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| Miranda | Jan 29 2017, 02:29 PM Post #1 |
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The Godmother
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This RP is based on the film, but instead of the DC characters, we will use original characters. XD Basically, this is the movie with an all new cast. ~~~ Plot. Superman is dead. There are no superheroes waiting in the wings to step into his shoes to protect the city. So something must be done to prevent super terrorists from assembling an army of brainwashed meta humans and taking over. Intelligence officer Caren Miller has the solution. She is the leader of a secret government project to enlist imprisoned super villains into forming an elite squad that can battle the villains who threaten the city. In return, they are offered such prizes as reduced sentences, or things they really, really want. Caren is determined that nothing will go wrong with her plan. She already has the villains in mind, and has already sent out her agents to recruit them to the cause. They all reside in a high security prison named Belle Reve, which is notorious for caging many dangerous super villains. The recruits will have an implant called a nano bomb put into their necks so that they can be controlled. If they rebel, try to escape or attack their keepers, then the bomb will be detonated and they will be destroyed. Carin watched the monitor closely. This was footage taken from a top secret government security centre, where a notorious mutant terrorist had been kept prisoner for over five years, ever since his last rampage had happened. The terrorist was named Iblis and had powers beyond anything that the government had encountered before. His powers were simple; Iblis had control over fire, the ability to create fire, the ability to control other's fire... in short, his very soul was fire. Iblis had laid waste to the city five years ago in a rampage that had ended only with his capture. There had been another, shadowy figure beside him, who the authorities knew full well was Iblis' brother Mephiles. He could control time and manipulate minds with ease. Iblis had been captured and locked away in this secret complex and the authorities had heaved a sigh of relief... until now. It was almost as tho Mephiles had been waiting for the death of Superman before he went to free his brother... The scene that now played out on the monitor was unremarkable. It showed Iblis sitting in his cell, playing on a hand held computer game. A power suppression wristband glinted on his arm. Then, just a second later, there was no-one there. In just an instant, Iblis had vanished. But Caren knew what had happened; Iblis' brother Mephiles had frozen time, walked in and sprung his brother. This was serious; it meant that the two of them had a plan, and that plan would mean nothing but misery for everyone in the city, unless steps were taken to remove the threat. ~~~ Character Form Real Name: Code Name: Human or Mutant: Age: Appearance: Skills/Powers: Bio: ~~~ Real Name: Diego Blake. Code Name: Mad Dog. Human or Mutant: Mutant. Age: 21. Appearance: Long, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, average height, fairly thin. Skills/Powers: The power to make the impossible happen. Bio: Diego was put in an asylum by his parents when he was aged five. He was only there for ten years before he managed to break out and escape, killing the doctors who'd tormented him in the process. Aged fifteen, Diego began a career as a super villain who was known for being slightly crazy; a powerful allie to have, but a difficult one as he was unstable, reckless, obnoxious and completely self serving. He was eventually caught by use of chloroform gas and imprisoned in Belle Reve. Real Name: Louise Burton. Code Name: Bones. Human or Mutant: Mutant. Age: 25. Appearance: Average length hair which is black with a red streak, hazel eyes, tall, curvy. Skills/Powers: Louise has the power to manipulate her skeleton any way she wants. She can also affect others if she touches them and has enough energy. She is also skilled in unarmed combat. Bio: Louise and her twin sister Amy ran away from the orphanage where they'd lived for their entire lives. The twins were placed there at birth due to being mutants. Amy's power was the ability to control the forces of nature. The twins soon slid into crime, working as a team until they were betrayed to the police by a man who they had worked alongside, in return for the considerable award offered. Louise killed him at her trial with a spike of bone fired from her hand as he got up to testify, but there was still enough evidence to put both women away for life. Louise and Amy were separated and sent to different prisons, and neither twin was told where the other was. Amy was sent to a high security facility in another state, and Louise was sent to Belle Reve. ~~~ Caren glanced at her watch while she waited in her office. The irritation she felt at her agent's lateness didn't show on her face. Caren was interesting to look at, tho not conventionally pretty; tall and imposing, with cafe au lait skin and jet black hair put up in a severe bun at the back of her head. Her deep brown eyes were hidden behind tortoiseshell spectacles, now looking up from the file that lay open on her desk as the agent she was waiting for finally entered. "Malloy, glad you could finally join me for this most important meeting," Caren said, looking hard at her agent. She knew that the reason for his lateness was the small fact that the colonel did not relish the assignment she was going to give him. Colonel Marcus Malloy was Caren's most trusted colleague and it was simple; there was no-one else she felt could handle the assignment as well as he could. Marcus was tall and muscular without being bulky, his hair was brown and buzzcut short, and his eyes grey. He was in his late forties and had seen a lot in his career in the army, tho nothing like this. "Ma'am," Marcus said, inclining his head respectfully. Caren indicated that he sit and he did so. She rustled the papers and, picking one out, laid it down on the desk between them. She did not allude to it at first, giving Marcus a short explanation of the task he was to do. Eventually, she pointed at the paper. "This will be our first recruit," Caren said with a cold smile. Marcus sighed, then looked at the page, reading the terse lines. The file was surmounted with a mug shot showing the crazy eyed villain with a smirk on his face. Diego Allan Blake, aka Mad Dog or The Dingo. Metahuman with the power to make the impossible happen. Crimes include murder, armed robbery, aggravated assault, criminal damage. Currently incarcerated in Belle Vue. Marcus looked up, met Caren's eyes. "You're not serious." "Oh, but I am," replied Caren. "I'm sure that Diego will co-operate, given the right incentive. I also have these in mind." She laid down more papers, each one with a different villain's face on it. "This is the only other one which concerns you at this moment." Caren pointed to another page, this one with a photograph showing two women with identical faces, save that one had black hair with a red streak and hazel eyes, and the other had pure white hair with a blue streak and blue eyes. Louise Emily Burton, aka Bones, and Amy Lara Burton, aka Weather Witch. Twin Metahumans; Louise has the power to manipulate both her skeleton and others, Amy has the power to manipulate the forces of nature. Crimes include murder, robbery, torture, assassination. Louise is incarcerated in Belle Vue, Amy in Harkess. "We can get both if we work this the right way," Caren said. "All we have to do is promise them that they can be together again. Being twins, being separated is unbearable and that will work to our advantage." Marcus stared all the more. "You're crazy," he said. "Exactly. Crazy is what's going to get this mission off the ground," Caren replied. "And you will make sure that it does just that." Edited by Miranda, Jan 30 2017, 05:00 PM.
