RubyRose
Ace Character - Final 4
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Interacting: Mikey, Emma
Lyra had never seen a wolf in real life, and she also hadn’t been the type to think of them as particularly cruel animals… but for some reason she couldn’t help but see Mikey as a wolf. And despite her own strength, she just couldn’t see herself defeating him. If it were a true physical battle where she had places to climb and take aim at him from a distance, she felt she could win… but she wondered if, given the chance, she wouldn’t just lie down and take the hits he would have dished out. There was just a commanding presence there. Something that made her want to tuck tail and bow down. And she didn’t understand why because she’d never been the type to give in to anyone before.
The touch to her chin, despite being gentle and almost lover tender, felt more like jaws at her throat and she couldn’t help staring up at him, transfixed by his gaze and frozen by her own fear. Even when he had released her chin, that fear was still rolling through her, making her feel cold. She didn’t doubt that threat in the slightest. She was trying to remember what breathing was like when Garo’s voice entered the conversation and Lyra’s heart skipped a beat once more. This was certainly not the time for Garo to be interjecting; yet Lyra couldn’t help but feel grateful that he had.
Her emerald gaze flickered between Garo and Mikey, feeling sweat begin to slide down her back as concern over Garo’s safety became more and more the thing at the forefront of her mind. She stayed quiet as Garo spoke though she kept praying he would have the mind to be a little more respectful in his words. That he wasn’t respectful wasn’t a surprise, though. And Mikey’s response wasn’t, either, though he still spoke so casually. Lyra bit down harshly on her tongue as she watched ‘Tim’s’ gun collide with Garo’s gut, thankful it wasn’t anything more than that and yet guilty that Garo was being attacked at all.
Garo was tough, Lyra knew that. So she didn’t turn around to coddle him or in any way make it seem like she didn’t think he could take a hit and be able to keep standing. She felt a pulse of anger, though, that Mikey felt so in power over them that he could give the order to harm them without any repercussion. There had been gangs that had believed that controlling the city with fear was the way to go, but those gangs always lost to the one she had been in. Of course they still used fear. Especially against their enemies. But with their allies? There was a kind of respect there. A respect that was lacking in the way Mikey treated and spoke to them. Now that Lyra saw him for all he was, she was beginning to see that there would be no truce with them. They might pretend for now but as soon as they had the chance, Lyra was going to break them free from Mikey’s hold. Even if it meant leaving Nimbasa all together.
When Mikey turned his back on herself and her team, Lyra fought not to show the offense she was feeling. He apparently had the information that he needed, and now they were no longer of use. This was definitely not a relationship Lyra was going to allow to build. This was the time for Lyra to become a true leader.
Lyra waited patiently for Mikey’s question to be asked and answered before speaking. “If there isn’t more my humble team and I can do for you at the moment, Mikey, we really need to get back and also prepare our own defenses.” Lyra said as respectfully as she could. Despite her decision that they would be escaping Mikey, she was smart enough not to behave in any manner other than the one she felt Mikey was looking for.
/monthly_2016_06/Salamence.png.3bd6678c865af6e7ccfebaad3addd3af.png/monthly_2016_06/c332f081bf5fb54148fcfecd51532942.jpg.503728247a1f310244c0f23cc478f619.jpgCadence & Brother Elliot
Interacting: Chewie, Lilly, Sam, Gabe, Vanessa & Daniel, Stanislav
Cadence was amused by Daniel’s agreement and even his taunting, especially since it was making Elliot’s face turn a dark shade of red. And the look on his face was absolutely priceless. It took a lot to get under Elliot’s skin usually… at least for anyone to see him angry. And if Cadence were honest she really loved pushing his buttons. Seeing all that she often had to do for him she thought it was only fair that she get to pick on him every now and then.
“Don’t be sorry, Daniel. I completely agree.” Cadence replied, mistakenly believing Daniel’s sorry to be from Elliot’s glare and not from an elbowing from his sister.
“You’re a bad influence on children.” Elliot said, brows furrowed and arms crossing over his chest as he had a serious diva moment. He quickly released the anger from his expression when the doors opened, though, and a real smile lit his face. As if he hadn’t been the slightest bit angry for the past decade. Holding his hands up, palms facing the woman leaving the theater he gave her as friendly a smile as he could.
