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| The League, Part Two; mischief, oh my! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 4 2018, 09:55 PM (52 Views) | |
| Wolfie | Jan 4 2018, 09:55 PM Post #1 |
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Auntie
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The sea: One of Saguna Nemo's long loves, and something she could always look to for comfort through her thirty-odd years. Unfortunately, despite her thirty-some years of life and as such life experience, she still looked no older than she had the last time most of the League had seen her... a decade ago. As she stood on the deck of her ship, a grand vessel with the moniker The Nautilus, she leaned against the metal rail with a smile on her face. Her hair, which she hadn't cut in nearly fifteen years, was looped around itself in a complex braid down her back and still waved in the ocean breeze. Behind her, the robot that had been once designed to kill her and replace her was enjoying the rays as well - her solar panels, normally stored in a series of panels under her back, were open and out and Robin's eyes were shut as the android hummed a song. The captain of the vessel turned her head, squinting in the sunlight of the bright day and frowning. "Robin, what is that?" The android perked up and her eyes, an eerie similar hue of blue to hers, snapped open as she turned to look as well. After a moment, the android spoke. "It is a Eurocopter UH-72 Lakota, heading in our direction. This is not unusual, Alvin, as these commonly fly over these waters here in the Pacific. We are fairly close to Hawaii and are probably causing them some undue alarm." "Ridiculous, we already told them we were making a short rest here." Alvin pushed off the rail and walked toward the helipad on the narrower end of the ship's deck. As always she was wearing her uniform - a rich blue coat in the same style as her grandfather's with the same bright gold sash and clean white pants, with her saber at her side. "We haven't received any hails, have we?" she spoke into the speaker at the helipad. Her first mate replied in a negative, saying there had been no calls in, and Alvin frowned harder as the helicopter neared. Robin stood close by, hands clasped in front of her as she watched it approach as well. "I am more than ready to apply warning measures if need be, Alvin." "No need. I'm pretty sure I know who this is." Alvin wrinkled her nose. She only ever had one guest uninvited that liked to drop in like this, though it had been at least eight years - the last time she'd seen this man, he'd finally given her and the rest of the League still on her ship the official debrief that the Malus activity they'd been chasing had finally come to an acceptably low level, low enough for local and national governments to handle without covert action by outside groups. S - a man with no real name, no origin, no nation that he openly called home - had once brought together a ragtag group of scarce more than eight people that had grown to a contingent of nearly fifty. The Miscreant League, he'd called them all - somewhat of an insult despite its accuracy, for none of them had fit in in open society. Vampires, assassins, freaks of nature, broken souls and shapeshifters - and more. For almost five years, her ship had been home to wild fights, terrifying entities, and constant anxiety... but it also finally made her feel as though she were truly at home as the captain of the ship, as she'd inherited it at the young age of fifteen and had only just begun to really grasp the reins when S came along after her eighteenth birthday. Handling the issues of the League as it contrasted against the needs of her own crew, she realized - at some point, and rather abruptly - that the League was not a separate entity from her crew. They were her crew too - odd, dysfunctional, but part of her ship just as much as anyone else on her original crew had been. She missed many of them, tried to stay in contact, but even with the ability to make free port, the ship being underwater for months at a time made communication with the land-dwelling members difficult. But now, she watched the helicopter make a delicate landing on her helipad, and she stared at the man that stepped out. The face, she knew well, but it seemed... wrong, somehow, almost too young for the stressed older man she'd once known so well. Ginger hair and the same hazel eyes, a familiar laugh at the joke of the pilot (some terrible pun, she was sure), and at first she felt a surge of relief - before realizing that this man was bringing untold chaos into her life once again. "S, no. Get off my damn ship." Her voice, still thick with her accent, cut across the air. "Not again." "Captain Nemo." S paused in front of her, carefully out of reach of her sword, and bowed lightly. Yes, it was him alright. She groaned. "I do apologize, but our land base was compromised. The Malus really want this one back. It's only temporary until we can allocate resources." "You said that last time and now Arik has a sous chef," Alvin said flatly. Markie and Zili had left long ago, settling somewhere in the U.S. or the U.K. She was never sure, Zili did like to travel