[RP] The Condemned

"Don't you dare speak of my family!" He shouted angrily, he sent flames towards her now distant figure but they dissipated before they even reached halfway. He despised that woman with a passion, one of the many things that fueled his anger was her knowing she was probably responsible for ordering Black Hand to kill his family. "I swear Amelia... I will kill you, no matter what it takes." Moving to pick up his cloak, he suddenly remembered the presence of the remaining soldiers. They had been abandoned by their so called leader but despite this they were "loyal".

"I highly suggest that if you don't want to die, you run away." William spoke with a deep sense of authority in his voice. They were unfazed by his threat however and readied themself for battle. William sighed, "So be it." He said as he replaced his green cloak and lifted the hood over his head. In a quick blur of movement he charged, using his flames to propel him forward at high speed. Grabbing one of the men by their face he ignited the hand that held it, killing the man instantly with the abrupt and extremely hot flame. He threw the grunt to the side, his eyes never leaving the remaining soldiers.

One of the grunts charged, raising a type of baton over his head as though to strike William but he was far too slow. Dropping down to the ground William spun, one leg sent outwards spewing flames around him in a wide circle, engulfing many of the men and killing them until only one remained. The grunt, fearing for his life, dropped his weapon and begged for mercy, something which William rarely gave. Walking over to the begging man he lifted his up in one hand by grabbing his belt. "The nearest Black Hand facility. Now." He ordered him to tell him, however the man quickly feel unconscious without revealing anything.

"Fine, I'll find out myself." He muttered as he released the man and turned away. Placing both hands together he muttered a few unintelligible words and a small, blue flame appeared in front of him. "Manchester? Great, I'd better start walking..."
 
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- Lacrimosa -

“The glasses are in the top cabinet there if you want a glass."

Lacrimosa took this to mean that she wanted a glass as well. Taking two glasses from the top cabinet, she went over to the refrigerator and made the tea. It was at that instance that a brief memory flashed right through her mind. Her family; she had once enjoyed this sort of life. Living a peaceful life, making iced tea for her parents and herself...

Yet all those, she knew, were merely memories. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind, and went on to place the glasses on the kitchen table.

“If you do not mind me asking, why were those Black Hand scum after you?”

Lac sat down, resting her arms on the table. 'Scum' was a word that resonated well with the girl, especially when paired with 'Black Hand'. Nevertheless, she leashed her momentary spike in emotions.

"I think you deserve the right to question me, considering how you saved me from those monsters," Lac responded, emphasizing heavily on 'monsters', as she ate.

" It is a long story... But I guess, like I said, I think you deserve to know."

Lac placed her spoon down, suddenly serious as she continued.

" I said I was born in a time when both my extended maternal and paternal families were at loggerheads, no? Well. The truth as to why they would be fighting... Is because one side was aligned with the MERIT, and the other, the Black Hand. Naturally, they cannot possibly let up a chance to get someone like me on their side, isn't it?"

She laughed a melancholic laugh,"Well, it was easy in the beginning. It was only my grandparents coming by just to beat me into submission... But I can always cut off my senses to resist... Then, later they decided my powers were useless to their causes. My family enjoyed peace for some time, that is, until both sides demanded that my parents split.

" But that's ridiculous. My parents immediately turned rouge. That prompted one side-- I don't know which-- to come, and there... I..."

Lac paused, holding back her memories as an expression of unease formed on her face. She smiled awkwardly, and quickly took a spoonful of rice and stuffed it into her mouth.

"From then on, I lived life as a prostitute for some time. I didn't do anything though, just faked the sensation using my abilities... Then the Black Hand found me. That was like only yesterday too..."

She cringed, looking at the redness of the chicken.

"They also killed the prostitute that took me in... These people... They're like me, but why do they keep removing the people I love from my life? Am I a jinx or what?"
 
Josie made her way back into the main area, where she was greeted with snickers and funny faces. She rolled her eyes. The team knew too well she'd just taken the brunt of an amateur bomb. But she shrugged it off and went to go sit down at her desk. There were reports to be filled in on the psychic mutant that went beserk near the town today. She sighed sadly, hating this side of the job.

"Why don't you let me sort these out and you get out and about to town?" suggested Mischa, strolling over like a loyal ally.

"You're all right, you already did the last ones," replied Josie, not looking at her. She was writing down the incident already, but she could feel herself getting more and more bored with each passing second.