“Hi.” He greeted back, throwing in a little wave. “Oh that’s absolutely fine.” He responded to her question, in time to get a glare from Cadence.
“You may have a death wish, but I certainly don’t.” She said. It hadn’t completely left her mind that this group could be a violent gang. Though the girl in pink made that a little questionable since she didn’t look like she could hurt a fly. Cadence took a deep breath and released it slowly, trying to ease her temper. “Look, we’re giving you stuff and we’ve already set our weapons down to show we’re not going to attack. Do you really have to take them too?” Cadence was never far from her axe. It had been the sole thing keeping her alive and without it she felt like a lamp surrounded by a pack of wolves.
“Calm, Cadence. These good people say they’ll give the weapons back later.” Elliot said in what he assumed was a soothing voice but it only served to grate on Cadence’s nerves.
“This is all your fault, Elliot. We don’t even need to be here but you just had to set your heart on the theater. If we die I am going to kick your as-” Elliot was a little slow in covering Cadence’s mouth so the word was pretty much already said by the time he hushed her.
“Language. Remember we have children in our presence.” Elliot said jovially, as if they weren’t being held at gun point. “Ouch.” He ended up hissing. “To think the hero would have to shed blood just to keep the ears of the innocent, innocent for a little while longer.” He sighed, pulling his hand away and inspecting the red tooth marks that really weren’t shedding blood.
“Next time you cover my mouth with your hand your losing a finger you stupid pixie.” Cadence growled, wiping her mouth. She then moved to stand on the other side of Stani, hoping the hulk of a man would deter Elliot from doing anything else to hinder her speech. “Look, we really couldn’t care less about anything else you guys want but I really need to keep my axe with me. If we’re attacked I would rather be armed. I won’t be any good to you without a weapon.”
“The tiny ninja, though skilled, is not so much of a ninja warrior without the use of her axe.” Elliot added helpfully, earning a glare from Cadence. The short woman crossed her arms over her chest, face red with anger.
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Lanna & Chester
Interacting: Talon, Robin, Oran, Aurella, Randi
The pout was immediate when Oran didn’t confirm that Talon would be coming with him. His noncommittal ‘not my call’ sent disappointment spiraling through Chester and he slouched a bit when he took a seat. At least Talon had gotten into the vehicle too, so there was some promise with that. Chester was mildly amused that Oran was determined to bring a cow home, and wondered if the man knew anything about butchering them. Chester could honestly say he didn’t have a clue…
With Johanna started and on her way out, that relief that came from escaping death once again washed over Chester. Though the escape was a little bumpy with all the zombies trying to get inside, it was manageable. Especially when one bump sent him into Talon’s side. His very muscular and well-built side. He flushed a dark red and sat up straight once more, only becoming aware of anyone else in the vehicle when Lanna burst into tears.
Is it going to always be like this from now on? He wondered to himself. Not having a close relationship with his own family Chester couldn’t really relate to what she was going through. The shock of Latone’s death still rested at the back of his mind, of course, but this was the end of the world. People died. You had to move on or you’d die as well.
“So… do you come here often?” Chester offered Talon as Oran sped them back to their base. “And what were you doing with all those cows, anyway?” He added after a moment, thinking that the cows and Talon being in the same place was a little too much of a coincidence.
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The ‘you’ve got a long way to go’ definitely did not brighten Lanna’s spirits. Then again she supposed she hadn’t been expecting high praise from Oran anyways. He wasn’t really the type to pat people on the heads and say ‘ya dun good.’ He was more the type to say ‘you could do better.’ Still, it added to the weight of Lanna’s despair. Even Oran’s attempt to soften his words with faith that she’d get there, only pulled a weak smile for a moment before her expression became that of one in the dredges of sorrow. Other conversations became kind of distant to Lanna and she closed in on herself, not even looking up when Robin spoke to her. How does it look? Lanna thought bitterly before tears began to well in her eyes and she buried her face into her arms and began to bawl. She was not holding up very well at all.
See, there was this hole in her chest. And sometimes it just opened up and consumed her. Pulled her into the ocean of misery and attempted to drag her down… and Lanna was drowning. What’s the point of living without him? If I die, wouldn’t I get to see him again? She thought as she sobbed into her arms, the sword still clamped in her grip. No, she was not okay. She wasn’t holding up at all. She was falling down and her brother wasn’t there to catch her.
