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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2017 5:52:33 GMT -5
The enhanced hearing was a blessing and a curse together - it helped keep the group safe, but it also meant Proctor rarely got a proper rest. Like now. This morning she'd been woken by someone closing the fridge and biting into something crunchy - probably an apple. There was no way it would've woken anyone else up from the second floor, due to the concrete and steel holding the level up, but all of a sudden, there she was, awake and grumpy.
Although there was definitely something wolfish about Proctor, she had a cat's attitude when it came to sleeping, or namely, when it came to being disturbed. She dressed slowly, feeling the life come back into her fingers and feet, and washed her face in the sink down the hall. It was so far down. Everything was awful. A scary downside of using her abilities all the time was that, for periods that stretched from seconds to at least half an hour, large parts of Proctor's body went completely numb, especially in the morning. She tried not to talk about it around the others.
One of her favourite things about her sense however was eavesdropping. Sure, it had it's practical uses and kept them safe, but it was also fun to always be in on gossip, even if no one had told her, directly, anything. For instance, right now she could hear Marco talking about his clothes, and was able to jump straight into the conversation from her descent of the stairs, "Don't even think about it Blythe." The tall woman warned, crossing the room in a few strides, "You're one of us now, and that means you have to play by our rules."
Cooked food in the morning made her nauseous, so right now she settled herself down with a huge bowl of some bland brown cereal. It was disgusting, but she barely tasted it, parts of her still numb. "And número uno is; don't do anything that draws attention to yourself, especially criminal activity." She dragged this one out, making eyecontact the whole time, not shifting her glare for a second, "That's how we get found. It's dangerous." She wanted to go into more detail, but that could come later, Bisera was sitting at the table right now, and Proctor wasn't fooled by her faux lack of interest, "Second rule ties into the first one; no using your powers outdoors unless absolutely necessary. The whole third floor here is empty, that's where we practise, or just go to let off steam. If I see you conjure up so much as a snowflake when you're out of this building, I'll hang you by your feet in the sea water until you grow gills."
"Third rule; we stick together. I get that you've been on your own for a while, but that's changed now. We're all we have, and we need to be there for eachother. That doesn't just mean getting along with people. It means stopping them from doing something stupid, or stepping down from a fight even when you're itching for a scrap. You don't have to be best friends with everyone here Marco, but I expect you to act like an adult." She pulled the milk over and poured some into her cereal, though there wasn't room for much given the amount of bran flakes she'd scooped in, "And that's it. For now. You can go into town and buy some clothes if you so wish, this isn't a prison. But you're not going alone, you're still under supervision for now." She gestured to Everett with her spoon, before giving her breakfast her undivided attention. Her movements were stiff and jerky as blood and feeling slowly returned to her joints.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2017 8:28:08 GMT -5
should the agents have something they can use against our other characters? Like some kind of weapon that can match their abilities?)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 16, 2017 4:14:36 GMT -5
{Ahhhh, sorry for not replying again!!!!! I need to sleep, as I have a job interview tomorrow.}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2017 9:16:02 GMT -5
good luck!!!!! slay it :00 )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 17, 2017 0:22:03 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "I despise rules, but if you insist..." "Fine, whatever you say, mom." Marco emphasized the word mom, crossing his arms and leaning back as Proctor told him he had to oblige to their rules now. The boy made a disgusted face, as he hated rules. Sure it kept things nice and organized, but at the same time it just made things worse in a way. After all, some people would argue that rules were meant to be broken.
"Tch, it's not like I can help it. Even if I don't drag attention to myself, people are gonna recognize me." He could understand why Proctor dragged that first rule out, as he was always one to fight rather than run, even if would cause him trouble. And this time, he was only stating the facts. Marco had made a name for himself around the city, so he had to try his best to lay low, or he would be breaking rule one, which seemed to be the most important. The boy could feel her staring him dead in the face, and he stiffened slightly. But it wasn't just her, it seemed as if all eyes were on him. He guessed he had no choice but to live and breathe these rules.
When he was instructed to only use his powers outdoors unless it was absolutely necessary, he shrugged. "That's asking a lot from me...but I guess I can do that." Marco shrugged, rolling his eyes like a child as she made it clear that she didn't even wanna see so much as a snowflake. He had always acted childish, despite being the legal age-twenty one. After all, it wasn't like he had parents to lecture or guide him through his life. That explained why he was stubborn, sarcastic, and stupid most of the time. But the boy only huffed, not pushing it any further as he would rather not take an unwilling dip in the sea.
"Yeah, yeah. We're family." The ice bender recited that last part as if he hadn't heard it a million times, showing he understood. Even if he said and acted otherwise, it did get through his thick skull. He knew better than to break these rules. He had broken countless laws before, but this was something completely different. This was far worse than breaking laws, this would mean a certain death if Proctor caught him disrespecting the rules. Butttttt if he did manage to slip up, it wasn't like she had to know. He had thought he was off the hook, no longer needing an escort.
The boy clicked his tongue as she motioned to Everett, who was to come along with him. He didn't dislike the guy, but why did he have to go clothes shopping with him?
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A while later, Marco found himself walking around outside, Everett accompanying him. Marco was wearing the jacket that he was offered, though it was a bit too small for his liking. He had some money, which was practically almost foreign to him at this point, but he went with it.
The criminal was heading towards a few stores he had seen downtown, planning to buy the first thing he saw, not really planning to linger and actually stay and shop. That stuff was rather boring to him, so he didn't bother.
Walking into a clothing store, he found himself in the men's section, starting at a bunch of t-shirts with a bunch of logos and pictures plastered on them. He was itching to just grab whatever and run, it was way more efficient than paying. But he didn't, sighing in defeat. Marco grabbed the first thing that caught his eye, a t-shirt with a band logo. The band was the Gorillaz, and he turned to show Everett, as if asking for his approval.
{Yeah! Maybe they saw the two go in the shop, and are waiting outside or something.}
{Also I love the idea of having a weapon to counter them, it spices things up. >;3}
{Lastly thanks! I would hope that I slayed my audition haha.}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2017 9:48:35 GMT -5
◈ ---- It was bloody cold without his coat, and he could feel people around him in the street feeling proud of themselves for going out well dressed in comparison to the lithe, shivering wreck that was once Everett. He didn't say anything about it, didn't want to seem whiny, so instead he just did his best to keep up, hands stuffed in his pockets. The ground was still kind of icy, and every now again he'd stumble, so in the end, he'd taken his hands out of his pocket to prevent himself from breaking his elbow if he did fall. Everett's powers didn't work so well on himself, though he didn't know why. Maybe it was a mental thing.
At least for now they were in a nice, warm shop, and Marco was keeping his head down. "Ohh how alternative." He teased when he saw the shirt Marco had picked. He preferred shirt shirts with buttons, normally under a v neck jumper, so the rack of t-shirts in front of him was fairly unappetising. "Careful you don't cut yourself on that edge." He snickered, proud of himself for the bad joke. Normally when shopping he found himself on the other side of the size range, and it was bizarre being up at the end of the shop with wide shouldered shirts. Like sitting in the driver's seat for the first time (but not as weird as when he'd first arrived in America and sat behind the wheel of an automatic car for the first time)
Browsing through the rack, pushing away one shirt at a time, Everett realised how easy this felt. It was nice to just be hanging out with Marco for a change, instead of falling him from a few steps behind, a lot less stressful, "Did you ever know I was following you?" He asked, suddenly curious, "Were you ever suspicious? Or am I just like, a master spy? The king of secret surveillance?" He found a tight, plain white t-shirt with black lettering across the shoulders. He held it up in front of him, "We're getting this." As if he'd let Marco leave without buying a shirt that said 'Too Cool' on it. It was a sign.
