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[WeaselThor]

Casino city Hall
Ace of Spades- Mitch Wells
11:27pm December 15th 2027.

Mitch sat in his office at his computer going over the footage from the vault again just to make sure he had missed nothing. After all it wouldn't do for him to share the information and have missed even one detail. As far as he could tell there was nothing new on the footage but even after more than twenty years the feeling that there was more to this than meets the eye was still with him. Almost as if he knew the culprit though he never saw him on the video feed.

If only the other aces were so dedicated to finding the truth, right now only he and james were even looking into it. With the rise in crime and the current virus outbreak in the urban area Alice had her hands full. Gentry on the otherhand had been gone all weekend, phone turned off as per usual. Finally he came to the part of the video that showed the strange shadow and he marked it with a time stamp and a circle with the computers trace program. Then as he compared the shadow to the rest that were in the footage he finally found what was strange about it. The shadow seemed many shades lighter than the others in the room.

He typed in the words "Not Solid" with a question mark at the end before emailing it to every royal and Ace in the city. After wards he rose to his feet and stepped out of the office telling his secretary to transfer all calls to his cell as he crossed the lobby and out the building. As he walked he brought up craigs list and scrolled through the jobs listed before he found a home remodeling job that just screamed difficult. He stepped into the backseat of the car and read the adds address to his driver. "Inform my royals in person that i am going to find Gentry, but only give my location to the first one who answers." the nine nodded knowing that his boss intended to cross into the clubs territory but seeming to show no fear or apprehension. He only said "Yes sir." and started the car towards the address.
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Casino City , Bright Diamond Hotel
Ace of Diamonds- James Stryker
11:27pm December 15th 2027

Deep in the basement of the five star hotel james watched as the gold was loaded into his vault with an uncomfortable feeling. He never felt like this vault was secure after the break in, though all of his inspectors claimed it was even more safe than it was two decades ago. Still its location was compromised to at least one person he didnt know and that simply wouldnt do. His phone vibrated as they loaded the last stack of gold bricks. Those experts would be sorry if they were wrong, 2.3 billion in gold was not an investment that he was willing to loose.

He pulled the phone and his brows raised when he looked at the image that was sent. He held his phone out to the royal on his right hand side. "Pessina, what do you make of this? Look like a doctored image to you?" he said without the slightest expression or tone to inflect his personal opinion on it. The camera image showed the shadow of a man on the approach to the vault, standing almost exactly where they were now.
But it was several shades lighter than any other shadow in the photo, not to mention there were sections where the shadow seemed to fade out around the edges.

He adjusted his tie a bit as he held the phone out for the king to take. Staring at his own shadow and noting the differences while trying to figure out a way to kill a possibly Incorporeal man. He had his suspicions as to who could actually pull of something like that off, only one name came to mind but it was to early for him to assume guilt and he hoped he was wrong about it.
AliceNWeb
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Casino City Central Hospital
Ace of Hearts- Alice Kelter
11:27pm December 15th 2027

Alice groaned in frustration as she stepped out of the quarantine area. The virus was coming under control sure but it was slower than she would have liked. The symptoms were so severe that they had to be dealt with in the moment, otherwise they would never get a chance to deal with the cause. Nonetheless things were starting to simmer down and she could feel the past couple of days weighing on her. As she made her way to the office she used her voice to text setting to message Amalia and said. "Amalia hon, you've been working just as hard as i have, lets grab some lunch and take a break...mitch just sent something kinda interesting to, meet me in my office."

After sending the text alice unlocked her office door and strolled into her office which was decorated with intricate metal sculptures that were hand picked to match her gauntlets. Sitting down at her desk she checked the PD daily log and arched an eyebrow in irritation. Across the board the reported crimes were on the rise in all districts. It didnt make sense, even with the population boom and the division of the house the numbers shouldnt be going up this fast. Something else was at work here...
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Casino city, Reynolds park residential area.
Ace of clubs- Gentry Titus
11:27pm December 15th 2027

As his eyes scanned the marble countertop the bubble on the level showed that his work was indeed done. It had taken him most of the weekend but looking at the beautiful kitchen he had constructed he felt it was worth it. Black Marble countertops with stainless polished silver faucets and sinks made the kitchen elegant and the new appliances and tiles matched it but with a modern flair. A little dark for his personal taste but the client would get exactly what they desired.