/monthly_2016_04/05Victor.png.35c0b400ac155f4d8bb0b9dcafd8aa7c.pngVictor
Interacting: Delilah & Eddy
Victor was still feeling pretty lousy. Whatever the doctor had done to him was leaving him feeling more worn down and exhausted then usual and he couldn’t figure out why that was. He had at least attempted to get some rest so that he could be of use to Delilah once again, but he knew he wasn’t even close to his full strength. And they had a siege to plan and follow through with still. He was going to have to pull himself together.
As he was want to do when he had nothing better to do and lacked the energy to train, Victor did yoga. It may have sounded weird or weak to some but it helped him keep his center. He had been working on the ‘tree’ pose where you balanced on one leg while your lifted and lowered your arms when the voices of his rival and his precious obsession entered his circle of awareness. He pretended to continue to focus on what he was doing, but he also listened to what they both had to say.
What’s the matter, Eddy? Think I need a gun to defeat you? Victor thought to himself, fighting the smirk that wanted to spread across his face. Still, he kept his face perfectly composed and didn’t respond until Delilah was asking him a direct question. “I’m a ruthless killing machine, not a babysitter.” Victor said dryly, slowly coming out of his stance and facing Delilah. “But if you wish to speak to them, of course I’ll find them for you. That is, if you’ll do something for me in return. Nothing terribly troublesome… I would just like to speak to you without your counterpart around.” Victor said, shooting a glance at Eddy to get across that he just wanted to speak to Delilah alone. He was fairly certain he knew where Galvin and Stiles were located but that didn’t mean he was going to go fetch them for free. Zai had put some dangerous hopes into his mind and he wanted to see if there was anyway for him to actually successfully gain Delilah’s favor. It was obvious being her loyal dog was only getting him so far. And since she had sent him on what was easily considered a deadly mission, Victor was beginning to feel concerned about where he stood with Delilah.
((-Waiting For Sam Before I Post Gabe!! Just so that Sam can relay the message!!- Devyn is off playing somewhere, Gar is working up the courage to talk to Zai, Xera is at the base resting, Charles is at the BSG/Theater meeting, Steve is off doing his Special Mission!!)))
@SpookySableye @Maki @theglassangel @SirBlazeALot @Corgi @Danoram @Lotusy
Interacting: Mikey, Emma
Lyra had never seen a wolf in real life, and she also hadn’t been the type to think of them as particularly cruel animals… but for some reason she couldn’t help but see Mikey as a wolf. And despite her own strength, she just couldn’t see herself defeating him. If it were a true physical battle where she had places to climb and take aim at him from a distance, she felt she could win… but she wondered if, given the chance, she wouldn’t just lie down and take the hits he would have dished out. There was just a commanding presence there. Something that made her want to tuck tail and bow down. And she didn’t understand why because she’d never been the type to give in to anyone before.
The touch to her chin, despite being gentle and almost lover tender, felt more like jaws at her throat and she couldn’t help staring up at him, transfixed by his gaze and frozen by her own fear. Even when he had released her chin, that fear was still rolling through her, making her feel cold. She didn’t doubt that threat in the slightest. She was trying to remember what breathing was like when Garo’s voice entered the conversation and Lyra’s heart skipped a beat once more. This was certainly not the time for Garo to be interjecting; yet Lyra couldn’t help but feel grateful that he had.
Her emerald gaze flickered between Garo and Mikey, feeling sweat begin to slide down her back as concern over Garo’s safety became more and more the thing at the forefront of her mind. She stayed quiet as Garo spoke though she kept praying he would have the mind to be a little more respectful in his words. That he wasn’t respectful wasn’t a surprise, though. And Mikey’s response wasn’t, either, though he still spoke so casually. Lyra bit down harshly on her tongue as she watched ‘Tim’s’ gun collide with Garo’s gut, thankful it wasn’t anything more than that and yet guilty that Garo was being attacked at all.
Garo was tough, Lyra knew that. So she didn’t turn around to coddle him or in any way make it seem like she didn’t think he could take a hit and be able to keep standing. She felt a pulse of anger, though, that Mikey felt so in power over them that he could give the order to harm them without any repercussion. There had been gangs that had believed that controlling the city with fear was the way to go, but those gangs always lost to the one she had been in. Of course they still used fear. Especially against their enemies. But with their allies? There was a kind of respect there. A respect that was lacking in the way Mikey treated and spoke to them. Now that Lyra saw him for all he was, she was beginning to see that there would be no truce with them. They might pretend for now but as soon as they had the chance, Lyra was going to break them free from Mikey’s hold. Even if it meant leaving Nimbasa all together.