Maybe because he was relaxed enough here, and actually enjoying this little trip, he didn't notice the people who'd come into the shop a few moments after them. It was a large enough shop, big enough for them to completely fan out, which is quite an odd thing to do, if you're going shopping in a group. Or maybe it was because he'd never actually been hunted before, not like some of the others had. He'd gotten lucky getting to the States. Grown paranoid that he wasn't safe in Ireland, after he'd moved three times and still saw the same vans out of the corner of his eye. His old home was too small, the whole country was nine hours long. No place to hide there. Not forever.
How about for most of the gang they have very strong tasers built into just about every weapon, but they don't work on Alex, so for her they use tranquilizers? For everyone who's been kidnapped before, like Proctor and Marco, they could have special holding cells and weapons against them?
I'm going to make some agents now c: you should probs take the leader of that group, seeing as i've got Proctor, but do you mind if I make like a second in command?)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2017 10:14:56 GMT -5
{Agent Damocles Killian Corvidae | Male | 51 | n/a, human | Veteran of the agency | Walks with a limp in his right leg after a wound to the hip. He uses a black black cane to help his walk, and has learnt to fight, and cause serious damage, with it. Incredibly intelligent man, not afraid to play the long game. Likes red wine and classical music} {Agent Nell Briar | Female | 31 | n/a, human | Front line fighter | She uses a bizarre little weapon; a Pistol/Knife/Knuckle Duster. Apathetic and detached, looks a lot younger than she actually is, hates Nightclubs and violent video games as she thinks they're too loud.} {Agent Isidore Cobb | Male | 29 | n/a, human | Sniper, mainly sticks out of actual fights | Careful yet surprisingly rebellious at times. Very good with machines, more so than people. Bounces his leg and cracks his fingers most of the time. New Orlenes accent. Feeds the wild raccoons.} {Agent Ramona Arce | Female | 17 | n/a, human | Rookie, eager to prove herself | The girl's a walking armory: a handgun in her holster, a two barreled shotgun on her back, a hidden blade, barely thicker than an envelope, up her sleeve, and another hidden in her sock. But her weapon of choice has to be the wicked hunting knife he has strapped to her left leg. Roughly 20cm of smooth, curved steel, she wields it like it's part of her body.}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2017 9:02:28 GMT -5
i wanted to do draw something a little silly so i sketched this ~
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 19, 2017 4:58:47 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "I'm going to treasure that shirt forever." Marco was so used to ice that he barely noticed that the ground was slippery. He was in his element after all. So it just seemed like any other normal day, and he turned his head back to glance at Everett before they had entered the store, head tilted slightly to the right as he couldn't understand why he was having so much trouble, practically stumbling every five seconds.
But he could feel himself start to thaw out a bit as he held the Gorillaz shirt up to show Everett. He had originally thought that a band shirt was the last threatening thing possible, but it didn't seem to suit Everett's tastes.
"Heh, what are you? A teenager?" Marco joked, teasing the boy who was the same age as him-twenty one. He was honestly surprised Everett knew some slang. But the ice wielder hung the band shirt back up, letting Everett decide for him. The healer seemed pretty intent on choosing a shirt for him, as he began digging through the racks, glancing at each shirt one by one.
"I mean...I did hear some faint noises before, but I thought nothing of it." Sebastian shrugged his shoulders, glancing up at the ceiling as he thought. "Also...I always had the feeling that I was being watched. Guess I wasn't wrong after all. And here I thought I was paranoid or just going insane altogether. But sure, I could say you were the king of secret surveillance." The ice bender added with a chuckle at the end, leaning against a wall and folding his arms over his chest as he watched Everett pull out a shirt, looking proud of himself for finding it.
"That's a shirt I can get behind! Now we're talking!" The boy gave the healer a thumbs up, a grin plastered on his face. The shirt was great in two ways. One, because that's actually how he liked to think of himself, and two, it was a pun. The guy loved puns, even though most of them were super cheesy. But it was exactly his sense of humor, aside from sarcasm. Marco hadn't noticed the group of people entering the store either, his attention focused on the shirt. He gave a little huff before heading to the counter with it in hand, getting ready to pay for something, much to his disliking.
{Omg I'm all for the agents having weapons that counter them! Poor Alex though haha, she wouldn't even be able to fight back. And if you want to, you can take the leader of that group too haha. I'm not very good at RPing leaders, but maybe it's cause I can't relate to being a leader in real life lol. But if you insist on me doing the leader, I could try. :3}
{I'm just trying to think of the characters I'm gonna use, so I'm kind of stalling for time in the RP whoops. Deciding on names and face claims and all that is not my forte. XD You don't have to reply yet if you don't want to.}
{And a quick heads up, tomorrow I'm going to a sleepover, so I don't know when I'll be able to reply next.}
{ALSO PROCTOR AND MARCO WOULD TOTALLY DO THAT OMG IM DYING. Proctor looks absolutely terrifying in the last frame and I love it. XD}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2017 6:30:20 GMT -5
◈ ---- "Do you ever feel like you're being watched?"
◈ ---- Everett closed his eyes dramatically and nodded his head with a sage air as Marco crowned him king of secret surveillance, "I knew it. I guess I'm just the best at everything." He gave a heavy sigh, "Why am I so perfect?" he mused, caressing his face with his hand. "Though truth be told, you were kind of an easy guy to tail. You slept all day - by the way that 'apartment' you were staying in? That place is a hole, talk about disgusting." He couldn't help the brief interlude into critiquing Marco's place of residence, even if his options had been limited. "And you weren't too hard to follow at night. Just stick to whatever path is the iciest."
He felt a pleased buzz as Marco accepted his shirt for the excellence it was; after spending so long just following him around, it was nice to know they actually got a long. This little trip would've been a different story if either of them surly. At least they could laugh about the whole spying thing, and Everett had done his best to ensure that when they eventually spoke, it wouldn't be too weird (by making executive decisions as when not to watch Marco doing something. Some things deserved privacy.)
Making their way to the counter, he was happy enough with the stuff they'd picked - a few hoodies, jeans and a new coat. All important stuff - the coat in particular because that meant Everett could get his own back. It was bizarre putting on his coat after someone else had been wearing it - this was someone else's heat he was feeling, though frankly there wasn't too much coming off Marco. When he popped the collars up, they smelt like him now. Wonder how long that's going to linger.
Was there a point in getting gloves? It was little trivial things like this; Gloves, t-shirts with puns, Marco's scent on his coat's collar, that were now distracting Everett from the group of people, originally fanned out, that was growing a little bit tighter. Not everyone though. Some were still on the doors; the front and the back, he would've noticed if he'd looked. But he didn't, he just joked, "Are you ready to pay for something?" He leant in with an excited whisper, "It's really quite magical. Everyone remembers their first." It was a stupid joke, but he still laughed at it.
