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Post by Mia § on Nov 9, 2021 21:44:29 GMT -5
"Is he? I did not necessarily get that impression." Zella would comment as Niwyn called Z'ress a moron. Of course, she would look back up to the bullet proof glass and the man-gecko-thing with his tongue still stuck on the glass and for a moment her facial expression would mirror the gnome's.
"Well. Perhaps not ours...."
She'd just listen quietly as Niwyn complained and threatened the other Nate. When she walked over and rested her head against her hip, she'd reach down and gently stroke the girl's hair, noting how the blonde roots were starting to grow out from the pink. Such a simple and unimportant thing amongst all this chaos and for some reason it made Zella smile.
"I'm afraid I am all out of wish spells. Nor do I have any Gods or Goddesses indebted to me. But, I have it on good account that you are brilliant. If anyone can get us out of here, it would be you. Otherwise.... we find the closest thing to a God this world has and get them to send us home. Or someone who has the kind of magic to traverse time and reality."
Zella wondered a moment if Eilistraee were in this world and if she were the same Goddess she knew. In fact, was not their Grand Aunt some sort of Fae Goddess. Perhaps she was in this world and could also help. Assuming her nature did not change. Her mind was awhirl for a moment before she turned her gaze back to Max. Niwyn had asked her questions but she had another question as well.
"Who is this Ivan? Z'ress mentioned he went topside to feed. Is this someone else we should expect to potentially fight given our appearances?"
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Deep enjoyment. Is that was he was calling his time with the whore. A slight smirk would cross her lips and she would comment if time were not of the essence. He was correct however, someone had calculated this night as if they had seen the future or knew the inner workings. Perhaps both. Mia's theories were running overtime.
A flick of the wrist and her couture gown would nearly unravel as she walked, changing and forming into more of a tactical BDU style pant with boots and a tank top. She'd push on a panel and take two pistols, holstering them before simply moving and melding into the shadows.
The LED overhead lights would flicker a moment on the ground floor before a random office chair would be hurled with incredible strength into cubicle 4 and the hooded figure that stood within it. There would be no need for banter, she wasn't looking to take prisoners as she immediately pulled one of the Glock 34s and began to open fire on the subject.
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Post by Deux McCarrion on Nov 14, 2021 19:27:38 GMT -5
"Да, это обычная ставка, с одиннадцатым убийством свободно после десяти."
Boris was sitting in his apartment, having his bandages changed by an EMT ambulance worker on the payroll. He had Deux speaking in his ear through an earpiece.
"Da, I am ready to go back into the field. NO proplhem boss. Make the call and I leave no witness, No guns. May as vell live up to the name, after all."
He had been instructed to stand by as the grunts did the leg work of finding the doppelgangers. Boris wouldn't do that, as he had already tapped into a security feed that revealed Niwyn and Mia passing by a maintenance tunnel near a water processing plant.
He did not know where they were now, but he knew where they had been, which was a start.
Once the bandages were set and he was alone, Boris shuffled over to the second queen sized bed he had in the luxury hotel room. He emptied a duffle bag that contained a few retractable blades and an extra long machete. There were a few silencer pistols in holsters that had been pushed off to the side, as well as several boxes of ammunition. He grunted and rolled out a bandolier of throwing blades. Boris sipped gorilka from a dented up flask and began studying a blueprint map of the Meridian sewers. He already determined that the duo passed through the resistance's territory.
The big question still remained: would they be considered friend or foe?
Boris realized the job might be a great deal harder if he showed any favor towards the CdG. He was freelance, and as long as no one knew who he worked for officially, they would likely leave him be. If they were harboring the fugitives, he'd have the right to take them in for questioning by Meridian law.
That would greatly depend on whether the resistance decided to obey the law. There was a code for professionals, but politics made things messy.
Boris the Blade liked making messes.
