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FireMaiden · Oct 12, 2017

Softly, her voice started to fill the air, lights dim to set the mood. Nobody was paying attention to words she was singing, just...the way she was doing it. Slow, powerful, full of emotion. It's the kind of voice that's give you goosebumps, and almost everyone there was covered with them. It was hard to hear a voice like this anymore, but here she was. Her hair cascading downward in a dark, silky smooth waterfall. Her dress was long and form fitting, almost as black as her hair. On her lips, bright matte red lipstick. She looked graceful, yet deadly. Smoke from cigars and cigarettes hung low, giving the lounge an old look, but it went perfectly with her voice.

Three nights a week, Amélie Prince sang at the Red Lantern; a lounge for the rich and powerful who came for an escape from their so call, stressful lives. Leather chairs, mahogany tables, and the best damn drinks around, this was the go to place for them. But the nights she sang, it was a different atmosphere all together. The normal chatter and hearty laughter was absent, nobody wanted to miss her sing. With a wink, a certain sway of her hips, she drew them in even more, Amélie knew how to play a crowd. Of course, nobody knew who she truly was, the room full of people who weren't on the same side of the heros. But that didn't matter, the pay was good enough she could ignore that. She put up with almost anything.

Amélie just hoped no-one from work showed up tonight.

CombatReadyPenny · Oct 12, 2017

Ashlynn sat atop the balcony in the Red Lantern. She was known well enough so no one messed with her, but none knew too much about her. She stayed to herself and sighed. She knew she had made a reputation of herself enough to be a rumor, but not enough to be known to be real. The name 65 would come in to conversation like a ghoul from the night, and went away just as fast. She was only able to keep her secrecy by fighting villains and heroes alike. No one knows where to look, no one knows where to start. The way she liked it.

She was by herself in the balcony as a waiter came by to see if her night was satisfactory. She held up a couple bucks and said "Bring me the special... two of them..." she said without taking her eyes off of the singer. She seemed familiar but she shook that thought out of her mind as the waiter left the balcony. "Everyone looks familiar nowadays Lynn... You can't go off of that anymore..." She said as she finished her previous drink. A Cocktail, Dark and stormy, fitting for her.

She stayed seated for the song, she did not want to miss the singing.

Gravitational Force · Oct 12, 2017

XIV's host settled back in his chair, luxuriating in the atmosphere of the Red Lantern lounge. The food was half-bad, the drinks were overpriced, and the smell of smoke overpowered it all. It was worth it for the music though, and his knowledge of the singer's identity was icing on the red velvet cake. Phoenix had needed him and after rifling through the head of one of an unfortunate man who knew too much he knew what needed to be done. And thanks to an "unfortunate" fall, the only person who could have warned her was in urgent care and in no condition to talk.
Well, that song was done, time to get to work. XIV loved the term "agent provocateur," it just fit what he was going to do so well. Slipping into the men's room, he found a stall marked "out of order," forced it open, and started pulling on the costume he found inside. No need for body armor, he wasn't trying to protect this body after all. Now put on the helmet, and...there. Time to see how much damage an Amazon can do.
Exiting the men's room in costume (an absurd getup modeled on a white tiger), XIV pulls out a plasma rifle (thank you 2nd Amendment for making it so easy for criminals to get military equipment.), aims at the stage, and opens fire.

FireMaiden · Oct 12, 2017

Amélie was knocked back as she felt bullets burn through her dress where she was hit, and she could almost feel them bruise and singe her flesh. Screams started to fill the air as people scrambled out, and Amélie was smart enough to wait for the civilians to leave before she started doing what she needed to do. "That," she started, "Was my only dress," Amélie growled. Of course, that want what she was angry about. The part she was angry about was the fact that someone nearly blew her cover. "I don't know who sent you, but I hope your boss can still work with a mangled coma patient." Dispite the gun fire, she was now quickly approaching him. As he kept firing, the more small burns she she would get, and the more her dead would burn away. Super durability didn't extend to most of her clothes.