Damocles can be the leader then, I don't mind c:
Sorry I wasn't on!! I had a busy couple of days ^^' and it's fine, take your time w/ your characters ~ it's your rp after all lol
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 24, 2017 3:31:42 GMT -5
{Agent Ashton 'Ash' Black | Female | 35 | N/A, Human | Former Assassin; Stealth | Only kills on orders, otherwise uses her abilities to restrain/capture targets and bring them back for questioning. Loves the whole 'agent' getup with a suit and all. Weapon of choice would be a butcher knife at her side. If looks could kill, everyone else would be dead.}
{Agent Elliott Wolfe | Male | 44 | N/A, Human | Enforcer; Front Line Fighter | Way stronger than he looks. Knows plenty of martial art moves. Can probably take a bear down if he wanted to. Sticks to his fists but has a simple pistol and brass knuckles if needed. Likes to think he's the strongest, very full of himself.}
{Agent Jessica Lyon | Female | 22 | N/A, Human | Medic | Can fight if needed, but otherwise stays back. Not afraid to jab anyone with a needle. She is a woman to be feared. Always equipped with a first-aid kit that's practically overflowing, knowing that everyone else is constantly reckless. Weapon is a tranquilizer strapped to her hip.}
{Agent Sebastian Strange | Male | 28 | N/A, Human | Scout | The one who was sent to search for them, can also fight if needed. Stays up all night working, sleeps all day unless called to go out to search some more. Coffee and energy drink fanatic, always has bags under his eyes. Impatient, wants to get things over with quickly. Weapon is an AK-47, which he barely touches. Won't take crap from anyone.}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 24, 2017 3:33:50 GMT -5
{Finally done! I swear it takes me 20 years to come up with forms for one person alone, whoops. I'll get a reply up tomorrow for sure now that I finished my new set of characters!}
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 25, 2017 0:59:35 GMT -5
Agent Sebastian Strange - "About time you both show up!" Sebastian Strange was the first one to walk in the store, motioning for the others to wait until he gave his confirmation. The others would make things too obvious, and he needed to make sure it was indeed the Marco Blythe and Everett Darling. So the scout of the government organization tried his hardest to get close to them without raising any suspicions. He strolled over behind a huge rack of clothes, peeking over every now and then to get a good look at both of their faces. It wasn't long before he confirmed Marco's face. He was an easy one, as he had the scars to prove it. And the other boy next to him Everett, he had recalled seeing him once before, with the others in that little 'gang' they had with the Bernadette Proctor. His memory was very good, and he could always pick out a face.
But this time Sebastian just so happened to be lucky. He had been walking down main street when all the sudden two suspicious characters had been across the street, seemingly headed to one of the stores. His gut told him to follow, and that's just what he did. Detective's luck, he guessed. After further investigation, he could confirm.
The agent moved his hand up, fixing his tie. He casually walked over to a corner of the store, out of earshot of the customers. He pulled out his work phone, quickly typing in his rather long password before telling the others it was indeed Marco with the ice powers, and Everett. The man had never seen Everett use his powers, but he had also been known as a criminal. So that was self-explanitory.
The twenty-eight year old man let out a sigh. After countless days and even weeks of searching, they finally had a lead. A lead to finding the other fugitives with powers, anyway. And at least they would be able to take two of them in. The man was confident in the other agent's abilities, and the eight of them would greatly outnumber the two criminals. But for now, Sebastian didn't feel like doing the fighting, as he left that to the more experienced ones. He had done his job to scout them out, and he could only hope that was it. He hated using his AK-47, unless it was a dire situation.
Agent Ashton 'Ash' Black - "What interesting young men." Agent Ashton Black was the next to head into the store. The woman was a former assassin, who just so happened to be given a job opportunity for the government after she retired her days of killing. But she put her abilities to use for capturing criminals now, so she wasn't complaining. Ashton pushed the door open, walking into the store and spotting both Sebastian and the criminals. For now, she made her way to the back of the store quietly, giving a little nod to Sebastian. She was put in charge of monitoring the back exit, so there was no chance of the criminals escaping.
Ash kept her eyes on the two twenty-one year old boys, absentmindedly gripping onto the handle of her butcher knife. She loved and cared for that knife more than herself, as it has always been by her side, getting her through plenty of situations. She leaned against the back wall, standing in the very back of the store, near the dressing rooms. So she was well-hidden, acting as one of the customers. But she had a clear sight of them as well, just in case they planned to attack any of the other civilians. She was ready to attack at any moment. This was exciting to her, even more so than being an assassin. Maybe she was jealous of their powers, or maybe she wanted to interrogate them that made this exciting. Anyway, despite all of that, she waited patiently for the other to arrive. This was just the beginning of their mission to bring all of the powered criminals into custody, before they could harm anyone else. She crossed her arms however, recalling the last time she brought Marco in. He had almost gotten the best of her with his powers, earning her a long, permanent scar running down her arm, which was why she wore suits all the time. This time, she wasn't going to make the same mistakes. She was going to redeem herself. That is, if she was called to get in on the action. Agent Elliott Wolfe And Agent Jessica Lyon - "Let's finish this." Elliott Wolfe was a tough man, which was why he was one of the front line fighters. He had grown up learning martial arts, following the path to become a black belt at an early age. The moved had always stuck with him, and so he chose to work for the government of his own will. The man walked into the store beside the healer, Jessica. It would be noticeable if all of them came alone, right? Elliott had been dying for action these last few days, only having the luxury of beating up a punching bag in the office as Sebastian was working on trying to find some leads.
Jessica rolled her eyes unenthusiastically as she just so had to be the one to accompany Elliott, knowing he was one of the most reckless people out there, next to Marco and Damocles.
"Boys these days," Jessica Lyon muttered to herself, as she hung out near the front door, patting her hip to make sure her weapon was still in place. If anything, she could use her tranquilizer in case they tried to leave through the front. For a medic, she had a deadly accurate aim, as the others had been training her so she was able to hold her own as well.
Elliott was just waiting for Damocles to give the signal to grab them, hopefully without any struggles this time. The last few times, well, he had gotten the worst of it, mostly due to his self-confidence and acting before thinking. But this time he knew better than to try and take down a person who had the ability to defend themselves with ice spikes. He could feel Jessica staring him down, and he stayed back for his own good.
Jessica was quite fond of this Everett guy, as it was rumored that he had healing powers. Being a medic, she really wished she had healing powers instead of carrying all this equipment around all the time. Stitching wounds could only do so much, of course. Just thinking of talking to this Everett guy was exhilarating in itself, she could learn a lot from him. Marco Blythe - "Give me a break!" Marco snickered when Everett asked why he was so perfect. Marco only rolled his eyes at the boy, giving him a small shrug in response.
"Heh, I guess you're right. It can't be that hard to watch a guy who stays inside all day and only goes out for a couple hours at night for a snack run, huh?" Marco thought aloud, grinning at himself. It was funny, actually. His sleeping habits were so bad that he was constantly tired, so he barely did anything as it was. Or rather, before that encounter with the police yesterday. Everything was just hectic now, but he did rest properly for once. But one good night of sleeping wasn't going to make up for all the other nights. Let's just say the boy could use a couple hundred energy drinks right about now. He was rather exhausted, as usual.
"Hey! C'mon now, y'know I can't help that my former apartment was a pig stye. But I do admit, it was pretty disgusting." The boy shivered at the piles of wrappers in the corner. It wasn't like he could dispose of them properly in a trash can. And he sure as heII wasn't going to go outside and find one. He tilted his head at the boy, raising an eyebrow at his last comment. Was he really that icy? Was it really that easy to tell where he was? Shaking his head to himself, he walked up to the counter and plopped everything down on it, dropping a wad of cash afterwards for the cashier to count it and whatnot.
The ice wielder punched Everett's shoulder lightly in response to actually having to pay for something. He had been too caught up in Everett's jokes and everything to notice a bunch of people coming in. He didn't think anything of the other customers, after all. He had learned to ignore everyone around them, mostly because they gave him weird looks and talked about him like he was some sort of monster all the time. So he never looked or associated with anyone else besides people like Everett or the rest of the gang, since they had approached him first.
Marco grabbed the bag and the rest of the change he was handed, and he turned to the healer. Quickly stuffing the change in his pocket and holding the bag down at his side, he spoke, not knowing the trouble they were about to get into.
"You ready?"
