[RP] The Condemned

"Remi! Step on it!" barked Josie.

As the four mutants piled into the car, Remi got them far away from the neighbourhood. A mere five minutes passed until Beth decided to break the awkward silence.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, almost demanding. She had to pretend that she was frightened and it was convincing everyone so far, or at least Josie was.

"Good question, where are we going?" Remi raised an eyebrow in the field leader's direction.

"Anywhere away from there!" snapped Josie.

She was in a bad way, evident by her sudden mood wing. But Remi and Leon would probably understand, anyway. It was the first time that a public mutant attack had even happened. She had every right to be irritable. But her main focus was on getting Beth somewhere safe. Josie knew she had to put the Black Hand out of her mind.

"We follow protocol," she said in a calmer tone of voice to Remi, her look almost apologetic. "We have to get to the MERIT base in the States. That'll be our safest place right now." She attached her earpiece onto her ear and turned it on. "This is Agent Jocelyn. I'm assuming you've heard about the attack on the diner just five miles north of us? Yes ... we're on our way."

"Setting the coordinates for the base," announced Remi, who was busy pressing some buttons on the satellite navigation.

Josie glanced to see Leon at the front, who was being awfully quiet. She took another look at Remi, who was drivng them to their destination. Finally, she laid eyes on Beth and offered her a warm smile.

"We're going to take you somewhere safe. We're an organisation called MERIT and we're going to protect you from the Black Hand."


Because there wasn't much to do, Alex decided to stay by the grave for much longer than usual. He flashed back to the days when he went by the name of Alexander and embarked on his secret relationship with Evaline. Those had been the golden days. Their families may have hated each other, but they had been the Romeo and Juilet of Berlin ...

It brought a sad smile to his face.

He may have appeared high and mighty in front of the Black Hand, but his emotions were his weak spot. No one knew this, apart from him. Alex had tried hard for years to shut them out, but this battle had never been won behind closed doors.

"No point on dwelling on the past anymore," he murmured to himself. "She's dead, I guess it's time I accepted that now." If I started using Amelia more and more, then I can forget her altogether.


Mack's supposed big plan to meet someone turned out to be fake. He was enraged that he had been led on and wouldn't be meeting with any big music producers to finalise his solo deal. It was frustrating and only meant he'd go back to the day job of being a barman in London. So because he wanted to get away for a while, he took the liberty of taking advantage of the clouds and flew somewhere.

He had landed in Germany.

Perhaps he came here because it was one of the few places he had visited. Besides, it was the day that he went somewhere out of his home country.

There was snow here. Wasn't it a bit too early for snow? It was only November. Then again, Mack chuckled lightly to himself. He had been so obsessed with this solo career deal in music that he'd lost track of recent news.

The graveyard was in front of him and there was a man, possibly German, standing over a grave. He was frozen to the spot, probably overwhelmed by grief. The man had short black hair dropping below his earlobes and striking blue eyes.

Mack wondered why he was at the grave of a woman, who died at the end of the Second World War. He looked upset ... it looked freaky if he had to be honest.

"What the hell are you looking at!?" snapped Alex without even looking at him.

"N-Nothing!" stuttered Mack. He was astonished the stranger knew he was looking at him.

"Piss off before I disintegrate you."

Mack shrugged to himself and walked on. Just what was his problem, anyway?
 
"It's made of about three inches of solid iron compressed down to fabric without the weight but all the strength. I could stop bullets with it. The outside can radiate an intense heat and also can change colors while the inside stays cool. The inside can also insulate."

Orion whistled.

"Damn, knew there was something up with it. Impressive."
"And you're not getting one, not without the right stuff at least. By the way, you're not the only one who can cheat at cards."

Orion caught the roll of poker chips and whistled admiringly, again.

"Damn. I think there's a good reason why most casinos don't like us."

As they finished tying all the captors up, Orion sat down again, an idea forming in his head.

"Since we have nothing better to do... why don't we see if we can track down those Black Hand bastards? I'm going to look through you records, see if I can find any addresses or anything they may have let slip. If anything, it'll be a good way to kill time. See you in the morning."

With that, Orion stood and left, heading for the records office.

-time skip-

Orion was still in the records room, a sheet of paper next to him with some addresses written down on it, when Isaac walked through the door. Orion idly waved as he continued browsing.

"We got lucky, if you can use that term with me. I found the addresses of a few of them, but they're all in Europe, annoyingly. Unless you have a quick way to get there, we may need to start getting some money together."
 
“Maybe not quickly but cheaply. That is if the wind is behind us.” ​

Looking at Orion’s puzzled look, Isaac smiled.