fin · Oct 12, 2017

Akeel was seated in the VIP lounge of the Red Lantern, where the prince of Zambesi/Zambesi ambassador should be rightfully sat. His bodyguards stood filed around the red rope that circled around him, armed with hand guns and brute strength. Each of them wore a tuxedo, sun glasses and the iconic earpiece. Inside the designated area with Akeel were two celebrity models, Natasha Ibrahimovic, a blond Norwegian immigrant who'd relocated not more than three years ago to the US and Alexis DuPont, a France national who'd also moved to the US. The two were only two or three years older than the prince, finding a model his age had been quite the task. With that though, he sipped on a cup of ride wine, enjoying the music and cavernous theme that the Red Lantern gave off. Akeel adjusted his own custom Armani tuxedo, brushing his arms back through his baby locs before finally turning to the models he'd called on.

"The Zambesi Incorporation is trying to branch out to the west as you both know of," Akeel started with, the two women nodding, "So we felt, alongside our arms and technology dealings, a clothing line could be the face of our... brand. Calling you up here was no mistake. We felt, you could represe--" He was cut off as one of his bodyguards summoned him. Another sip of his red wine as he stared at the man. As the man's eyes gaped to talk, Robert's to be specific, Akeel's eyes were focused on the person who was singing, stretching a finger out to point at her. "That's what we need." Whether or not he just liked the girl, Akeel stood up and stared. "The girl who's presenting, call her for me." He ordered. The guards looked themselves over before one of them spoke up, "We... we can't, sir." A series of curse words escaped his mouth as Akeel pulled out his wallet, tossing two seperate hundred thousand dollar bands to each of the models. "That's your share." He said without looking as he walked out of the red area.

His walking quickened as he descended down the stairs, adjusting the Tantu Totem that was hidden under his tuxedo as he walked. Akeel's train of thought was soon cut off by the series of plasma shots that rang out towards the stage... no, he wasn't about to let this mystery girl get injured. As Akeel leaped forwards, a crystal-looking glowing aura formed around his body, an image of a leopard present as he leaped. A rawr escaped his mouth, unclear if that was caused by him or the morphogenic energy. Getting to the point, Akeel's arms wrapped around Amélie's body as he pulled her to the ground with him. The aura vanished as he whispered to her, "Shuffle with me." In spite of what was happening around them, Akeel managed a wink before his attention turned to the civilians. "Get down!" When he was done with this woman, he'd definitely seek out whoever was raining down the plasma shots.

CombatReadyPenny · Oct 12, 2017

Ashlynn sighed as she stood up and clapped. The waiter from before had ran off, but she had her drink she ordered in hand. "excellent performance I must say... " she said with a smirk. As she pulled her pistol blades out, the green liquid swishing in its barrel. "now... I can't stay long, but I do know one of you are from Phoenix..." she said as she holstered it and held her hand on the wall next to her. "I will make my exit now... Cheerio... Or whatever..." with that the wall blew up and once the smoke cleared she was gone. The hole was at the stage exit, the best possible location for an evacuation.

FireMaiden · Oct 12, 2017

She was close, shrugging off the shots as if they were allot nothing when someone pulled her to the ground. "What th-what are you doing?" She asked, a hushed, whisper yell. But she was slightly taken aback by the wink. This was no time to flirt while they were getting shot at. "Shuffle with me." Alright, she can do that. Though the floor was nasty and her dress was kinda jot really there any more. Thanks to the jerk who started shooting her. That was just rude.

fin · Oct 12, 2017

Akeel shuffled alongside Amélie, sliding onto his feet once he'd reached the stage. He pointed towards backstage as he looked at the dark-haired maiden, "Stay there, I've got to figure out who this guy is." His sentence was finished off with another perfect smile and wink before he bent down, jogging across the club. He ushered the civilians towards the exit, glancing back at Amélie every now and then before reaching into his pockets. He placed the walkie talkie against his ear as he communicated with one of his body guards, Larry, a close family friend and someone he respected and often took advice from. "Hey, double R, you've got to watch this girl for me. The one who was singing? She's somewhere by the stairs, I'm sure she's stubborn... she looks it, it fits her well... she's gorgeo-- not the point. Just, keep close to her for me? I'm going to try and find the jackass who was shooting at her." Larry spoke his own part, hesitant to comply but ultimately said yes. Akeel fist pumped the air before continuing on towards the back of the club where the shots stemmed from. It was close to the washroom where he could see a small piece of XIV's host. Holding his breath, he shuffled a bit closer before activating the Totem once more, a large rhino-looking aura formed around him. He broke pieces of the wall off as he charged, ducking his head into XIV's host's lower gut, sending the man back (saying as he wasn't wearing any body armour) a few feet. "What the fuck was that?"