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Post by darkheart on Nov 20, 2021 10:41:09 GMT -5
The lights flickered and his eyes narrowed. The chair would fly through, clipping him in the shoulder and knocking him to the ground. The cloaked figure would roll with it and lay flat, his gloved hands over his head as the bullets whistled through the air and terminal above his head. The air grew thin and the debris falling around him began to fall more slowly as a slow grin spit his lips. Mia. No quips, no large, loud announcement. Just a hail of death, though the Mia he knew would have certainly fired in a downward trailing arc to compensate. Some things were disadvantageously different, some were advantageously helpful. Quickly calculating the angle of the chair and the potential for spacing between the bullets and the potential for barrel rise as he did not hear the difference in report that compensators would offer, he drew a .45 Ruger Superhawk revolver and slid it across in front of him, firing a single shot at where he believed her knee would be. Rolling sideways into the next cubicle, he stood as everything spun back into real time. Things here were different, and he was still feeling out the differences. The new arrivals had only been here a few hours, but he had been pulled in months ago. Holstering the gun, he'd stand slowly to face her. A silverblue sparkle in his eye as he pulled his scarf down and dropped his hood, his silver white hair, now shaggy and falling around his shoulders, spilled out. Lifting his chin slightly in sarcastic challenge, he didn't know if he could beat her in current state as she had advantage, but he hoped to buy himself a few seconds to calculate.
"Heya sis...I wish I had a picture of you in that dress. I know someone who would flip her shit if she saw you dressed that way. Maybe give her a few pointers on style when I see her again...but what's with the cold reception. Not happy to see me?"
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Post by Mia § on Nov 21, 2021 23:49:00 GMT -5
The bullet aimed at her knee would ricocheted off of the kinetic shield she had up and around herself. She'd hold on to that energy, feeling it tingling a bit in her fingertips as those silvery green eyes looked to the young man that stood up before her and dare speak. She had yet to see the clones of herself or Niwyn save for video surveillance. But this one was almost a dead ringer for Vespyr, save for the eyes. Guess they just couldn't get those right.
"Rude."
She'd comment with a grin. With her right hand she'd keep the Glock trained on his head, with her left a subtle flick of her finger and the molecular structure of the concrete floor beneath his feet would loose it's solidity, reverting back to it's prehardened stage and sinking him well up above his ankles before hardening once more.
Mia would step straight up to him, slamming her forehead against his own, that same kinetic shield protecting her and absorbing the impact as it had before.
"The clones of us are good. I'll give whomever that much credit. But not perfect. You are not my Brother. I will enjoy dissecting you to get to the bottom of your creation. I will do the same to mine and I will hunt down your maker without mercy."
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Post by jsmith506 on Nov 23, 2021 1:12:51 GMT -5
Z'ress' tongue slid down the window slowly with a screech and he holstered the pistols. His tongue snapped back inside his mouth and he reached beside the re-enforced entrance to the power core activating a retinal scanner. The door slid open after some mechanical noises and a pressurized hiss. He walked in with three small drink glasses and a bottle of cognac.
Max let out a sigh, "There is a network in place of some kind, a magic inhibiting field. We think the central core of this network is located at Coupe De Grace headquarters. It's the biggest building in the city. And No, most likely Ivan's spies have brought him up to speed by now on what is going on and we don't need to worry about another... outburst. Ivan is a bit more reserved than Z'ress, I doubt he would try to eat you... Ms, Zella is it?" Max swallowed hard and looked towards the Enforcer glowing inside of the pedestal. "And... I'm afraid any beings with that kind of power, have all but been eradicated by Tana Puhrmann and her spawn. The infernal hellcat has eliminated every shred of opposition to her rule, the Starfire paladins tried to intervene... it lead to the fall of Elysium and the final death of my husband Malcolm. Z'ress and Ivan and I, we're all that's left of the resistance..."
Z'ress poured three glasses of spirits and nodded. "Sorry for goin' all cray cray yo. I get crazy upset sometimes cause of all these psycho CDG fascist fuckwads then the tongue goes all licky-stabby... Just harsh times yo. We been trying to find a way to disable the anti-magic field for a while now. It's been tough to come up with something that doesn't result in mass civilian casualties. Pussy ass bitches with their gangsta HQ right in the middle of a dystopic metropolis."
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Post by darkheart on Nov 23, 2021 19:49:08 GMT -5
It had been so many years...too many, really. The connection had been dormant that'd he'd almost forgotten what it felt to be connected. But here, in this world, the Kalak'mal had not been cheated. Here Nihilano had not been rescued and lived in eternal torment. Here, his surrogate felt the siren song as it reached out to him and cooed his name with promises of power at the price of his own eternal hell. He watched as the crimson spiral emanated from Mia, curling like red lightning to those few who could see it. He hummed a note, hearing the pitch and frequency in his head as she called him rude. Rude? She hadn't seen rude yet. No doting father to guide her. No loving brother to teach her. Just raw instinct and brutal power tearing through the molecules of reality to rearrange the energy. He had to appreciate it and wonder how she tapped into it. Perhaps Atreyu or Ahanna were alive here. Perhaps they'd shown her. Or perhaps she came to it of her own accord. But if there was one thing he was certain of, she'd never perfected the art he'd created, and she'd never see it coming.
