[RP] The Condemned

Josie was tired of waiting for the bomb to go off. This had almost become like a standard routine for her now. She sat there with her legs crossed and breathing in and out, just waiting for the damn thing to explode in her face. She heard a small knock on the door. It was Remi, wanting to know if she was dead yet. From the way she was speaking, she must have only just gotten up. Josie chuckled to herself, knowing what she could be like sometimes.

"Any second now!" she spoke loudly, closing her eyes and preparing herself for the impact of the explosion.

As if on cue, the bomb activated and the force of it threw Josie right into the wall. She hit it squarely and fell onto the floor. Her face was burning up, but she was all too used to the pain. She felt the wounds slowly closing up. Thank God she could heal. Thank God she only felt the pain for a short while. But at the same time, feeling the pain reminded Josie that she had once been an ordinary human. It gave her the link to humanity that she always wanted to remember.

"I didn't die this time," she announced to Remi.

She rose to her feet, removing the leather jacket and tossing it aside. Well, there was another expensive piece of clothing gone to waste. It didn't bother Josie too much. After all, the company paid for these clothes in return for her services.

"Face was burned as per usual, but I think I'm getting better at where to place the bomb before it explodes. You can come in now. The only damage is the leather jacket. I really liked that one, too."
 
OOC: I'm totally fine with that. We'll have them know each other for the sake of a little banter.

IC: Amelia's senses began to return, but much too late for her to track down Lacrimosa and her rescuer. How frustrating. Oh well. Her plan would just be a little harder now. The fleeing girl and her liberated captive would get what came to them, at Amelia's hands, or the hands of another, and she relished the mere thought of spilling their tainted blood.

But that was her last thought. Her plan had to be executed without Lacrimosa now. This had no real effect on her but changes would have to be made. But it wasn't the sort of plan that relied on a precise time anyway. Oh well.

There was another presence now. How odd to have four mutants in one place at one time. The chances were phenomenal, but Amelia did not believe in such a fickle thing as coincidence, especially when she knew the man who had just entered the scene.

'Hello, William," she said, then turned to face him, one thin black eyebrow raised. "I didn't expect you'd arrive this soon. Then again, you always know where we are, don't you? So why are you here this time? Do you want a fight?" Her smile became coy. Mocking.
 
"Heh, I suppose you could say that." William remarked as he cracked his knuckles. One of the grunts with her immediately recognised William as a threat and charged. Not that it mattered as William easily blocked his attack and punched him straight in the stomach with a flame covered fist. The grunt instantly seized up and fell to the floor unconscious. "Maybe I just wanted to smash your arrogant little face in." He told her, his dark eyes glaring, prepared to fight. It had been a while since his last encounter with Amelia but he never had a chance to fight her. His knowledge of her abilities therefore was extremely lacking and it was very likely she knew all about his.

Lifting his hands up, he adopted a fighting stance which allowed him easy use of his abilities and quick defence from physical attacks. Knowing his luck however she;d have abilities way out of his league. He was aware that she was older and therefore more powerful than many in Black Hand even older than he himself. Building up the energy inside him, he allowed the anger and pain he had suffered in his life to overwhelm him and he felt the blaze inside him.

"Let's go!" He shouted at he pushed off the ground with his feet and allowed the powerful flames he had conjured beneath him to propel him forward at lightning speed towards Amelia, his fists raised and ablaze to inflict punishing damage.
 
Amelia watched silently as her thickset thug rushed towards William in a reckless motion and was promptly dispatched with a single punch to the gut. As he crumpled, Amelia tilted her head as she regarded William. "Must you be so hard on my boys? They don't have much in the intelligence department so they can't really afford to be crippled, now can they?"

But now he was already preparing to attack. Amelia sighed as she felt the powerful wave of fire energy gather, and William's application of the element fascinated her. It was one thing to see the man's file on paper, yet another thing entirely to see and feel it in person.

And now he was rushing for her. Using her telekinesis abilities, Amelia lifted herself into the air, using her own abilities to cushion the landing again as she landed behind William, knees bent and arms outstretched in an acrobatic pose.

"You're so obvious," she said, her voice woeful. "It's really a downer, Willy." She used the nickname to taunt him. An angry enemy was a reckless enemy, after all.