Gravitational Force · Oct 12, 2017

XIV giggled as his host body was tossed around. At this point even pain was enough to get him going. He aimed the gun past the guy who'd just gut-punched him and fired, taking out one of the support beams. Too much more damage and the roof would fall on them. He kept laughing, wheezing as air was hard to get. "I live, I burn, I die, I live again. Like the Phoenix I am immortal!" He flicked the gun's switch to autofire and begins blasting at Akeel and Amélie.

Karcen · Oct 12, 2017

Heroes, villains, none of that mattered to Sol what mattered was vengeance, she had once bothered to call it justice, but that was not what she truly was now, she answered to no force on earth and was judge jury and a executioner all in one. Sol didn't bother with pretending to be human now she didn't hang out in fancy cocktail lounges, or in fortified fortress, she was in the streets every night and every day. She brought vengeance to those that had wronged others from the ground up she worked yet no one knew her name, a pale figure in dark green, and ghost that couldn't be killed, a spectre of all ones misdeeds that was all villains knew of her. Even now she brought forth her vengeance upon the scum of Gotham though she heard a disturbance from a building, some lounge that the rich and corrupt frequented and would one day be made to account for their wrong doings.

It seemed the place would be a center for activity and Sol was thinking of intervening, but that to her was a police matter. It might seems a bit odd the spirit of vengeance seeing some wrong doings as police work and others as her business, but somethings didn't need her coming in and fixing things. Sol punished those that walked free, those that evaded justice and hid behind their money and connections to avoid the law or simply picked the right targets. What was likely one gang shooting up another was not her concern until the survivors escaped then they were hers.

Still as she moved towards the building to look for those survivors she noticed someone leaving, there was someone she could get. while they might not actually be involved they had been in the building so there was a good chance that they were involved in something and here would be plenty of time to hunt down the others, in time all would be judged if not by her then by the presence itself. Thus Sol in her spectre form took off after the fleeing form.

CombatReadyPenny · Oct 12, 2017

Ashlynn made her way up a building via small, quiet concussive explosions. She looked down towards the hole she made in the wall as she sighed. "at least the civilians made it out... " she said to herself as she saw civilians fleeing. "I would have fought him... But... " she had a flashback to the labs. She fell to her knees feeling nauseous as she injected herself with a green liquid. With a deep breath she cringed and held back tears. "Something about that man... What was it...."

As her senses returned to normal, she felt a presence creeping up behind her. She put her hand to her gunblade's hilt and waited to draw. "Listen... I do not know who you are, or what you want... But if you are with Phoenix.. I suggest you back away now..." She said coldly. She was not one for words, so first impressions were never a strong suit of hers. "I do not want to harm you... so I will not attack first." She said as she kept her hand on her weapon. "What is your choice?"

Karcen

Karcen · Oct 12, 2017

Sol moved upon the girl and as she did the girls secrets and wrong doings would flow into her, a protected mind could stop this but likely she was not prepared. Still Sol did not dig deep it was only surface information in truth as she was guilty of something recent then it would be on the surface of he mind right now. Sol wasn't scared by the girl's threats she was already dead and could not die again though the surface thoughts revealed what was happening in the club. Still despite everything she saw int he girls mind there was little she could say was deserving of any vengeance she had been the one to take it herself.

" I do not work for those that would wrong others" Sol said " And you have not done much to create a grudge against yourself Ashlynn" She continued using the girls name to reveal she knew what she was talking about " Tell me what will you do when you find this Phoenix, will you take vengeance?" she asked her tone seemingly amused by her own question and seemingly wanting a positive answer.