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| Wolfie | Jan 29 2017, 06:59 PM Post #2 |
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Auntie
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Real Name: Jack Tsuko Code Name: Currently none, was referred to as "Kira" by his yakuza bosses. Human or Mutant: Human ...? Age: 44 Appearance: Long blond hair, one blue eye and the other covered by a patch - this eye is a tactical scope that connects to his brain and he experiences severe migraines when trying to use both eyes at once. Muscular as most in his profession are, however under most of the skin on the left side of his body, mechanical muscles are visible. His actual human body is covered in scars. Skills/Powers: Tactical suppression, assassination, sabotage, general mayhem and murder. Bio: Jack came to the fore as a mercenary working in the Congo, primarily protecting villages and travelers for the right price. However, many who worked with him noticed that he had a strange detachment from other people and he wore sunglasses regardless of the time of day or night. After a skirmish, his fellows found that he wasn't quite human after all - a grenade had gone off near him and, with his skin torn away, it was found that he seemed to be some form of cyborg. Beaten down and feared, he left the area and was eventually captured in Japan ten years later doing work for the Yakuza. He was transferred to Belle Reve for the purpose of keeping him out of global hands - his origins are unknown and he has no recollection of childhood. He does however have dim memories of a woman with wild red hair, green eyes, and a little girl with strawberry-blond hair and blue eyes like his had once been. He does not have a heart, instead having some form of generator pump for blood in his chest protected by thick shielding. That being said, he is still capable of bleeding out and dying from grievous injuries (such as his head exploding because of a bomb in his neck). He is, quite surprisingly, more of a people person than the woman in the cell next to his... which leads us to Rosalyn below. Real Name: Rosalyn Decker Code Name: Puppet Master Human or Mutant: Mutant Age: 24 Appearance: Her hair, which was a light brown, is shaved down after an incident where she tried to hang herself with her long hair. Her eyes are deep brown and her skin is olive. Her gaze tends to stare through people and she doesn't speak, merely nodding acknowledgements or shaking her head as needed with minimal sign language or writing on a notepad. She has what one guard described as an elf-like figure - not exactly slim, not exactly curvy. Skills/Powers: Telepathy and mind control. Bio: Rosalyn was born to normal parents, who assumed for a very long time she had a learning disorder because she never learned to speak. However, when she proved to be very bright and learning at an accelerated rate compared to her young peers, she was diagnosed as mute and given scholarships to college before she was in high school. In actuality, her telepathy had developed at an early age and she used it to her advantage, cheating and skipping grades left and right. Mind control came around when she was sixteen... all hell broke loose one night at a frat party she shouldn't have attended and one of her close friends was very nearly assaulted. The frat boy was found with his belt around his neck in his closet the next morning. Rosalyn is terrified of her power and tries not to use it, not even to speak to people through her telepathy, and she turned herself in after a series of horrible nightmares caused her parents to kill each other, her powers affecting them in her sleep. She keeps to herself and barely interacts with the guards. Notably her powers are less effective on other mutants (powers are slightly more effective on mutants who don't have abilities relating to the mind), powers are most effective on mundane humans. She experiences high paranoia about other people, afraid she'll hurt someone because someone let her out. Highly recommended that she be allowed to keep a power suppression bracelet for when she sleeps. |
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They say it's what you make - I say it's up to fate. It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go. Your eyes, they shine so bright, I want to save their light! I can't escape this now, Unless you show me how! Imagine Dragons | |
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| Queenie | Jan 31 2017, 09:17 AM Post #3 |
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Hot Lips
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Real Name: Neil Schwarzenberg Code Name: the Soldier Human or Mutant: Mutant- Artificial Age: 19 Appearance: Neil is short. Like, five four short. Despite this, he has the body of a gymnast. As an albino, he has pale skin that refuses to tan, pale eyes somewhere blue and violet, and white-blonde hair of a shade almost exclusively found in small children. His hair has a tendency to get staticy and stick up. He eyes have a monolid, the only indication that she isn't purely of some sort of Northern European descent. He never got braces, and tends to speak in a way to hide his overbite. Skills/Powers: a little stronger and faster than most people, with mildly enhanced senses. More impressively, he can channel energy through his blade to make explosive or laser-like attacks, and can use said energy to defy gravity for a short time. This almost exclusively seems to work when in battle and when in motion. He claims to be able to speak to the "Spirit of the Planet", and to be its messenger and warrior. No tangible evidence of this exists, and it has been assumed he is merely off his rocker. Bio: A small boy from a small town that moved to the city for a chance at fame after the death of his mother, he ended up kidnapped and experimented on, instead, by a group looking to create super soldiers. They sought to modify him on a genetic level and replicate the sort of changes being a mutant brought naturally in a lab setting. They dumped his "body" when he was deemed a failure and thought dead, figuring such a nobody would never be missed. But he woke seemingly from death, almost a glow to his eyes and struggled his way back to the city. Having been a victim of the corrupted system that did nothing to prevent his disappearance on top of waking believing himself to be chosen by the planet, he becomes a vigilante and eco-terrorist. Unfortunately, without any connections, he is caught fairly quickly. Real Name: Clara Bête Code Name: Prima Ballerina Human or Mutant: Human Age: 22 Appearance: As her code name suggests, she is elegant in form, with long, muscular legs. Her skin is a smooth, medium brown, and her face is a little on the angular side, with a prominent hooked nose. Her eyes are blue, and her brown hair is dyed bright blonde. She is most upset that her roots re showing, but dying roots aren't exactly a priority at Belle Reve. Skills/Powers: Clara is very good at info-gathering and making connections. She is also pretty good at going unnoticed, particularly in groups of people, and can play herself as the dumb and pretty blonde very well. She does have actual dance training, and the muscles to go along with it. She is also a contortionist, like her father before her. Bio: Clara, like many little girls, aspired to be a ballerina when she grew up. She was actually well on her way to doing so, ignoring racist comments toward her and her single Rromani father. But then, when her father was murdered on her sweet sixteen, she seemed to snap. The sweet girl was gone, replaced by a vengeful young woman hellbent on seeking out the man who murdered her father. She knows that it was someone big, known for his racism and xenophobia, but, as of yet, he eludes her. In the meantime, however, any other bigwig that enables corrupted laws and pulls the strings of society to their own end will be subject to her twisted sense of justice. She is fairly positive the reason she got caught during her last "mission" is because her last girlfriend got caught and squealed. (Miranda, if there is a problem with the thing with Neil, let me know. I just thought it could present an interesting side-plot.) |