And now for to go on the offensive. She stood up straight, her hair billowing back as she built up a psychic wave, her sleeves billowing and rippling at the psychic distortions the power's formation created. Fully prepared, she again sent the wave at William, the telltale distortion in the air again showing its dispersal.
 
Isaac took Orion's hand firmly with a smile. "Nice to see you know me. Normally i'm in the back of the shop or working at home. I suppose there's pictures of me somewhere though."

He pushed a strand of hair from his face. "And no, I don't really gamble. I'm afraid I needed something to do and a place to stay. Bastards a few floors up infested their floors and theyre fumigating the building. And I'm not going to deal with it. So I'm here until I can find a place to lay my head indefinitely."

"And it would seem that you are also a customer of mine," Isaac chuckled as he looked over his glasses at Orion's clothes. "Last year's fall lineup. Quite a few of my favorite pieces in that lineup. Including that shirt." He pointed at Orion's shirt. "There's actually a piece in my latest thats a throwback to this one."

"As for music, one of my best muses. This," he said, tapping his button-up shirt, "came to me while I was listening to Epica. I don't suppose you know them? At any rate, what do you want to play? Personally, I've always been one for Roulette. Never Russian though." He laughed.
 
"Nice to see you know me. Normally i'm in the back of the shop or working at home. I suppose there's pictures of me somewhere though."
"Well, it would be impolite for you not to be famous, no?"
"And no, I don't really gamble. I'm afraid I needed something to do and a place to stay. Bastards a few floors up infested their floors and theyre fumigating the building. And I'm not going to deal with it. So I'm here until I can find a place to lay my head indefinitely."

Orion chuckled.

"Ah. Well, if you ever get bored here, feel free to drop by my house. I have quite a collection of sculptures and such that I don't mind showing off."

Orion, normally, was not this open. However, A. he met a famous designer, and B. something about the designer seemed different...

"And it would seem that you are also a customer of mine. Last year's fall lineup. Quite a few of my favorite pieces in that lineup. Including that shirt. There's actually a piece in my latest thats a throwback to this one."

Orion raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really? Can't wait to see it."
"As for music, one of my best muses. This came to me while I was listening to Epica. I don't suppose you know them? At any rate, what do you want to play? Personally, I've always been one for Roulette. Never Russian though."

Orion let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Russian Roulette is enjoyable when you have envious people and your all using your gun and your rules. In my defense, I load my guns with tranqs: I don't ever understand why they take the tranqs out and put in bullets, not even realizing they're fully loading the gun. Kids these days."

Orion shook his head mournfully, before considering.

"I don't play much of Roulette (OOC: seeing as I don't get it), but I am fond of Blackjack, if you'd be willing to give that a shot? I'll even try not to wipe out all your money!"

This time, Orion's laughter was genuine, and highly amused.
 
"Blackjacks fine by me. It's luck either way innit?" Isaac chuckled. 'And I can make more chips as I need them, Gambler Extraordinaire,' he added in his head.

Gazing around, he spotted a nearly empty blackjack table. Isaac took a seat and reached into his pocket, copying the $10 chip into a roll of fabric. Completely identical to the first with the exception of increasing serial numbers. He snipped a couple off between his fingers, enough for about $300 dollars worth and pulled his hand out of his pocket to set them on the table.

Taking one of his copies, he started flipping it around his fingers with a smile while Orion came over to the table. "They always said I had magic fingers Orion. But they never knew just how magical." He snickered.
 
"Any second now!"

Glancing down at her designer watch, Remi counted three seconds and plugged her ears with her finger. Sure enough, there was a resounding thump as the bomb went off before a softer thump of Josie hitting the wall. Threat over. Her friend wasn't going to be in a pretty shape for a second, but to them, this amount of injury was on the same level as a scrape of the knee. Superficial and gone within a minute.

"I didn't die this time,"

Sigh... a pity.

"Face was burned as per usual, but I think I'm getting better at where to place the bomb before it explodes. You can come in now. The only damage is the leather jacket. I really liked that one, too."

Remi walked into the room and could smell the explosion in the air. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the smell. It appeared to be a small bomb of amateurish make. Otherwise, Josie would have gotten something a bit more severe than a burnt face.