“It would be better to show you,” he said, leading Orion upstairs.

They stopped at one of doors further down the halls. Smiling, Isaac kneeled down o fiddle at something by the door.

“If there’s one thing I’m thankful for, it was the chemistry class I took in college,” he said, standing back up to open the door and flick on the lights.

As the light brightened, what looked like a zeppelin made of fabric was revealed.

“As you should know, helium makes up about 2% of the atmosphere. Using this, I can make fabric that will float into space unhindered. So to mitigate that we make a ship to hang from it made of steelcloth. To propel it we use windthread sewn into it. The wings used to steer it also had windthread in it for extra speed.”

Grabbing a briefcase that sat nearby on a mound of fabric, Isaac smiled even wider.

“And it all fits in this briefcase.”

Opening said briefcase, he carefully began packing it away.

“And we can lift off from the roof. Thanks to the light and wind embedded in it, it can’t be seen in the air.”

Leading Orion up to the roof, Isaac carefully unfolded it, the fabric balloon bloating. Jumping into the ship, Isaac offered his hand to Orion.

“Better take it. You have maybe 20 seconds before it takes off.”
 
(OOC: Short post is short)

“I apologize, Lac. I cannot help but think of things I would probably do if I had your power. One cannot help but wonder what kind of things could do. You will find that I tend to over complicate things, and over think them quite often.”



As Lac got ready, Remilia made sure the defenses were set up around the house. Once Lac got back, Remilia opened the front door. “Well, let us get out of here for now. After you.”
 
[OOC: No problem! Perhaps we could just get our characters into trouble with the non-mutants then.]

Lacrimosa

"Okay," She said, smiling as she stepped out of the house. At this point in time, she still did not have a clear idea about what to do. Just recently, she had been hunted down by the Black Hand. Should she, then, stay home all day to avoid them?

She sighed under her breath, making sure Remilia couldn't hear that. Looking back down the corridor, she felt a sense of dread creep up in her mind. The realization that there was no actual way she could avoid the Black Hand sank in, deepening the dread, but clawing her way up from the depression, she forced on a smile on her face.

"Hm, hey Remilia. Maybe we could try my abilities in a bank!"

It was an absolutely random thought on her part, but Remilia's suggestion from earlier had been setting the wheels of thought in motion.

"I never used my powers this way, but it could be worth a try."

Beth

"Oh."

She raised an eyebrow, as if in doubt. Clearly, she knew about MERIT- more than just 'it is an organization' - but there was no chance to let her act drop. She was about to enter deep behind enemy lines, and it wouldn't be good for her cover to be blown at this point. Leaning back, she heaved a sigh, unintentionally letting her Sickly Aura come into play.

She rubbed her temple, peering out of the window as she muttered,"Thank you."
 
As Lacrimosa walked out of the apartment room, she noticed a smile on her face that was followed by, “Hm, hey Remilia. Maybe we could try my abilities in a bank!” As they continued down the hall, Lacrimosa continued, “I never used my powers this way, but it could be worth a try.” All in all, even if it didn’t work, it was still worth a shot. Turning to go down the stairs, Remilia realized that she had forgotten to lock the door. Typically, it wasn’t a problem, seeing how the door locked automatically after 5 minutes had passed… But after a run in with the Black Hand, she was a little paranoid.

Deciding that it probably wouldn’t matter, Remilia, trying to lighten up a little bit smiled and said, “I suppose our first stop shall be the bank then. We can try out your abilities there. Then, we can find you a good job, and perhaps get you some new clothes. However…” Remilia stopped, taking a hat out of her side bag. It was a dark blue fedora. Tucking her hair up on the top of her head, and placing the fedora on top, she was able to completely hide her hair. She then continued walking, “I just robbed that bank, I am going to need to maintain a low profile while we are in there. I am sure one of the guards will recognize me.” Remilia said, with somewhat of a smug grin on her face.
 
"We're here."

The two words that Remi uttered was enough to put Josie at ease. They drove into a tunnel that led to the underground. The doors that had been opened closed behind them. As the car was parked up, Josie turned to everyone.

"Leave this to me. Trust me, you're going to want to wait here," she warned. There was a flicker of a cheeky grin and she put on her black shades.

She stepped out of the car and looked up at the CCTV camera glaring down at her. She mockingly smiled and waved at it, knowing that there'd be some disgusted worker annoyed with her sarcastic approach. The metal door in front of her opened up. The reason she had left Beth with Remi and Leon was because only she had been here from the British MERIT team. The Americans would be interested to hear what really happened at the diner.