He absorbed the headbutt's energy himself, wriggling his jaw with the tingle and redistribution of the strike as he funneled it through his face. The energy signature had its own frequency, hers, as it ocilliated through the air. Feeling it as he sunk into the concrete, he inverted it, sending his own wave of feedback energy straight into the core of her being with the kinetic force of a Mack truck. It curled around her energy, disrupting her control of it and evaporated her kinetic shield like water. It vibrated with the opposite resonance of her own molecular energy signature, threating to tear her apart at the atomic level. He gave her just enough of a dose to wreck her world in the most sadistic of ways, but did not try to do her any lasting harm she couldn't heal herself with a thought. It was just enough to attempt to get her undivided attention. He supposed on some level she was still his sister, and there was too much of a love engrained in him to kill her. He could almost feel his own sister slapping upside the head and calling him a dumbass for not ending it, but he had to be careful. The worlds hinged on each other. She might yet serve a purpose, and this world was not his to upset. He didn't have to agree with it, but he did not have the ego of his father. Each world had its place and he did not want to heed the siren's song of judging it based on the morality and existence of his world. He was the visitor here, after all. As Arbiter he'd played enough judge and jury to last a lifetime. He prayed that if he ever made it home, he could help guide Sera to being better than he was.
He shifted his own molecules to simply step out of the concrete and stand on the ground, bending down to dust off his shins playfully. Cracking his neck, he thought he'd poke the bear a bit.
"Clone? As if. Even my Mia isn't that dense. I never thought I'd think her particularly intelligent - willful and determined yes - but you make her look like Einstein. Dissect me? You'll be lucky if you can lay a finger on me. Now run along to your sociopathic Vespyr, kitten...before I show you what pain and suffering really is."
He knew the power he felt once again was calling him to be the assassin of old that he was before Sera had met him, changed him. Yet on the other hand, it was Sun Tzu that said, 'If your enemy is of choleric temper, seek to irritate him.' Who could argue with a millennia old Chinese guy?
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Post by Niwyn Bleu on Nov 23, 2021 20:43:49 GMT -5
Winnie would grab the drink, slamming it, her eyes narrowing. Still leaning against Zella, her mind would spin, small fragments of thought spilling from her lips as her brain boiled over.
"A multi-phasic weave inhibitor? Perhaps...but how to disrupt...poly-faceted psionic projector...no...it'd melt people's brains...tricyclic redundant impediment vibrations? Oh...that would be sick....who could....hmm....but that would require cold fusion on a scale that's....well, almost impossible! Who could...I mean, even I haven't figured out....eesh...someone's got some brainpower..."
She'd shake her head, standing up and finding a dingy couch with concerning stains on it to flop down in. Blowing her bangs out of her eyes woefully. She'd shrug and look up to Zella.
"Well these Puhrmann folk have some resources, I'll give 'em that. They're disabling the weave and other forms of matter manipulation through some serious tech. They've got to have quite the energy load on it, and if we simply blew it up, like gecko boy says...mutually assured destruction. They're smart, brutal and sadistic. I'm almost jealous my girl Emmy can't see this. She'd probably get loose in the knees."
She would sigh as she looked up at Lady Max.
"Sorry to hear about your hubby Max. I know a Malcolm where I'm from and he's a cuddly bear who lets me hug him! He seems like a nice gent...hopefully yours wasn't all weird in this world. Did he like honey? Ours does. Silly bear."
Her frustration started to get the better of her mother's genes, and her bottom lip pouted outwards. A big, wet homesick tear trickled from her eye as she crossed her arms and huffed. After a moment, she noticed that nothing had gone crash or zap, and she pouted even harder.
"This place sucks and I wanna go home."