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| Miranda | Jan 31 2017, 06:53 PM Post #4 |
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The Godmother
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Ooc: No, that's fine. :) Starting the RP now, with Malloy being sent to recruit the squad. Btw, Malloy is an NPC so anyone can play him; just post him as he is described in my intro paragraph above. I will play Caren tho. ~~~ Caren nodded to Marcus. "Time for you to go," she said. "Don't forget; by any means necessary. And take the file with you." Marcus expressed his feelings toward this mission with a simple roll of his eyes, before gathering the papers together and putting them in the cardboard file that Caren handed to him. It had a skull on the front, with "Taskforce X" underneath. After he left her office, Caren began to look thru the intelligence on her computer. Several teenagers had been reported missing, from all neighbourhoods and aged between thirteen and nineteen. They all had one thing in common; they had vanished in the exact same way that Iblis had disappeared from his cell. And how many more were homeless teenagers, not reported missing cuz there was no-one around to care? Caren had no doubt at all in her mind; Mephiles was building an army. He had to be stopped. Marcus went straight to the imposing fortress which was Belle Vue prison. It took him ages to be checked in, thru all the security measures necessary to keep dangerous prisoners inside. The first prisoner on his list was Diego, and he asked to be taken to his cell. Diego was kept in one of the extreme security cells in the heart of Belle Vue. It resembled a cage for a wild animal more than anything, and simply contained a bed and a toilet. Diego was lying on his bed, reading a comic when Marcus, surrounded by armed guards, appeared outside the cell. A power suppression wristband shimmered on his wrist. He looked up with a bored expression as Marcus walked forward. "Come to pay a call?" Diego asked, sarcastically. Marcus rolled his eyes. "Actually," he replied, "This could well be the best opportunity you've ever had." He briefly explained the mission. Diego listened carefully, then said, "And just what do I get in return?" "If you and the others are successful," Marcus said, "A shorter sentence, plus any amenities you want." "And I get to leave here, and use my powers, right?" Diego asked, a gleam of interest in his eyes. "Yes, but don't think you can just do what you like," Marcus snapped. "We will take steps to ensure that if you rebel, fight back at us or try to escape, you will be eliminated." "I suspected that, or else you wouldn't be letting me loose," Diego said, smugly. "I guess I'll accept. Got to be better than being in this dump." Marcus nodded, ticking Diego off his list. He had hoped that the Dingo would refuse, but it seemed that Caren's insane plan was going as she had thought. "What a shame," he thought, as he crossly exited the cell and asked the guards to take him to the cell of the next villain on the list. |
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| Wolfie | Feb 1 2017, 03:51 PM Post #5 |
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Belle Vue wasn't the worst place Jack had ever found himself in, but the worst part was the dead silence. He could tolerate silence if he was working - but he'd been in here... a year, maybe? He couldn't remember. His cell was one of the ones with more moderate security, though that didn't mean much - there was a window that looked outside, not that you could climb out of it though, and he almost hated that peek of freedom whenever the sun came up. As a result he spent nearly all of his days asleep. He heard footsteps on the other side of the door as he dozed on his bed and he sat up, swinging his feet off as a man he'd never seen before stepped in. "You're not one of the guards." "No, I'm not. Fantastic eyesight you have." Marcus made a face at him. Were all of the prisoners so snappy? Jack smirked a bit and rested his arms on his knees. "What do you want?" "A deal of a lifetime for someone like you." Marcus explained the job, and Jack tilted his head as he listened. Jack cut him off partway through, "I'm in. What's the catch?" "If any of your team tries to betray the cause, they will be eliminated." Marcus just looked at him. "Eliminated how? Poison dart from a distance, sniper shot," Jack listed off the near-countless ways to take someone out from afar and a few up close. Marcus cut him off, "I assure you, it is the best method for the situation at hand." "Alright, deal. What do I get out of this? Shortened sentence?" Jack joked, leaning back on the bed. Unlike some of Belle Vue's other inmates, he had no bracelet on his wrist; he had no powers and unlike still other inmates who were prone to lashing out, he wasn't restrained. If a commuted sentence for good behavior existed, he'd probably be a candidate for it. "Whatever you want. If your team succeeds." Marcus raised an eyebrow as Jack tilted his head back to think. "... I'll get back to you on my reward when I can remember what it is I wanted before I got locked up in here. Memory problems," he tapped his head with a finger before pointing at the file in Marcus's arm, "probably got that listed in my file there, right?" Marcus looked unamused. "It's possible." Jack just grinned with one side of his mouth. "You, I like you. Go on, I'm sure you've got more pretty faces to talk to here." He glanced at one of the cell walls, not quite looking at it as he thought more about a potential reward for a job that went well. Marcus made his way out of the cell, gesturing to the guards to move on to the next one. |
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They say it's what you make - I say it's up to fate. It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go. Your eyes, they shine so bright, I want to save their light! I can't escape this now, Unless you show me how! Imagine Dragons | |
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| Queenie | Feb 1 2017, 11:58 PM Post #6 |
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Neil clutched at his head and rocked as memories shot through his head like bullets; painful, too fast to comprehend, and leaving a gaping hole in their wake. It had gotten worse lately, the symptoms of his trauma-induced amnesia, and he was no longer sure what was reality and what was a dream or lie. Was the persona he built up actually him, or did he steal it from somebody else? Why was there always name on the tip of his tongue and just out of reach, one that made him almost want to cry? He couldn't remember, and might not ever. It was a bittersweet blessing to be interrupted, to have a much larger man call for his attention using the little talk hole. Neil had to be contained in a cell made with a new alloy that did not break when he smashed into it. He was a fair bit stronger than most humans, though he was certainly not the strongest mutant in the world by far. He stood up and approached. "What do you need?" "For now, just a minute of your time," Marcus said. So Neil listened at the agent explained the proposal in a curt manner. "If you succeed, you will get a shorter sentence, and what other amenities you request." The young adult raised one of those clear brows. "If we succeed? And if we fail?" Marcus scowled. "You won't survive failure." Neil snorted. "I already fought death once and won. I don't go down easy... I accept." Marcus's scowl seemed to grow deep enough as to be a permanent fixture on his face. He gave the teen only a nod before adding a check to the name on the list, using all his effort not to roll his eyes at the arrogant twerp. He turned and left to find the next on his list. |