{Alright! Sorry for that long poof by the way, finally found my muse again haha. But we're getting back into the action! Yay! Forgot to mention they all have tasers as well as tranquilizers but oh well lol. I'll add them in later. }
{Also I hope all of this makes sense lol. I'm literally tired 24/7 cause my sleeping pattern is garbage so my replies are also garbage. XD}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2017 6:33:52 GMT -5
◈ ---- Everett froze like a rabbit caught in headlines. It was embarrassing to admit, but that's what he did. It wasn't so long ago that he'd been afraid of blood, he wasn't use to gunfire and agents. God, there was a lot of them now. Five, five in total. He couldn't heal wounds from five different weapons at once. Not without losing something himself. Marco was speaking, he even tried an uneasy smile, but Everett couldn't quite hear him
He was jogged from his thoughts when he felt his friend grab him and pull him backwards. Other people in the shop were now leaving as quickly as they could, though someone was bound to be filming. One second, they were all there, heading for the two young men, and the next, there was a wall of ice. Of course. In the confusion, Everett had forgotten about Marco's powers. Talk about a no brainer.
This time when Marco spoke, Everett was listening, and he shook his head, "Don't be stupid." He even reached up and gave his head a light smack, "I'm not going anywhere!" He hissed, "Not with you!" The sounds of ice being chipped away startled him and made his eyes dart towards the wall keeping them safe. Then, he snapped his head back to Marco, "I'm not going back to Powerscourt alone. I'll just lead them there." He was getting upset, getting emotional, and they didn't have time for that Cursing, he grabbed his phone, a cheap little thing with only a few numbers, and dialed the one marked MUGRM - a code for 'Maugrim', the secret name they used for Proctor in things like phones and diaries. Just in case. They all had one. Well, Marco didn't, not yet. When they got out of this, they'd have to give him one.
He bounced on his feet, while Marco turned back to the ice wall to add another layer, and for a moment he thought the phone was just going to ring and ring, but then Proctor answered, sounding wide awake and worried, "Why are you phoning?"
Everett explained everything in about two seconds and then the phone at the other end went silent. He dropped his own on the floor and stamped it with his foot until it was nothing but pieces, and then kept going. They weren't tracking his last call now. He looked around wild and frantic, before grabbing a discarded pole from near the till. It was the kind of thing you normally hang clothes on, but Everett held it like a baseball bat. He stood level with Marco, "This is why we travel in a group, Marco." He whispered, out of fear and out the fact he didn't want any agents to hear him, "So we don't have to go through this alone." ◈ ---- As fun as tracking these kids down was, there was also the issue of dealing with their abilities, wasn't there? She'd taken down a lot of runaway in her past, but Nell never faced anyone who could summon a wall of ice. She gave an annoyed tch and walked a few paces back, to get a better look at it. She did her best not to look at the team members that had been frozen, it was funny even to her, and shooed off some old woman who was watching the whole thing, "This is official government business, m'am." She turned her towards the door, "Please give us the room to do our jobs.
Her own weapon of choice wouldn't work too well against this wall of ice, but Agent Strange was totally frozen, so his big gun was out of the question. Great. She took out her little pistol all the same, and fired a few shots from far off. She did it one handed, almost bored, aiming for the top part. The ice was thinner there, and cracked far easier. All they needed was an open hole to poke a gun through.
Her weapon was tiny, but was leaving considerable dents in the ice, and she heard Agent Corvidae over her ear piece, "That sounds like gunfire." She shrugged, though he couldn't see it, "A temporary negotional tactic. Shop's empty of civilians. Agents Black and Strange are currently," she couldn't say 'popsicles' she just couldn't, "Incapacitated." She heard the older man sigh, and then mutter to the only other person in the van, "Agent Arce, go and provide support." Even better, send the rookie in.
Better to try and solve this now actually. There were already a few bullet holes in the wall behind the ice. She held up her hand and raised her voice, a rare sighting for Nell, to stop the gunfire and be heard, "Marco Blythe and Everett Darling; You both know why we're here. There doesn't have to be gunfire, y'know. Criminals who turn themselves in are treated with a bit of courtesy. And criminals who help us locate even more criminals are valued people indeed." She paused, there was little doubt this would work, but all they had to do was outwait these kids, "Come out with us, and we wouldn't even use the tasers. Promise." She reached for her own one all the same. ◈ ---- Proctor knew that they couldn't hide forever, but she'd been hoping for longer than this. All the same, she grabbed her jacket and was down the stairs in two steps. There was no point lying to the others, not about this, so she just came out with it, "Five agents have corned Everett and Marco in the department store on Ingersoll Street. There's a chance they may not know about us, but we have to go down there." She pointed to the three eldest, "Alex, Val, Otto; you're coming with me. Be ready for a fight, these people don't hold back." This was more for Otto and Val, she knew Alex knew. "We're going to give them hell. Don't hesitate. At all." This went against everything their training that consisted of, but there was no time to be careful, not now, "We're going in there to take care of these agents. Don't all come back here at once. Slip away when you've got a chance, get to one of the safe spaces around the city; homeless shelters, abandoned houses, you know what I'm talking about. Hide out there for at least a day before you come back here."
She then crossed the room to Jean and Bisera, who was still in her pajamas, "You two needed to be extra careful. You can't come with us on this." Her tone and pace was not open for argument or debate, "Jean, you're in charge. Look after each other. There's a sea liner on the other side of the docks called Jade Apple, hide there until one of us comes and gets you. Don't trust anyone else. Just us." She paused then. They could fight. She knew they could. But this wasn't some scrap, these were the people who wanted them dead, and she would not have their blood on her hands. Instead, she put one hand on each of their shoulders and gave them a squeeze, "We'll be back soon." Bisera looked like she was going to start crying, and Proctor knew she couldn't handle that, so she turned on her heels and stalked towards the door.
When they were outdoors and about half way down the docks, she turned to Otto, who looked more nervous than she'd ever seen him, "You fly ahead. You'll get there quicker."
He blinked and began to say, "But you said never-" befor Proctor cut him off, "I know what I said!" She snapped, "Just go!" They were already running, but Otto nodded, scared, and put more bounce in his step. Gradually, then all at once, different parts of him began to smoulder, and then the boy burst into flames and lifted into the air, going full tilt towards the city. They might see him coming, but they could do a fat lot to stop him.
"Val," She was panting, not from running, but more from the cold air, "They're going to have a van, some kind of getaway truck. Get rid of it. There are going to be civilians, but you can't think about them. It's us or them." She didn't have to brief Alex, but she wanted to. She'd known Alex the longest out of everyone, and it broke her heart to be plunging into another fight with her, though it was a comfort to have her, "You know what to do here Alex. Light them up, no prisoners. And for God's sake, watch out for the tranquilizers." A tiny guilty part of her was slightly excited. She could feel her grip on her savage side slipping and it was liberating. She couldn't let loose in Powerscourt, not among friends, but outhere? Those agents were going to be sorry they ever came looking.
It's cool! He's not overpowered he's just the ~ ice man ~ ahhh things are happening!! it's getting tense :00 Would you consider giving Alex and Proctor a bit of a history? Like maybe they met at a facility and escaped together?
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 26, 2017 2:26:25 GMT -5
Agent Elliott Wolfe And Marco Blythe - "Do your worst!" "Roger that." Elliott Wolfe tapped the earpiece, closing the distance between himself and the two criminals. The man paced opposite Nell, coming in from the other side to block them. He was heading straight for the main show; Marco Blythe. It would be rather fun taking him out. The man had a huge grin spread over his face, and there was a little extra energy in his steps. The tall, muscular man popped each knuckle individually as he came in closer and closer, hopefully intimidating the boys.
Marco on the other hand noticed them right after Everett spoke, glancing around the store and making eye contact with a handful of agents. His heart began pounding, as a feeling of anxiety mixed with anger enveloped him. The ice wielder was deathly afraid, the memories of when he was caught the first time replaying through his mind. But even more than the worry, he was enraged. Marco wasn't planning on getting captured; not today, not ever. He had suffered enough the first time, and didn't want to experience it again.