CombatReadyPenny · Oct 12, 2017

Ashlynn slowly moved her hand away shakily, as though she were scared at her own thoughts. "I... I am going to.... I am going to tear their industry down... piece by piece..." She said as she clenched her hands, the green serum seemingly glowing from her skin. "They have done terrible things..." She unclenched her hands and took a deep breath. "I will kill every last one of the uppers... For my late master... His wishes will be followed through..." She said as she looked back down. She did not even seem fazed at the fact her name was used. "If you do not mind... I like to be called Lynn..." with that, she turned around.

"I carry the death of those I inadvertently killed." She said as she walked past Sol. "I live with these sins everyday of my life... Im not a bad person.... but a troubled one..." She smirked as she stopped at the edge of the building, a blast forming in her hands. "I will more than likely see you around often... Trouble finds me more often than I look for it... Until then madam..." With that she shot her arms down, creating a large concussive blast, launching her towards the end of the street where she landed on the rooftops and jumped off the side. She was gone after that.

Karcen

Karcen · Oct 12, 2017

Sol chuckled as the girl left how funny it was to find one craving vengeance so close by it was just what Sol would actually like to do. While it was good fun to make criminals repent and taste the vengeance of those they had wronged, it was far better to bring down those that wronged others in mass, yes that was what the spirit of vengeance was meant for not hunting down common thugs. Sol would keep an eye on that girl as she was one of the few that actually sparked her interest, a soul that the spirit inside her, that linked with her, that was her but was not her knew well and made it think of the old golden days of heroes. That could wait till later for now there were others needing vengeance visited upon them.

Callistis · Oct 12, 2017

What world of wonders! That was what the witch-boy loved the most about Gotham, years could go by and yet no day was uneventful there, it was ever monotone, there was always something to spark his curiosity. Today it was the buiding across the street.

" Ah! Show me adventure, Teekl. "

the witch-boy said gleefuly, hands placed next to his ears and eyes closed and suddenly it was as if he was inside the building along with his familiar. He listened to the music and watched the coloured lights that made shadows dance around the saloon before it was all interrupted by the gunshots.

Now, he could interfere but it just happened that it was a lot more of fun to watch and see how that would turn out. Teekl meowed a half annoyed reply to that thought.

FireMaiden · Oct 13, 2017

She just, she was so confused. Half naked, and confused, and being stared at by some random bodyguards. "You know," She said, yanking one out of the way of a apart of bullets. "I'm bulletproof. And I do believe you're normal and squishy." Amélie was at least relieved it looked like random attack. There didn't seem it be anyone who saw the fact she was, well, shoy mulitple times woth soemthing that would have turned a normal person to a pile of ash.

Demonhunter · Oct 13, 2017

Rai was currently in this club, although not for the usual reasons, what followed clubbers was usually rather dangerous with little to no care for their lives. They might not know it, but this club was crawling with demons. Most of which were incubus and succubi, pumping insane amounts of pharamones into the air to dilute the senses of any human anywhere near them into a sense of false safety. Leave the club with any of these demons, and they likely wouldn't come back. But it was oh, so tempting. They looked airbrushed, flawless and absolutely perfect in a human's eyes. Their tricks made them look like the perfect partner to any human wishing for 'a night of good fun'.

She counted 5, but there was a sixth questionable presence. She'd leave it for last, one of the succubi was working up some human man. She moved, unseen by mortals, and with ghostly precision, slashes downward through the gorgeous beast's bodice. She split, falling off her victim who was currently disillusioned with reality. He'd been bitten, which would numb his mind for a few hours but was relatively harmless long-term. One down, four to go.

The second was dancing by himself on the dance floor, a relatively easy target. She watches the souls of the humans around her, attempting to mimic their wavelengths and appear human. She weaved her way through the crowd, playing the temptress herself for a moment to catch his attention. He was weary at first, but it worked. The demon ventured closer to the poisoned fruit. And down he went once he was lose enough to see through the illusion, slashed through before he could even scream and his corpse hidden from mortal eyes quietly.