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| Miranda | Feb 2 2017, 06:52 PM Post #7 |
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The Godmother
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Marcus sighed and looked at his list. The next villain on the list was Louise Burton. Marcus was relieved in a way; he was sure that Louise would agree to sign up, for Caren had said that Louise would do anything to be reunited with her beloved twin sister. The guards took him to Louise's cell in the high security unit. Marcus was surprised to see that Louise was not wearing a power suppression bracelet, and the guard nearest to him explained. "For some reason, the wristbands don't work on her," she said. "Oh, we tried in the beginning, but it didn't make much difference. Just made her angrier and harder to deal with. Now, she behaves herself and doesn't use her powers, and she gets books for her Kindle. Her sister is just the same, tho I hear she likes magazines rather than books." Marcus nodded, and walked up to the bars of the cell. Louise sat crosslegged on her bed, reading a Kindle, and didn't look up. Marcus had another surprise; he had assumed that the red streak in Louise's hair was dyed, but even after so long away from a hair dresser's, the streak was still there. Obviously, it was a physical manifestation of Louise's mutant power. He coughed to get her attention and Louise looked up. "Do you mind?" she said, crossly. "I'm reading." Marcus sighed once again and repeated for the fourth time the deal he had been told to offer. Louise looked no less hostile, but keenly interested as well. "I have a lot of things I would like in return," Louise replied. "But first and foremost, I want my sister back. If we must be in prison, then the least that can be done is to allow us to share a cell. I also want a TV, a DVD player, an ipod, and anything my sister wants, too." "If the mission succeeds," Marcus replied, evenly, "You can have all of that. Don't forget that we will take steps to ensure that you don't try to escape." "As if I would ever assume otherwise," Louise said. "In any case, I accept." "Good," Marcus replied. "Once I am done here, I will go and inform Amy." Leaving the cell, he glanced down at his list. Two more to go, then he had to go and visit Amy. |
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| Wolfie | Feb 3 2017, 05:53 PM Post #8 |
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The next cell was padded and windowless, and a guard posted outside turned her head when she heard Marcus and the guards approach. "What, you relieving me of being her bathroom escort?" she asked. "She's still suicidal?" he asked, glancing down at the folder and the list of names. "When isn't she?" The guard sighed and stepped away from the door. "We've got someone on shift to keep an eye on her. She's in a straitjacket so she can't claw herself to death." She glanced at the door. "And she's been refusing to see any of the doctors about it and she's gotten pretty damn good at forcing herself to puke up antidepressants. So... Whatever you're gonna do, it better be quick." Marcus just sighed and gestured to a guard to open the door. The room reeked of disinfectant, a testament to the fact that Rosalyn apparently kept sicking up, and he stepped inside. There was no furniture, there were no fixtures to speak of - every inch of the wall, floor, and ceiling were padded and the light was severely recessed. Rosalyn herself was in a corner, apparently asleep. Her hair hadn't started growing back yet. He couched down a few feet in front of her. "Rosalyn, wake up." One of her eyes opened and stared straight at him - it was like someone was boring a hole to look straight through him. "Good morning, sleepy head. We have a job for you, should you want to do it." And, for the fifth time, he explained the job. He really needed to make a cliffnotes version for the last one, he was getting tired of repeating himself. Why hadn't Caren just brough them all into a room together? That would have been easier. Rosalyn listened to every word, her other eye opening as she sat up straight. When he finished, she just lifted her head, clearly exposing the suppression loop around her neck. He looked up at a guard, who kept a hand on his baton as he reached down and unlocked the collar. Thank you. The voice was entirely unwelcome - it sounded like the voice of a frail young woman, but something about it being in his head made his skin crawl. Can I please just stay in Belle Vue? If I do it? "I mean..." He frowned. "You don't want freedom?" No. I'd just hurt people. I can't be out. I-I'd like to be dead actually. That would be better for everyone around me. I'm not even sure I want to... do this job for you. Do I have a choice? She tilted her head, clearly looking nervous. "You can say no, and I will walk out of this room, and it'll be like we never met." He started to stand up. "I get it, that's a no, let's-" Wait! There was a decidedly harsher, almost demonic undertone to the voice in his head and he found himself back on his knees, frowning at her. She looked afraid and curled up against the corner when she realized what she'd done. I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to- I just- "It's fine." He looked up at the guard, who was ready to retaliate, "It's fine," he repeated, looking back at Rosalyn. No, it wasn't fine, and both he and Rosalyn knew that. "What?" I... Is there someone who can take my powers away? Make me stop doing what I do? She looked desperate. I just want to be normal. I just- I miss only being telepathic, but I'd even give that up if it meant being able to live a normal life of some kind. Marcus thought a bit, then remembered Diego and his power - was it possible? It was worth an attempt and an ask, perhaps, but not now. For now, he just nodded. "We have a notion of something, nothing solid-" I'll take it! Rosalyn got up shakily on her feet, standing up using the wall and her back. I'll do the job, I'll do whatever you tell me! Please. "If your team succeeds, then you will have what you want." He stood up as well. Rosalyn relaxed against the wall, tears steaming down her face. She looked a mix of relieved and hopeful and she shut her eyes, trying not to start crying more. Sorry, this is just- It's a lot. All the doctors and the other freaks in here said there's no way to get rid of it. "Just relax and get some sleep. You're going to want it." He looked at the guard and nodded; the man reached up to put the collar back on. Rosalyn visibly flinched, not consciously, before leaning her head forward to accept the restraint and she slumped back down in silence, a sigh of relief escaping her lips being the only noise in the room other than their exiting footsteps. On to the last one. Edited by Wolfie, Feb 3 2017, 05:54 PM.