"That was Jack, but you did the past seven from before that one. C'mon, Jose, just go outside for a while. You're an antisocial bugger, you know that?"

"So what are you trying to say?"

"Get out into the world a bit, you know? You are allowed to have a life or did you not know that, hmmm?"

"All right, all right. I'll go out for a few hours, just to get you off my back."

Josie sighed to herself again, taking her long black coat that she'd wear to blend in with the crowd. Ten minutes later, she found herself in the outside world ... on top of a building. She didn't know why, but she liked coming up high in the air. She stood over the city of Manchester from one of its highest points, contemplating everything: life, death, what happened in between and so on.
 
William was tired. It had taken him many flight trips with his flame ability to get to the harbour and now he was resting in a cargo bay of a large ship. He had no money anymore so had to make do stealing food and transport in order to get where he needed. Glad that the ship had begun to leave and he had not been caught yet, he felt it would be okay to wander a bit, glad that he had chosen a passenger cruise liner as his method of transportation instead of the usual trawler ships he was forced to get on. As he wandered the ships corridors, he received many awkward stares as he still wore his long green cloak. He hoped that his size and weird manner of dressing would keep people from asking him questions or even asking for his boarding papers. That was one of the few good things about being an old man with a dominating figure, people rarely questioned what he was doing and put it down to either an old man's doings or a tall, well-built man's boredom.

Ding dong. "The ship will be arriving soon. Please prepare to disembark the ship." Ding dong.
 
Remilia smiled as she was passed her glass of tea. It was then she saw Lacrimosa’s change in facial expression upon mentioning the “monsters” known as the Black Hand. It was then than she told Remilia her story. It was a long story, and it was a rather sad one. “They also killed the prostitute that took me in… These people… They’re like me, but why do they keep removing the people I love from my life? Am I a jinx or what?” She asked, obviously upset.

Remilia didn’t know how to cheer her up, but she felt as if she needed to say something. “If you do not mind me saying, I do not think you are a jinx at all. It is only the idiots behind the Dark Hand. They see power, and they want power, so they fight and murder for it.” She then took a sip of the tea, “Please, do not ever feel as if you are a burden to anyone, for that is what they want you to believe. They want you to give up, they want you to feel hopeless.”

Smiling, she took a bite of chicken, and looked Lacrimosa in the eye, “If it makes you feel any better, you can stay here for as long as you like. You can trust me, and as you can see, I do have plenty of money. Besides, this has been the longest conversation I have had in many years. I would like you to stay, if that doesn’t inconvenience you” Remilia looked down at the food. Saying that out loud was kind of embarrassing.
 
OOC: Oh no! THe post i did before your last one Crest didnt get saved! nuts!

Ill call the pizza for you. You can eat it when you come back.

Remi flipped her phone out and dialed their favourite pizza place. She was going to go pick it up rather than have it delivered. At least she can make sure they wont get another bomb again. After all, she herself was able to take the brunt of a bomb too.

Hello, yea, i'd like to order a three pizzas please. Yes, a cheese and tomato, a bbq chicken and a supreme please. Yes, ill come by and pick it up. Under the name Remington... yes, i get that a lot, its a unique name.... thanks.

There was a few minutes till she could pick it up, and Remi did not feel like being cooped up. Grabbing her blazer, she began to head out.

Going out for a second. Ill pick up some pizza on my way back. Don't worry. It's not going to be a bomb this time.

Within several minutes, Remi was out and about, strolling around. She just hope no Black Hand would cause trouble while she relaxed.

 
"Meh. Hit me."

Orion waited until Gavin received his card to check his own. A 4 of diamonds. Hello. Now then, to play it safe, or just be an asshole? Orion didn't even have to think on this one.

"Hit me."

The card was dealt, and Orion looked at it. SUCCESS! An ace of spades! Orion grinned and revealed.

"21"

OOC: If that's not the way to play, lemme know so I can fix it, would ya? Also, a bit of interaction with somebody else would be kinda nice. After all, I don't want to wipe poor Gavin clean with my awesome gambling skills, do I?
 
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- Lacrimosa -

“If you do not mind me saying, I do not think you are a jinx at all. It is only the idiots behind the Dark Hand. They see power, and they want power, so they fight and murder for it. Please, do not ever feel as if you are a burden to anyone, for that is what they want you to believe. They want you to give up, they want you to feel hopeless.”

