[RP] The Condemned

[Amizon]

"You are a disappointment to me, you will never amount to anything!"

Jocelyn Ferro opened her eyes, shaking her head. To the obvious eye, she was distracted and had something on her mind. But to say that would be the understatement of the century. The attentive blonde-haired psychiatrist wrote more notes down on her pad, observing her patient very closely. Josie cleared her throat and rubbed her forehead slowly.

"And how long have the dreams been going for?"

"I don't think they're dreams, more like suppressed memories," she answered sincerely.

The psychiatrist shot her a sceptic look, but Josie quickly explained herself.

"When I was younger, there was a fire and I was the only one that survived. My family perished. Ever since then, I've had post traumatic stress and been unable to recall the vast majority of my life."

"And what memories do you have?"

"The ones that I have here ... at MERIT. I can't remember the fire really well either."

"According to the research made after the fire, your powers developed at an early age?"

"They must have done. Because as soon as MERIT took me in, I've been able to use my abilities with no problems."

The session lasted for no longer than five minutes before the psychiatrist promised that they'd meet again at the same time next week and left eagerly to report her findings to the superiors. Josie had personally requested for the psychiatrist to assess her. Recently, she had been dreaming of the past and it had been affecting her mission work for MERIT.

Not only did it greatly disturb her that there was a voice that she didn't recognise, but she also felt intrigued her past was calling her.

After trying so many different treatments to help regain her memory, maybe naturally was the way to go. So Josie had tried to seek the meaning behind the dreams, only coming to one answer. Her memories were being suppressed, whether by her post traumatic stress or another external force. But she was determined to get some answers.

As she rounded into the meeting room of the headquarters, Josie saw it was empty. Was there an ongoing mission and they had failed to inform her? She turned on her earpiece.

"Agent Ferro here," she said. "Is there a mission I wasn't told about? The headquarters is empty."

She paused for a moment, listening to what her superior had to say, and raised an eyebrow. What she heard was surprising.

"Oh really? Expect me to be there as soon as I can. Most of the agents on the scene are human, someone's going to get hurt."

Cutting herself off from him, Josie sprinted to the elevator around the corner, which took her to the ground floor. She brushed past the employees that were getting on with their day jobs. Once she reached outside the building, she smirked when she saw her black shiny motorbike waiting for her.

Right, let's go and make sure no one gets killed, she thought to herself.

 

[Silver Shadow]

"Grah, I can't decide what to do!"

Orion flopped down on his bed, frustrated. He was stuck between either going gambling or staying home doing research on mutants in the news, if he could find anything.

This was pretty much Orion's daily life, aside from crafting golems and buying sculptures, via internet or shops. At the moment, he was stuck deciding what to do, and it frustrated him to no end. Sighing, he picked up a quarter from it's place on his bedside table and looked at it.

"Aright then... heads I stay home, tails I go to the casino."

Orion considered what to do. Since he obviously didn't want to influence the decision, he finally tossed it at a suit of armor in his bedroom, which deftly caught it out of the air. That was Orion's power, or at least one: the animation of inanimate objects or, if he really needed, corpses.

"Ok then, Shiny. You flip it at me, and I'll catch it out of the air."

The metal knight nodded (under Orion's command, obviously), re-situated the coin in his gauntlet, and then flipped it at Orion, making sure to put as much spin and height as possible into the flip.

As the coin flew, it caught the light repeatedly, looking for all the world like a miniature disco ball.

 

[Yaoi Master Gavin]

Isaac sat at his desk, idly spinning one of his oversized needles in his left hand. This one had been spawned from the black steel salamander that stretched over the wall next to him. It was supposed to have been a CD rack but Isaac had spruced it up, filling it instead with ivy, something he had been complemented on by the few that came into his apartment.

He was just about to put pencil to paper when a loud rapping at his door resonated through the room. He walked past the tables, and the mannikens to get to the door. Pulling his glasses just a little furthur down his nose, he opened the door.

Standing before him were two men in suits who quickly flashed badges. "What do you want?" he asked, none too friendly, his 6 ft tall height standing over them a good 3 inches. "I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to vacate the premises for a short while. The upper levels have become infested with a variety of insect life and the entire building needs to be fumigated," the older lookin of the two said.

Needle still in his hand, Issac stepped to the side and motioned with his hand to cover the entire room with the needle. "I can't just leave everything in the middle of my work. I have to make a living."

"Don't worry, Mr.... Ashwood," the younger one said, pausing to check the nameplate by the door. "You have twenty-four hours to gather what you need and leave."