often. S shrugged lamely and rubbed an arm. "I know. I'm sorry." Alvin raised an eyebrow at him. "What happened to you? You look... almost twenty years younger. You're not a vampire," she pulled her saber from her hip, still sheathed, and poked at his mouth, startling him into opening said mouth. She saw no fangs. "You're not a werewolf, your eyes aren't yellow," she prodded at his ribs, making him laugh hysterically and almost fall down. "And you're definitely not whatever happened to Germaine before she joined us." "I- hhahahah! St-Stooop, you're tickling me!" S wiped tears out of his eyes as he caught his breath, gasping a bit. "I-I realize now that there are- whew, a lot of things we need to talk about." He gestured to the helicopter as two guards pulled a prisoner with a hood over their head out, along with a rather large cage that was covered as well. The prisoner was rather relaxed where they stood, visibly not tense. "Shall we step inside?" ----- In the navigation room, Alvin stared at her prisoner over her map table. A woman stood before her, nearly six feet tall with shockingly white hair and startling yellow eyes too yellow even to be natural for a werewolf's eyes. Her face was almost severe in its sternness, but there was a tacit sort of sadness that softened the edges. "Your name is Dana Marks, then?" "Yes, ma'am." The woman didn't break her eye contact with her. She hadn't once questioned that the short and apparently-still-twenty-year-old woman was the captain of the ship and had been for twenty some years. "I was a physician in France." "That was your cover story, according to your dossier." Alvin snapped the folder shut. "For now, I'll have you and your-" She glanced at the cage, still covered, behind Dana. "-companion kept in one of the rooms down below." Once Janeseh, a long curse on the ship, had been dealt with, Alvin had gotten rid of the actual cells down below. There were now rooms with more secure locks, more severe security in general, in their place now. "Thank you, ma'am." Dana bowed her head. "You're not French." Alvin tilted her head. "You look Inuit, a little. Your hair's natural though." "I... experienced an intense shock roughly ten years ago. Sort of takes the color out of your life when that happens." Dana didn't blink. "My father was one of the aboriginals in Canada. I can't name his tribe, he was forcibly adopted by a white family when he was twelve years old." Alvin winced. "I'm sorry." "Don't be. I eventually found my biological grandparents. They're lovely. Mutants, both, still alive. Grandmother doesn't look a day over fifty but being made of ice does that to you. Grandfather's ... a bear," she said vaguely. Alvin didn't press, which Dana clearly appreciated as the woman finally broke eye contact. "I'm going to guess those occurred prior to your father's adoption then, may have been the cause." "Perhaps," Dana conceded. "I would like to be taken to my cell now. My room, if you prefer to call it." Alvin gestured to the guards, who hauled up the cage and walked out with the prisoner and the cage. Alvin heard a distinct, very loud miao! as the door shut. She looked at S, frowning. "Where on earth did you find her?" "Don't ask." S leaned on the table. "Just read her papers. I think... I think I can convince her to work for us instead. It'll just take some time." "Now tell me why you look young as I do." Alvin raised an eyebrow. S sighed and straightened up, closing his eyes and snapping his fingers. As he did, his skin changed from ginger-type pale to a pale pale, icy blue and his hair turned white. Alvin didn't even blink. "You're a djinn." "Of course." S smiled weakly at her, blinking eyes that were a startlingly bright silver. "How else could I have given everyone what they wanted most in the world?" He shook his head and the illusion of his young self took place once more, and he brushed his arms a bit. "Unfortunately, I came across a great font of magic that has both recharged me and regrettably added a few more hundred millenniums onto my life span," he joked, "But I assure you I'm still the same as I ever was." He glanced around. "Who all is still here?" "Liam lives with me most of the year, sometimes he's ashore. Arik still works in the kitchen, Star is still in her lab." Alvin thought. "And I'm expecting Erika and Infri sometime this week; Erika's doing a report on ... something about whales dying strangely in this region of the ocean and we happen to be in a prime spot to take a look and I'm fine with helping them out." Sometimes, just because of how damn large her crew was, she forgot who was on board and who wasn't, and instead she picked up the dossier to read it over one more time. Subject 49837 Name: Dana Marks -Former identity: Leona Ivalu Age: 47, D.O.B. Unknown Contacts: Unknown; may have had brief dalliance with various allies of ours during her time as a special operative for the Canadian government. Has remained positively mum on when she was brought on by the Malus. Physical Attributes: Shockingly white and short hair, bright amber eyes (suspected to be cybernetic - unable to test theory), deeply toned brown skin (subject reportedly has a parent who was an aboriginal native of Canada) and a very lean if