Lacrimosa nodded. Even though Lac didn't completely believe what the girl said, still rooted in her belief that she was a jinx somewhat, she was glad there was someone who was at least trying to comfort her. Though, the scene of the prostitute's death played out against her will as she thought about it. Looking back at Remilia, she took another spoonful of rice into her mouth.

“If it makes you feel any better, you can stay here for as long as you like. You can trust me, and as you can see, I do have plenty of money. Besides, this has been the longest conversation I have had in many years. I would like you to stay, if that doesn’t inconvenience you.”

Remilia was looking directly into her eyes. Lac stared back politely, quickly swallowing her rice and smiling in response. She hadn't been planning on inconveniencing Remilia, but well, since Remilia has even went on to address this, she figured just a little while wouldn't hurt. There was a sort of warmth in her chest as she nodded," No, that will only be inconveniencing you... But if you really do not mind, I will stay. Though, allow me to at least pay for my lodgings?"

Although Remilia looked like she wouldn't have thought about collecting payments, Lac figured that might be the only way to make herself feel just a little better.

"Please, that would put me at ease."
 
Wolf entered the train station admist a downpour, ironically one that he caused. He walked to a long line as they waited to purchase tickets. He was a bit impatient but he wanted to get it taken care of right away. After a half hour, he finally got to the ticket master...(cause I can't come up with a better name) "One Ticket to Milan. Coach."

"That would be 300 Euros." Wolfgang paid the man and received his ticket. He quickly went to and boarded his train, sitting in one of the Coach seats. After a few hours of waiting, the train went ahead heading across Northern Italy to the city of Milan.
 
Josie may have been high up in the air above the city of Manchester, but it did not bother her in the slightest. Maybe she didn't have fear in that mutant existence whatsoever; it had nothing to do with being able to heal either. She smelt the fresh air and felt somewhat grateful that the reports were being done for her for once. Then again, Josie herself had always insisted she did it. Maybe she just wanted to be cooped up in work all the time.

She tapped her fingers impatiently against the wall and sighed sadly.

Just where was her life going lately, anyway? It was the same thing over and over again: hunt down the newest mutant causing havoc, prevent the public from knowing the truth and resume the lookout for the Black Hand. Ever since the horrors of the Second World War, Josie included herself in those who must have gained their powers from her ancestors. Her ancestors had probably been tortured and tormented at the time. The mere thought of it made her shudder.

Maybe I should get going, she thought to herself. After all, it's been two hours.

"I wouldn't go anywhere if I were you," came a voice from behind her.

Josie spun around, noticing a simple man in a suit. He was well groomed and polite when he spoke. However, her instincts soon kicked in and suspicion was cast across her face. He didn't look too friendly, judging by the fact he had his eyes fixed upon her. She may have been interpretating it wrong, but Josie herself was hardly wrong when it came to analysing people. Which was weird in itself.

"Like you're going to either stop me or throw me off the building?" she quipped back. "Take your best shot."

"I'm not here to do any of those, Miss Ferro," he shook his head, prompting Josie to keep her guard up. She needed to know what he was after. "I know what you are. You're untouchable, unkillable. But you should know that all isn't as it seems."

"That's my life in one sentence, but how do you know about me?" Her voice was still full of suspicion and question.

"We've been watching for many years, observing if you may. The process keeps on repeating itself and you're oblivious to the truth."

"Oblivious? I'm a mutant, I think that explains everything. And if you're here to poke a Scooby-Doo mystery at me, then you're barking up the wrong tree."

"I want to tell you, Miss Ferro, I really do. But this is something they told me that only you could discover. Our contact can only be so limited, you see. They might be watching you, they might make you ... forget."

"You are not making a lot of sense!" hissed Josie angrily, taking two strides towards him.

However, his remorseful expression soon faded away to one of suspicion. He was no longer looking directly into Josie's eyes. His hand formed into a fist. Without anymore hesitation, he turned to face her again.

"You have to go. They found out I was here. They don't know what I was saying, but they know you may have been here. Forget I was here, Miss Ferro."

And with that, he lunged at her faster than she expected. Josie flipped over the wall and started falling through the air. Within ten seconds of being pushed off the building, she cried out loudly. She felt the sickening crunch of her spine breaking upon impact with the building below. It was high enough to avoid anyone noticing anything was out of place, but the pain was excruciating. Josie shut her eyes tightly, almost as if she could do that to block it out.

Moments later, she could feel the pain slowly going away. She breathed out, able to sit up again. Her spine had automatically repaired itself.