Right. Like always, charge it to MERIT. I'm sure they're more than willing to shell out the moolah. In any case, i really need a much stronger alarm clock. i think thats the fifth this week. Sorta missed the rendevous because of it. Sorry, but hey, at least im always in the HQ. What do you say we get some actual pizzas this time? My treat since i slept in.
 
“These should help with the pain. Feel free to use them.”

As Remilia said these, she passed Lacrimosa an ice pack as well as a heat pack. Now, having spent most of her life just letting her bruises and wounds recover by themselves without any external medication, and of course, her own mental blockage, Lac certainly had no idea what the two packs were for. Holding them, she sat back against the couch, sighing as her sore back seemed to scream for attention.

“That is a rather interesting name, for someone with a set of rather interesting powers. What else can you do?”

Lac sighed in response. "Thank you. Though, looking at those books around, I believe you would know the meaning of my name- regret. I was born in a time where both my extended maternal and paternal families were fighting each other over me.

"But well... I guess life's unfair. But it only makes sense. It's only logical, isn't it? I hate logical..."

The girl expresses this with unusual profundity, checking on the scratches on her arms. It wasn't bleeding much, and certainly hurt a lot lesser than before, with all the sweat from the running, which also reminded her about Remilia's other question, as well as her need to bathe.

"As to what else I'm capable of... My powers revolve mainly around the senses. You would have seen earlier, how I can cut off the senses. I can also add something to those senses. Well, that was what I was doing in order to keep running, otherwise my legs wouldn't have taken me so far," She continued, before smiling rather sheepishly. "But, I'm sorry to impose on you, but could I bathe here?"
 
"Shame that the little bastard goes off within sixty seconds," sighed Josie, as she saw Remi come into the room.

She grinned when she heard about Remi's alarm clock troubles. At first, Josie herself had been suffering from that. But after seventy-two alarm clocks, she finally had enough and started using her phone to wake her up. And she hadn't been able to break it because the thing was almost practically made of steel. Steel was probably the hardest thing for her and Remi to break through, but Josie had a feeling their powers would continue to escalate and they'd even be able to get through that.

"No worries about missing the action, it was just another psychic mutant," she shrugged casually. "That's the third this month. He's probably only nine or ten years old. I don't think this has anything to do with the Black Hand this time. They wouldn't involve kids, unless they're up to something ..."

Her eyes lightened up at the thought of fresh pizza. After all, it was getting nearer towards lunch time now.

"Real pizza? I'm not gonna say no to that one," smiled Josie. "I think the others will want whatever, but you know me and my cheese and tomato pizzas. Hmm, maybe that's why my pizzas always get the bombs."

She chuckled at the mere thought.
 
"Or maybe you just fell for my trap!" William shouted, a smirk on his face. Noticing the distortion in the air, he quickly jumped high into the air, his flame propelling him with their power. Twirling in mid-air to narrowly avoid the edge of the shockwave he ran threw his head all of the previous psyche-users he had encountered in the past. Knowing his luck this one would be extremely powerful and have the ability to read his moves, so in preparation of defending his mind he imagined a tall, well-built wall in his mind. Once past the shockwave he threw his arms outwards and back repeatedly, sending a barrage of deadly hot balls of flame towards Amelia.

After this he twisted his body in mid-air sent himself away from Amelia with his flame-enhanced feet, landing around five metres away, all in the space of just a few seconds. "Come on, is a measly shockwave all you got? I want to see if the supposed strongest lady in Black Hand is really all that special." He wasn't even using a tenth of his total power so if she really was as powerful as people say she could easily shrug off those blasts, William was just gauging just how much power she really had and how she used those power.
 
Listening to the young girl’s story was somewhat sad; it was a shame to hear that a girl so young had to go through something like that. However, to hear that her powers affected the senses was very interesting. She could very well be useful, but Remilia wouldn’t want to put anyone in danger. Lacrimosa then asked about bathing, to which Remilia replied, “Of course, you are not imposing in the slightest. The restroom is right down the hall there; it will be the second door on the right. Towels will be in the drawer next to the sink. I’ll make some food, you must be starving.”

Remilia then walked to the kitchen and started to make some shrimp fried rice, and General Tso’s chicken, one of her favorite meals. Hopefully, the girl wasn’t a vegetarian. However, if she was, that only meant more chicken for Remilia, so she couldn’t very well complain.
 