"I hope this is a time where using my powers is absolutely necessary." Marco spoke with a simple shrug, referring to the list of rules Proctor had given him just hours before. "Otherwise I'd be a dead man when we get back." He smiled ever so slightly, in a futile attempt to calm both of their nerves. After he spoke, he faced the blonde lady and tall man. The boy took a defensive stance, deciding it was best not to attack, as he was gravely outnumbered.
Wolfe made his move rather quickly upon noticing that Marco was about to use his powers. He rushed in, hand stretching outwards to try and grab Marco and flip him onto the ground. If the man could get Marco on the ground, then he had already won.
Marco ducked, just in time he might add, as he could feel the air from the agent's hand split the air above him. Marco rightened himself up and stepped back, grabbing the back of Everett's shirt and dragging him back as well, before the blonde woman could do anything to him. Marco cursed under his breath in French, racking his brain to try and come up with a plan in this short amount of time.
He proceeded to do what he was about to before he had been interrupted, which was create a barrier of ice between both parties. After he sealed off the entire front side of the store, he let out a quick breath. Not a breath of relief, but one that he had been holding due to his nerves.
"Well, if anything, I can help you get away." Marco stared directly into Everett's eyes, raising his arm to point at the back door. "This is me trying to repay you, alright? Also, if you escape, you can at least report it to Proctor. I'm sure she would understand, even if she is seething with rage because I let myself get captured." His voice took on a strict tone, as if it was an order and not just an empty statement. Sure he was told that they worked together now, but he was not going to allow them both to be captured. Even if Everett refused, Marco was ready to force the boy out. Upon glancing at the back, he did notice there were a few people there as well. A tired man, and a short-haired woman. With a frustrated huff, the ice wielder shoved his hands outwards towards them, attempting to freeze them in a block of ice.
Blythe wasn't trying to be a hero here, he was just trying to repay an old favor. He could only hope Everett wasn't stubborn enough to stick around with the people who were responsible of making his life a living heII. Not a second later, he could hear a symphony of loud noises coming from the other side, and he had a feeling they were trying to break his ice. And by the looks of it, they were about to be successful. All of his defenses were about to break any second now, and so he created a newer layer of ice, trying as hard as he could to hold back the pain that was starting to form along his hands. And by pain, he meant blistering cold ice. But after this, he was pretty much useless, as the boy wasn't able to hold out forever. However, his efforts did prove to be an obstacle to the agents, albeit temporary. It seemed that the government agents were way more prepared than last time though. Marco gave them that much.
Agents And Marco Blythe - "Oh God." Jessica stared at the ice wall which suddenly appeared in front of them with awe, before crossing her arms. It wasn't in her job description to break down an ice wall, and besides, she didn't even have a pick, or any kind of tool at that. Best let the two front-line fighters do their jobs. It seemed Wolfe was having a grand old time, at least.
Elliott was all for a challenge. And this proved to be fun, as he repeatedly hacked and slashed his way through with a knife Lyon had lent him. Of course, nothing could hold forever, and Elliott was so hyped up and determined to bring this thing down no matter what it took. Glancing over, it seemed that the others were unloading a storm of bullets upon it. The thing was...he felt that Marco hadn't given his all into the ice, so that's why it was a bit more fragile than he expected. Maybe Blythe was trying to conserve his energy this time? Heh, smart kid. It seemed like both had some tricks up their sleeves.
Sebastian and Ash's bodies were frozen solid, except their heads of course. The boy had at least allowed them to breathe and suffer through the freezing pain. Before he was frozen, Sebastian had actually made an effort to pull out his tranquilizer. Might as well try and be useful. However, it didn't end up like he had planned. Oh well, he wasn't exactly the fighting type anyway. Ash was just about to shoot too, her arm was outstretched towards them, tranquilizer in hand. Now all she could do was watch in vain, just about ready to strangle the kid for this.
At the same time, Marco made his way over to the back exit, trying to keep up his defenses while moving at the same time. It was hard, but he managed. Just barely. Blythe was starting to breathe heavily, trying to keep everything up. It was a pretty tedious job, being the fighter/defender. But, even he knew that only one of them would be able to escape, if any. And if one of them could, Marco could only pray it was Everett. He didn't wish anyone to be captured, especially someone as kind as Everett.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 26, 2017 2:29:44 GMT -5
{Also by no means am I trying to make Marco overpowered here, go ahead and do your worst to them haha.}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2017 5:34:09 GMT -5
◈ ---- No one's going to take me alive
◈ ---- Everett froze like a rabbit caught in headlines. It was embarrassing to admit, but that's what he did. It wasn't so long ago that he'd been afraid of blood, he wasn't use to gunfire and agents. God, there was a lot of them now. Five, five in total. He couldn't heal wounds from five different weapons at once. Not without losing something himself. Marco was speaking, he even tried an uneasy smile, but Everett couldn't quite hear him
He was jogged from his thoughts when he felt his friend grab him and pull him backwards. Other people in the shop were now leaving as quickly as they could, though someone was bound to be filming. One second, they were all there, heading for the two young men, and the next, there was a wall of ice. Of course. In the confusion, Everett had forgotten about Marco's powers. Talk about a no brainer.
This time when Marco spoke, Everett was listening, and he shook his head, "Don't be stupid." He even reached up and gave his head a light smack, "I'm not going anywhere!" He hissed, "Not with you!" The sounds of ice being chipped away startled him and made his eyes dart towards the wall keeping them safe. Then, he snapped his head back to Marco, "I'm not going back to Powerscourt alone. I'll just lead them there." He was getting upset, getting emotional, and they didn't have time for that Cursing, he grabbed his phone, a cheap little thing with only a few numbers, and dialed the one marked MUGRM - a code for 'Maugrim', the secret name they used for Proctor in things like phones and diaries. Just in case. They all had one. Well, Marco didn't, not yet. When they got out of this, they'd have to give him one.
He bounced on his feet, while Marco turned back to the ice wall to add another layer, and for a moment he thought the phone was just going to ring and ring, but then Proctor answered, sounding wide awake and worried, "Why are you phoning?"
Everett explained everything in about two seconds and then the phone at the other end went silent. He dropped his own on the floor and stamped it with his foot until it was nothing but pieces, and then kept going. They weren't tracking his last call now. He looked around wild and frantic, before grabbing a discarded pole from near the till. It was the kind of thing you normally hang clothes on, but Everett held it like a baseball bat. He stood level with Marco, "This is why we travel in a group, Marco." He whispered, out of fear and out the fact he didn't want any agents to hear him, "So we don't have to go through this alone." ◈ ---- As fun as tracking these kids down was, there was also the issue of dealing with their abilities, wasn't there? She'd taken down a lot of runaway in her past, but Nell never faced anyone who could summon a wall of ice. She gave an annoyed tch and walked a few paces back, to get a better look at it. She did her best not to look at the team members that had been frozen, it was funny even to her, and shooed off some old woman who was watching the whole thing, "This is official government business, m'am." She turned her towards the door, "Please give us the room to do our jobs.
Her own weapon of choice wouldn't work too well against this wall of ice, but Agent Strange was totally frozen, so his big gun was out of the question. Great. She took out her little pistol all the same, and fired a few shots from far off. She did it one handed, almost bored, aiming for the top part. The ice was thinner there, and cracked far easier. All they needed was an open hole to poke a gun through.
Her weapon was tiny, but was leaving considerable dents in the ice, and she heard Agent Corvidae over her ear piece, "That sounds like gunfire." She shrugged, though he couldn't see it, "A temporary negotional tactic. Shop's empty of civilians. Agents Black and Strange are currently," she couldn't say 'popsicles' she just couldn't, "Incapacitated." She heard the older man sigh, and then mutter to the only other person in the van, "Agent Arce, go and provide support." Even better, send the rookie in.