Josie looked up, unable to see if the mystery man had managed to escape or not from whoever was chasing him. The conversation hadn't made a lot of sense; it posed a lot of unanswered questions. Ones that she was going to find the answers to.
 
Remilia smiled as Lacrimosa accepted the offer, under the condition that she was able to pay for her stay. Of course, Remilia was happy to have her stay, but was unable to think of a way Lacrimosa could pay her for staying. Taking a few final bites of the rice, and the chicken, she thought of a small way that Lac could pay her back. Though, it was somewhat silly, hopefully Lacrimosa would accept it. “If you insist,” Remilia said, “you can wash the dishes every night, and perhaps straighten up the piles of books I have lying around. I do not like cleaning… As you can probably tell.”

It was then that Remilia noticed that it wasn’t at all fair that Lacrimosa spill her heart out towards her, and not know a single detail about herself. “If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”
 
“If you insist, you can wash the dishes every night, and perhaps straighten up the piles of books I have lying around. I do not like cleaning… As you can probably tell.”

Lacrimosa giggled, looking around the room. It was fairly obvious what Remilia meant. Also evident, was her attempt at not naming a high price that the girl would not be able to afford. Deeply appreciative, Lacrimosa looked over to the girl, just as she spoke.

“If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”

"Thank you so much... Though. Honestly, I find that I must ask... Why are you so nice to me? I'm a stranger. I just met you. I brought you a fair bit of trouble... So... I can't understand..."

Lacrimosa's smile subsided, becoming a smaller, curved smile as she looked directly into Remilia's eyes. She was curious, more curious than ever before, about this pink-haired girl before her. Had she an ulterior motive? Nevertheless, Lacrimosa found it distasteful to even think that.

"I'm sorry, but yeah..."
 
The question that Lacrimosa gave her was a fair one. In fact, it was quite the logical question to ask. After all, Remilia was a complete stranger, and for the most part, a complete stranger is never helpful, and is almost never nice. Therefore, the question is not only fair and logical, but it is quite the understandable question to ask. In theory, Remilia could say that it was the perfect question. Realizing that she was rambling to herself in her head, she hurried and answered.

“In my many years of traveling I have crossed paths with the Black Hand many times. When one is speaking to the Black Hand on friendly terms, one can be said that they are no good. However, on the other end, when one is running from the Black Hand, and opening fighting them, one could say that they are good. So, when I see a small girl such as yourself surrounded by Black Hand members, scared out of their mind, I can see that they are more than likely a good person,” Remilia smiled again.

“Therefore, I felt it logical to help you. Not only that, despite the way I am speaking to you now, I am actually very shy. I find it hard to meet people, and even harder to maintain a conversation. Henceforth, helping you, and taking you here is a great way to spark a conversation, a great way to meet someone,” thinking about it, Remilia could kind of see how that would be weird. “I do not mean to weird you out, but I do think logically, almost methodically from what others have said. However, you can trust that the only two motives that I had were to help you, and to make a friend, so that I will not have to be so quiet all the time. If that makes any sense at all…”

Remilia’s intentions were pure. However, everything was up for Lacrimosa to decide as Remilia folded her hands together and looked out of the kitchen window.
 
It was indeed an interesting reply. So, now, Lacrimosa was a good person because she was a weak girl running away from the Black Hand- at least, that was how she interpreted it... Surely it wasn't a mistaken opinion?

It wasn't that Lac was offended. More amused, rather, she listened on as Remilia explained more about herself in detail, and with a fair bit of logic in her explanation.

“I do not mean to weird you out, but I do think logically, almost methodically from what others have said. However, you can trust that the only two motives that I had were to help you, and to make a friend, so that I will not have to be so quiet all the time. If that makes any sense at all…”

She then crossed her arms, and turned away to look out of the window. Lac smiled softly to herself. 'A friend? When did I last have one?' She thought to herself as she walked over to Remilia hesitantly.

"Heh, Remilia -- was it? I'm glad to have a new friend any day..."

Smiling broadly, she stretched out a hand.
 
After a few hours of traveling, Wolf finally reached the city of Milan. However over the course of these travels, he began thinking, he rather be as far away from his home as possible. Thinking about it, he decided to go to England, since he had some understanding of the English language through his classes.

From the Milan station, Wolfgang went ahead to purchase another ticket for the way to Turin. From his knowledge of railways, Turin would be the last stop in Italy before he reaches France. Paying the ticket master he went into the station and waited for the train to arrive.
 