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They say it's what you make - I say it's up to fate. It's woven in my soul, I need to let you go. Your eyes, they shine so bright, I want to save their light! I can't escape this now, Unless you show me how! Imagine Dragons | |
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| Queenie | Feb 3 2017, 06:39 PM Post #9 |
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Rather unnerved after that last one, Marcus went to the last cell, repeating this fact over like a mantra. One more and done, one more and done. And thank goodness, the last one was human. Her cell was normal, almost bland- but for the small amenities she had wheedled from various guards over the last year or so. She lay on her stomach on the bed, flicking through a magazine, but sat up promptly as she noticed him. For just a moment, her dark blue eyes were cold, hard, and calculating as she sized him up. But it was gone so quickly the look had almost been a glitch, particularly when compared to her warm, dimple-filled smile. She swung her legs back and forth like some sort of child with ADD, and clasped her hands. "Hello, hello~! I don't get visitors nearly often enough!" she all but chirped. Marcus exhaled slowly through his nose. "Clara Bete? I have an... offer for you." Then, without preamble, he went through the whole thing yet again. One more and done. "Ooooh! Really? And just what sort of mission could this be, hmmm? Particularly if you're seeking my help in a building full of those otherwise enhanced?" She fluttered like the innocent little girl she was not, though she had to know this was a reach. "Classified. You will only learn the particulars if you accept," Marcus said. Really, he would need a whole bottle of some real good whiskey after a day like this. Clara tapped her chin and swung her legs. "Is there a limit to my requests if I succeed?" "I wasn't told anything that specific, yet. You can find out if you acc-" "Very well, I accept! It sure is boring in this old cell and this could be exciting," she interrupted, nodding her head in satisfaction. He snorted and checked her name off the list. He turned to leave. "Awww, Mister, you never gave me your name! If you were the one to approach, surely we'll be working together?" Clara called. He paused, then huffed, shook his head and left. Kids, most of them. He was going to need many bottles of whiskey, that was for sure. (Clara is basically a slightly less annoying version of DeeDee from Dexter's Lab...) |
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| Miranda | Feb 3 2017, 09:02 PM Post #10 |
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Just as Marcus finally got out of Belle Vue, his phone rang. He put it up to his ear. "Hello?" "Glad I caught you," Caren said, smoothly. "You just need to go and call on one more for the squad." "Seriously, Caren? Seriously?" Marcus snapped. He was tired, both physically and emotionally drained, and just wanted to go back to his apartment and get acquainted with a bottle of whiskey and a sandwich. "Strike while the iron is hot," Caren replied. "Go to Harkess Prison and recruit Amy. I assume that Louise agreed? And the rest of them?" "Yes, just as you said," Marcus sighed. "They all want special privileges as well as reduced sentences. Well, cept for Rosalyn Decker. She wants to stay in Belle Vue unless we can come up with a cure for her mutantcy." "That could possibly be arranged. Diego Blake's power could probably fix that. I'd be happy enough to arrange everything else, as long as they succeed." "That's what I thought," Marcus replied. He didn't know why he was bothering to argue with Caren. Both he and she knew that he would agree, if only to get her off his back. "So go on, head to Harkess and sign up Amy," Caren coaxed. "Then you can have the rest of the day off and I'll take over arrangements for the preparation of the squad members. Like the nano bomb implants, and getting together their necessities. Once everything is in place, I'll call you and you can meet me at the heliport." "Fine. I'll go to Harkess, but I warn you, once I'm done talking to Amy, I'm going home and I'm damned if I'm going anywhere else today," Marcus said with resignation. "Great, text me once you have her consent, then I promise, the rest of the day is yours." With that, Caren hung up. Later, after taking a cab across the city to Harkess Prison which was situated on the opposite side of the city to Belle Vue, Marcus steeled himself before presenting himself to the warden. "I'm here to see Amy Burton," he said. "The Weather Witch?" smirked the warden. "Rather you than me." He summoned a group of guards as an escort to take Marcus to Amy's cell. His first glimpse of her was an eye opener. Amy was wearing the standard orange jumpsuit issued to all prisoners, but she had used a nail from her bed to customise it. The legs of the jumpsuit had been raggedly chopped off just below the thigh, and the arms above the shoulders. Amy gave Marcus a beguiling smile as she crossed her legs. "Come to see little old me? How sweet." Sighing inwardly, Marcus ran thru his spiel for, he hoped, the last time. Amy put her head on one side. "Wow, sounds fab," she purred. "And if we fix these naughty guys, then I get to have whatever I want? Well, I want tons and tons of things; I'll give you a list sometime. And at the top of this list, is my sister. I want to be with her in Belle Vue." "If the mission is successful, you can have that. And anything else you want," Marcus said with a sigh. "I accept, in that case," Amy said with a giggle. "Now, run along and arrange all that, sweetheart." Marcus was only glad to leave the place. Outside, he texted Caren then let out a big, heavy sigh. Working with Amy and Clara was going to be hell. |
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| Wolfie | Feb 3 2017, 10:47 PM Post #11 |
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The next day, bright and early, Jack was woken up by a group of guards coming to his door and abruptly grabbing him and yanking him to his feet. He yawned as he was bodiy shoved and dragged through the halls, looking around blearily and glad he was allowed to stop and stand still for a moment as he rubbed his good eye. "Mmnfff, what is it, did I blow something up when I sleptwalked?" he yawned. A dufflebag, carry-on suitcase, and a backpack were dropped in front of him along with a very large suitcase that was clearly meant for baggage in an airport. He stared down at the various bits of luggage before looking up at the guards, pointing at the pile of his belongings. "For real?" "Yeah. Gear up, then we'll take you to the helipad upstairs." "..." Jack tried not to look like he was a kid opening Christmas presents and failed as he checked over the bags, finding his limited amount of clothes in the backpack; his caches of ammo in the dufflebag along with actual caches of cash in various denominations and nationalities. In the carry-on suitcase was the set of kevlar he usually tried to wear along with some more business-like clothing, as well as... some outfits he didn't recognize, and in the larger suitcase: His guns. All of them. He checked all of them over to make sure they were all there and as he did, he felt one of the guards stab him in the neck and he involuntarily grabbed the wrists of the man, wincing and growling, "What the fuck did you just jab me with!?" "Precaution." Jack just stared at him before rubbing his neck, seeing the bits of blood on his palm from the injection point, and he muttered something under his breath before getting up and changing clothes out of the inmate uniform into a pair of khakis, a black t-shirt and heavy leather jacket lined with armor. "Whatever, let's go." On the way up, he met the frail-looking Rosalyn, who had few belongings that all fit into a messenger bag on her hip. Around her wrist was a power suppression bracelet that he raised an eyebrow at before holding a hand out for her to shake; the elevator ride was taking awhile. "I guess we're working together," he said. "Name's Jack." The girl just stared at him and nodded, looking at his hand and gingerly shaking it. "Don't talk much? That's fine, I'm sure there are plenty of talkers here that'll do it for you." Jack shrugged. |