Amelia smiled softly and took the flames with an elegant pose. her clothes were charred and her eyebrows singed, but only minor burns were sustained on her body due to the psychic shield she had just thrown up.

My pain is pleasure, William." She tilted her head at him again. "You're obviously trying to gauge just what I can do, but the question is: Am i arrogant enough to show you more?" She chuckled, standing up straight as she brushed soot off her clothes.

"Of course I am."

Amelia held her hand out, and six thick strings of black energy suddenly formed in the air, entwining together in her vertically outstretched palm. Her hair billowed back as a sound akin to a helicopter engine started up. The strands of dark energy were forming themselves into a sphere about the size of her hand.

"I hope you're aware of how foolish you are," Amelia said sadly as the sphere of darkness finished charging, and with a single thought, she projected it towards her enemy, eyes bright with sadism and masochism alike.
 
OOC@ Let's end this soon, don't want a battle to drag on when the RP has only just started.

William roared with anger as he was forced to quickly someone a shield of solid flame in front of him, however the impact of the strange ball of darkness caused an explosion of sort, sending the powerful but ageing man backwards. Flames barely affected him but when intermingled with something like that it could damage him. His green tattered cloak aflame he quickly threw it off, revealing his face for the first time to Amelia. "Hmph." William huffed, cracking his bones and readying himself for a proper fight. "Surely that ain't all you got?" He asked, despite the fact that if he hadn't shielded himself it's likely the damage would have been a lot more severe.

Breathing in deeply, he glared intensely at Amelia before smirking. "Flame Jump!" He shouted before kicking off the ground with more power than before. As soon as he reached the height of his jump and put both hands to his face, as though preparing to shout. "DRAGON'S BREATH!" He shouted before sending an intensely hot and destructive flame from his mouth towards where Amelia was on the ground.
 
Survival...they say it's the only rule when it comes to being in danger, and Wolfgang, had always been this way. He had travelled hundreds of miles from his late parent's home, and had crossed the border to Italy, hopefully escaping those that were probably still out to get him.

Since then, Wolf had been hiding out in the streets of Venice, with nothing more but his old clothes he wore throughout the trip and about a good several thousand Euros on hand. He did his best to conceal his powers to try and not to bring any attention to him.

As he was walking down the street, he caught the aire of some pickpocket, who began following you as you went into an alley. The pickpocket made his move when he felt that you were cornered. Tackling Wolf and pushing him into the ground. The pickpocket pulled his knife out. Wolf didn't know he was being followed, ironic since that was what brought him to Venice in the first place.

"Give me your money." the pickpocket said, and Wolf, unable to defend himself, was scared beyond belief, his eyes turned blank as the clouds in the sky grew darker and started to condense. This only made the pickpocket angry, and he began to throttle Wolf, finally it began to rain, winds were blowing at 40 miles per hour, which blew the man off of Wolf. Taking this opportunity, Wolfgang ran. Surely those who were trying to pursue him would come after him now. He would have to move to the next town.
 
OOC: I'll start closing the whole thing now.

Amelia whipped her hand through the air and the pillar of flames was split in two, arcing off to sputter out on the wet moss of the ground. However, Amelia was not all powerful, and she smiled as the burning pain ran down her arms and stomach, blistering the white flesh.

"You're impressive." Amelia smiled again. "Just as powerful as I sensed when I first met you. But you wouldn't display your powers to me then." She frowned dramatically, appearing totally innocent; the jaded young woman.

"Well, I'll have to love you and leave you, dear William. You'll have to see my full power another time. It won't be too long now. After all, I can't just skirmish with someone like you when I have the Black Hand to manage. And worry about. This is adieu and not goodbye."

Looking down at the unconscious goons, she raised an eyebrow. "You can have these. Their information is nearly useless but I'm sure you'll be interested in what they have to say." She chuckled. "If you die before I next meet you, say hello to your family from me." With a cruel laugh of mirth, Amelia tapped into her illusion abilities, creating a thick screen of smoke before using her telekinesis to fly off.
 
"They always said I had magic fingers Orion. But they never knew just how magical."