Isaac sighed. "I guess I can stay at Ebonflame for awhile..." he muttered, going through his options.

The younger man looked at Isaac with a raised eyebrow. "Ebonflame...? It took him a few seconds to put all the dots together. "My god! You're Isaac Ashwood aren't you? My son absolutely loves your clothes. I think that makes up everything in his closet besides his shoes." The man chuckled at that.

"Nice to see people can recognize my work. Goodbye, gentlemen." He shut the door behind him. He was about to pull out his phone when a better idea struck. Holding the needle in two fingers, he let two threads of flame spiral up the length of it, heating it up.

Dissipating the flames, he opened the door and called out to the two men. "Hey, wait up." They both turned around as Isaac tossed the still hot needle towards the younger one. "Tell your son it's from Isaac." The younger man smiled a wide smile and grabbed the needle as it came towards him, dropping it instantly as it burned his hand slightly. It fell, singing the carpet around it. Isaac laughed and went back into his apartment.

He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialled the number for his shop. "Hello, this is Amy, how can I help you?" came from the other end.

"'Ello Amy. How's buisness doing today?"

"Very well Mr. Ashwood."

"Now how many times have I told you? Call me Isaac like everyone else."

"Yes... Isaac."

"Now then, have Randall and Michael clean out the secondary storage room. I'm moving out of the apartment. It's being treated for insects and god knows what else."

"Yes sir."

"Thanks Amy." He hung up. Amy was a cute girl, one of the new girls who had come in in the past few weeks. He laughed at her opening day prank. At the end of it she ended up hanging upside down in the break room, wrapped in the cloth scraps of the past few weeks.

Dialling a moving agency, he set it up for them to come in an hour to start packing his things up. Isaac took the hour to pack the more delicate things like this works-in-progress as well as packing a suitcase with clothes. When they came they spent another two hours packing up everything else.

Leading in his black 2011 Toyota Camry, he brought them to Ebonflame, his shop in NYC. Using the back door, they took up all his things to the cleaned out storage room. He wouldn't be staying there unfortunately, he had to get himself a hotel room or something until he could find a new place to live; he wasnt going to go back to the apartment.

His mind wandered about town, trying to think of somethign to do. He finally settled on one of the casino hotels; there he could make up for the lost productivity time.

He watched the movers leave and got back into his own car. Starting it up, his CD came on playing Epica's Sancta Terra. Not his song but still a good one. He drove to the other side of town to the Straight Flush Casino & Hotel.

Booking a room for the night, he also paid for $100 worh of chips. He left his luggage in his room and went back down to play a few games.


OOC: Shadow, if you dont see this....

 

[Silver Shadow]

OOC: Tails it is.

IC: Orion caught the flashing coin out of mid-air and looked at it.

"Tails it is. Hmm... there goes one power. Oh well."

Orion sat up, checking to make sure his harmonica was with him. Though most people didn't know it, Orion was a music lover, and most people also didn't know he could play as good as what he hears. This wasn't because of any natural talent, or maybe it was, if you could call it that. Orion grabbed up his wallet and cellphone, keeping each in a separate pocket. Orion grinned as he took out said harmonica.

"What tune today.... This one should do."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K06lYkPji2Y&feature=related

Orion snatched up an MP3 on his way out, so as to have an excuse for music coming out of nowhere: it would be kind of hard to explain to people that he could manipulate sound, his second power. He walked out and hopped in his car, driving down to his favorite casino, the Straight Flush Casino & Hotel.

-a few minutes later-

Orion parked and locked his car. As he walked in, he stopped for a moment to talk to the chip transfer person (so sue me, I don't know much about casinos. I'm not allowed in them, technically, so eh.)

"Hey Jerry. What's new, man?"

Jerry, the worker so-named, looked up at Orion with a grim smile.

"Hey Orion. You might want to watch out; the manager is this close to banning you from here."
"Seriously? Damnit.... I'm going to have to win a lot today then... and buy him ANOTHER slot machine, placate him."

Jerry grinned, handing over Orion's customary $500 as Orion took out his debit card (Orion didn't trust credit cards). After the transfer of money, Orion pocketed the chips and turned around to see a well-known face. Approaching, Orion spoke up to get his attention.

"Isaac Ashwood, the famous clothes designer. I didn't know you were a gambling man."

Orion then extended his right hand towards the famous man.

"But where are my manners? I am Orion Smith, gambler extraordinaire and buyer of sculptures and medieval armor. I'm also a music lover, as you can hear."

The tune still played in the background, as Orion's concentration on it lessened a bit. In his left hand he held his harmonica, ready to be played whenever.

