to her, he blinked once and shot a memory into her head. She could feel herself tracking him through the forest, hunting him. As she came through the brush she called out to him. And in one brief moment, she was covered in glitter and he would emerge, laughing. As the vision faded from view, he would chuckle.
"Where I'm from....well, it's likely better for everyone involved if you didn't know. Let's just say that where I'm from you weren't as cozy with your blue haired beau that just left and I am the product of that...unintended union. As for where that place is and how I got here, well I'd figure that would bore you. What I will tell you is that the sooner I get home, the better for everyone involved. I wanted to come see you in order to tell you that I'm not a threat, despite what my siblings might think. However just tonight I found that my sisters have somehow followed me. While I don't care what you've done or how you act here, know that if a single hair falls from their head I will burn this city to the ground with you in it. Even so, I'm not here to threaten you. I stopped by your tower tonight, but I wasn't able to find what I was looking for. So rather than shadow games and being a pebble in your shoe, I thought I'd come and simply ask you directly - did you raze Solavi as you razed the home of Jaeden Starfire? There's someone I'm looking for, and I'm hoping they're still around..."
He would turn his eyes to the stage, sighing as all he could see was Adlai's crotch. Looking up to his face, he'd offer bemusedly:
"You make a better door than you do a window. Would you be so kind as to move aside so that I don't have to turn you transparent?"
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Post by darkheart on Dec 24, 2021 19:07:11 GMT -5
Vespyr would look to his sister's claws, a sour look on his face. With a single shake of his head, he would sigh.
"Nothing. It would appear as if our 'brother' is better than to leave traces behind. And did you not hear him? His version of you is not here - he said her name was 'Zella'. That would mean, ostensibly, that he is not a clone, nor is she. If we narrow down the possibilities, it would mean - as outlandish as it might seem that...urk...gack!"
He would start to choke, apparently on nothing, as if his voice had caught in his throat like a half eaten meatball. All around the twins the world would still, then things would start to move in the most unnatural of ways. Mia would feel the same pain as she did before when Nathan had put her through agony. The cubicles would begin to right themselves, the papers, pencils and chairs moving through the air in a strange manner as fabric rewove itself and the air itself seemed to move like a gentle breeze. A tall, blue haired elf would step through the hole in the wall Mia had created, and behind him the brick and mortar would rebuild behind him as he muttered under his breath. Mia would see the Weave all around her as the wyld time magic would reverse the flow of time, reverting the tower back to the way it was merely an hour ago. Vespyr's shoulder would reopen, then reseal. After a few moments things would still as the spell came to an end and time all around them resumed its flow. He did not have the power to revert their memories, as some things were beyond the scope of even the Time Mage. His voice would edge through the space, little more than a whisper, a deep bass like a cello string plucked.
"You are correct, young Vespyr - they are from another dimension. And apparently they are able to traverse the gap. And yes, Mia...they need to be killed or ejected. Soon. If they are not, it could have grave consequences for all of us. Yet before we attend to that, someone has set off explosives and a section of your repression grid is out. I fear this night will grow increasingly ugly. You might want to look to your husband, Mia. If he is in that zone, he might not be the man you know, eh Vespyr?"
Gasping to catch his breath, Mia's twin would glower at Atreyu with nothing but pure malice in his eyes. He knew better than to attack his sister's tutor, so he merely turned to stalk off towards his engineering lab. If there were damage to the system, he would need to attend it.
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