His phone vibrated in his truck but no answer would be found. He spent nearly twenty minutes slowly scanning for imperfections with a paintbrush in hand. Finding none he smiled and returned the paint and brush to their rightful spots. Another fifteen minutes went to carefully putting his tools away and carting them to the truck to gently set them in the bed. Finally the last ten minutes of cleaning the work site into a flawless shine was interrupted as a black SUV pulled into the driveway. Seeing that his client wasnt scheduled to be home for another day or two Gentry assumed it was bad news. Finishing up as the knock came to the door he slowly strolled to the door and pulled it open ever so gently.

To his surprise Mitch was there in a nice suit holding oit his hand to shake with a smile. Gentry pushed the hand aside and hugged his friend a bit harder than need be. Luckily it wasnt a long one and Mitch was able to catch his breath. "Its nice to see you again old friend, but i take it the news isnt good." Gentry said knowing Mitch well enough to know that an in person visit was rarely for pleasantries. "It is not good news i am afraid. Ive been looking into it and thinking it over and i think we may have another immortal, an unknown one..." Mitch replied as dramatically as possible.
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Deathkitten myst.erion FireMaiden AliceNWeb ScarlettBean- Safety Hammer
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[AliceNWeb]

*Pessina took the phone and examined the image on the screen - as an immortal it was important to take into consideration all possibilities, even the ones that seemed entirely improbable. Moments passed and it seemed to take Pessina longer than usual to answer a question like this. Normally he would have said it definitely looked tampered with - this time though there was much more to consider. Why make the edit so horrible? There were plenty of people who could do much better of a job in the city. Several of them weren't even immortals. The only other logical conclusion was that this was intentionally done badly, or... it wasn't an edit at all.

The first option was someone was trying to send them clues, or this was a rookie trying to lead them on a wild goose chase and distract them from something else - a potential next move?

The second option was either this was an immortal with an ability they'd never seen before... two people came to mind. One was obvious, the other... so out of bounds it might be hard to believe. Was it the Spades? Or... was it the fifth house no one had mentioned in decades and if so... why show up now and cause a commotion over wealth? To start a civil war... there were too many possibilities to come up with a solid answer at this moment.

*Pessina sighed as his eyes narrowed, he handed the phone back to Stryker without looking. He was silent for a few more moments before looking over at the Ace to speak up - "There are too many variables to consider at the moment. However, my suspicion is that if any house could pull off an undetectable heist like this it would be the Spades. However, with our track record regarding the relationship we have with the Spades... Money has a lot of pull in the political world... so I don't see them sabotaging our relationship so easily. As for the image... there's also too many things to consider. I've already doubled security in all of our businesses and tightened the threads of information; so far... I haven't heard anything."

*He kicked the ground with the tip of his shoe - "best thing to do is be cautious with any money transports from here on out. I'm just as pissed about this as you are - no one has ever slipped through like this before and I hate that I failed you."

WeaselThor

 

[FireMaiden]

Queen Of Hearts
Amalia Greenfield
Casino City Central Hospital
Interaction: Alice WeaselThor ​

Today was nothing new. Amalia arrived early that morning like she normally did, spending a few hours making her rounds to check up on patients herself. Mostly the younger paitents, those with terminal illnesses, the ones in for assault. She knew then all by name, some of their stories, and knew that when she saw them smile, their day brightened be side of her, it was a wonderful start to start the day. Of course, after that was done, she went to check up on the quarantined patients, the nurses and other staff on duty to help treat them would always start to tell her to suit up, Amalia ignoring them most of the time simply because she could, the immortal would always shower afterwards and change her clothes as to not spread any germs. But still,while Alice did a lot of the work with them, Amalia would always go and make that their mornings were the best they could be.

It would be about midday when she finally finished up with that, seeing her patients and whatnot, before she would go do the more mundane deskwork this job required. She has been sat at her desk for a few hours now, replying to e-mails, checking reports, and occasionally leaving to help assist with something. She rarely wore heels to work.