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| Queenie | Feb 4 2017, 03:58 PM Post #12 |
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Clara was awake long before they came for her. "No need for violence, I will come willingly," she said, flashing her dimples in her most disarming smile. She fluttered at them and stepped daintily through, unsure what to expect and deciding that a facade of compliance was wisest. Then she was handed her good old duffel bag rather roughly and she squealed. "Does it have my dress in it? Will I get access to the others?" One of the guys shrugged. "No real idea, we were just told to hand it to ya." The broader guy rolled his eyes. "Not worth talkin to her, Mike. C'mon, princess," he said, casually laying a hand on her back. Then, as they began to walk, the other one jabbed her in the neck with something, and she hissed almost like a cat. "Ouch! That hurt!" The tall, skinny guy winced. "Sorry, I have protocols to follow." She sniffed. "Next time, ask a lady, first!" The big guy grumbled. "Just get to the elevator." When they got in, there was another group of even larger guides and a boy about an inch shorter than himself, looking sour with bags beneath his eyes. "Awww, cheer up, grouchy-face!" she sang. He glared at her, and his scowl deepened. She only giggled harder as the doors closed and they began to ascend. |
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| Miranda | Feb 4 2017, 05:34 PM Post #13 |
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Diego was prodded awake, and he snarled at the guard who had done so. "What is it?" "The best opportunity of your life," the guard replied, with a smirk. "Get up." Diego sat up, rubbed his eyes and groaned. A bag was thrust into his arms; it was his backpack that had been taken from him when he had been brought to Belle Vue. He had a quick look inside; everything that he possessed was in there, including his clothes. He quickly got dressed in regular clothes; black combat trousers, black biker boots, a long leather trenchcoat and a black Metallica t-shirt. Unlike many others who entered Belle Vue, Diego had no weapons. He didn't need them. He looked insolently at the guard. "How about taking this off?" he asked, tapping the wristband. "This first," the guard said, jabbing him in the neck. Diego winced. "What the hell was that for? I haven't done nothing." "Protocol," the guard replied. He then removed Diego's wristband. "Come with me and meet the rest of the gang." He then took Diego down to where the others were waiting. ~~~ Louise was waiting in the lobby with her guards. She had already been given her belongings and her clothes, as well as the unwelcome implant in her neck. Now, she was dressed in black jeans with horizontal rips all the way down the legs, burgundy Dr Marten boots, a burgundy velvet corset like top with black net sleeves and a short black leather jacket. Her face was made up with coal black eyeshadow teamed with thick black mascara and eyeliner. Her lips were painted plum, and her hair hung loose. She waited in silence. There was a sudden shriek, and, leaving the accompanying guards far behind, Amy ran to her sister. The two hugged, then stood next to each other, their arms around each other's shoulders. Amy had her hair in a high ponytail, tied back with a glittery pink scrunchie. She wore a bright pink cropped top with a Hello Kitty face on it, a black velvet choker round her neck. Her bare midriff showed a tattoo of a pink unicorn. Amy was also wearing very short blue denim shorts, with pink and black striped knee high socks, and denim blue platform ankle boots. The two sisters looked like polar opposites, but it was obvious that they were a team. Amy rubbed her neck. "Those horrid men put something in my neck," she said, pouting. "I think we all have had it," Louise replied. "To make sure we don't turn on them and murder them in their beds or something." Amy giggled. "I can't wait to meet the others," she said. "Hope that some are hot girls or hot guys." The guards took the twins down to where the others were. |
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| Wolfie | Feb 4 2017, 06:08 PM Post #14 |
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Jack and Rosalyn stepped out of the elevator together; Jack hadn't pushed talking to her and she'd appreciated it, and he was helping her walk down the hall. She hadn't eaten in awhile more out of her desire for death than any hunger strike and as they approached the twins, her stomach growled loudly and she turned red. "I'm sure we can find you some good damn food once we go outside. If we're where I think we are, there's a fantastic Greek place within a few miles. If I'm wrong, well," he shrugged, "Food is food but we'll start you on something light, otherwise you'll get sick." Rosalyn just nodded eagerly, looking up as they rounded the corner to the hall leading to Amy and Louise. Jack raised an eyebrow as the older man and the young woman stopped in front of them. "Well, feels like I've walked into a technicolor rock band here." He glanced at the guards in the room - one or two that had followed him and Rosalyn were carrying his other two bags since he'd been helping the girl. "... I'm not singing," he joked, "hate the spotlight." "Thought you hated talking to people, Jack," one of the guards said. "I've had a good week, I'm feeling pretty damn chipper, Bobby boy." Jack winked at him, then realized it just looked like blinking because of his eyepatch - which was now a normal eyepatch instead of a pad of gauze taped over his eye. After all, he could've strangled someone with the strap before. Rosalyn looked at the twins with something like surprise - there were others here close to her age? She managed a weak smile at them and waved 'hello' before pulling a notepad and pen out of the zipper on the outside of her messenger bag. The motion made the guards go on alert first before they remembered all of her belongings had been some clothes, a handful of notebooks and pens and a Kindle. Rosalyn wrote something down and turned the notepad for the twins and Jack to read, My name is Rosalyn. It's nice to meet you, I think. |
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| Queenie | Feb 4 2017, 07:00 PM Post #15 |
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Another ding, and two more young ones came out. Clara came out skipping in a pink sundress decorated with white flowers, her hair tied back with a pink bow. Her roots were still showing, but she was determined to fix that, and very soon. She wore a pair of silver flats that were sturdier than they looked, and some ornate jewelry. Neil followed, dressed in beat up black combat boots, jeans that had once been dark-wash but were considerably faded, a black turtleneck sweater that had the sleeves ripped off, and a harness crossing his chest that supported a ridiculous sword almost the height of the teen himself. Clara stopped dead at the sight of Louise, moth slightly agape. Oh, yes. This was juuuuust what she needed after her forced alone time. She noticed the other two and grinned. "Giiiirl party~!" she sang and skipped forward just as Rosalyn put out her note. She bent a little dramatically to read it. "Aww, hello, Rosie!" Neil hung back, frowning. Did everyone have to be so loud? His enhanced senses were back, and every word that came from Clara seemed to drill into his skull. He shook his head and made his way forward, but hovered on the outside of the group, closest to Diego, but still not really close at all. |