Hmm, that sounded as if he was a mutant. Or at the very least, he was different from other people. Regardless, Orion was not worried: gambling was his playing field, and blackjack was his trump card (slots was his heaven). As Orion sat down, Isaac had placed $300 on the table. Orion grinned and put down $300 as well, keeping the other $200 in his pocket.

"Heh, we shall see, my friend. I have yet to lose a game at this particular table."

Orion pushed all of the money forward, chuckling as he did so. This was gonna be fun.

"Come now, I didn't buy all my money to squander it, and neither should you. I bet all of that's on the table from me."

After Isaac had bet (I'm assuming we bet first, then play. I don't know enough about gambling in Blackjack; I just know the rules of the game), the dealer set out the cards, excusing himself from playing; that meant it was only Orion and Isaac. Before the dealer touched the cards, however, Orion let loose with his third and final ability: probability manipulation. Basically, luck was what he chose to do with it.

The dealer shuffled, as if it mattered, and dealt the cards. Two to Orion, two to Isaac. Orion's top card was a 6: a quick glance below showed a King. Orion spoke up, since he played first.

"Hit me."
 
"Squander my money?" Isaac gasped in mock horror. "Never!" He smiled. This Orion was turning out rather fun. He looked at his top card. The five of diamonds. Not the best but not bad either. Looking at the bottom card,the four of spades peeked out at him.

"Meh. Hit me."
 
- Lacrimosa -

"Towels will be in the drawer next to the sink. I’ll make some food, you must be starving.”

Having been given her directions, Lacrimosa thanked Remilia first before making her way to the restroom. As she closed the door behind her, she sighed again, feeling her head literally throbbing as she pressed both hands down on the drawer next to the sink. "Looks like I do have quite a long life ahead," She chuckled, taking out a towel then changing out of her clothes to take a quick bath.

As soon as she was done, she put on her clothing again- but not before soaking it with water, and just putting on the drenched set of clothing. To Lacrimosa, it was at least better than having to let her benefactor put up with the stench of sweat.

With that, she stepped out of the restroom. Now at this point, the aroma of some dishes, which Lac knew she never had once taken before, wafted over to where she was. Following this invisible trail, she found herself staring in awe at the pink-haired girl in the kitchen, then the dishes that she made.

Standing beside Remilia, Lac complimented her,"Wow, you're quite a good cook."

- Beth -

"How much would it be for the night?"

The man guffawed, waving a wad of cash in his hands. Looking over to the money he held, Beth quickly estimated it to roughly amount to $100. She then shifted her gaze over to the man, looking him head to toe. He was massive... Horizontally, and drunk, to boot. Wrinkling her nose slightly, Beth continued to scrutinize his features.

His face was what Beth would consider ugly. For a start, he didn't have any eyebrows- to Beth's amusement. It didn't help that his nose was strangely crooked, probably a result of some brawl. Throw in his really dry-looking lips, and lazy eyes. Beth was only getting more and more disgusted as she looked on.

Here in front of this man, was a beautiful woman, a beautiful prostitute, to be specific. Beth knew for certain she wouldn't have any lack of customers, should she turn down this one.

"Forget it, that's too little. I'm going."

Beth shrugged, and started off, but the man grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her back to face him. In drunken motion, he pushed the girl against a wall, and growled,"Oh no you won't, bitch!"

He was about to grope the girl when unfortunately, for him, the girl retaliated. Suddenly, the alley was filled with light so bright it seemed like day for a moment. And as soon as the moment went by, there was only the girl.

"Grah. I guess I overdid it again... Damn, no customers for the night now with me this tired. Shouldn't have got so fired up when all those energies could have been better spent sending me back... Damn!"

Beth shrugged again, as she stepped over the pile of ashes, and out onto the streets.
 
“W-Why, thank you,” Remilia replied, somewhat shyly, she wasn’t used to complements, “there is tea in the fridge, if you would like some.” It wasn’t often that Remilia got to cook for company. Even though she was a hermit at heart, she had to admit she somewhat missed cooking for others. In fact, it took a while after the initial adrenalin for Remilia to notice that she was actually having a conversation with someone she didn’t know.

“The glasses are in the top cabinet there if you want a glass,” she said, grabbing a couple of plates and forks and serving the food on the kitchen table. “If you do not mind me asking, why were those Black Hand scum after you?”
 
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