 

[Valkyrur]

((OOC: No idea about the time, so well, I'll just set the time But really, I'll need a White knight to save this damsel in distress))

"Where is she!?"

The trepidation, the horror, have never seemed so immense until then. Her heart was pumping ever harder against the cold grip of terror. Yet, there was no respite, no rest for the weary. Lacrimosa, or Lac for short, panted heavily as she ran, despite the fatigue in her legs.

Behind her, members of the Black Hand were in hot pursuit. Thankfully, it was now evening. As they sky darkened, Lac became just a little harder to see in her black one piece dress. What was unfortunate though, was her extremely pale complexion that her makeup could never cover up.

"There she is! After her!"

Lac cursed under her breath. "Here we go again," She hissed, mentally blocking out the burning sensation in her thighs before breaking into a sprint.*

This was her ability; the manipulation of senses. By just willing it, she is able to completely block out the entire, or part of the, sense. If she wanted, she could do it to a person as well, but to a limited extent, and she must be in direct contact with the target.

Which was an inconvenient factor at this point, otherwise she could have just cut off her pursuers' sense of sight.

"Ha! Got'cha"

The girl stopped in her tracks, staring at the burly Black Hand member before her. Then, with a sudden wave of inspiration, she dashed to the side, running through several branches, cutting herself in the process.

It was a rash move, but at least it put some distance again.*

Finally, she found herself on a road- the first sign of civilisation after having been in a forest for a while now. "Tch, when--"*

She was cut off as she tripped over a small outcrop on the road. Laughter promptly erupted all around her, as the Black Hand formed a tight circle around Lac. The fear was now beyond immense.

It was catastrophic. An amount that would cause a world wide calamity. And it was all contained within her scrawny body. The memories of her parents getting slain sprang to mind, breaking past her mental barrier.

Tears sprang forth uncontrollably. "Too bad you didn't accept our offer. No hard feelings, eh?"

Lac slammed her eyes shut, blocking out all her senses, praying her death would come quick and easy.

 

[Amizon]

"What's the situation here!?" shouted Josie, arriving on her motorbike.

She hadn't been wearing her helmet this time, although she could've easily healed from an accident, anyway. The man next to her was leant back against the wall, a gun in both hands. Another man appeared from around the corner, flying into the pile of rubbish nearby. Josie rolled her eyes. She didn't need to know what was going on.

"Another psychic mutant?" she groaned.

"You say it as if it's just another day on the job, Jose!" remarked the man to her right.

"That's because it is, Paul," grinned Josie. "All right, so we've got you, Jack and Mischa tackling our new friend. Distract him, I'm going to sneak up on them."

"How the hell are you going to do that?"

"I might not be able to use my mind to throw everyone back, but I've got my fists to speak for that. So just don't start shooting yet. We can't have any casualties just yet."

As she said that, Mischa came flying into the pile of rubbish and hit it squarely, slumping unconscious along with Jack. Josie turned to Paul, nodding at him. He started darting forward with his gun. Josie soon followed, allowing the psychic mutant to be distracted by his sudden appearance. As soon as she slammed him into the other agents, Josie was left standing in front of him. Before he could make a move, she sprinted and slid on the floor, injecting a dart into the mutant's ankle.

He moaned in pain, falling to his knees and eventually collapsing altogether.

Josie looked down at him. He only seemed to be a boy ... maybe only nine or ten years old? She glanced back at her fellow agents, who were beginning to come around, and then back at the boy again.

"They can't do anything without me," she chuckled to herself.

 

[Gaige]

"Wait."

A tall woman stepped forward, a small smile on her face as she looked at the girl. "My dear, sweet little Lacrimosa." She cupped her fingers under Lacrimosa's chin, attempting to dig her nails in just enough to draw blood.

"You shouldn't have denied us, little Lac," she whispered. "Now look what you've gone and done. Wasted the time of all these lovely soldiers." Amelia tutted, almost like a mother would tut to a disobedient child.

"You still have a chance, Lacrimosa," murmured Amelia, wrenching her hand away before Lacrimosa could tap into her powers and affect her. "Atone for your sins, and return to us, and you will not be harmed. It is your only hope of survival."

She smiled softly at Lacrimosa, her eyes glimmered in the glow of the slowly materializing moon. "And you always so loved life, did you not?"

 

[Abstract Debauchery]

Remilia smiled as she got to the bank again, then quickly frowned as she realized that she shouldn’t have been in here again. This was the second time in a month, and she wasn’t happy that she was spending money too quickly. There was no excuse for it. Just because she hadn’t run into any Black Hand or MERIT members in the last month, did not mean that she could live a lavish lifestyle and blow a couple of hundred dollars in a couple of weeks.