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Post by jsmith506 on Nov 23, 2021 23:14:32 GMT -5
Max's pale white skin went a shade more pale when Niwyn spoke of the Malcolm of their reality as if he had not yet met final death. Her fingertips rose over her lips and pressed against them as she spoke softly. "The bear was his favorite avatar, he would venture into the wilds for days on end to be at peace and one with nature... to enforce the balence he would always say, he had to maintain the balence within himself first... But, Niwyn, you spoke as if he still exists in your world. Is it true?" Her bottom lip trembled a bit, a single blood tear slipped down her left cheek.
Z'ress sniffled. He slammed back his own glass and poured himself and Niwyn another. He slipped behind Max and put his hands on her shoulders and gave a comforting squeeze. "I miss him too boss, you're leaking though..." He pulled out a handkerchief and pressed it to her cheek gently.
"Oh thank you Z'ress..."
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Post by Mia § on Nov 27, 2021 1:10:31 GMT -5
"What tha..."
No sooner had her words left her lips did she feel her shield crumble. Then pain. Searing pain. Her lips would curl back into a silent snarl as she sank to her knees. Impossible. This defied logic. There was only one other person she knew of that could negate her power and he was at the opera with her Mother. A moment that felt like an hour, certainly enough for this... doppelganger of her brother to have taken her life, and the pain would dissipate. Sharp green eyes snapped in his direction, pausing a moment to hock a spittle of blood onto the floor even as her insides worked to quickly repair themselves. She'd wipe her mouth with the back of her hand and stand to her feet. Some of what he spoke would be drowned out by the voices that called her weak. The ones that pointed to this look-alike as another with their gifts and if she would only take from them a little more of their power, she could defeat him easily.
She had lived with the voices for so long they mostly drowned out into the background. Tonight they were louder. She knew they wanted this one, as they did her. Again an improbability and yet her theories were beginning to make sense. He wouldn't break her shielding again. Not to that extent anyway.
"Your Mia. Is that what you call the girl with heterochromia? I'll be sure to send her your regards then."
She'd smile coolly, holstering the Glock on her hip knowing it wouldn't do any good anyway. Not unless she caught him unaware and broke his own connection.
"So educate me. Not a clone? But you are... what... your Mia's Vespyr?"
She'd take a deep breath, and just shake her head.
"No. Close. But not exactly. Brother from another mother? Cousin? Who is your Daddy and what does he do?"
A swipe, stepping in quickly to get close enough to rake talons across his abdomen. The action would shred his shirt and slice through flesh like butter. It was a trait nearly on par with their Mother's claws. It wasn't deep, but it would be slow to heal, and she'd come back with the drippings of his blood upon her claws.
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Zella would take the offered drink from Z'ress and sniff it curiously before glancing down to Winnie and noting she had already consumed hers. She supposed it was okay, and that these two did in fact believe their story. Winnie didn't instantly fall over. She'd take the cognac and drink about half of the glass.
Niwyn spoke of Malcolm and a tear rolled down Max's cheek. It wouldn't go unnoticed that Winnie also was a little misty.
"Perhaps it is not wise to speak in too much detail of Malcolm. What is home does not change or fix what is missing here. I am curious though if this place is a mirror, in a way, to our home... could other versions of friends be here and able to help? If there was another Niwyn, could a man named Atreyu be here? Or perhaps an Illyana Griffinsbane? She had another name. It was... Dana Realta? In our home I was told she was a Goddess of the Fae?"
Zella had to pause a moment to remember that name as it was only uttered once in conversation between the young avatar and her Mother. And she had been there when Atreyu was apprehended and listened to all they had to say about him. She had no other business but to listen.
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Post by Aly'dra on Nov 30, 2021 23:41:20 GMT -5
A dark leg with bluish undertones appeared from under a silky sheet as Aly rolled onto her side. A hand reached around and lightly touched her stomach. Fingers played along her skin for a moment before she felt the palm sliding up her stomach to her neck. Fingers wrapped around it lightly applying the slightest pressure. A smirk would form as she felt lips brush lightly against her pointed ear.
"You are my favorite."
The hand released and Aly rolled onto her back. An alluring smile formed. Her companion had already moved from the bed and was getting dressed. Aly stretched before hugging the sheet to her and sitting up.
"I know." She'd give a playful grin.
She had been first hired to escort him to a dinner party quite some time ago. Ever since then he requested her every time he needed an escort….or other needs met.