athletic build. Medical reports that she has uncountable screws holding plates to old broken bones and all but one of her joints (left elbow) has been replaced. Her liver is also cybernetic - apparently she used to out-drink people and make bets on doing so. Cyanide pill capsule embedded in right back molar, has not bitten down on it yet for reasons unknown. Does not seem suicidal, did not fight back when captured. A series of subdermal implants generates a field that allows her to blend in almost seamlessly with her surroundings; has demonstrated it on request without complaint. Mental Aptitudes: According to research and dossiers provided by our Canadian contacts, Dr. Dana Marks (formerly Leona Ivalu of the Spec Ops team) is one of the most intelligent operatives on record that dealt with the Malus during our own dealings with them. However, roughly ten years ago, she disappeared from our surveillance and theirs. It appears that during this time, she was either forced to work for or chose to side with the Malus for personal gain, working under the assumed name of Dana Marks as a physician first in London then in France. She is notably quiet, somber even, but not melancholy - during routine visits by guards, she isn't quite upbeat but isn't depressed about her capture. If she does have any low moods, she has kept them to herself. Her only requests have been a record player, a handful of jazz vinyls, and a set of headphones so she can listen to the music politely without disturbing other prisoners in our facility. Skills: Hand to hand combat, improvisational combat, melee, martial arts, weaponry including but not limited to farming equipment, sniper rifles preferred over handguns but proficient with both. On capture, she had seven knives, two handguns, a sniper rifle, three passports, a vial of ashes, six different hit lists (most names on said lists are crossed off with the exception of a few politicians who have died of natural causes in the last few years), and a recipe for pecan pie stuffed into the lining of the jacket she was wearing at the time. She has claimed to have no idea where the recipe came from but is eager to be allowed to try it out sometime. Miscellaneous Items: In the small apartment she had been occupying during her stay in southern France, we recovered various journals, newspaper clippings, photographs, a laptop computer we have been unable to unlock due to the encryption, and a fully black Sphinx cat named Adonis. Said cat is residing in the cell with Dana and is fed several times a day and has a water fountain also acquired from said apartment, and he is also given several hours of playtime and frequent treats. Subject has expressed concern that he will get fat, but given the level of activity Adonis is prone to, he should maintain a healthy weight for his size. The subject has been transferred to the Nautilus as of the printing of this document. ----- Dana knelt down in front of the large cage once her door was locked, tossing the tarp up some and pulling the door open; it hadn't even been locked, just shut. "Hey there, Addy." She held her hand out for the large feline to sniff. Her beloved pet cat, Adonis, a cat more bengal than sphinx crept out and nuzzled up against her, peering around curiously at their new home. It wasn't France, with the wide backyard he could prance in, but ohhh, he could smell fish! He loved fish. But for now, the all-black and hairless feline jumped up on the bed, curling up and tugging a sheet over himself as he settled in to stare at his new surroundings. Dana stood up, looking around the room as well for different reasons. Her belongings were in the crate by the door, but she didn't quite feel up to unpacking it yet. Instead, she sat down next to her cat, gently petting him to help him relax as she tried to get used to this new place. She'd barely gotten used to the last one. Edited by Wolfie, Jan 4 2018, 10:03 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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| Miranda | Jan 8 2018, 07:20 PM Post #2 |
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The Godmother
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A woman sat on a bench on a busy street, hundreds of miles away from where the submarine docked. The woman looked completely ordinary and nondescript; brown hair, brown eyes, lightly tanned skin with a small dusting of freckles on her face, and average height and build. Most people wouldn't even notice her, their eyes passing without interest over her dull visage, but little did they know what lay beneath that average face. Jinx, formerly Lady Emily Anne Elisabeth Morley, a heiress from England; now a dangerous terrorist who worked for the Malus, was certainly not an average woman. She was a mutant, and her current looks were a disguise as her real form would have provoked too much attention. Jinx's mutant power was considerable; the power of spell casting, and her disguise was the result of a spell she had cast. In reality, Jinx's skin was slate blue, her eyes red and her hair purple and teal, falling to the middle of her back and frequently worn loose. She was currently rereading a newspaper article, the purpose of her visit. In the hospital