It was either that she spending less, or start stealing more money at a time. Remilia was thinking that it was time to start spending less. Sure, a fancy car was nice, but it wasn’t necessary. Remilia walked through the front doors of the bank, each step of her boots echoing off the marble flooring. Walking directly towards a security officer, she asked, “Excuse me, I am in need of a restroom. Can you please show me the way?”

Nodding his head, the security officer led the way. This was the routine that Remilia used every time she did this. She would go into the restroom, lock the stall, and teleport into the bank vault, stealing everything that she could carry in her rather huge messenger bag. Grinning as the security officer showed her the door, she walked in, feeling somewhat smug about being able to knock over a bank without ever getting caught. Remilia was the envy of criminals everywhere.

She looked into the mirror once she was inside, and looked at her own reflection for a little while. She thought that she should really make more of an effort to brush her hair. It was long, very long, but that was no excuse to rob a bank blind looking as if you’ve just gotten out of bed. Dismissing those thoughts, she walked to the biggest bathroom stall in the back, and locked the door behind her. It was funny, she thought, she had robbed this bank twice now. This time would be the third, and no one could recognize her, despite having an otherwise abnormal appearance. Remilia was sure that pink hair was not normal to the masses.

Dismissing even more thoughts, she teleported directly into the bank vault. She knew exactly where it was, and knew exactly what she was going to grab. The safety deposit boxes were full of private things, such as family heirlooms, jewels, and other assortments of things. On the other hand, she could have just ran towards the money, shoving her messenger bag to the brim with money. Last time she made out with $400,000 of beautiful Government cheese. Today, she wanted to make it out of this vault with $500,000.

She started by opening the bags, and grabbing stacks of $100 dollar bills wrapped together with bands that said “$10,000”. Ten of those would give a person $100,000, and Remilia had no intention of leaving the vault with anything less of $500,000.

In less than ten minutes, she was done. Her bag filled with half of a million dollars, she teleported back into the restroom. To everyone else, it would look like she just walked out of the restroom, doing what everyone else does in there. To Remilia, she would be walking out a rather rich woman. Stepping out of the restroom, she smiled to the helpful, but unknowing security guard and walked out of the door.

It was night time, she noted as she looked up, a very nice one at that. Looking around, she noticed that no one was around walking, which made this next part much easier. Walking around to the side of the bank, she checked around one last time for people. Seeing no one, and hearing no one, she took to the skies, her bag held tightly at her chest.

Flying was amazing, it was refreshing, and no matter how much of a bad day she had, she could simply fly and forget all about it. Remilia had no way of knowing where she was going, but she didn’t care, this was the life. She often thought about going back to New York, or perhaps London, where she was born. However, no matter how many times she thought about it, or wanted to at times, she liked living abroad. No, she loved living abroad. Plus, it kept her out of trouble with both MERIT and the Black Hand.

Speaking of which… There seemed to be a handful of Black Hand members right now, next to a forest, surrounding a small girl. That must have been an all time low for them, picking on a small girl. Although Remilia didn’t like getting involved, this made her somewhat angry. Remilia dropped into the forest from a distance, and prepared to attack.

As she watched, she saw a woman, rather evil looking smiling at the girl in front of her. It seemed as if they wanted her to join them. Therefore, the girl they were currently bullying was a mutant, like Remilia. It was now time to intervene as she heard the woman asked the girl if she loved life.

Before anything else could happen, Remilia shot lightning from her fingertips at one of the surrounding members, rendering him unconscious, “I am afraid that I cannot let you harm the girl. I apologize for any inconvenience that this may put upon you. However, I am afraid that the poor girl you happen to be bullying may not be a fan of yours. Please escort yourselves away from the defenseless girl or pay the consequences.”

 

[Gaige]

Amelia had felt the intervention of the woman and smiled warmly, looking at Lacrimosa. "Excuse me for a brief moment, Lacrimosa," she said, before turning to regard Remilia in a fashion almost like a cat regarding a mouse.

"An interloper. How fascinating." She tilted her head to regard the girl, her smile replaced by a more serious look "And another mutant too. The plot thickens." She suddenly chuckled, holding her black gloved hand up to her mouth.

"The universe is quite a comedian, bringing you here today. I assume you're a rogue." She held out the same hand and pointed at Remilia. "As such, this is a matter beyond your control." She sighed, almost as if she was regretful of that.

"Let's see if you can take sweet Lacrimosa from me," she murmured softly. Psychic energy gathered in her mind, and with a single thought, it was hurled at Remilia, almost invisible aside from a rapidly moving heat distortion in the air.