Landing in the Black Hand Central HQ, not far from Moscow, Amelia walked over to the titanium doors and typed in the password, and gave a fingerprint, eye and voice test. With a hiss of steam, the doors opened.

Walking through the corridor, she spoke to a generic grunt as she walked past him. "The recapture of Lacrimosa was a failure. Target both she and the following girl." With her illusion, she created a blurry image of Remilia.

"Also, William is in the area. Proceed with extreme caution." With that, Amelia went into her office and sat down with a short sigh. What a night. Still, progress was progress.
 
Remilia looked at Lacrimosa as she stood up, and extended her hand in friendship. Taking her hand, Remilia smiled and said, "It is always nice to have friends around." Then letting go, she looked around her apartment. "I do not know if they will attempt to come back for you. However, in case they do, I will be setting up security measures around the room."

Walking to the door, she placed a small black box next to the front door. Using her powers over electricity, she then created a small electrical current from the door, to the black box. "If anyone opens the door, the black box will emit a loud noise, and electrocute anyone that is near the door. It would be wise to avoid opening it." Thinking it a smart idea, she did the same with the windows in the living room and kitchen areas.

"If you need to leave, you can ask me, and I can disable them for you, or teleport you out of the apartment. Though, I do warn you, teleportation can be somewhat nauseating for a first timer. It should not be harmful though." Grabbing an extra pillow and blanket from the hallway closet, she placed them on the couch. "The couch folds out into a bed, please feel free to use it. In the morning, I will make waffles."
 
- Lacrimosa -

"Oh," Lacrimosa said as Remilia began setting up the traps around the house. As she watched the girl, she couldn't help but feel that her skills were of little use in comparison to Remilia. "Okay..."

Remilia went on to set up the same traps for the windows in the living room and kitchen, before leading Lac to the living room. There, she explained that Lac could use the couch as her bed for the night.

"Thanks a lot... But speaking of which-- and I hope you won't take offense in my asking, but considering your powers, why didn't the Black Hand try to recruit you as well?"

- Beth -

Getting off the taxi, she thanked the driver before getting off. This was, but, one of the many times her beauty made itself really useful. The result was payment in a different form that Beth certainly didn't mind, considering her job.

Nevertheless, she watched as the taxi disappeared from her sight before straying off the path. After a moment's worth of walking through rather unusual routes, she found herself in front of a large building - the Black Hand's headquarters.

She continued on to the door, getting through the procedures to make it into the building. There, she promptly headed for the office of her superior.

"Amelia? You in there?" She said, knocking on the door.
 
Walking through the streets of Manchester was soothing....somewhat. Remi had left her shotgun back in base as it wasn't quite appropriate to walk around with a heavy weapon strapped to her back. Her pistols would have to suffice. In any case, her appearance was prim and proper. She would pass as an O.L so she wasn't expecting any trouble from anyone. It didn't take long for her to reach the coffee store right next to the pizza place. It made the best coffee Remi has tasted and so, without waiting, she dropped herself into a seat and ordered her usual, waiting for her pizzas. It was a good way to clear her mind. If the group needed her, then her mobile was always on, their number set to a particularly loud ringtone.
 
Remilia tilted her head slightly to the side as she pondered Lacrimosa’s question. It was a very odd thing that The Black Hand never came to her much anymore. “I suppose they are looking for people with more… helpful powers. I can teleport behind bank vault doors, control lightning, fly… and something else that I will not mention, but I suppose they think of me as only someone they can use to have fight for them. As you saw, they have enough morons willing to die for their cause. However, I suspect if they knew about my other power, they would see that they could use me for other things besides fighting.”

Remilia then turned to Lacrimosa, “But yourself… you can control what people feel, and what they think. If I were one to abuse a gift such as that, I would very much well want that person to be on my side. Just think, if they could get you near the leader of a country... oh my. The possibilities are nearly endless. It is my theory, and I do not believe my conjecture is incorrect, that they want to use your power, to control someone with even more power. All you would have to do is shake the President’s hand, and you could have him nuke a country out of existence.” Remilia gasped for air as she finished her long winded explanation.

Smiling, she then said, “But I shall not let that happen, little one. Furthermore, I do not believe they know you are here. I know of no way that they could know, for they have no idea where we went, or where I live. Even if they were able to find out, we could just run, I have many places to hide.” Remilia hoped that she wasn’t worrying the poor girl with everything she was saying. It could be a lot for someone to take in. “Do not worry, everything will be fine.”
 
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