Better to try and solve this now actually. There were already a few bullet holes in the wall behind the ice. She held up her hand and raised her voice, a rare sighting for Nell, to stop the gunfire and be heard, "Marco Blythe and Everett Darling; You both know why we're here. There doesn't have to be gunfire, y'know. Criminals who turn themselves in are treated with a bit of courtesy. And criminals who help us locate even more criminals are valued people indeed." She paused, there was little doubt this would work, but all they had to do was outwait these kids, "Come out with us, and we wouldn't even use the tasers. Promise." She reached for her own one all the same. ◈ ---- Proctor knew that they couldn't hide forever, but she'd been hoping for longer than this. All the same, she grabbed her jacket and was down the stairs in two steps. There was no point lying to the others, not about this, so she just came out with it, "Five agents have corned Everett and Marco in the department store on Ingersoll Street. There's a chance they may not know about us, but we have to go down there." She pointed to the three eldest, "Alex, Val, Otto; you're coming with me. Be ready for a fight, these people don't hold back." This was more for Otto and Val, she knew Alex knew. "We're going to give them hell. Don't hesitate. At all." This went against everything their training that consisted of, but there was no time to be careful, not now, "We're going in there to take care of these agents. Don't all come back here at once. Slip away when you've got a chance, get to one of the safe spaces around the city; homeless shelters, abandoned houses, you know what I'm talking about. Hide out there for at least a day before you come back here."
She then crossed the room to Jean and Bisera, who was still in her pajamas, "You two needed to be extra careful. You can't come with us on this." Her tone and pace was not open for argument or debate, "Jean, you're in charge. Look after each other. There's a sea liner on the other side of the docks called Jade Apple, hide there until one of us comes and gets you. Don't trust anyone else. Just us." She paused then. They could fight. She knew they could. But this wasn't some scrap, these were the people who wanted them dead, and she would not have their blood on her hands. Instead, she put one hand on each of their shoulders and gave them a squeeze, "We'll be back soon." Bisera looked like she was going to start crying, and Proctor knew she couldn't handle that, so she turned on her heels and stalked towards the door.
When they were outdoors and about half way down the docks, she turned to Otto, who looked more nervous than she'd ever seen him, "You fly ahead. You'll get there quicker."
He blinked and began to say, "But you said never-" befor Proctor cut him off, "I know what I said!" She snapped, "Just go!" They were already running, but Otto nodded, scared, and put more bounce in his step. Gradually, then all at once, different parts of him began to smoulder, and then the boy burst into flames and lifted into the air, going full tilt towards the city. They might see him coming, but they could do a fat lot to stop him.
"Val," She was panting, not from running, but more from the cold air, "They're going to have a van, some kind of getaway truck. Get rid of it. There are going to be civilians, but you can't think about them. It's us or them." She didn't have to brief Alex, but she wanted to. She'd known Alex the longest out of everyone, and it broke her heart to be plunging into another fight with her, though it was a comfort to have her, "You know what to do here Alex. Light them up, no prisoners. And for God's sake, watch out for the tranquilizers." A tiny guilty part of her was slightly excited. She could feel her grip on her savage side slipping and it was liberating. She couldn't let loose in Powerscourt, not among friends, but outhere? Those agents were going to be sorry they ever came looking.
It's cool! He's not overpowered he's just the ~ ice man ~ ahhh things are happening!! it's getting tense :00 I was listening to the Knight of Cydonia, yknow that Muse song? And it got me PUMPED for this rip tbh
Would you consider giving Alex and Proctor a bit of a history? Like maybe they met at a facility and escaped together?
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 27, 2017 2:14:46 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "I knew you were stubborn." Marco brought one hand to his head after he was lightly smacked, but only because he was surprised that Everett would do such a thing. Everett had always been nice, so it had caught Marco off guard a bit.
"You're the one who's stupid, y'know!" Marco stuck his tongue out at Everett jokingly before glancing away with a smug grin on his face. He was just stating the facts, of course.
"Yes, you are going back to Powerscourt alone. And I swear on my life, there's no way I'm going to let them follow you. I'll seal the door shut after you. If you do feel like someone is following you, just hide out somewhere else. It isn't safe to stay here." The ice bender instructed, before proceeding to grab onto Everett's shoulders and shove him towards the back door, much to Everett's arguing. Marco didn't wanna admit it, but he was obviously worried. His ice was chipping away slowly but surely, as well as starting to thaw a bit every second. It was a chore to handle all of this ice, but it was still doable. However, after their attacks, it wasn't going to hold much longer if at all. Blythe just focused on pushing the other twenty-one year old towards the door, not wanting Everett to get caught in this mess. He knew all too well that nobody wanted to live like he had, so he was just trying to help out for the healer's sake. But of course Everett had to be stubborn about it, and he knew he was going to be lectured about cooperation and teamwork later.
Whenever later was.
He just couldn't shake the feeling that this was it, that he was going to be captured yet again. That explained why his movements were so stiff. But he didn't let the fear overcome him, not again. Blythe worked though it, forcing himself to move.
"Sure it's better to go in a group, but I'm not letting you stay. Just go already, merde!" There was no hiding the concern in his voice any longer. It didn't help that the tall man had managed to break a large portion of his ice, enough to where they could stare at each other. Out of the corner of his eye, one of the agents he had frozen, the woman with short hair, had managed to free herself after some struggle. Just as he took his blistering cold hands off of Everett (Who he hadn't managed to force outside yet) and pointed them palms first towards the agents, both agents (The short haired woman and the tall muscular man) raised their tranquilizers at the two criminals.
"I would rather go through this alone than have someone suffer with me." His voice was directed at the healer, but it was quiet, barely audible. Everett didn't know what happened after one of them was captured, and he hoped to God he wouldn't ever have to. If it came down to it, Marco was willing to sacrifice himself. Shaking his head to himself to clear his thoughts, the boy was locked in a stalemate. Of course, if the agents shot first, Marco wasn't going to hesitate to attack for real this time. That is, if he could react quick enough.
Agent Elliott Wolfe And Marco Blythe And Agent Ashton 'Ash' Black - "Who's gonna shoot first?" Agent Wolfe hadn't been recklessly chipping the ice away after all. He had tried his hardest to create a semi-large circle to he could see and point his gun at them. When he was successful in creating the gap, he motioned for Nell to join him, which ended up in the standoff. Upon hearing Nell raise her voice, Wolfe stood there impatiently, still holding his gun up. At times, Nell was a great negotiator/persuader, who was able to sway minds of criminals into luring others out. But after hearing what Blythe had to say, he knew they weren't going to be persuaded so easily.
"Over my dead body!!! Do you even know the things they do to us in the facility? Yeah, didn't think so! Because you aren't the ones with these bloody powers!" Marco paused, glaring from agent to agent. "You think I wanted these powers? You think I wanted to be a criminal? You should know that this was forced on us, all of us! So technically, this makes y'all the bad guys here." Marco spat back at the blonde woman, his voice raised as well in response to her statement about turning themselves in. "None of y'all understand what we have to go through everyday just to make a living!" The ice wielder had snapped and was yelling, not trying to keep his cool anymore. When the agent continued to speak, he just narrowed his eyes further with both brows furrowed.
"Don't make me laugh! You think I'm the kind of guy who would rat out others? Like heII I would! In your dreams, chéri." Marco growled at her, make it very clear that he was not ever going to do such a thing. "Go ahead, taser me. Bring me into your God forsaken lab and experiment on me until I'm dead. But lay a finger on anyone else, and I'll impale all of you. This isn't a threat, it's a promise." Marco was dead serious, seething with rage at this point. Forget his nerves, he was ready to freeze them from the inside out. But to be perfectly honest, he was just attempting to buy some time. Sure he could fight, but him and Everett (Which the only weapon he carried was a pole) against five wasn't going to be easy.