When Mikey turned his back on herself and her team, Lyra fought not to show the offense she was feeling. He apparently had the information that he needed, and now they were no longer of use. This was definitely not a relationship Lyra was going to allow to build. This was the time for Lyra to become a true leader.
Lyra waited patiently for Mikey’s question to be asked and answered before speaking. “If there isn’t more my humble team and I can do for you at the moment, Mikey, we really need to get back and also prepare our own defenses.” Lyra said as respectfully as she could. Despite her decision that they would be escaping Mikey, she was smart enough not to behave in any manner other than the one she felt Mikey was looking for.
/monthly_2016_06/Salamence.png.3bd6678c865af6e7ccfebaad3addd3af.png/monthly_2016_06/c332f081bf5fb54148fcfecd51532942.jpg.503728247a1f310244c0f23cc478f619.jpgCadence & Brother Elliot
Interacting: Chewie, Lilly, Sam, Gabe, Vanessa & Daniel, Stanislav
Cadence was amused by Daniel’s agreement and even his taunting, especially since it was making Elliot’s face turn a dark shade of red. And the look on his face was absolutely priceless. It took a lot to get under Elliot’s skin usually… at least for anyone to see him angry. And if Cadence were honest she really loved pushing his buttons. Seeing all that she often had to do for him she thought it was only fair that she get to pick on him every now and then.
“Don’t be sorry, Daniel. I completely agree.” Cadence replied, mistakenly believing Daniel’s sorry to be from Elliot’s glare and not from an elbowing from his sister.
“You’re a bad influence on children.” Elliot said, brows furrowed and arms crossing over his chest as he had a serious diva moment. He quickly released the anger from his expression when the doors opened, though, and a real smile lit his face. As if he hadn’t been the slightest bit angry for the past decade. Holding his hands up, palms facing the woman leaving the theater he gave her as friendly a smile as he could.
“Hi.” He greeted back, throwing in a little wave. “Oh that’s absolutely fine.” He responded to her question, in time to get a glare from Cadence.
“You may have a death wish, but I certainly don’t.” She said. It hadn’t completely left her mind that this group could be a violent gang. Though the girl in pink made that a little questionable since she didn’t look like she could hurt a fly. Cadence took a deep breath and released it slowly, trying to ease her temper. “Look, we’re giving you stuff and we’ve already set our weapons down to show we’re not going to attack. Do you really have to take them too?” Cadence was never far from her axe. It had been the sole thing keeping her alive and without it she felt like a lamp surrounded by a pack of wolves.
“Calm, Cadence. These good people say they’ll give the weapons back later.” Elliot said in what he assumed was a soothing voice but it only served to grate on Cadence’s nerves.
“This is all your fault, Elliot. We don’t even need to be here but you just had to set your heart on the theater. If we die I am going to kick your as-” Elliot was a little slow in covering Cadence’s mouth so the word was pretty much already said by the time he hushed her.
“Language. Remember we have children in our presence.” Elliot said jovially, as if they weren’t being held at gun point. “Ouch.” He ended up hissing. “To think the hero would have to shed blood just to keep the ears of the innocent, innocent for a little while longer.” He sighed, pulling his hand away and inspecting the red tooth marks that really weren’t shedding blood.
“Next time you cover my mouth with your hand your losing a finger you stupid pixie.” Cadence growled, wiping her mouth. She then moved to stand on the other side of Stani, hoping the hulk of a man would deter Elliot from doing anything else to hinder her speech. “Look, we really couldn’t care less about anything else you guys want but I really need to keep my axe with me. If we’re attacked I would rather be armed. I won’t be any good to you without a weapon.”
“The tiny ninja, though skilled, is not so much of a ninja warrior without the use of her axe.” Elliot added helpfully, earning a glare from Cadence. The short woman crossed her arms over her chest, face red with anger.