Josie walked into the headquarters and strut down the corridors with the workers passing her by taking a moment to stop and stare. There was that confidence that she loved to show off when everyone looked at her as if she was the only girl in the world. Although she would hate having them staring at her as if she had an boob job, she was loving the attention right now.

After all, she had something to be finally smug about.

And she was so smug that she had the nerve to burst into the CEO of the American MERIT, thus, interrupting an important meeting. Removing her shades, Josie pocketed them and smiled.

"Afternoon, gentlemen," she nodded to the CEO's two guests. "I'm sorry, but your meeting will have to wait til later. The diner incident? Yeah, I finally covered a mutant incident on your own turf. Now if you don't mind, I need to inform Lieutenant Stone the details of this report."

The man in the suit and the businessman glanced dark looks before leaving Josie all alone with Lieutenant Stone, the CEO of the American MERIT. He did not look too impressed with her grand entrance.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Was it something I said?" she asked mockingly.



It was getting late and Mack's day had been more eventful than it would've been without flying to another country.

He ran a hand through his brown hair and sighed. He was in a bar with a whiskey. It wasn't his typical choice of beverage, but he wanted to do something new. He aspired to do something different with his life now that he had mastered his ability of flight. It was just such a shame the same couldn't be said for controlling the weather ...

The mere thought of his failure could have easily prompted a storm.

Mack fought to keep his emotions under control. He finished the drink and ordered the same again. Despite flying to many countries, there wasn't any excitement without a companion.
 
Wolfgang walked into a Parisian bar. While it wasn't the seediest part of the city, he felt uncomfortable around here, which is usually a bad thing because it suddenly started to rain. Paying no heed to it, he sat down on a barstool, waiting for a waiter to come and take his order. He was nervous, and through that, led to the precipitation getting harder. Looking back at the man, he looked back at the man, and said in his native German, "Guten Tag." (Good Day)

----

Pana saw the clouds above as they came together. "He's close..." she said as she looked out into the Parisian suburbs. She was smiling, licking her lips as the rain started to fall. She felt the tingly sensation of the rain running down her face. Pana figured she didn't need to charge up before hand. She would be able to catch her wayward prey soon.
 
It was raining and Mack sighed to himself. He'd caused it, didn't he? Wonderful. Not only was he in a foreign country without his passport, but now he was causing the forecast in Germany to be wrong. Fantastic. And here he was, drowning his sorrows down in a dodgy bar. He ordered a third whiskey until he acknowledged the man sat next to him.

"Yeah, guten tag to you as well, mate," he smiled and raised his glass. "I'll raise a glass to Germany's rain, too. And all the other crap that's going on."

"Sir, I would advise you lower your voice," murmured the barman. "You are disturbing our patrons."

"Well, you're not the one who can suddenly fly and control the weather!" Mack chuckled softly. "But yeah, I'll raise my glass to you. You're the barman, you're supposed to be brilliant!"

The barman rolled his eyes and went back to serving the customers.

"I don't know if you understand me, but I'm a bit drunk and I don't know if I should be flying home in this state," sighed Mack, turning his attention back to his new companion. "My name's Mack by the way. What's yours?" He knocked back his whiskey and looked at the barman again. "Another whiskey and whatever my friend here wants."
 
"My name's Mack by the way. What's yours?"

"Wolfgang..." Wolfgang said to the drunk individual. He felt a little less nervous, and thus the rain started to get a little lighter, more like a drizzle now. Something about what he said interested him. He said something about controlling the weather.

"Another whiskey and whatever my friend here wants."

"Er, yes...Can I have a glass of Apfelschorle?" Apfelschorle was a mixture of Apple Juice and Carbonated Mineral Water, essentially Apple-flavored Soda. "So, you said something about controlling the weather?" Wolf said nervously, not wanting to cause any trouble with him.
 
[OOC: Slow post is slow! >.<]

Beth

Beth allowed herself a mental sigh of relief as she watched Josie disappear behind the doors of the MERIT headquarters. Never had she been this deep behind enemy lines, even though she did join the missions that she directed. It unsettled her, and realizing this concern, she decided to let it show, hoping to direct the suspicions of the people around her away from her actual motives.

Wordlessly, she turned to stare out of the windows, planning her escape routes just for the fun of it. If she really needed to escape, all she would do was just teleport, after all. Nothing really scares her. Not even Remi and Leon, the two MERIT agents that she didn't know about, in the car with her. Not even having to deal with the entire organization in the headquarters...

Or so she thought anyway, grimacing as she did.