 

[Valkyrur]

It was when Lacrimosa heard a firm voice said 'Wait' that hope shone a ray amidst the darkness. Yet, as she opened her eyes to look to the speaker, she realized it was nothing close to 'savior'. This woman was tall, beautiful too, and certainly didn't seem like she was going to save Lac from her predicament.

"My dear, sweet little Lacrimosa," She said, as she cupped her fingers under Lac's chin, pressing her fingers deep enough to draw blood. Her fear made her lose grip of her mental blockades, bringing her back into the reality of the pain in her thighs, in her badly scratched arms and now, her chin. She gripped the lady's wrists tightly as she continued coolly. "You shouldn't have denied us, little Lac, now look what you've gone and done. Wasted the time of all these lovely soldiers."

She did this with mock distastefulness, which only stoked the flames of fear. Her tears were still flowing, profusely too, as the lady before Lac spoke. "You still have a chance, Lacrimosa,"

The lady wrenched her hands away from Lac, depriving Lac of the only chance she had to remove her senses and make a final dash for freedom.

"Atone for your sins, and return to us, and you will not be harmed. It is your only hope of survival. And you always so loved life, did you not?"

Lac broke down again, whimpering loudly as the Black Hand members around her chuckled. The memories of her parents' deaths, having been blocked out by Lac herself for so long, just kept replaying itself in her mind, repeating and repeating. Yet, try as she might, she could do nothing to stop this continuous replay.

Out of the blurred vision, she looked to the main source of her fear at the present. This tall lady, whose name she didn't know, whose apparent pleasure is in her suffering.

She was about to surrender to the Black Hand when out of nowhere, a bolt of lightning struck down a member of the Black Hand beside Lac.

“I am afraid that I cannot let you harm the girl. I apologize for any inconvenience that this may put upon you. However, I am afraid that the poor girl you happen to be bullying may not be a fan of yours. Please escort yourselves away from the defenseless girl or pay the consequences.”

And from seemingly nowhere, a girl who looked to be about the same age as Lac herself appeared. Quite a strange looker, too, in Lac's opinion. She had long flowing hair of pink, and decided to match her black top with a matching black, baggy pants. Even with her fear at the point in time, Lac couldn't help wondering how she looked rather weird.

But the mysterious Black Hand lady cut off all thoughts, reverting Lac back into a state of terror.

"Let's see if you can take sweet Lacrimosa from me,"

And with that, the lady summoned some form of energy and directed it at the newcomer with barely any warning. It was at that instantaneously brief moment that Lac saw her chance, just like her chance back in the forest. Blocking out all her fatigue and pain, she rushed at the lady from behind, and grabbed the lady's arms.

Then, she quickly activated her skills. Willing with all her might, she cut off the lady's five senses, and then ran towards the pink-haired lady. It didn't matter if the pink-haired lady got hurt- Lac would just mentally remove the pain for the time being. They now had 5 minutes, at most, to escape, and Lac certainly didn't want to get caught another time.

This time, she knew, she won't get her chance.

 

[Abstract Debauchery]

(OOC: Ephe, if you don’t mind, you can have Lac run into Remilia’s arms and have them both fly out of there. )

As soon as Remilia heard the tone in her voice, she knew the woman in front of her wasn’t kidding around. She knew what she was doing, and before Remilia could do anything about it, Remilia was lifted off the ground and being pushed into the forest, where Remilia’s back, and her head, slammed into a tree rather hard. Suddenly, Remilia knew she was going to have a rather huge headache.

Looking up, she saw the girl grab the woman by the arms… And start running towards her. Remilia wanted to go back and attempt to fight the woman, but after a display of power like that, and the fact that Remilia would be outnumbered, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t somewhat afraid. It would be illogical, and irrational to attempt to fight the woman now. It didn’t take a genius to realize that Remilia was out of her league. It would be fair to assume that this wasn’t even the same sport.

As Remilia stood, she watched as the small girl ran towards her. Remilia knew that it would be best to run, and catch the girl in her arms and start flying. She could teleport her, but the rush of that had a high chance of a pre-teleport vomit, and teleporting two people would require twice as much energy as teleporting one person.

Making sure her bag wouldn’t fall, she looked the girl in her eyes, and yelled out, “Jump into my arms!” She would fly the girl out of here, and get to someplace where the both of them could lay low for a while. Remilia wasn’t aware of the fact that a branch from the tree had broken the skin on her back and was causing her to bleed. She was mistaking it for sweat.