Leaning back a bit in her chair, arms attached outwards behind and slightly above her head, she spent just a few seconds like that before her back popped, causing her to sigh. While some could argue it was bad for you, Amalia liked the feeling of crack her knuckles and popping her joints. The release of tension was great, especially for a small busty woman with a lot of desk work. She leaned back up, readjusting in her seat a bit before the sounds of typing continued. The email she was currently replying to was a request in getting some more medical supplies for a few displaced citizen's, homeless families, and refugees taking shelter in a converted warehouse. She of course would do help fill the list they sent over, but she wasn't sure if they could spare the needed staff. With brief consideration, she relied, then forwarded the email to Alice so that she could weigh in, and perhaps ultimately decide on what to do. Maybe they could spare some of the footsoliders at their disposal...

Anyway, speaking of Alice, moments after Amalia had forwarded that email, ahe got a text. Turning her attention away from her computer screen, she picked up her phone. Alice was inviting her to lunch! With the little virus outbreak, and having to quardinate quarantine zones, and having to make sure nothing spread to much in the city so they wouldn't have a whole city sick, they really hadn't had much time with each other over the past few days.

"Of course! I'll be there in a few minutes." She sent back with a small smile, before standing up and turning off her desktop monitor, before grabbing the shoulder bag which had her wallet, taser, a few other items, and the tablet she used dor work incase she was going to leave hospital grounds. Just in case. With that, Amalia left her office, and began making her way to Alice's.

Of course, it only took a few minutes to get there, Amalia could almost take that route through the hospital blindfolded. Anyway, once she reached the door to Alice's office, she knocked to give her warning, before she walked in. "Hi Alice! How are you today?" She asked, walking over to her friend. It had been a long time since Amalia had actually viewed Alice as her superior, even though she technically still was. Eh, that didn't matter much. "What are you in the mood for? Oh!" She paused her question about lunch, "What did Mitch send? You said it was interesting."

 

[Deathkitten]

Casino City Hall
King of Spades - Natalia Titus​

Natalia rubbed her pale little face, hair tousled slightly with the tiredness of near-midnight exhaustion. As much as the energy of others made her need less sleep, and she was sure that if she went without entirely she'd manage (as she had to in the past in less kind situations), it was still unpleasant to be up so late with how early she had to get up in the morning. This was sure to be another night of next to no sleep, perhaps a few hours. Oh well. She'd make sure to sap some energy off of some caffeine-riddled intern tomorrow morning, someone who didn't have to do such important things.

Speaking of important things... she looked back down at her pile of paperwork. One of her assistants had a family emergency... and unfortunately the workload ended up falling onto her. She was too nice with this sort of thing. Natalia sighed and straightened the papers for what felt like the thousandth time, her overachieving personality slowly losing the battle against the "it's fine, it can get done tomorrow. My interns, or my assistants... someone can handle the rest of this." She chuckled a little to herself and looked out the clear glass that showed into her office. Most everyone had gone home by now, save for the workaholics like herself. Her Ace, she imagined, was likely still in the building as well.

Her mind wandered further from the paperwork in front of her. What did she have to do tomorrow? What were her plans? Could she get something to eat on the way home? What was good that was open right now? Oh, even more, what was she in the mood for?

The thoughts of food were interrupted by a knock at her door. She looked up at the nine that was looking back at her and put on a polite smile, "Oh, come in, come in. Sorry for not noticing you sooner, I was stuck in my own thoughts. Ah... what time is it now? Shouldn't you have gone home by this time? Regardless, you're clearly here for a reason. Don't let me stop you. What's going on?" She chuckled at her own tiredness, smiling more genuinely at the man.

"12:11 a.m.. After midnight... lovely. So, they're gallivanting about so late at night for some unknown reason. Awesome. Might as well crash the party, I suppose. I'll say hi to my uncle and all that. I'll head out to them. You should try to get some sleep or something."

With that, she packed her paperwork and headed out, intending to drive herself to the address. She didn't need to be pompous about it and have someone else drive her unless she was working on stuff at the same time. After a little while, she arrived, unphased and uncaring of what territory she was in. What were they gonna do? Kill her? Fat chance. She parked beside the other vehicle and sighed deeply before stepping out.

Her pretty little black and blue spring dress flowed in the wind like petals, not even trying to match the wintertime weather, and her small feet were covered with matte, deep blue flats. She shut the car door with a small, tired huff and walked up to the house, rapping on the door with purpose. "Hi uncle, it's me, Natalia. I was told you two would be here. Have to assume that I was told for a reason."