He'd move over to the bed after finishing getting dressed. He leaned in to give her a goodbye kiss. She'd reach her hands up to cup his cheeks returning his kiss. She pulled back, her thumb lightly tracing along his bottom lip.
"Until next time."
A few minutes later, she was by herself. She laid back down. Her head rolled lazily to the side to check the time. She sighed and threw the covers off her. It was time to get ready. She showered and braided her long hair. Standing in front of the closet she would rifle through her clothes. She quickly pulled out a black dress. Classy but a little risqué, which was most of her casual wardrobe. Once dressed, she would give herself a once over. Satisfied with her look she grabbed her purse and headed out. She didn't want to be late for meeting Illimetha.
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Post by Ilimetha on Dec 3, 2021 0:03:03 GMT -5
Chastity Broker stood in the hallway before Ilimetha's office within House Elamshinae. His perfectly manicured long nails tapped anxiously against his vape as his gaze wandered out the window and to the city below. Ilimetha's office could be found on the 10th floor of the 20 story building, an architectural dream of artistic fluidity capable of hosting many a grand gala as well as house the thirty some courtesans that worked for her. Anything above the 10th floor reserved as private residences and spaces not open to the public. Chastity would be one of Ilimetha's courtesans, an androgynous and beautiful young high elf who was never seen without a full painted face in public. Today he wore a silken black dress with a plunging neckline and silver epaulettes with delicate chains dangling between them. Lilac hair would be perfectly finger waved and pinned in a 1920's style up around his neck. But today he wore another accessory, a crease of worry in his normally smooth facial features. A crease that would loosen only slightly as the elevator dinged and he'd turn to see Aly'dra step out onto the floor.
"Finnaly...." He'd remark with an almost exasperated sigh, striding her way in his 3 inch heels. "Someone arrives who has a little bit of sense."
When close enough he'd take Aly by the hand.
"I am sorry to do this to you. Ilimetha isn't back yet from her appointment. Rumor has it something is going on at the CdG tower. But we have a problem."
There was reservation and almost pout in his voice, looking up to Aly with lilac eyes the same color as his hair. He'd open his mouth to speak and then stop. It would be better for her to just see what was going on and hear for herself. Everyone knew Ilimetha and Aly'dra were close and that should anything happen to their fearless leader and protector it would fall on Aly'dra to take over the business.
Chastity would gently pull Aly by the hand to Ilimetha's office, opening the door to see three others. Cassandra, one of Ilimetha's newer girls had been handcuffed to one of the office chairs, long dark hair tousled from the obvious fight it was to get her there. Janét lounged on the couch while Bradley leaned against Ilimetha's large black oak desk. Both would look up as Chastity brought Aly to the room, standing to their feet.
"Aly!" Cassandra would gasp, attempting to stand to her feet only to be held down by the cuffs on either wrist. "Aly please will you just tell them to let me go. They're being ridiculous!"
"Ridiculous?" Chastity spat out before sucking air through his teeth. "Tramp. You should know the rules by now. We do not involve ourselves in politics. We do not go against the flow. And we certainly do not do this in public with clients."
The last remark would be said looking at Aly, as if Chastity was dropping the bomb as to why they had detained their sister in such a way.
"This is how we continue to thrive and keeps our building from being demolished with all of us in it. Your foolish mouth puts us all in danger."
Cassandra would attempt to throw her long hair back behind her shoulder without using her bound hands, looking to Chastity like he was being overly dramatic.
"I was fishing for information out of my client. Other than that I'm allowed to feel however I feel about injustices in this city."
This is when Chastity held up both of his hands, making a motion to click his nails together and just look to Aly.
"You know Ilimetha is going to kill this dumb Bitch when she gets back. More power to her. At this point you're the only one that can save her."
Chastity would take a deep long drag of his vape and just release a cloud of vapor as he walked past Cassandra's chair to sit down in one of the other office chairs near Bradley.
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Post by darkheart on Dec 3, 2021 13:11:55 GMT -5
Vespyr would walk away from the terminal, leaning against he doorway and watching Ilimetha's silhouette in the shower appreciatively. It was perfect the way she sculpted herself, and the deep ache to understand emotions and attachments crawled up within him. As ever he was eternally torn whether he should fuck her, kill her or abandon her. It was as if something in him wanted something from her, was scared of that need, and yet for all the mysteries of the multiverse, he couldn't understand this one thing. There was no time for that now, however.