Agent Ashton was standing just a few feet away from the two criminals, finger on the trigger. She was glaring daggers back at Marco, but she knew her place. It was either her pulling the trigger and getting gravely injured before the effects of the tranquilizer kicked in, or waiting it out and listening for orders. Alexandria Kaltman And Valerie Byrne - "I'm all fired up!" At the mention of the word agents, Alex stiffened. She knew first-hand this was completely serious, and she could feel revenge burning in her heart from the last time she was face to face with agents. When she was called on to help, she immediately shot up out of her seat, the air began crackling with electricity around her, like a mini lightning storm. She was excited, full of energy, yet nervous all the same.
Valerie had nodded, standing up as well. She was ready for a good fight. If anyone needed someone to cause chaos, she was the person to go to. With her explosions, she could take down anyone. Of course, not without hurting them, but what the heck. The agents could handle explosions. To be fair, the agents had their share of large, lethal weapons. So their powers balanced it out.
"Yes ma'am!" Alexandria replied, giving a small salute to Proctor, trying to easy everyone's nerves. The atmosphere in the room had turned tense, and she was there to make things a bit more calm. Alex already knew the briefing, she had done this too many times to count. Whether it be strange men, police, or the government, she had fought plenty. When the small group made it outside and ran over to the department store, she matched her pace with Proctor, struggling to keep up as Proctor was a lot faster with her abilities.
"Alright! And heh, will do." Alexandria gave a thumbs up, smiling at Proctor. The real enemy here were the tranquilizers, which all the agents had. Last time she was foolish enough to get in the way of one, but once was enough. She was going to give all of them a nice shock until they were the ones who were knocked out on the ground.
"Hey, lighten up a bit! Just go out there and do your thing, as you would say." Alex would have pat Proctor's back as reassurance, but that would send a bit of a shock, so she just settled with a nod. The lightning bender had put her faith in everyone, and she knew it would go well. She would personally see to it that everyone got back safely. And if someone was captured, they would have to go through her first before they could even think of getting away.
Valerie had listened to her specific instructions, showing that she understood by facing her palms behind her, propelling herself forward with a series of explosions. She used them as a sort of boost so she could get there faster, second to Otto which also happened to fly forward. Her mind was completely focused on the van, and the van alone. She was going to make sure she obliterated that thing, her face set with a menacing smile. She just loved blowing things up. Jean Kirshner - "Awww, I wanted to help out too!!!!!" Jean seemed a little disappointed that he didn't get to go on an actual mission again, but it was probably better off that way. He would just be a burden to them, wouldn't he? At the same time, he would argue that he could hold his own against everyone, but Proctor's words suggested otherwise. He had opened his mouth to argue, but quickly glanced away, knowing arguing wasn't going to let him tag along. The boy had no choice but to obey Proctor's words. But at least he was put in charge of himself and Bisera. That alone made him a bit more happy, and he nodded his head up and down to show his understanding.
"Alright, Jade Apple. Got it." Jean spoke up, about to head out before Proctor rested her hand on him and Bisera. He looked up at Proctor, seeming a bit sad himself. Not because he wanted to go this time, but genuine sadness for their sake, as he was afraid of losing them too. But he quickly shook that thought away as the older few headed off, taking Bisea's hand in his before he began to lead her out behind them.
"Good luck." He told the group which consisted of Proctor, Alex, Val, and Otto. But he turned the opposite way, heading for the other side of the docks to the place known as Jade Apple.
He turned to Bisera, giving her a warm smile. "There's no need to worry! They'll all be back fine, I guarantee it. And so will we." The boy was serious, meaning every word he said. Proctor was never wrong, and her words of "We'll be back soon." were pretty comforting to him. He felt he had to be the supportive one in this, so Bisera didn't feel sad or anything of the sort. As he walked with his friend to the other side of the docks, he gave her hand a little squeeze, letting her know that he was there with her, and they were going to be ok as well.
"At least we have each other! We can tell each other stories and stuff while we wait it out." Jean tried his best to comfort Bisera, swinging their hands back and forth as they walked.
{Oooohhhh nice! I haven't heard that song before but I'll totally listen to it! Ahaha same though, I love listening to music when I RP. It just sets the mood if you choose the right songs.}
{Also yesssssssss!!!!!!!! Alex and Proctor could totally have history in a facility, that would be great!!!!!!!!!!!! >;3}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2017 5:28:09 GMT -5
◈ ---- You wanted to find us, and here we are
◈ ---- It was childish, to struggle against Marco, but Everett didn't care right now, "I'm- Not *ugh* -Going!" He hissed. The healer couldn't push back himself, because of the pole in his hands (which he was not relinquishing) so he threw his weight back against his feet. There wasn't much of a height difference between them, but Marco was much stronger and freezing. Whenever slivers of their bare skin touched he was greeted with an ice cold blast. Looks like using his powers had set his body temperature back in the negative numbers.
One of the reasons he hated conflict was the amount of emotions flying through the air. Everett could feel all of them, he'd always been able to sense other people's moods, but in a fight they were so thick and tangible that it made him nauseous. The agents were angry, and eager and some of them seemed to have some sort of thing against Marco in particular, and Marco himself was scared, furious and panicking. He felt like he was going to be sick, but he couldn't leave, and he couldn't buckle. He knew how quickly the group responded to distress calls, and he told himself that for all their fancy technology, these people couldn't compete. There was a reason they were scared, after all.
The agents broke through, and Everett could feel the bloodlust radiating off them, they were practically humming. He hope he didn't look as scared as he felt. Shuffling, he changed his stance, as Marco's focus shifted from pushing him out the door to keeping the agents at bay. He bent his knees a little and shifted his feet apart, tightening his grip on his makeshift weapon. Marco was yelling at them, his own, much purer rage bouncing against the ripples of theirs.
"He means it." His voice was very low, barely even a whisper, but Everett wasn't just going to stand there in silence. "He really does." These agents didn't know him, they'd never had reason to. Maybe grabbing a bat was a bad idea, maybe he should've left them in suspense. There was a chance they didn't know about him at all, a slim one, but not an impossible one.
His emotional abilities acted like a kind of spider's net; he could feel unusual bouncing on invisible strings alerting him of something in the distance. That was one of the reasons tracking Marco had been easy, he just got used to his signal. Living with six other people had taking some getting used to, but in the end Everett had been able to learn each of their signals too; Jean was light and young, Val was gentle despite everything, Alex gave off spiky chords, Bisera always seemed to be between confused and perfectly calm, and Proctor emitted broken frequencies like a dying radio, or like there were two parts of her fighting it out. Marco's beat was steady, but there was the occasional blip, or splinter, a telling tick that everything was always alright. The eighth member of Powerscourt only ever had two settings - rage or sorrow, but it made him very easy to track, so easy, Everet could feel him coming from a mile away.
Somewhere across town, and getting closer every second, there was a ball of fire flying through the air. He was a little surprised - they'd acted even faster than usual. He lowered his voice even more, and caught the side of Marco's eye, "Otto." ◈ ---- Nell couldn't help the annoyed sigh that rattled her ribs. These kids sure could talk. So loud. As Marco barked on and on about how much she was wrong, Agent Briar stepped through the broken wall of ice to stand alongside Agent Black and Agent Wolfe, who were nearly shaking with rage it seemed. They were holding their fire, which was a good call. Better to not startle these kids too much.
"Alright, OK, yeah, yeah, I get it." She muttered, waving one hand, the other still holding onto her little weapon. "I'm trying to be nice here. That doesn't happen every day. Just drop your hands," The other kid was holding some kind of pole, "And your... weapons, and come with us. No need to get all excited. You've already ruined some poor lady's floor." Nell kicked the cheap Lino with one shoe, which had buckled and ballooned from all the liquid. "And thank you, Blythe, for just confirming that there are in fact, more of you. We were really just guessing."