 

[Gaige]

Amelia dropped to the ground, growling as her senses were cut off. Dammit. There wasn't even any pain to make her happy in her discomfort. This was the ultimate irritation for one such as Amelia.

With a lack of visual and audio, Amelia could only target Lacrimosa with her mind, remembering in which direction the pink haired girl was. Another psychic wave formed in her mind, and was sent in that direction. It was something akin to mental echolocation.

She could still speak, even if she couldn't hear her own voice. "You won't escape me, little Lacrimosa," she called out with a smile. "I'll hunt you to the ends of the earth and back. Enjoy your freedom, because it's only temporary. Your death will be quick when I find you. Don't cry for yourself, Lacrimosa. Cry for all the people we'll torture to find you and remove you from our world. Cry, Lacrimosa. Cry, my sweet little mutant."

 

[Valkyrur]

As expected, the psychic force took the pink-haired girl by surprise, sending her flying off towards a tree. Lac frowned, glancing over her back to see the Black Hand starting after her, despite their apparent leader, the mysterious lady down on her knees and growling like some ferocious animal.

“Jump into my arms!”

Lacrimosa didn't intend to do that, but in her state of panic, she couldn't think of anything else better to do. Not even when her vision revealed the pink-haired girl to be in quite a terrible state herself. The branches held a trace amount of blood, probably the girl's blood, but she didn't seem to take notice of it.

"You won't escape me--"

As soon as she heard that, an unknown force hit Lacrimosa and sent her flying towards the pink-haired girl. It was apparently a force from the lady aimed at the newcomer, but nevertheless, without her senses to tell her of the pain she would otherwise have experienced, she picked herself up as if uninjured and continued on into the pink-haired girl's arms.

As she touched the girl, Lacrimosa quickly activated her spell, removing the girl's sense of touch. "Such is my power, *sniff*. I remove senses," Lac stuttered as she slumped over the pink-haired girl. She could hear her bones snapping, and as she laid in the girl's arms, she felt her mental control weakening. The pain was returning, but at least for now, she should be safe.

"R-un," She groaned, as the feeling of pain returned to her,

 

[yuki-raptor]

~::[I LOVE YOU TOO SISTER]::~

Marina sat clutching her head in pain, Her sister dessa had gone out and without dessa's loud and cheerful voice to concentrate on ther rest of the worlds noises came seeping in. She cringed at every new gunshot or dog bark that she could hear. she tried to concentrate on one noise only, something that dessa said helped her get control of her powers at first. It kind of worked, but as soon as Marina made the observation that it worked she lost concentration and the pain started again.

She rocked back and forth, her eyes screwed shut until suddenly she heard a familiar voice whisper her name. Her eyes snapped open and there in the dimness of the room stood the unforgettable person that was her sister dessa. "Hey Mari" The older girl said "I have a present for you, Close your eyes" Marina did as she was asked and was shocked when all the noises and pain had dissapeared, about a millisecond before she had realised that something warm and fuzzy now covered her ears.

She opened her eyes and saw Dessa smiling at her "Ear muffs" the older girl said, "this way you can only hear things that are nearby" Dessa laughed. Marina's eyes became watery and she leapt at her older sister "Thank you so much" She said crying with happiness "You are the best older sister ever"

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Dessa Reloaded her shotgun and fired once more at the group that faced her. "This better be worth the danger im putting myself through" She said to the person near to her "Your pay was already decided, you will recieve it when you finish the job" She looked at the man and figured that if he was lying then he would pay either way. "Well ok then" She said rolling from cover and taking two of the other men by surprise. She ran over to the now pair of assailants and stabbed one in the throat while aiming a high kick at the other.

As one man collapsed gurgling on his own blood she pulled the knife from his throat and shot the other dazed man in the chest. They lay there bleeding as dessa returned to her employer. "Nice doing business with you" She said holding out her hand for the money. From the look on his face he had obviously hoped she wouldnt be able to succeed so he didnt have to pay the agreed price but he reluctantly handed over the money to her.

She walked away and went into a shop, her gun slung over her back on its weapon strap. She purchased some food and a pair of blue earmuffs. "Just her colour" She observed as she headed home. It wasnt far back to the house and before long she had stepped into the dark room, not that the dark effected her with her increased senses. "Hey Mari" She whispered at the shaking figure near her bed "I have a present for you, close your eyes" as soon as marinas eyes were shut Dessa put the earmuffs onto the younger one whose eyes opened questioningly moments later "Ear muffs this way you can only hear things that are nearby" she chuckled and then nearly fell over when the younger one pounced up to hug her.