"When you are finished you should go. My sister may have plans for you that neither of us appreciate. I'll have her centered by our next appointment. Use my personal teleporter, if you please. There seems to be quite the commotion, as you're aware. Your attention was appreciate as always."
He threw in the formality as he'd programmed himself to do...it was something normal people said, and she was the one person he seemed to care about formalities and pleasantries with. Taking one last glimpse, he turned dispassionately from the sight of her curves and walked back as the cameras came back up.
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Nathan would chuckle, not even flinching at the pain pulsed through him. Running a hand over his abdomen, the flesh mended and the clothes after. Waving his hand with a flick of the wrist back at Mia, the blood and flesh on her claws evaporated into cherry blossom petals, falling to the ground. He would scowl a bit as she mentioned his father, that wound being fresh yet. His smile curled back up though, shaking his head.
"Now now...there will be no collection of my DNA tonight. I'm sure you're dying to analyze it, but we'll avoid that for now. As for your question, do I look that stupid and withdrawn to you? Of course, your Vespyr is probably as smart or smarter than I am...but to answer your question, I'm not a clone. Where I come from, I'm your half brother. And if you're talking about my Mia, she's not here. I'm guessing you're referring to the two I saw on my way in. That would be my Mia's sister, Zella, and my half sister Niwyn....yes, my version of the one you killed. You have two other brothers, and Vespyr is one of them, true. Not sure how they got here, but I'll sort that out soon enough. You may wonder why I'm telling you this...the truth is, we're not a threat unless you mean to make us one. I don't care what's going on in your world, but I'd like to get back to mine. To do that, I have to seek some help.
So tell me, where is YOUR daddy? Never mind, though...I'm really more interested in your mother. She's been a naughty girl, but I'd still like to see her. Terribly hard to get an appointment, you know?"
He would look up at the cameras, having counted in his head during the altercation. He'd wave to Vespyr with a grin.
"Your system is rudimentary and your encryption weak...dominance has made you lazy, brother! Tell me, do you know where our Aunt is? Or our Grandmother? Did you destroy Solavi, or is it still standing?"
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Vespyr would watch the version of himself wave and talk. His curiosity was only overcome by the insults to his perfect system. He would walk over to the elevator, taking it down to the level they were on.
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Nathan would chuckle, shrugging. The truth was he'd found Puma. He was off to see her next. He had just needed to stall to replenish his juice. This place was reacting strangely to him, and his connections were all scrambled as the natural order of things and the suppressing system knew that a version of him belonged here, yet he did not.
"Well, I should be going. Um...one lesson from a loving brother to a less than loving sister, your shield is effective...but you're thinking in way to limited a fashion about your bioempathy...mostly because I'm guessing you don't square off against others with it enough. But your shield is made up of energy, which means it can be manipulated as well. I'm sure I'll see you soon, sis!"
He would draw deep in his gut and redirect her shield, making it magnetized. In the same fashion, he would magnetize everything in the aisle way, building a charge before reversing the polarity and shooting her like a railgun bullet out of the building. Hearing a 'ding' he would turn as Vespyr slowed down time. Vespyr would walk through the debris and suspended paper that hung like leaves in the air, strolling in great boredom towards the frozen statue that looked like him. Drawing a dagger slowly, he regretted that this one was likely too dangerous to study alive. His skull, however, would offer endless contemplation on who, what or how this being came to be. Pulling his hand back he thrust at Nathan, only to have his hand caught. His image would wink with a chuckle, then slap him across the face with a ringing backhand, ending the charade that he was frozen in time.
"Honestly, maybe I was wrong about the smarter than me part. Grow up, douchebag..."
There was a darkness in Nathan's eyes, swirling with crimson and blue at war with each other. As Vespyr still fought to comprehend the 'how' of it all, Nathan would reverse the grip on the dagger and jam it into Vespyr's shoulder, then haul back and knock him out. Time would return to normal, and Nathan would shake his hand. It had been forever since he'd actually punched someone. It kind of smarted. Strolling out the hole he'd made in the wall with his Mia-bullet, he hailed a cab. It was time to visit the Opera.