in the town centre was a young man who had a mutant power that he was unaware of. His name was Victor Aster and he had from the age of fourteen suffered from frightening visions and had heard voices. He had thought he was going mad and had turned to drugs to try and drown out the terrifying experiences. Victor and his sister Vixen shared a room in the poor part of the town. Vixen had been born as Marc, but from an early age had known that she wasn't male, but a female trapped in the body of a male. Their parents had not been able to accept this, so the twins had run away from home. Vixen worked as a beautician, where as Victor paid for his drugs by offering up his hands and mouth to the degenerates of the town in return for money. He was currently in the hospital after a client had attempted to rape him, and Victor's suppressed mutant power had risen up and struck the man down before he could do anything. The police had written the incident off, assuming the client had suffered a heart attack, but the Malus knew different. This was a psychic and a class five at that, and they were determined to get him on their team. This was why Jinx was here. She was currently waiting for her colleague to arrive, and then they were going to go to the hospital to recruit Victor, by any means necessary. ~~~ The all consuming fear. Liam had lived with it for quite some time, the fear that once again, the woman he loved would die and leave him alone. He would not allow himself to dare to hope, even tho Alvin had shown no signs of aging. How could it be that she could live alongside him forever without getting old and inevitably dying? He didn't dare to ask her, and since S hadn't shown himself since the League had retired, there was no-one to ask. At this moment in time, Liam was on the sub. Tho he sometimes went ashore to visit old friends, recently he had wanted to spend as much time as possible with Alvin. Sunning herself on deck was a girl with long platinum blonde hair, yellow eyes, and a mischievous expression, currently hidden behind oversized sunglasses. She was wearing a brief bikini, the colour of gold and she lay on a sunlounger, a magazine besides her. The girl had white tiger ears and tail, showing that she wasn't completely human. She was in fact the daughter of Shamus and Aliss, and her name was Cleo, short for Cleopatra. When the helicopter landed, she sat up with interest, watching everything as it happened. Wrapping a silver and violet sarong around her hips, she got up and languidly strolled over, hoping to satisfy her curiosity. |
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| Queenie | Mar 1 2018, 01:01 PM Post #3 |
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Omarosa was far from the little girl she once was. Now, she stood at five seven, with a cloud of hair that had been forcibly tamed into knots on the top of her head. Her skin was still dark like rich, fertile earth, her brown eyes still sparkled with a love for mischief. But now she stood in the streets of Paris, speaking her accented French and wasting more money than was necessary on a luxury lavender lemon balm soap. She left the shop with a broad smile on her face, only mildly guilty; she had a scholarship here to study abroad, but sometimes a girl needed a nice treat. Even if it meant sacrificing some small necessity later on. Birds called all around, and, unlike most everyone, Rose could understand every call as if it were spoken word. She was long used to tuning it out, however; most of the time, birds just shouted about food, territory, and danger. She took out her phone and sent a text to her big brother, Djimon, promising to FaceTime him later; her brother and her sister-in-law loved to pester her about keeping in touch. She could only remember snatches of her time aboard that ship, but, honestly, she kinda missed it. ~ Gen had been in the Beyond for a few years at least; it felt more like home than the normal realm did. Awash in reds and pinks, it was always warm. Time meant nothing here, as little changed, including the native inhabitants. Tall, long-limbed, with no facial features, just a mass of skin and holes where ears might be. And yet, they always seemed to Know. She could communicate with them telepathically, and they called themselves the Specters. They have been watching the mortal plane for a long time, and intervening when needed. Lately, they had been restless. One she had nicknamed Guts -much to its bemusement- had been sticking around her constantly, for whatever reason. It refused to explain itself, and she had given up asking. It followed her like a watchful parent, and even checked that her energy shield stayed up; without it, the radiated present in the Beyond would kill her. But Magenta had learned her ability well, and now keeping it up felt as natural as breathing. But Magenta soon became aware of an inquiry; Guts had something to say. She closed her eyes and opened her mind to listen. Youngling, you must go back. She furrowed her brows. Why? I'm happier here. I finally feel... at peace. Guts placed a three-fingered arm upon the small of her back. Trouble brews again, and you must help. We cannot Interfere as yet. But you, as half of us and half of