WeaselThor

 

[ScarlettBean-]

Jackpot Square, Casino City
Frankie Evans
Jack of Diamonds

"Straight flush," Frankie announced, laying down the cards in front of them. The eight and seven of diamonds in their hand had done them well. The opponent, a middle aged man with a beer belly, only had a full house. They had both called all-in, with Frankie having less chips than their opponent. It seems like luck was on their side again.

Frankie had chuckled to themselves while collecting their winning chips. "This was fun," they said, directing staring at the man, "but I'm afraid round two will have to wait for another time. Keep playing, maybe you'll get better." The man was red in the face from the combination of alcohol and embarrassment. They knew that he wouldn't do anything to them. He was too drunk to do anything stupid.

They had already turned away and started to walk to the counter when a voice stopped them in their tracks. "Where do you think you're goin'?" Turning around, Frankie saw the man standing up, looking at them. The smile that he had previously in the game had been wiped off his face. A posse of his friends had started to gather around him. Before Frankie could even say a word, the man had grabbed them by the collar of their sweatshirt and lifted them up high off their feet. They didn't even blink, however, just smiled wider while holding the tray of poker chips.

"Ah, what an unusual twist of events," they said, adjusting their hands to hold the tray. In an instant, they had a switchblade to the man's throat. His eyes widened with fear, and his face grew redder. He stared at the knife for what felt like minutes before finally making eye contact and placing them down. "You really shouldn't go around with a knife in your pocket, especially when you're drunk." They chuckled a bit in the man's face and set the blade in his hands. Looking around, they saw that most people had taken a step back away from the scene. Pity. That meant that they couldn't come back to this fine establishment for a little while.

They exchange their chips for cash, 500 in all. Normally, they would have at least played one more game or told everyone to go back to their hands, but tonight they had no room for formalities. They had a schedule to follow and tasks to do. The first one being to talk to their Ace.

 

[WeaselThor]

Casino city, Bright diamond Hotel
Ace of Diamonds James Stryker

James chuckled a bit at his Kings response. Half the time he wondered if pessina cared more about their stockpile than he himself did. "I haven't been exactly transparent with you, you did what you could. I put you in the position because you were the best for the job, you had the best gear money could buy. If someone got past you, nevermind the cameras and motion sensors, if they got past You then they were gonna get past anyone. I think its time you knew what was really taken from us." he said clamming up and saying no more until after the last tower of gold bricks was loaded into the safe.

Once it was done he gestured to the four workers. A ten, two nines, and an eight. "good job you guys that was pretty quick for such a big order. Each of your pay had been transferred to your accounts. Now leave it open and get outta here. Talk to Russo about your tips." he turned to the 10 who held a suitcase in each hand. However only the left hand suit case was cuffed to his wrist. Letting it dangle he opened the other suitcase revealing four neatly bound stacks of hundred dollar bills each equalling ten thousand dollars. Each worker left out the basement door after recieving their tip and being frisked. Russo then closed the door behind them and put the empty suitcase on the ground beside him.

Meanwhile James decended the stairs and walked into his vault gesturing for Pessina to follow him. "You know one of the things that i've always admired about you Dradecca? You never once in over a century asked me how you became immortal. Most everyone else has, but not you. Jokes on them though, because your the one who is gonna find out."
AliceNWeb
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Casino City Central Hospital
Alice Kelter The Ace of Hearts

Alice beamed a brilliant smile as Amalia stepped in the office. Immediately she rose from her desk and grabbed her handbag. "Im thinking Italian, Etzio's is pretty damned good. Though i am open to suggestions. Either way ill drive." as she walked out the door assuming Amalia would follow she sent the email to her then stuffed her phone in her back pocket. As she left the office one of her assistants started to hand her a patient file but she shooed him off saying "Thomas i am going to eat then i am going home i will be back tomorrow."

As she walked she pointed out, "I think it might be someone like us if you know what i mean." walking up to the skybridge leading to the employee parking garage. In the closest spot to the right of the door was her black tesla sports car. Honestly she was ecstatic when the electric car became a thing no more having to pay for gas, hell she could juice it up herself if need be. "Or maybe some kind of government op. Either way knowing Mitch he is gonna call for a meeting." she climbed into the drivers seat and pressed the buttin for the engine to start pausing so amalia could hop in the passenger seat.
FireMaiden
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Casino city, Reynolds park residential area
Gentry titus & Mitch Wells the Aces of Clubs & Spades

After hearing Mitch speak his concerns Gentry nodded and held up his index finger telling him to wait. He loaded the last of his supplies into the back of his truck before finally speaking up. "If its another immortal then we all need to be on guard, no telling who they are or when they were immortalized. I would keep my key with me if i were you." Gentry said.