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Post by Deux McCarrion on Dec 3, 2021 18:55:28 GMT -5
Deux finished his wine. Mia had left him to his own devices, so he had called Boris to make sure he was on track. He just hoped that crazy Russian didn't go overboard with his tendency to go above and beyond. He placed the glass down and got up to leave the table. He walked into the rear of the restaurant, which had been closed for an hour.
"Wonderful as always, Georgio." He patted the cook's shoulder on the way out of the kitchen back door.
"Yes, Mr. McCarrion. I'm glad you enjoyed it! Send your lovely wife my regards!"
"You got it, chef." Deux stepped outside and began to walk towards the parking garage. He paused and lit a cigar and walked up to the top floor of the garage.
He leaned over the railing of the top floor of the garage and looked out over Meridian. He could spot the CdG building off in the distance. Next to that was McCarrion Labs, a three-pronged tower topped with a massive satellite dish that towered over everything.
Deux puffed the cigar, without a care in the universe.
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Meanwhile...
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An explosion deafened the underground Meridian sewers.
Moments after the rubble and dust fell, Boris the Blade rose from the dark water, wearing a full containment suit and backpack. The Russian assassin held a serrated machete and a pulse infrared scanner, so he could see in the pitch-black darkness without light. He had scouted just off to the lead tunnel that led to the Resistance territory only a day or so ago. Knowing the layout and patrol routes helped. He could operate in complete stealth in this location.
He scanned a few yards ahead. There was little but rats and other small creatures. He even saw the claw patterns of a baby alligator. The tunnels were silent. Boris sank back into the murky waters. The goal to cut off the main exit with a well-timed tunnel explosion had paid off, as his quarry would either have to dig the tunnel clear or go through him.
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Post by Ilimetha on Dec 3, 2021 19:11:28 GMT -5
Ilimetha had just shut off the water to the shower and slid open the frosted glass doors to find Vespyr standing there. A witty retort would normally find it's way to her tongue but the look upon his face would hold her ever rolling thoughts.
She was never one to allow surprise to show on her face, but this course of events did indeed catch her a little off guard. A tapered ear flicked away a droplet of water and yet her features would remain a perfect mask of calm and dignity.
"Thank you, Vespyr. Until next time."
She'd wait to step out of the shower until after he had fully stepped out of the bathroom, wringing her long hair out before taking the towels. She wouldn't dally, wouldn't bother to reapply makeup, she'd make sure she was at least presentable and move to the teleporter. The coordinates would take her only a block away from House Elamshinae, easy walking distance.
It wouldn't be until she was inside the building and inside one of these servant passages that she'd pause, take a breath, and allow herself to contemplate what had just happened. Mia had asked for her. In the public eye the sister had a poise and refinement of any socialitie and yet she had witnessed her gleefully rip out a man's throat with her teeth. If Mia had plans for her she could guarantee it wasn't for tea. Mia, for the most part, stayed out of her Brother's affairs. Vespyr's response she would need to think on and catalogue in her journal. He no doubt sent her away out of possessiveness. It was not uncommon for a trained Courtesan to be viewed as a possession by someone they serviced often and yet this last visit she found his normal pattern of emotions... off. He should have left her for his sister. Yet he did not. It was something she would need to look at further for her next visit and prepare just in case he had not actually diverted her attention by that time.
Enough thought for now. Ilimetha glanced at the time and noted how late she was running. She had promised a meeting with Aly'dra and had a gala to plan for between now and her next visit to the CdG tower.
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Post by Tana Puhrmann on Dec 3, 2021 23:28:45 GMT -5
Four minutes and the Queen of the Night's aria had concluded, slender fingers would reach back over to her device to check the status during the ovation. She'd sigh as the alert was still active. She'd pull up the security feed, the latest alert was that a hole had been blown out of the side of her building in the security wing. A flick of her thumb upon the screen would pull up the footage of Mia going through the wall, hurtled at least a hundred feet away. She'd stop herself before hitting the ground or the neighboring building of McCarrion Labs.
Tana closed her screen, sliding the device in her clutch and standing to her feet. Her guard would step up, placing his hand upon the curtain of the opera box, ready to draw it back so that she may pass unhindered.
"Seems ah must go. Will ya be stayin or joinin' me, Atyreu?"
She seemed slightly disappointed that her night was interrupted, though not with him. Trouble at the tower meant her attentions would be elsewhere for an undetermined amount of time and thus, it was truly up to him if he wanted to join her or not. She would have no qualms either way.
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