She was about to pick off the third, but the crack of gunshot rang out and she found a piercing pain rip through her left shoulder. Bones separated with a painful crack, but pain was a different sensation to her. Dulled and dim, she could fight through it far easier than a human could. The blow did, however, knock down her illusions revealing the devil in all her glory. Black ringlets rolled off her shoulder like smoke and dual scythes glinted like razor's edges in the strobe light. She looked like a ghost, unmoving, not even breathing as the crystal eyes of the serpent lock on to the man who'd shot.

She analyzes her situation, vision seeing right through to the man's soul... finding two. A possessor and a victim. She'd have to handle this with care if she wanted to separate the two. Stop attacking him. He's not in control of his actions. You'll kill an innocent man. Rai calls, trying to draw attention to the fact they could wind up murdering someone. Her scythes glowed in ghostly essence, if she messed this up she'd either miss both or kill both potentially. She takes one step then bounds forward, uncaring if she took a few bullets. She took one already and it wasn't silvered. He had nothing that could hurt her as far as she knew. One scythe lunges forward, mimicking the cry of a guillotine as it slashed downward at the possessed man. She was aiming to force the possessor from the body of his host and leave the host unscathed. She knew the chances of this working perfectly were slim, but it was worth a shot... and being so close to an armed man was dangerous... but she'd rather take bullets than someone who was actually alive.

Demonhunter · Oct 13, 2017

Jace was on the hunt. He hadn't eaten for days and a natural food source in the water systems of metropolis was pretty rare. What he'd give for a seal or perhaps even a fat porpoise. But those weren't here, and bony fish took more effort to catch than they were worth. Even looking at Jace, one could tell he was thin, his were ribs exposed, he had a prominent collar bone and the bones in his shoulders even threatened against his skin. He was forced out of his hunger-induced daze by the swishing of a fishing net cutting through the water. Sometimes fishermen wounded fish with their nets, that would be easy pickings.

He ventures closer before realizing the webbing in the net was so tight, they weren't dropping anything. Plan B... grab a fisherman.

Now Jace had gotten quite a reputation in the area, but it was thought to be a tall tale. Although it was true he'd sunken 3 boats, killed 4 men and almost knocked a cargo ship into a sandbank. He was becoming quite the public menace and scaring everyone enough to effect surfing and so boatmen carried weapons now. He eases up to surface before letting his clawed hands settle onto the side of the boat. A much older bearded man was working on dumping out the loads of fish he'd caught on the deck and wasn't playing much attention to Jace. He stood and jumped out of his skin as the siren was silently staring at him, blue eyes bright with curiosity.

The fisherman seemed shaken but then had a rather wise idea as he continued to look the siren over. He was visibly thin so it was easy to infer he had come in hopes of easy food. Jace's reputation had earned him a rather nasty bounty, humans seemed to infer that him grabbing humans was for pure malice rather than desperation. Either way, bringing Jace in would be one hell of a pay day. The seaman backs up to his pile of fish, picking one up and throwing it over the side of the boat.

Jace smiles, thinking he'd found a friend. He moves to go get the fish, deboning it and eating it quickly. The man reaches for his harpoon and moves it closer while the siren was distracted. Jace was about to go back to the boat when another fish was thrown for him, but slightly farther. He repeats his action and swims for it, deboning it, and consuming it, then waiting for another. The third fish was caught even further from the boat. He turns, about to return...

CRACK!!!

Blinding pain was all the siren felt, having been harpooned through the chest, where his shoulder met his ribs. Blood spilled in the water as he pulls back, barb refusing to dislodge against his back. He attempted to duck down under the water but he was being pulled in. He was scared, so terrified he couldn't even use his magic to defend himself. Jace found himself being roughly pulled into the boat and thrown into the floor.

He didn't even change his tail back to legs all he could do was hold his pierced shoulder, sobbing tears of pure pain. He didn't understand. He'd trusted this man. He had to scream, if he did he could get the man to leave him alone. He pushes himself up with his free arm and lets out a deafening scream, enough to shatter glass and burst eardrums. Then silence as he felt an impact to the lower jaw, shutting him up. The seaman taped layers of duct tape over his mouth to prevent him from screaming again and set out for the docks, excited to collect his reward.

****

Back at the docks he was thrown onto the wooden plants, he squirms, trying to get back to the water, but his tail was grabbed and he was being dragged. He groans, harpoon occasionally catching on a plank and hurting even worse. He'd bled so much, he didn't know if he could bleed any more.