Mitch seemed a bit frustrated that was a simple answer even for gentry. "You cant think of anything else to suggest?" Mitch said "Nothing i wish to share with you old friend, you and james were the quickest to point fingers. Those who focus on Blame rather than solutions often have the most to feel guilty for. I am sorry but i no longer have good reason to trust you with my inner thoughts." he seemed pained at having said this but his face brightened up as his niece pulled up and came out speaking to them both.

"Good to see you Nat, however i must be going. Its about time for me to be at the Sacred hills Cemetery." as he said this he leaned in the window of his truck and put the keys in the ignition. Then walked over to his niece to hear Mitch's reason for calling her here. "Nothing fun i assure you my dear." Mitch started, "I need you to find me some information, missing persons reports in the city from the past 200 years. But i want the results you find sent directly to me. Any you find from the Kelter mill should be at the top of the pile." he said hoping she wouldnt protest, sure there were a long list of others he could put on such a meanial task but he wanted to rule out as many errors as possible, and keep it on the down low.
Deathkitten​

 

[Osuka]

0500

Wake up.

The alarm clock that screamed its cacophonous little excuse for a claxon was met with the slap of a hand upon the top of its body, and silenced immediately. Jackson was up the moment the first note had gone off, and was already sliding out of bed. His bedroom was small, to say the absolute least, with just enough room for a bed, a nightstand, and a small dresser. A full-body mirror sat across from him only a few feet away, displaying to him in the darkness of the room his pale and chiseled form, though he didn't take too much note of it. Instead were the scars of his upper arms. bullets, blades, scratches, scrapes, and all sorts of other things that came from battle riddled his upper arms, serving as a reminder of his time. They had faded from their vibrant, sore red to nothing more than a slightly pink hue upon his flesh, and he couldn't help but rub at them.

"Damn windows don't hold out the cold very well," he muttered to himself, feeling the chill of the winter air brush against his bare skin. "I'll have to get something to seal them."

Bare feet tapped quietly against the wood flooring of his small bedroom as he crossed the way to his bathroom after making his bed, which was equally small in proportion. A sink with a small medicine cabinet and mirror held his prescriptions and shaving items, a toilet next to it, and a narrow shower stall all shone with a polished cleanliness as he pulled on a chain that attached to his light fixtures. There wasn't really anything of note to the room: simple porcelain and cheap metal-coated plastic was the decor of the room, with a black floormat in front of the shower stall and a towel hanging just in front of his toilet. He showered first, of course, letting the heat of the cascade of water soak into his very bones as he cleaned himself before proceeding to wrap a towel around him and begin to shave. Each stroke was measured in its movement, ensuring there wasn't a single hair left by the time he was done. Hair was combed neatly, but even with gel, it was sure to have a mind of its own, and he finished with brushing his teeth, then cleaning his bathroom to return it to its pristine condition.

Still, he tried, then went back to his room to dress, throwing on a cleanly pressed blue button-up shirt, black slacks, shined shoes, elbow and knee pads, and his badge identifying him as a Casino City EMT - a paramedic for those who were unlucky enough to have an accident. After having dressed himself, he went for his nightstand. Inside lay a single Glock nine-millimeter handgun, stuffed in a deep concealment pouch with two reloads neatly fitted into pockets, facing downward in their sheathes, which was fitted under his pants after only a moment of fidgeting with it. The pouch was new, having only been bought a couple of days ago, so he was still getting used to the fit. After that, a folding utility knife went into his pocket with a pen light and a few other things he would need for his shift, before snagging his coat and heading out the door.