them, can. She sighed aloud in frustration. Living here was like staying in a comfortable dream. But she knew the Specters took their protective role seriously, and knew Guts wouldn't let up. Okay, where do I start, where do I go? Guts made a rumbling sound that vibrated from its very body, a noise that Gen had started thinking of as a purr. We will return you to the ship, don't you worry. She will remember you, We're sure. Gen turned and hugged Guts. Shocked, it took a moment to hug back. I'll be back. You know I will! Guts rumbled again. But of course. Now go! And before she could protest, a portal opened, and she was falling through. "OW!" she cried as she landed butt-first on a hard floor. She had forgotten what physical pain was like, and was so overwhelmed she had to lay back on the floor. She could see the sky, feel the gentle sway of the ocean- and heard voices. Way to go, Gen. What a grand re-appearance, she thought to herself. |
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| Wolfie | Mar 6 2018, 01:05 PM Post #4 |
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Alvin rubbed her eyes as she walked down the hall, still talking to S. Eventually, the subject came around to Alvin's own odd youthfulness as S leaned down to peer at her face more closely. "I don't understand, my own strangeness makes sense but you seem to have quite literally frozen your aging processes." "Hell if I know how. I'm definitely not invulnerable." Alvin flexed her bad shoulder - she'd hurt it on a job a few years back and Liam hadn't let her out of his sight for almost a month after. She smiled a bit though; she hadn't minded it at all. "I think it started when we tried that healing serum to see if my leg would grow back. Leg's still fake," she wiggled that foot. The Tsuko twins' incredible talents meant her prosthetic blended seamlessly into the rest of her leg. "But I haven't aged a day since. Maybe it set off my mutant gene if I have one." "Have you asked Star to test you for one?" S asked curiously. Alvin shook her head and lowered her arm once she was done stretching it. "I sort of... I don't mind not knowing. Every health evaluation comes back sparkling clean even though I'm technically in my thirties, now. I should at least have blood pressure issues for how stressed out I am all the time," she joked lamely. "But even that hasn't popped up to curse me." "I say take it as a blessing. More years with your vampire than most people would hope to ever see." S chuckled. "Yeah." Alvin smiled, a little - then she heard the loud shout of pain and froze, staring at the wall separating her from the source. She knew that voice! She opened the door quickly, stepping inside. "Gen?? What on earth are you doing here?" ----- Adonis perked his head up when he heard quiet footsteps in the hall, and Dana looked up from her records as she was organizing them. "What is it, Ad?" The large cat stretched languidly before hopping down from the bed, sniffing along the bottom of the door. He smelled a human. But also a cat? From the same source? A human carrying a cat- No, the human was a cat! His ears twitched backward as he stared, confused, at the thin line of light under the door before letting out a faint growl, tail sticking back straight as he backed away from the door. Dana put the vinyl down - Les Double Six, one of her favorites - and stepped over to the door to peer through the small window. "Hello? You're bothering my cat. I'd appreciate it if you didn't." It wasn't a threat - Dana knew she had no power or leverage here. But she very, very much disliked it when Adonis was disturbed. |
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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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| Miranda | Mar 26 2018, 03:36 PM Post #5 |
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The Godmother
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"Didn't what?" Cleo said, mischievously as, contrary as most cats, she walked closer to the door from where the intriguing scent was coming from. She was sure that there was another cat behind the cell door and she was determined to find out. She stood on tip toe to peer thru the small viewing window at the top of the door, her tail lashing as she did so. ~~~ Below decks, Paul sat in the den watching TV. He was bored, but stayed on the ship mainly cuz he didn't really call any place home, so the ship was as good a place as anywhere. Sam, who had once been a separate personality who shared Paul's mind, had left the ship a while ago, having found a place to put down roots. Paul sometimes envied him; he himself had never found any such place. ~~~ Star checked on her notes and ongoing experiments; everything was as it should be. She was expecting some visitors soon; her old lab assistant Erika, now a young woman who was coming to the ship along with her father, and her grandson Damien who would be visiting with Rose, his girlfriend. Star smiled at the thought, who would have predicted that those two would get together? While Rose was in Paris studying, Damien did occasional jobs for the American government. While Azhdeha was the more powerful of the two, the President generally preferred to deal with Damien due to him being more human and personable than his father. Still, Azhdeha was happy enough in his own way with Okeum, just as Star herself was with Arik. |