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Lanna & Chester
Interacting: Talon, Robin, Oran, Aurella, Randi
The pout was immediate when Oran didn’t confirm that Talon would be coming with him. His noncommittal ‘not my call’ sent disappointment spiraling through Chester and he slouched a bit when he took a seat. At least Talon had gotten into the vehicle too, so there was some promise with that. Chester was mildly amused that Oran was determined to bring a cow home, and wondered if the man knew anything about butchering them. Chester could honestly say he didn’t have a clue…
With Johanna started and on her way out, that relief that came from escaping death once again washed over Chester. Though the escape was a little bumpy with all the zombies trying to get inside, it was manageable. Especially when one bump sent him into Talon’s side. His very muscular and well-built side. He flushed a dark red and sat up straight once more, only becoming aware of anyone else in the vehicle when Lanna burst into tears.
Is it going to always be like this from now on? He wondered to himself. Not having a close relationship with his own family Chester couldn’t really relate to what she was going through. The shock of Latone’s death still rested at the back of his mind, of course, but this was the end of the world. People died. You had to move on or you’d die as well.
“So… do you come here often?” Chester offered Talon as Oran sped them back to their base. “And what were you doing with all those cows, anyway?” He added after a moment, thinking that the cows and Talon being in the same place was a little too much of a coincidence.
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The ‘you’ve got a long way to go’ definitely did not brighten Lanna’s spirits. Then again she supposed she hadn’t been expecting high praise from Oran anyways. He wasn’t really the type to pat people on the heads and say ‘ya dun good.’ He was more the type to say ‘you could do better.’ Still, it added to the weight of Lanna’s despair. Even Oran’s attempt to soften his words with faith that she’d get there, only pulled a weak smile for a moment before her expression became that of one in the dredges of sorrow. Other conversations became kind of distant to Lanna and she closed in on herself, not even looking up when Robin spoke to her. How does it look? Lanna thought bitterly before tears began to well in her eyes and she buried her face into her arms and began to bawl. She was not holding up very well at all.
See, there was this hole in her chest. And sometimes it just opened up and consumed her. Pulled her into the ocean of misery and attempted to drag her down… and Lanna was drowning. What’s the point of living without him? If I die, wouldn’t I get to see him again? She thought as she sobbed into her arms, the sword still clamped in her grip. No, she was not okay. She wasn’t holding up at all. She was falling down and her brother wasn’t there to catch her.
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Interacting: Delilah & Eddy
Victor was still feeling pretty lousy. Whatever the doctor had done to him was leaving him feeling more worn down and exhausted then usual and he couldn’t figure out why that was. He had at least attempted to get some rest so that he could be of use to Delilah once again, but he knew he wasn’t even close to his full strength. And they had a siege to plan and follow through with still. He was going to have to pull himself together.
As he was want to do when he had nothing better to do and lacked the energy to train, Victor did yoga. It may have sounded weird or weak to some but it helped him keep his center. He had been working on the ‘tree’ pose where you balanced on one leg while your lifted and lowered your arms when the voices of his rival and his precious obsession entered his circle of awareness. He pretended to continue to focus on what he was doing, but he also listened to what they both had to say.
What’s the matter, Eddy? Think I need a gun to defeat you? Victor thought to himself, fighting the smirk that wanted to spread across his face. Still, he kept his face perfectly composed and didn’t respond until Delilah was asking him a direct question. “I’m a ruthless killing machine, not a babysitter.” Victor said dryly, slowly coming out of his stance and facing Delilah. “But if you wish to speak to them, of course I’ll find them for you. That is, if you’ll do something for me in return. Nothing terribly troublesome… I would just like to speak to you without your counterpart around.” Victor said, shooting a glance at Eddy to get across that he just wanted to speak to Delilah alone. He was fairly certain he knew where Galvin and Stiles were located but that didn’t mean he was going to go fetch them for free. Zai had put some dangerous hopes into his mind and he wanted to see if there was anyway for him to actually successfully gain Delilah’s favor. It was obvious being her loyal dog was only getting him so far. And since she had sent him on what was easily considered a deadly mission, Victor was beginning to feel concerned about where he stood with Delilah.
((-Waiting For Sam Before I Post Gabe!! Just so that Sam can relay the message!!- Devyn is off playing somewhere, Gar is working up the courage to talk to Zai, Xera is at the base resting, Charles is at the BSG/Theater meeting, Steve is off doing his Special Mission!!)))
@SpookySableye @Maki @theglassangel @SirBlazeALot @Corgi @Danoram @Lotusy
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