He'd get food on the way, which was nothing more than an orange juice and a biscuit from a McDonalds before proceeding to the EMT garage. By six o'clock sharp, he was there, clocked in, and simply waiting for a call, reading through an anatomy book and taking notes in an attempt to keep ahead of his class studies. He was studying to be a Trauma surgeon, with the hopes of not having to fight again, but he couldn't really keep such an outlook when his own paranoia had urged him to get a concealed-carry license. Plenty of people had picked on him for his choice of firearm. The .45 could pack a heavier punch, a .38 was smaller and easier to handle if you were a novice or if you needed to place your shot more quickly, and a "real man" didn't ignore the truly awesome power behind a .357, especially now that one could get one that was magazine-fed rather than the typical revolver, but to him, if you knew what you were doing with a gun, you didn't need more than a 9mm. His model was more lightweight, less likely to jam, and Glock even offered to customize it for him to fit his hand more than what any of the other grip-replacements would've done. Even the sights were customized for more precision and easier acquisition, and a rugged hair-trigger replaced the stock.

But why didn't he go with a .45 or a .357, one might ask?

Those were easier to hide, and only an idiot would get something too large for deep-concealment if they were worth their salt.

1500hrs

It was a good thing that the EMT garage had everything the employees needed: Wifi, Kitchen, Gym, Beds, a shower, and so long as they got a nap if they pulled anything more than a double, which he was now, since everything else on his schedule consisted of taking his meds, working out, practicing his hand-to-hand (even if it was on a bag), and more studying. One of their coworkers had gotten whiplash while heading to the Garage and the doctor ordered bedrest. Still, aside from heading out to do an occasional pick-up or suicide alert, things hadn't been very busy today at all. Truth be told, he preferred it, since no one was doing anything stupid and getting seriously injured on accident. Still, around this time was usually the quiet shift, which let him carry on with his schedule while keeping an ear open for any emergency calls.

2100hrs

"Hey Miles!"

The voice was none other than the head EMT, Marisha Kendricks. She was short, being five-nothing and weighing no more than a hundred pounds soaking wet in a snowsuit, with blonde locks styled in a short pixie cut, and about the cutest button of a nose and baby-blue eyes, but she had his respect. Well-disciplined, on time, organized, had a martial arts background, and though she couldn't get in the military, she did serve some time as a police officer before changing careers and becoming head of the EMT station here in short-order. At the moment, Jackson himself had a book covering his face, taking a nap after he was asked to, just in case someone called off. He didn't wake with a start, but was sitting up in one of the beds and clambering out before his superior had reached him.

"Jenkins called off." She stated with a bit of a smile. "You good for another shift? I know how much you like to keep busy."

Jackson nodded. "I'm guessing his wife's gone into labor?" he asked, his voice coming forth in a deep, gravelly tone after his nap.

"Sure is," she replied, failing miserably at hiding her glee. "They got to the hospital about an hour ago and we just got confirmation she's about to give birth, but they're doing a C-Section."

"Good for them, since last we heard she was at-risk. I'll take the shift, then. Give them my best if you get another call."

That alone was enough to have her heading off back to her office. Being a male, he couldn't help but watch as she went. She was definitely his type: Strong in the right places, and curvy all the same. Her uniform did nothing to hide it. She had a type of natural confidence to her stride, and he had to admit to himself that it was a rare sight in his experience from when he hit puberty to the first time he met her. Marisha was the kind of person to hang with the guys when off of her shift or during days off, and it was thanks to her, mostly, that the group acted more like a family than just coworkers.

Of course, he was too late to notice that she had caught him staring with his head cocked ever so slightly, and when she winked, it only served to make his face feel warm. Caught red handed, and cheeked, she didn't do much more than stick her tongue out at him before disappearing into her office and leave him standing still like an idiot.

Things, oddly, were quiet by midnight. It hadn't been before, but he'd only been working here for two weeks at most. New or not, it didn't stop him from being unsettled. The radio for their station was blaringly quiet, and left him and a skeleton-crew of a shift to sit in awkward silence. It didn't do very much to put him at ease, and he found himself thinking back to the time he served as a medic. They were hard memories to ignore, regardless of what kind of person you were.

Tonight was no exception.