 

[Abstract Debauchery]

She caught the girl as she fell into her arms, and Remilia held her tightly as she was prepared to take off. However, before that, she could feel a slight pain in her back that was going away. Not knowing she was even hurt until the girl pointed it out, she felt a sense of relief as the pain from hitting that tree went away. “Such is my power,” the girl said to her, as she sniffled, no doubt in a state of distress from that woman, “I remove senses”. That was a rather interesting power, Remilia thought to herself. Before she could say anything, the girl simply called on her to run, and Remilia did just that.

Pushing off, she held the girl tightly as they flew into the air. “Please, hold on tightly, I do not want you to fall,” she said, “I will take you to my apartment in town, we will be safe there.” Flying back over the forest, Remilia noticed that her speed was slower due to holding the girl. However, she doubted very seriously any of the Black Hand members could fly. If they did, Remilia no longer had a way to fight back, and she hoped very seriously that even though she was slower, that maybe she could somehow out maneuver them.

Eventually, Remilia could see the buildings of the city in the background. Making sure she stayed up high enough, Remilia looked around to make sure she could find her building. Upon locating it, she landed on the roof of the building, and let go of the girl. “This is my apartment building; you are more than welcome to stay for a while. If you do not min- Never mind, I guess you will see.” Remilia opened the roof access door, and walked in, leaving it open for the girl as Remilia opened her apartment door, located on the top floor, making the roof access door a major convenience for night time flight.

As Remilia opened her door, she left it open for the girl as Remilia opened the bag and set the contents of it on the table in the living room. $500,000 dollars now strewn all over the place, as well as jewels both small and huge now covered the table. Using her powers of lightning, Remilia flickered on the light, exposing the walls, which were covered in Star Wars and Star Trek posters, and stacks of far, far too many books lying everywhere. Remilia smiled, it was good to be back home after that.

 

[Valkyrur]

((OOC: As much as I would so gladly beg you to continue posting to keep up my inspirational mania... We have to slow down so the others can catch up... ))

And all of the sudden, the two were in the air. It came as a total surprise, and even as Lac found her own consciousness weakening, she knew better than to loosen her grip. The flight was fairly quick, and stopped rather abruptly- at least, in Lac's opinion. Considering the fact that Lac herself seemed to have broken a few bones, this only translated into greater pain for herself.

And pain that she couldn't block out either. However, the pink-haired girl didn't seem to know as she opened the roof access door. “This is my apartment building; you are more than welcome to stay for a while. If you do not min- Never mind, I guess you will see," She said as she walked in, and disappeared out of sight.

As soon as the girl disappeared, Lac collapsed, clutching her back as she groaned. She didn't allow herself to wallow in her pain for long though, picking herself up again to stagger towards the roof access door, down one level to see a door open. Lacrimosa walked in with great difficulty, which she hid relatively well.

Inside, the girl was standing in front of a table that held the largest amount of money that Lac has ever seen. Not forgetting to mention the jewels, small and big, which were strewn all over the table. Lac felt her jaw drop as she stared at the immense wealth before her. Then, as the lights came on, she was treated to another surprising sight.

Star Wars and Star Trek posters filled the entire wall, and pretty much the rest of the room was filled with books. And so many that Lac could feel herself getting giddy just looking at them.

She looked over to the pink-haired girl, trying to suppress her pain, which quickly overwhelmed her surprise as she spoke,"Hey, thank you for earlier. I a-am La-Lacrimosa."

Lacrimosa couldn't resist grunting as she felt strength escape from her legs. The fatigue of having not stopped running was starting to cause cramps in her legs as she quickly sat down, massaging her thighs and shins.

"S-sorry for the trouble. I'll try to leave as soon as strength returns to my legs."

 

[Ezio Auditore]

OOC: Hey Lightning, how about a quick fight one-on-one to introduce my character? Since my guy as originally trained by Black Hand he will probably know of you, you can decide if we've met each other personally.

IC: William frowned as he watched the spectacle going on below him. Having followed the Black hand group chasing the young girl he waited, glad he remembered to wear his green cloak today as it camouflaged him. His unshaven face had a look of concern as they surrounded the poor girl and then anger filled his heart. Amelia was there.

From where he stood he was incapable of hearing what they said but he didn't need to. The poor girl had obviously been someone they wanted to recruit and she had refused. William quickly prepared to strike, waiting for the opportune moment when their defences were lowest. He could end this now, killing Amelia would severely cripple the Black hand but he had no idea of her combat prowess. From the way the "grunts", as William referred to them as, gave her space she was clearly a powerful woman.