He couldn't understand what people were saying, all he knew is they were angry. He'd killed people, yes, but only because he had to. And now they were going to punish him for it. He was just an animal to them, dumb and not sentient at all. They hoisted him up by his tail like some trophy catch as the seaman took pictures while Jace tried to right himself. With each breath he did more damage, bleeding more internally, which fell downward with gravity, giving him a nosebleed. He could taste blood too, but couldn't spit.

He'd accepted he was going to die. He just had no idea why.

(anyone wants to join in, since all the fun seems to be at the club. might as well make a dramatic entrance in metropolis)

Gravitational Force · Oct 13, 2017

Demonhunter
XIV chortled as his would-be slayer attempted to sever his connection to his host. Time to end this with a bang.
"Cinnamon."
The voice-activated thermite charges strapped to his host's body exploded.

Callistis · Oct 13, 2017

The cat left out a low annoyed growl as he made his way back into the building opposite to the club.

" I know, Teekl, I know. But we will get another chance to get a better look at it, I'm sure. "

{ to that the cat gave a half hearted nod, before climbing on the boy's back and laying lazily there as if he was a very expensive and fluffy scarf. Drat! All that noise was sure to get someone he'd rather not see around there. Too many people and too much attention had just ruined their night of mischief, but well that night was not over yet... In a slight of hand the boy opened a small portal, lest he be caught in that mess too, no he rather be caught on his own messes for at least those he knew were worth the trouble.
Now, there were ways to travel a mapped road, walk the path you could see get to the destiny you expected. It was the kind of magic you learned as you learned to take your first steps. Baby magic. Today he took a step into the unknown, allowing the flow to take him anywhere. Anywhere but here. As he opened his eyes he found himself in some place yet unexplored in his travels, although not for long.
the smell of the sea mixed with the rusted containers made for something completely new for the witch-boy, after all there were no seas in Limbo Town and the waters in Gotham (with all the chemicals and pollution, it could be hardly called water anymore), but underneath it all there was a smell to which Klarion and Teekl were no strangers too.
they found themselves following the smell of blood to the backside of the docks. The witch-boy choose to stay back into the shadows while his Draaga-cat made his way closer to the trail of blood that lead to a small group of fisherman, but that was not what piqued their interest. it was a very familiar scene,
thus we learn the meaning of betrayal, eh, brother ?
and yet up there, hoisted by its tail and covered in blood was something neither boy or cat had ever laid eyes on before. there was no way the witch-boy could just leave the creature to its fate. he bit his lower lip, there would be no leviathan to help them out this time, no cards up his sleeves. he was almost tempted to say a small prayer to Croatoan, so were the odds of their success. the familiar came back closer to the boy, brushing himself against Klarion's legs before looking up to him.
so what will it be, brother?
well why not? he always did love a good challenge. }

in snap of the boy's fingers the docks were filled with a blinding white light, he took advantage of the confusion to try to get the creature back in the ground, sharp claws working together with the boys magic and they were able to get it ..him? down, but now the fisherman were snapping out of the confusion and started ganging up on the weird boy, who now stood between them and their prize. klarion knew another light trick wouldn't work this time.
his Draaga-cat snarled a warning, they needed a way out and they needed it quickly, before things really get ugly.

The creature (whatever he was) didn't seem to be in condition to help them in anyway, and by the amount of blood he seemed to have lost the witch-boy was worried the creature would be dead before they were able to get him out of there. Klarion looked around, counting the men around them.
" oh, by the blasted ways of the Sheeda! of course! "
he exclaimed, before closing his eyes and twisting his hands into a almost forgotten and yet so familiar position.

he couldn't help laughing.. starting to sound almost hysterical before the space around them started to quickly be filled with red light, until it wasn't and in a second they were dropped without courtesy into the hard, cold floor.

Witch, Draaga and Merman were now surrounded by darkness, with only the boy's laugh to break the otherwise complete silence.