 

[myst.erion]

The Jack of Clubs
"Ezra "Z" Jasper"
Casino City Cemetary
December 15th 2027
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8:00am - Home
It's mornings like this one that Ezra has always dreaded the most. By the time she wakes up, her bodily functions have pretty much slowed to a crawl, and lord above does her readiness to lose life grow. Her body doesn't make any physical changes, not yet, but it sure does feel like it has. With a groan, Ezra pulled herself out of bed to prepare for her day. Typically, the 15th was saved for rest and "recovery" but she'd made plans for herself this time 'round, and intended on completing them. After a big breakfast, and an hour of straight exercise, Ezra got herself in the shower. She sang. Very loud. Too loud....and when that was all over a pair of steel capped boots, a jumpsuit, white tee and satisfactory hair sufficed for her outfit. Not uncomfortable, but not a fashion no either. She couldn't help it. Her pride was an easy vice of her's. That being said, she planned on getting her hands plenty dirty today. There were a couple of properties and apartments she needed to visit within her sector, and plans that needed to be drawn up with some on-site check up's. Nothing special. If she had the time, she would blow out a candle before her van arrived.

day - Out
Ezra's day turned out pretty much exactly the way she hoped. She put the pain in the back of her mind and focused on every one of her tasks with what diligence was due. Every site she travelled to felt different from the next, as they do, but her work ethic stayed the same. Her first drop-off was at a job Gentry was working on. He would be arriving on site at any minute, so all she needed to do was drop off her rendered designs, and he would do what he liked. It was very often, no matter who was completing a job, that the final product strayed from the original design; but that was the beauty of it all. Ezra listened and learned and drew and when others saw what she realised, then they understood what they really wanted for their clients.
The next job was a little more tasking. When the on-site workers [those who laid the foundations like herself] saw her condition, however, they insisted she not do any heavy lifting. She made the excuse of being sick, again. Low and behold, the woman who usually drives her to and from the cemetery was present. So, of course, she attested to that and the group got on with their jobs. Ezra stuck to drawing plans, taking measurements, notes, considerations, and keeping the flow of work even. She was there the majority of the day, 11 or 12 full hours, before she made her leave.
One smaller drop off came after. More plans, more rendered designs. The very last held her up about an hour. For a very successful team, the builders were only human [majority of them in Casino City were anyways] and made mistakes. Gladly she stayed to aid in the fix before once again, she was off. By the end of the day, she was confident her fellow Clubs would be happy with the preparation she'd extended for them all. More than. For almost being a corpse again, she did pretty well this time around. For all she knew, next month she'd be bedridden. Ezra was glad she'd taken advantage of it.

9:30 - Home
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Claire~ happy birthday to you." The brownie in Ezra's hands trembled for a moment before her cool breath blew out the candle atop it. She wasn't one for singing. But she wasn't terrible. 'Happy Birthday" was her best song. By far. She softly made a wish for the woman who had so kindly given her body to her for the last month. "Thank you Claire~ I hope you're at peace." Claire Karster was the elderly woman who's body Ezra had been borrowing for the past month. According to her obituaries, she was a kind and gentle woman. She'd never done a bad thing in her life.
Ezra liked to know who she was bringing back. In a way. It made her feel a little peace. Especially when she had to give them up again. She remembered every one of them. It was easy to when you were blessed [or cursed] with an unmatched memory [matched only of course to her other Clubs].
As she bit into her chocolate treat, a sudden pain wracked Ezra's chest. "Shite!" She stepped back in shock, and consequently, dropped her half-eaten brownie. "Oh. Oh okay," she huffed. It had come from her heart, obviously. It was failing. Fast.
With a shake of her head, she rubbed her chest with one hand and bent to pick up the spoiled food with the other. In the process of standing again, her eyes scanned the clock on her kitchen counter. It was nearing 10:00, which was when "her team" would arrive.
With a nod of her head, Ezra left everything to shower quickly. She couldn't possibly return Claire as a sweaty mess. Following that she had a duty to put on corpse ready clothing. There was nothing to it. Just a simple pair of grey trackpants, a singlet and a pair of thongs [or flippity flops of you like~]. By the time she was done, she heard her doorbell ring.

11:57 - Sacred Hill
By this time it had been close to 2 hours since they arrived at the cemetery, and Ezra still has not passed on. These operations don't usually take so long, but this one, in particular, seems to want to be difficult. She was sprawled out in the back of one of the van's, talking quietly with the female driver she'd been working with all day. About anything and everything. ezra was in the middle of her sentence when the real pain hit. "But that then begs the question. How would inertia affect- Woah!" The driver brought a walkie to her lips and spoke quickly when she saw the look on Ezra's face. It said. "See you soon."
The heaviness in her head grew, and any extra weight her body used to have, made its vengeful return. Ezra could feel her face changing without her consent. Bit by bit. Just minutes later, her heart followed too. Then, like wildfire, Ezra's organs shut down, till her brain realised it should follow suit. All the while, she writhed pain.