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| Miranda | Feb 4 2017, 07:13 PM Post #16 |
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Amy bounced forward. "Nice to meet you too!" she trilled. She took in Clara, and smiled. "Wow, I hoped and hoped that there'd be other girls on the team! Wouldn't be nearly as much fun if it were all guys cept for me and Lou." Lou smiled at Clara. She liked the look of the other girl; she also figured that Clara and Amy would get on very well. Diego just stood near Neil, not saying anything. He shot a glance at Jack. "Let me guess," he said with a smirk. "You're the chaperone." |
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| Wolfie | Feb 4 2017, 07:17 PM Post #17 |
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Jack did look a bit exasperated, seeing what, to him, were just a bunch of damn kids. He was almost fifty and none of these people looked old enough to handle anything. He heard Diego and just made a face. "Shit if I know, I'm here to shoot people and make things blow up." Rosalyn smiled at the three girls, just glad they were excited to all meet each other. Maybe she'd get along fine with them after all. She looked over at Niel and Diego, blinking a bit; one was scowling so hard, his face would get stuck that way, and the other (Diego) was clearly full of mischief. She couldn't help but be curious. |
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| Queenie | Feb 4 2017, 07:25 PM Post #18 |
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Clara giggled. "My name I Clara. That blond grouch is Neil- he probably doesn't wanna repeat himself, and I had to nag him for his name," she said as she hooked a thumb at Neil who muttered something about being nineteen, thank you very much. "Now everyone else... names! Except Rosie, we got Rosie," she said. She clasped her hands together and swayed back and forth, making her skirts swish an was her way of containing her excess energy. |
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| Miranda | Feb 4 2017, 07:38 PM Post #19 |
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Amy giggled. "I'm Amy, and this is my lovely twin sister Lou," she said, waving a hand at Louise. "We're well known round this area, for all the wrong reasons." "I'm Diego," Diego put in, grinning at the girls. "For some reason, they weren't keen on giving me what I want the most." At that point, Marcus walked in. He sighed inwardly as he saw a room full of kids, save for Jack. He felt exasperated; he hadn't wanted this mission in the first place, but Caren had pushed it on him. "OK, settle down," he said. "We have a chopper to catch." |
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| Wolfie | Feb 4 2017, 07:42 PM Post #20 |
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Jack just shrugged. "Name's Jack, and you all know Rosalyn's name here." Rosie just waved and peered at Diego - yes, he was definitely an oddball, but then they all seemed to be. Jack turned when he heard the footsteps of another person walk in and he let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god, I'm not alone here. Let's go." He grabbed the rest of his bags, hoisting his dufflebag over one shoulder and dragging his larger suitcase behind him. Now that Rosalyn had had a few minutes to rest, she was able to walk reasonably okay but her steps were somewhat small and would lag her behind the others considerably. She still hadn't taken her bracelet off, either. |
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| Queenie | Feb 5 2017, 03:30 PM Post #21 |
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Clara offered an arm and a smile to Rosie. "Here, you look pretty faint," she said. Neil just blinked quietly at the whole group before following the two eldest. He was tense and guarded, but hid it fairly well. |
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| Miranda | Feb 5 2017, 04:16 PM Post #22 |
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Marcus indicated to everyone that they follow him and led the way assertively out of the prison to the coach which was waiting outside. It didn't take long before the coach arrived at a heliport. There were helicopters taking off and landing, as well as a large military chopper waiting nearby. Also waiting was a woman with cafe au lait skin and black hair in a bun. Caren had swapped her glasses for a pair of tortoiseshell sunglasses, and was wearing a smart grey suit. She waited til the ill assorted group had approached her before she spoke. "Welcome, Task Force X," Caren said. "I will make this brief, as we are on a tight schedule. Your mission is to stop Iblis and Mephiles, two supermutant villains who are building an army to take over the world. Locations are in this folder," she took a file out of her briefcase and handed it to Marcus without stopping talking, "And any questions you have, you can direct to Colonel Malloy there. Reason being; he is going to accompany you, and I am not. Oh, and before you get any ideas about escaping or otherwise deviating from the mission you have been given, there is something you should know." Caren held up a hand held device. On it were the mug shots of every single squad member. "This is connected to the nano bombs which all of you were injected with," Caren explained, crisply. "I will be giving this to Colonel Malloy. Should any of you attempt to escape, attack the Colonel or any civilians save those set on you by the enemy or any other rebellious behaviour, all the Colonel has to do is select the miscreant on this device. That will activate the bomb, and your head will be blown off. So, I would advise you all to behave yourselves." She handed the device to Marcus, who pocketed it at once. "There is a military chopper waiting for you all; you can board it at once. It will take you to a warehouse, where you can start planning on what to do with the Colonel. Have a pleasant trip." With that, Caren nodded at Marcus, who reluctantly motioned the group towards the waiting chopper. |
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| Wolfie | Feb 5 2017, 05:56 PM Post #23 |
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Rosie smiled gratefully at Clara and leaned on her a bit, writing down in shorthand a thank you on her notepad. Jack avoided any and all smalltalk with the other people on this bizarre team of his, fussing a bit with the contents of his backpack to keep himself busy. Rosalyn doodled on some of the pages of her notepad to pass the time. On arrival, Jack looked Caren up and down, clearly stunned by her but he managed to pay attention - he was a mercenary first and foremost and she could probably lay him flat on his ass in a heartbeat or less. "Villains seems like a harsh word. Assholes seems more accurate." He ignored the nudge of Rosalyn's elbow in his ribs as she gave him a worried look. Rosalyn's eyes widened at the revelation of the bomb in her neck, both hands clamping over the spot on her throat as she let out a whimper of fear. Jack put a hand on her shoulder, frowning at Caren. He couldn't speak for the others, but he didn't find the measure that harsh - any of them could rebel. He didn't know who here was mutant and who wasn't, he supposed he'd find out along the way. After Marcus motioned toward the chopper, Rosalyn sniffed in clear misery before walking toward it, a hurry to her steps that wasn't there before. Jack watched her walk away before looking at Marcus, then the others, then at Caren. "You know, I was really considering asking if you wanted to go out for drinks when we're done dealing with Ob Nixilis and Mephisto-" He wasn't stupid, he was clearly saying their names wrong on purpose. "-but I think I've changed my mind." "Good call, now move your ass, Jack." Marcus shot him a look. Jack held his hands up, rolling his eyes and grabbing his bags as he started to walk. |