Just as he was about to jump in however, someone new appeared. This was unexpected... William thought as he continued to watch the exchange happening beneath. Suddenly something happened and William was shocked, it was very rare for a group of ability users to just appear in the same area and watching he could easily see they were all very strange and powerful. As soon as the girl and woman had disappeared using some sort of teleportation ability William jumped down form his hiding spot.

"Why hello, Amelia." He gruffly spoke, his deep voice echoing quite loudly in this isolated area.

OOC: Eh, I haven't RPed in a while, I'm quite rusty. Gimme some time to get back into the flow

 

[Abstract Debauchery]

(OOC: Understood, this’ll be the last one until the others can post more. XD)

Out of the corner of her eye, Remilia could see the girl stumble somewhat. As the girl walked in, she took note of the jewels and money. Remilia could tell as the girl’s jaw hit the floor. She looked around some more as the light came on at must have took note of the books and everything else. She then spoke to Remilia, “Hey, thank you for earlier. I a-am La-Lacrimosa.”

“It was not a problem. I was more than happy to help, no one deserves being bullied by those scum. I am Remilia. It is nice to meet you,” Remilia said as Lacrimosa sat down on the couch, rubbing her thighs and shins. “S-sorry for the trouble. I’ll try to leave as soon as strength returns to my legs.” Remilia stood up, going to the freezer. “Please, stay as long as you like. It has been a long time since I have last had company,” said Remilia, as she grabbed an ice pack and a heat pack, “These should help with the pain. Feel free to use them.” Remilia walked back to the couch and handed them to her. “One is cold, and the other is hot, depending on what you need.”

Sitting back down, Remilia looked at Lacrimosa. “That is a rather interesting name, for someone with a set of rather interesting powers. What else can you do?”

 

[Amizon]

"Great job, guys!" Josie spoke loudly, as she walked into the social area.

It wasn't much of a social area, just the place where they did their research and talked while they worked. It was all too familiar to Josie. The best part about MERIT's secret underground base was the fact hardly anyone knew it existed. The only way to get in was through the lift in a business's building, which was two hundred feet tall.

"We did all the leg work and you just punched the kid," remarked Paul.

"Sorry that I'm practically one of the few mutants on this team," she rolled her eyes, teasing him.

"Speaking of which, wasn't Remi meant to be with you?" asked Mischa, who was busy putting weapons away in their compartments. "You are the leader after all. I mean, God knows why ..."

Josie placed both hands on her hips defiantly, but merely smiled weakly at that comment. "Well, go ask the superiors. I think they'll be only too happy to explain why. Anyway, I'm hungry. I'm going to grab some of the leftover pizza from last night."

She left the area and proceeded to the kitchen, opening up the box of pizza in the fridge. What she was greeted with wasn't pretty. It was a ticking time bomb and there were only sixty seconds until it would explode. Remaining calm, Josie sighed sadly. Wasn't this the seventh one this week that the Black Hand had sent in the pizza?

She dashed to the training area, closed the door tight and sat down in the middle of the now-empty room. She threw the bomb up and down in her spare hand, waiting for it to go off. Josie even yawned. Anyone would have been scared in her position. But taking the brunt of bombs and just about anything didn't phase her. After all, she did it for a reason. She was practically the only person who would come back after an explosion.

Unless you counted Remi.

 

[Tipsynaruto]

Remington, or Remi to her friends and colleagues shook her head free from the drowziness as she pulled herself from her bed. God knows what time it was, but Remi was pretty sure it wasn't too late. After all, she only snoozed her alarm once. Blindly, her hands swept for her electric alarm clock and felt debris and pieces where a clock should be.

Oh no....

As if afraid to see what was there, Remi cracked open her left eye and spotted what was once her alarm. She had done it again. Remi often accidently destroyed her alarm when she tries to snooze it and this was one instance. With her alarm out, she had no idea of the time, but it didnt matter. Clothes were quickly thrown on and her guns slung into place before she bolted out of her room. Although she has her own house and all, Remi at times stay in a spare room at MERIT HQ. Remi fixed her tie and burst into the room in a rush. Her colleagues were all there except for Josie.

Sorry guys. Broke my alarm again. I should buy another two.... set them apart y'know? Where's Josie anyway?

Last i saw, she was headed to the kitchen.

After thanking Mischa, Remi headed into the kitchen, but it was empty except for an open pizza box. From memory, the last week, the team saw 6 bombs sent into MERIT via pizza. Should could hazard a guess and assume a seventh was here and Josie was most likely in the training area. Remi moved quickly and upon arriving at the door, gave a short knock.

You dead yet?