12:00 - Sacred Hill
Ezra blinked, suddenly unable to see or hear a thing. A faint stench met her nose as she took a deep breath in. She was quick to realise she didn't need to do that, however, and closed her mouth. But again, she felt the need to breathe. "No, no, no thank you." She just hoped it would go away soon. She'd just need to distract herself. Inspect her body as much as she could manage. Begin morphing.
Overall, she felt lively. Sprite even. This body was young. A young female's body. That worried her, but it would be good in the long run. Besides, she would investigate later. She felt tall, but she couldn't tell, and she was almost certain there was a very nice head of hair on her head. She brought her hands to her body from her sides, slowly, careful to not move faster than she should. They came to her face and gently felt around so she could begin doing what felt right. Her face morphed into the one she knew, and even her body changed off of muscle memory. She kept the height, certain it was at least an inch taller than original Ezra and lost quite a bit of hair to regain her edgy cut. Everything started to feel right again. But she quickly met her threshold, 12 or 13 minutes later when she realised she should be making noise. "Oh. Right. Here's goes nothing." The devices her fossor's used would be able to detect which plot she was in. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH HEY HELLO, IM IN HERE. THIS ONE." She smacked her fists against the wood and silk above her to cause tremors in the dirt surrounding her device of torture. "OOOO BABY DO YOU KNOW THAT'S WHAT. OOO HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH." She'd been listening to it in the shower. "THEY SAY IN HEAVEN, LOVE COMES FIRST." She really loved her coping mechanism. It helped with the claustrophobia. "OHH HEAVEN IS A PLACE AND A HEARRRTH" But it had to stop at some point. So she stopped 2 minutes into the song..... Now all that was left to do was wait. "oh my God. you forgot. you arse~"

 

[FireMaiden]

Queen Of Hearts
Amalia Greenfield
Casino City Central Hospital
Interaction: Alice WeaselThor ​

"Ooo, I love Etzio's! Some of the best free bread in the entire city, hands down," She chuckled, waiting a moment for Alice to pass her, before falling in line, at firdt behind her, then bedside her long time friend once they left her office. She smiled at Thomas as they passed him, giving him a friendly little hi, before turning her attention fully back on Alice. Amalia's interest peaked when she mentioned it may be someone like them. Slowly, she nodded, her brows furrowing slightly. There were only, what, two other immortals? Well, supposedly. Both part of the original six who found it, or something like that, Alice didn't really go into much detail, and neither did anyone else. She was, well, Amalia was the youngest out of everyone. Anyway, if there was another immortal running around, that meant trouble. She pondered on this as they walked to Alice's car, she quickly got into the passenger seat. "What an interesting mystery, don't you agree?" Amalia chuckled, setting her own bag down at her feet, before buckling up. She may be impervious to pretty much all injury, but she was one of the faces of Health and Safety in Casino City. If she wasn't buckled up, it would just be setting a bad example. "I wouldn't blame him honestly, reguardless of who it may be, it's dangerous to have someone with those kinda of resources running around and causing trouble. However, it could possible put a damper on all the tension. You said it may be someone like us, but all of us have pretty flashy powers. If he was combing over that tape again, and sent and email about it, shouldn't it mean it's nobody running one of the Suits?"

To be honest, Amalia hasn't meant to say most of that out loud, but she knew she could trust Alice. And she also knew in her gut that it couldn't be anyone she was friends with. Not Alice, or Gentry, or Mitch...and hell, James wouldn't go blowing up banks like that. Too much money in danger. Amalia sighed softly, finally pulling our her phone to take a look at the forwarded email from Mitch; though she also noticed she has the original and just hadn't looked at it yet. Once again, her brows furrowed, and she actually began to tug a bit at her bottom lip as she examined what he had sent. After a few moments, she finally spoke again. "I think...I think he's right, that's not solid. The shadow is all wrong, it's not as dark as it should be, and something's wrong with the light around it. It also really doesn't have the build for any of us. Mitch and James are similar, and only slightly, but it's not them." She actually said this out loud as she typed in her response for Mitch, sending it to him moments after. She put her phone down, relaxing her brows slightly, before smiling at Alice. "You know what, I'm starving. I'm looking forward to lunch."