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| Queenie | Jun 15 2018, 09:14 PM Post #6 |
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Hot Lips
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Magenta looked through her horrendously overgrown white-gold bangs to look up at... a lady. She knew this lady, she did. What was her name? How long has she been gone, anyway? She gasped. "Alli!" That was the name! She sat up with a groan and rubbed her lower back, unaware that she was very obviously in early 2000's fashion; an old Panic! tee-shirt, pink skinny jeans with a pair of checkered vans and two mismatched socks. Her hair pooled on the floor around her even as she had sat up, white-gold but with faded pink tips. There were no scissors in the Beyond. She coughed as her vocal chords chafed after years of misuse, then croaked like a chain-smoker as she said, "Man, you look as if I just left yesterday. What year is it?" She tried to stand, got dizzy, and sat back down rather forcefully. "Ugh, I hate this gravity." - Rose was back in her dorm, packing an overnight bag; it felt like ages since she had seen Damien. Mon Dieu, how did a chubby, cutesy girl like her get a demigod-lookin' boy like him? Whatever, she wasn't gonna test her luck by questioning it too oftem, cuz it was time for a long overdue mini vacay. Sure, it was to see Star, but Rose loved Star, so no losses there. Azhdeha could be... intimidating... but she just made sure to always be polite when he was around, and there were no problems. (Plus, she was pretty sure Damien would be right mad if his dad ate his girlfriend... she had that going, right? And was he even gonna be there this time? Who knew?) It took about twenty minutes to pack, as she didn't quite know what to bring. She shrugged, tossed in capris, one nice dress, a tee, and a jacket, and of course some undergarments. Oh, yeah, toiletries! Morning breath was totes a no-go! After checking over her list -oops, almost forgot the leave-in conditioner!- she zipped the bag up with a satisfied sigh. Time to reapply some lipstick and wait for Damien's call. - Day and night, he was hunted, haunted. Help me... a thin plea, desperate and fading more and more as time went by. Nightmares that only half made sense, horrifying torture mixed with mind-numbing boredom and fear. Eyes swimming, head reeling as he shook awake, ever the more sure that time was running through his hands like water. I will find you, Rymes, even if I have to sacrifice this whole damn planet to do it. |
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| Wolfie | Jun 17 2018, 12:14 AM Post #7 |
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"Don't bother Adonis." Dana stepped past her feline friend, standing at the door and meeting Cleo's eyes through the small window. Adonis snarled behind her but she paid him no mind - he knew she was tense and only reacted appropriately. "I'm not going to be here for long. Your boss is transferring me out in a few months." She glanced up, hearing the echoes of a shout of pain coming through the vents. "...?" She shook her head and looked back at Cleo. ----- A light hum echoed down the hall near the lab and Arik eventually rounded the corner, a small lunch cooler in hand as he made his way to Star's laboratory. He was still very much the same goofy, loud, ridiculous man he'd been when he'd first joined the League, but after the actual death of his wife, Elizabeth, he'd sombered for quite a few years and even taken on more dangerous, more reckless missions... at least, until Star got him to open up and calm down again. "Star?" He knocked his knuckles on the door after opening it, smiling at her. "Figured if you had an hour, we could eat up on the deck for lunch today since we're on the surface. Made your favorite sandwiches too!" The notion had crossed his mind, much like it had Liam's so many times about Alvin, that Star was human and wouldn't live forever. But he could not - maybe would not - broach the subject with her, uncomfortable as he was with it. After all, the last time he'd turned someone, it had been his own daughter on her deathbed. So, Arik simply pushed the thought away - down and away, burying that worry somewhere inside the permanent (but gently and slowly shrinking) hole that encompassed his grief and mourning for Elizabeth. ----- Alvin stared in shock at Magenta, at her insanely long hair and the sound of her hoarse voice. "Gods alive, you've been gone so long!" Alvin knelt next to her and gently rested a hand on her shoulder, looking at S - who already had a glass of water in hand. Alvin made a face at him but didn't comment, grabbing the glass and offering it to the girl. "I've stopped keeping track of the years, Gen, but I haven't seen you in at least ten years. At least." The comment about her age almost slipped past her, "I just age slowly." She looked down, seeing she was kneeling on some of Gen's long, long, long hair. "Goodness, let's get you a haircut, your hair's longer than mine." ----- Erika, now in her mid twenties, finished