Lacrimose

Lacrimose reacted with awe at Remilia's words. Although she had already knew this somewhat, hearing it outright from the girl herself sounded a lot greater than she saying it in her mind. "Cool," She exclaims. "You're definitely my idol now!"

And she meant it, considering how the latter had saved her, and now, revealed such a fact about herself.
 
Stepping out of the shadows, Amelia found herself in a small suburb. How sickeningly bright it was. Amelia whipped out a pair of sunglasses and put them on her face, squinting as she folded her arms, the sun blocked out sufficiently.

For now.

Stepping out, trying not to look at the flowers and the happy faces, she moved on, a little smile adorning her face as she sent out a mental tracker to find the one called Josie.

It was time to hurt a MERIT leader.
 
"Leave this to me. Trust me, you're going to want to wait here,"

Aye aye Captain.

Remi accompanied the comment with a sarcastic salute before she leaned back on the seat of the Audi. From her jacket pocket came a cigarette which she slipped between her lips and lit up with a vintage Zippo. Remi rarely smoked, but she had a terrible gut feeling and when she does, the cigarette was the remedy. Inhaling deeply, she kept it in for a few seconds before blowing the smoke straight out the window. Whatever it was that was happening, she hoped it wasn't going to blow up out of proportion. Before long, she realised that she still had two in the rear.

Ookay. You guys alright back there? Nothing broken from the ride?


 
"Controlling the weather is just the cherry on the top," snorted Mack, as he downed down his whiskey and ordered another one. He downed that one, too, against the wishes of the barman. He merely waved him off and ordered another drink again. "Nice to meet you by the way, Wolfgang. It's nice to know I can actually speak to someone without being stared at for once."

"This crazy English man comes in, proclaiming he can fly! The drink, I tell you ..." the barman muttered under his breath.

"And here I was, thinking that the drink could make a man tell the truth!" he chuckled softly. He turned back to Wolfgang. "Tell me something, Wolfgang. Do you believe that a man can really fly?"


Meanwhile, Alex thought back to his life before becoming a mutant. He had been Alexander Covington, the self-proclaimed dark horse of Berlin, who could woo any woman. But there had been only one woman that was the apple of his eye ...

"So it seems your father will be pleased to see me here!" Alexander stated.

"Alexander! He'll be furious! What have we done?" gasped Evaline.

"Oh, come on, he'll be pleased that you have a mind of your own and he knows me, so he'll be even more pleased," he teased.

He may have been sarcastic and playful after the wonderful sex they'd had, but it wasn't enough to put Evaline's mind at rest. Alexander rolled his eyes when he saw how quickly she was putting her dress back on.

"Eva, I thought we were going to commit to this?"

"Maybe I was wrong. I just ... I can't do this right now. My mind's all over the place and we just –"

"Had the most wonderful time in forever?"

That confident smirk was enough to calm Evaline down. She smiled and sat on the bed with her back turned to him, beckoning him to finish her dress. She smiled when she felt his finger sliding down her back.

"Alex, we have to hurry. My father will be here soon ..."

"Aww, don't you like the danger of what we're doing?"

"I suppose we can enjoy it more now that you're not leaving Berlin."

"The general was against it in the first place, thinking I was the perfect candidate as a role model for the soldiers of tomorrow. I've no problem with young boys worshipping my awesomeness."

"Forget the young boys. I worship you."

Grasped in his hand was her ring, the only piece he had left of Evaline. Alex had cherished it for so long, but the ring had been with him for decades now. Perhaps almost a century. Being immortal gave you plenty of time to think and that was what Alex did. Whilst the rest of the Black Hand would do his bidding, he'd go and do whatever it was he wanted.

Perhaps he had to let go of the ring. He had wanted to believe that Evaline's spirit possessed it somehow, but not even his limitless amount of power could detect anything. And as much as he wanted to let go, he just could not.

Evaline was dead.

Maybe it was best if he moved on.

Even though she had been used and abused for so many years, Alex had to wonder if Amelia was interested in a real relationship. Their affairs had seen many ups and downs, but maybe they had to accept reality for what it was and grasp onto what they had now.

It was there and then he decided.

Evaline was dead.

Amelia was immortal. Like him.

With that, he teleported away from the graveyard back to the office.


"Admit it, we finally got one on the Americans! Huzzah!" laughed Josie.

Stone, however, did not look impressed. His meeting had been rudely interrupted by this mutant. He thought most mutants as civilians, but had to respect Josie since she was a senior member of the MERIT team in England. She was young and naive. He did not like those kind of people, but still had to respect his superiors' wishes.