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| Queenie | Feb 7 2017, 08:01 AM Post #24 |
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The walk there was quiet, save for Clara humming softly. Where Clara gasped in apparent outrage at the bomb, Neil just blinked, apparently unphased. For the first time since meeting the others, Neil spoke, "What the hell is an Ob Nixilis?" It was beneath his breath, but he was revealed to have a surprisingly deep voice for his stature. He shook his head as he got on. He was wondering if that was some sort of reference he ought to know. Clara hopped in with ease and grace, and, when she sat, arranged her skirts just so. She'd just been bomb-tagged, labeled a "villain" -terrorist was more like it, thank you!- and told to go fetch some real stereotypical whackos, but she could still look fabulous. |
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| Miranda | Feb 10 2017, 06:55 AM Post #25 |
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Amy sat down next to Clara, with Louise sitting down on the other side. She turned to Clara. "Isn't this fun?" she said, with a giggle. "Fighting brainwashed and crazy kids, maybe supervillains, and all while looking fabulous." Diego said to Neil, "Think our chaperone is trying to be funny." He smirked. "Who cares what they're called? As soon as I get near them, they're dead, anyway." |
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| Wolfie | Feb 10 2017, 08:45 AM Post #26 |
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Jack didn't take a seat, grabbing a bar overhead and staying standing. He said to Diego, "I'm not your chaperone and quite frankly I couldn't give half a shit what you all do, that's Marcus's job." He paused though. "... Fuck, I really am old if you guys didn't get that joke," he muttered. Rosie sat down primly across from Clara, her hands in her lap as she looked up at Marcus. The man sighed. "You can take your bracelet off when you're awake, you know." She shrugged and hesitated a bit before unlatching it, tucking the unlocked bracelet in her pocket. "I just keep forgetting." Only Marcus heard her and he made a bit of a face when he realized that. "Sorry. Sh-Should I let the others hear me?" She tilted her head. "If you want, yes." Marcus glanced at the others, specifically Diego. Rosie had already expressed nervousness about being open about her abilities. Rosie hesitated and shook her head, just crossing her arms and leaning back against her seat. Nobody needed to know. (For the sake of clarity, Rosie's telepathy is always italic and in quotation marks, anyone else's unless otherwise stated are italicized and bold. >_>) Edited by Wolfie, Feb 10 2017, 08:47 AM.
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| Queenie | Feb 11 2017, 07:07 PM Post #27 |
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Clara giggled. "Will be even better if we can have shopping breaks- which, of course, I can also turn into intel runs, before anyone whines too much; a lotta homeless teens find sanctuary in public places like malls," she said. She turned to Amy. "Got any fave stores?" She was hoping that she and Amy could get Rosie to come with them; poor girl needed a major update in style and self-esteem! Neil just raised an eyebrow at Jack whining about his age, then turned back to Diego. "So, what do you do, anyway? I've only heard rumors, and they're vague at best." |
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| Miranda | Feb 14 2017, 06:44 AM Post #28 |
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"I buy things all over," Amy replied. "If I like something, I buy it; I don't really have a favourite store as such." She smiled at the thought of a shopping spree being fitted in during the mission. She shot a glance at Rosie. "We ought to get Rosie a makeover," she added to Clara. "We could make her look really pretty, and it would cheer her up. Retail therapy is always the answer." Diego smirked, and replied, "Whatever I want to do. My mutant power means that I can make the impossible happen. If someone hacks me off, they're dead. When I broke out of the asylum, I killed all the doctors who tortured me before. I've worked for the Mob before, but I'll take money from anyone. No-one had better doublecross me tho, or they won't live to regret it. How about you?" |
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| Wolfie | Feb 14 2017, 09:44 PM Post #29 |
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Rosie glanced up a bit in the other girls' directions, feeling nervous as she listened to them talk... but she was surprised that there wasn't any malevolence to their thoughts and plans to get her to dress up and feel pretty. In high school, even in college, she'd avoided other girls like the plague, because those girls' end game had been to embarrass Rosie after the shopping sprees. But Amy and Clara seemed eager to just make her happier. There wasn't much to do about her hair though; cut down so short, wasn't much to do except let it grow back in. Jack listened to everyone talk, giving Diego a mildly worried look (more for the notion that he might toddle off on the job because he could just bloody make his own neck bomb not explode if he felt like it) before looking at Marcus. "So where are we headed for, first of all? Boss lady mentioned a warehouse. I'm hoping it's not some creepy broken-down building, boss man." "It's not." Marcus gave him a level look. "It will serve the purpose just fine." "Uh-huh. Sure. So does a tent, boss man." Jack rolled his eyes. |
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| Queenie | Feb 16 2017, 12:17 AM Post #30 |
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Clara clapped "Yess! And a few good accessories will make her short hair look fashionable!" she said. "I go anywhere that has good dresses, really; they're my weakness. I avoid jeans, because i need to be ready to move at any moment, and they're faaaar too stiff." She paused, fished in her bac, and pulled out a headband with a large pink flower on it and handed it to Rosie. "Here! Put this on with the flower at a slight angle, walk tall and proud, and people will not question your looks. Well, okay, some might, but they're not worth your time." Neil nodded, impressed in spite of himself. "I have enhanced senses and strength, and can channel energy. I- I wish I could even find my torturers," he said. "Because I wasn't born or naturally like this; I was made like this." He said it quietly, waiting until Jack and Marcus were having a short conversation about the warehouse. Though he knew no one well enough to fully trust them by any means, Diego did not seem the type for shadow games or manipulation, so Neil wasn't too concerned with sharing this fact with the slightly older young adult. |
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