packing her bags, practically thrumming with excitement - she'd missed Star, she'd missed the ship, she'd missed the sea! And, she would only admit to herself, the wild danger of being against the Malus. But those days had been gone for years now, and she'd focused hard on her studies. She picked up a folder and paused, seeing the words scribbled on it. "... Crystalarium..?" She gasped - how could she have forgotten!? She'd spent so much time on her actual studies on marine life that she'd forgotten her own personal project on the Nautilus. A few photos fell out onto her desk and she picked them up, looking them over one after the other. The first was of one of the entrances to the Catacombs of Paris, near where Claud... something... the weird vampire child... had she been there for that part?" Erika wondered idly, tilting her head as she read the notes on the back. Someone in their group had discovered a strange pattern of plant growth that made no sense, and they'd decided to venture inside. It became very clear, very quickly, that the plants were not plants, but strange crystalline formations that had twined and curled their way from a point inside the labyrinthine catacombs. At the other end of the trail, a room covered in the pastel but no less colorful gems, tightly wrapped around what the group had thought was just a giant geode of some kind - covered in dark stone, the discovery team had realized that it was just a burnt, melted covering hiding something strange but eerily beautiful. Even after all this time, no one had cracked it open even after it had been transported to the ship. One of the rooms closer to the top of the ship had been cleared out and used to store the strange life support pod - whatever was inside was alive, if barely, and semi-organic. In this room, the crystals melded with the metal of the floor and walls, giving them a pale rainbow sheen that dazzled if the ship was above the water and at the right angle with the sun. But what was in the pod!? That question had eaten at Erika for the years she and her parents had been on the ship - she'd spent so much of her time working with Star trying to figure out how to crack the pod open, and she hadn't realized she'd forgotten her samples of the crystal on the ship. Does Star still have those jars? she thought, rubbing her face. While she had the same abilities as her father, she hadn't quite yet dived into the modifications the way he had: She had a few carefully planned out facial piercings - an eyebrow ring in the middle of her left eyebrow, a septum piercing that while cute served well to balance the sonic shrieks, and one simple stud just below her bottom lip (she'd had a ring there, once, but it kept falling out so she eventually switched it out). She didn't have quite the punch her dad did, but what she lacked in raw power she made up for in range. Her current record for breaking a distant window was about 40 yards. She rubbed her thumb across the old photo of the strange crystal pod, tilting her head before picking up the file and heading up to her parents' room where her father had been packing, last she'd seen him. She knocked on the door. "Dad?" she called. "Can I show you something? I think they've still got this on the ship and I wanted to know if you wanted to take a crack at it with me when we've settled in." ----- A sweet hum echoed in the house that the rather odd little family lived in, a shower turning off as she climbed out while half-humming her favorite song. Her hair was a fairly dark shade of orange-red, though it would lighten as her hair dried, and she sat down in her room after getting dressed in a black maxi skirt and off-white cream blouse. Morrigan was barely a year younger than her older brother, though you wouldn't know it with how quiet she was. Where her brother had taken more after their mother, a human mercenary who was currently in retirement and running quite a lucrative mechanic shop, Morri was more like their father - just with one difference. Where his face and tone were usually without inflection, without tone, her voice had every ounce of energy as her mother's. Her face, unfortunately, never matched - which made actually getting into acting school like she desperately wanted was almost impossible. There was little more than she wanted to just be normal - even her brother got along with more people than she did, and she hated it. Not him - just hated the ease with which he dealt with people. What she saw as ease, at least, in comparison to their dad. She blinked a bit as she put her colored contacts in, wincing and rubbing her eye with her hand a bit. She had their mother's pale gray eyes, but she usually wore colorful contacts to make up for it. However, when she ever used her power, her eyes darkened to deep near-black... which, with the contacts, got a little bit creepy. She rested her head in her hands and stared at her reflection, screwing her face up and trying to make some facial expression, any at all. She managed an awkward grin, the most she'd ever been able to pull off, and sighed, letting her head hit her vanity desk with a groan shortly after. Edited by Wolfie, Jun 18 2018, 02:37 PM.
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