"How is Doctor Norman? Did he ever discover the source of the mutants?" he asked, intentionally changing the topic.

"Oh, he's fine. He hasn't found the source yet, but he's going to dissect a poor dead mutant we found the other week," she answered, dropping the sarcastic attitude. "He believes the source is in the DNA because we did some tests last month and the DNA between mutants and humans are similar, but the DNA in mutants is hugely different. Our molecular structure is the same as are other things, but the source of our powers makes us different. It's a lot of research ... he'll get back to you, I'm sure of it."

She crossed her arms.

"Now my team has rescued the mutant in question and we need sanctuary. I can't arrange to bring her back to our base because, well, it's out of the question. Her name is Beth and she was being pursued by the Black Hand. All we ask is a few hours here until we get clearance that we can take her back to England. Surely, you can gain authorisation for that?"

She was mocking him again. Stone was definitely going to be hitting the bar tonight.

"It'll take sometime, but I can come to an arrangement with my superiors," he nodded. "You have permission to bring in your team and ... Beth."

"Cheers, Stone!" Josie chuckled lightly. "Just please don't get any of your CIA agents tasering me this time. It tickles my neck."

"Dammit, she knew ..." she heard him mutter with her super hearing, as she walked out the door.

Five minutes, she made her way back to the car where Remi, Leon and Beth were.

"All right, we've got authorisation to bring her in," she said, talking directly to Remi and Leon. Then Josie turned to Beth. "You're going to be safe here, ok? You can stay with me the whole time if that makes you comfortable, or even Remi and Leon can keep you company. If you have questions, we can answer them. I know you're scared, but you're certainly not the first to have gone through something like this."
 
"Controlling the weather is just the cherry on the top," Wolfgang saw Mack down a few more glasses of whiskey, obviously adding to what the bartender believed to be a drunken hysteria. But Wolf knew otherwise, he was probably buzzed, but at least he could hold his liquor.

"Nice to meet you by the way, Wolfgang. It's nice to know I can actually speak to someone without being stared at for once."

"Well, it's nice to know I can speak to a friendly face after having traveled so far and wide, not after what happened." Wolfgang downed his cup of Apfelschorle, and asking the bartender for another glass.

"This crazy English man comes in, proclaiming he can fly! The drink, I tell you ..."


"And here I was, thinking that the drink could make a man tell the truth!" As Mack turned to Wolfgang he asked, "Tell me something, Wolfgang. Do you believe that a man can really fly?"

"Well after everything I've been through, I'd believe anything really. Between you and me, I too can control the weather." This is the first time Wolf actually confided in someone besides his dead parents about his powers, but he felt confident enough to actually tell someone now.
 
Mack continued to down his drinks. He had been in denial over his powers for so long and it was nice to be able to talk to someone who didn't think he was crazy. After all, the amount of crazy people was on the rise nowadays. After knocking back his whiskey, he moved onto shots of tequila. The bartender wasn't happy, but couldn't do anything since he wasn't technically disturbing any of the customers.

"After what happened? Hey, I've only noticed you haven't spoken a lot," he mumbled. "I've been going on and on about myself that I haven't given you the chance to speak! Sorry, man."

He downed the shot, feeling slightly dizzy, but ignored the familiar sensation.

"You can control the weather, too? Well ... I bet you're better at it than I am. I caused a snowstorm in Spain last week. Geez, that was nasty. The scientists put it down to global warming, so at least my arse was covered."
 
Idol? It was odd, Remilia had never had a fan before. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t know what to say. “Wel- I- Um… Thank you.” She couldn’t tell, but she was sure she had just blushed. “A-Anyway, we are almost to the bank now. Perhaps you should get ready. I will be close behind, do not worry.”
 
"After what happened? Hey, I've only noticed you haven't spoken a lot, I've been going on and on about myself that I haven't given you the chance to speak! Sorry, man."

Wolf was surprised when Mack said that. But he was right about that though. "It's no problem. To be honest, I had my own set of troubles myself. Mainly, being chased around by some crazy lady, I'm not sure what she's about myself."

"You can control the weather, too? Well ... I bet you're better at it than I am. I caused a snowstorm in Spain last week. Geez, that was nasty. The scientists put it down to global warming, so at least my arse was covered."

"Not really, I caused a snowstorm in the middle of summer back home in Wien (Vienna). Not to mention Hurricane force winds in Venice. Both were unintentional, and I wished I could do something about it. They did blame Global Warming on mine too, but I couldn't help but feel bad for the people."

Wolfgang asked for another cup of Apfelschorle which the bartender reluctantly gave him.
 
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