Demonhunter

fin · Oct 14, 2017

Akeel stood over the civilian with the plasma pistol in hand, technology he hadn't thought anyone at these standards could ever get their hands on. As the man rambled off, someone behind him, a feminine voice spoke out, warning him that the civilian was only a host. There was a bigger person inside the body. Clueless of what to do, Akeel proceeded to stand there and wait out the gibberish the man was saying before dark red liquid spluttered onto his face. He'd said 'cinnamon,' how did that make you blow up? Wiping off the smudge of blood that painted his face, he'd be followed by a lacerated arm to the face, still holding the same force a normal slap would. He quickly slid down towards the body, grabbing the plasma gun as well as staring at the pile of guts. His attention turned to the weapon he'd just acquired, still wondering how low-lifes could get weapons like this these days. He then turned around, his priority set on searching for the person who'd previously warned him against hurting the civilian, "Who said that? I-I need your help!" He called out, striding forwards. He stumbled, slipping on some blood as he scanned the crowd for who it may have been, they may have been onto something.

Demonhunter
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Larry raised a brow at Amélie as she spoke. How could she be bulletproof? Was she a meta? And why would she be declaring it out loud? "Boss is in love with another lunatic." He thought to himself, grabbing Amélie's arm. He didn't care for any pain she may have felt. "My employer has ordered me to keep you safe. I can't do so if you keep saying nonsense." With that, the brute dragged Amélie out of the club, slapping his glasses onto his face as well as wrapping her in his jacket. The cold air licked his face as he continued to pull her along to the limo. "Get inside. There's drinks, food, and television for you. Just stay put."

FireMaiden · Oct 14, 2017

"Let go of me!" She shouted, a sudden panic filling her voice. Amélie could handle strangers touching her if she wasn't the one who instigated. Part of that mysterious backstory she's keeping secert. However, She didn't seem to be fight in back, just...panicing as she was dragged along. He wasn't hurting her really, but she was starting to truly hate the situation she has found herself a part of. First off, plasma or not, she wouldn't have gotten any more injured than she already was. Amd these small wounds she had gotten would be healed easily with something from home. So why was she freaking out so much? Amélie knew itnwasnt rational, and hardly noticed his jacket fall onto her shoulders. When he told her to get in the limo, she would hesitate, but do as she was asked thinking it was better than nothing.

Demonhunter · Oct 14, 2017

Cinnamon
What the-? She smelt fire, then the blast hit her. Rai yelps before getting up from where she'd landed. She wasn't too badly injured, just a few scrapes, bruises and burns. There honestly wasn't much explosions and stabbing and bullets could do other than make her angry. She takes a deep breath, looking around. To be honest their target just made things much easier for her. With one soul extinguished, finding XVI would be pretty easy. Her vision was made for seeing what people could not. She did not see the human body, she didn't even know what a human face looked like, she saw the soul within. And even hiding inside an inanimate object wouldn't hide XVI, all inanimate objects were opaque and souls lit up brightly. So much for trying to separate it from it'd host.

Her attention perks to find Akeel, the eyes of the devil like crystal stained glass. The black marks like inky lace against ivory skin. She looked dangerous, like some villain ready to steal the souls of any who crossed her. But that wasn't further from the truth. She was just odd looking, almost like she wasn't even really there. She had no natural sway to her step, no movement of her shoulders that breathing would cause. She moved like she wasn't touching the ground. She offers a hand to the downed human.

"I'm Rai. If we hurry we can probably still catch him." Her voice sounded like church bells before an execution, deadly yet sweet.

fin · Oct 14, 2017

"I'm Rai. If we hurry we can probably still catch him."

Akeel looked up towards the voice, a woman standing before him. She stood out, her skin was painted with black inscription, different yet magnificent. Akeel hadn't the time to wonder why such etchings were on her skin, and instead took her hand. He stood up, nodding at the girl after his own heart, "Akeel's my name." He introduced, turning towards where the former host's body had exploded. "While we're going, could you explain what just happened?" He was sure the marks on Rai's face, the unnatural walk and talk that she had, all had a connection to how she could see... how she could see the things he couldn't. To how she knew that the civilian he'd attacked was actually not in control of his own body. His speculations were high that she was a mystic, a magician of sorts, though he couldn't yet place a finger on what.