There was something smashed on the floor near them. A phone? Either they called for backup or they told their buddies to scatter, she wasn't sure which one she wanted more. She replaced her weapon in it's holster and took out her taser instead, letting the harsh crackle fill the air, "You can't beat us. You can't play the long game here, eventually we're going to catch up to you, and all your friends. You're better saving yourself the worry and the pain and turning yourself in now. You're going to need that energy when you get you back where you belong."
She'd been doing these jobs long enough to not get too excited on them, but Nell was starting to feel warm along the back of her neck. The whole room seemed to be getting warmer, which was bizarre, considering the wall of ice across it... whhhiccch seemed to be melting at an alarming rate. "Is this you?" She snapped her head towards Blythe, "Or you?" The other guy was a healer, right? That was what the file said, right? Outside the shop, the glass front was suddenly filled with a strong orange light, like it had been put in a furnace. Otto was hovering alongside the window, though his most recognizable features were skewed by the flames that had replaced most of his features. ◈ ---- He didn't like Marco, he really didn't. It was a mixture of their natural temperaments and the circumstances they'd met under. But Otto wasn't going to let him get shipped off to some vague and menacing government facility, and he certainly wasn't going to let them take Everett too (the guy could be useful). Maybe they didn't get along, but the point of having a pack was the security of it, and in the end, they were on the same team.
He'd only been in a couple of fights before in the past, and very few of them were real fights. A few had been against other people at Powerscourt, and they were for training. No matter how rough they got, there was a tap-out option and a five minute cooldown afterwards. Real fights didn't have those, and real fights with freaky government agents had tasers that could knock you out for days. Needless to say, he was a little anxious.
It felt good to be flying again though. He hadn't been allowed to fly since he started to run with Proctor's little gang - draws too much attention, even at night. He was rusty, naturally, but Jean had given him tips in the past, and he was doing his best to use them. Arms straight, keep yourself balanced, don't look down. All worthy advice. He didn't feel warm, ironically. Otto never really felt too warm, did Blythe feel the same way with the cold? Not that Otto cared. He didn't.
He knew Val would be right behind him, but getting there first was daunting. Sure enough, the department store on Ingersoll street had been cordoned off, and there was an ominous black van sitting out round the front. People below were looking up and staring, he thought he heard gasps and police officers through loudspeakers, but he ignored them and floated down until he was level with the shop window.
God, he thought maybe they'd be a little hard to find. But no. In the middle of the shop there was a huge wall of ice. How the hell did they expect to stay hidden like that?? Idiots. In people in the shop had noticed him, naturally, and he saw Marco and Everett at the back, looking thankfully unharmed. Not that he cared.
He gave a little sarcastic wave and then thrust his arms forward, slamming into the glass front and shattering it. His powers were different from Marco's - he embodied fire rather than controlled it, and it could be a little harder to fight with. All the same, he rushed for the agents, zipping across the room, smirking as the ice wall melted away. Those creeps had better duck.
◈ ---- There wasn't meant to be any gunfire on this mission. It was a civilian area in a goddamn department store for Christ's sake. Damocles sat up in his chair and used used his cane and stand up, "Agent Arce, get out there and provide support." He snapped, limping to the backdoor of the van and swinging the doors open. Want something done do it yourself, after all.
Agent Arce had scrambled out of her seat in the front and practically bounced up and down when she walked. There was a difference between eager and creepy and she was always toeing the line between them. Just as they approached the door however, the whole scene seemed to burst into flames. Repelled by the heat, Damocles reared back, cursing. Great, they'd managed to get in contact with their buddies. That was fine, all the more to bring back to headquarters.
Several shots were fired from the roof across the street, that useless sniper either wasn't quick enough to hit the target, or it simply didn't feel the pain of being shot, because the fire-person flew into the shop without a second's hesitation.
Agent Arce followed it directly, scrambling over the broken window front, drawing her hunting knife from its sheath. Damocles stood outside on the icy pavement, eyes narrowed. If one more of them showed up, it stood to reason that the whole bunch might appear.
◈ ---- Proctor wanted to lighten up, wanted to smile back at Alex, but her face felt too stiff. Do your thing. That was the phrase alright.
"Alex, if I get... carried away, I'm going to need you." Proctor's voice was level and steady, she could've run like this for hours, "You know what it's like; when I turn, I'm gone. If I go full out, do what you have to do to put me down. The only people I want to hurt are the agents." Alex was the only person Proctor knew who was strong enough to stop her when she went into her berserker mode. It was an amalgamation of her electrical abilities and her knowledge of Proctor's personality, she only trusted Alex to be able to stop her from hurting someone innocent.
Her power seemed to have three modes; mode one had become second nature, though it did cause the numb spots. Mode two was her go-to for fighting, she was stronger, hard to hurt, her canines got sharper, her reflexes got faster. Mode three was a last resort, and Proctor sacrificed her self control, her intelligence, her rationale, things that make her human, for her strongest self. She couldn't even remember most of what happened in her third mode, and she didn't want to. The only thing that could put her down was Alex. Even those tasers didn't always do the job.
Their time in the labs had started over this, and originally, Proctor was ashamed to admit she hated Alex. They must've modelled the tasers after her, it was the only explanation. But the years had fallen away and there was no one alive who she trusted more. Val's explosions brought her out of her memories, and Proctor nodded to her, Val was going to be the second wave after Otto, and then it was up to the veterans to bring in the end.
◈ ---- She grabbed her coat and her shoes before they left, but didn't stop to change into her clothes. Bisera could have her quiet moments, but these were pregnant pauses, full of worry. She was glad Jean was there - he was probably the most fun, and the closest to her own age, "Yeah, OK." she nodded, glad he was trying.
She felt cold in her pajamas, and she was sure she looked very silly, but there wasn't anyone about, just like normal. There was that spooky man who lived around here and smelt really bad, but she couldn't see him. He tried to grab her once, though he must've really regretted it afterwards. She had strong friends.
"Do you think there could be mermaids in the bay?" Her voice shook a little, and she grasped Jean's hand tighter. They looked suspicious no doubt, slinking in the shadows, and running, with no adults in sight. Maybe telling stories would be a good idea, if she was thinking about mermaids, she couldn't worry about guns and needles. "Would they have the same accents as people who live in the city, or do you think they would sound different?"
Mermaid stories were always about being captured, weren't they? About tangled nets and rude fishermen. She didn't want to be caught, and she didn't want her friends to get tangled and pulled into shore. Her eyes suddenly filled and she was sniffling. It was babish to just start crying, and she was embarrassed, but Bisera was also cold, and scared, and she wanted to go home.
Jean's such a sweetie <3 should some agents run into them, to give them something to do? They can just be faceless agents lmao i'm not making anymore characters
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 28, 2017 4:46:19 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Time for the real fun to begin!" Marco hadn't been more relieved in his life. Even if it was Otto, he still grinned, giving off a little laugh. The agents, however, had no idea what was about to happen. Well, at least being in a group was good for something. And that something meant backup.
"Tch, you don't get it. At all. If you did, you wouldn't be doing this." Marco chuckled, his stance not breaking as the blonde woman moved closer to the pair. Sure, she could come as close as she liked. She could even hold the tranquilizer against his body. But that was a declaration of war to him. For now, the boy stood completely still, not daring to break his pose. Any hesitation or movement, and he knew they would shoot.
"Nice? Ha, this is what you call nice? I'd say that doesn't even come close! I guess that makes me a nicer person too, since I'm not ripping you all to shreds like you deserve." The ice wielder growled, tilting his head up with a hmph. He keept his cool by taunting them, since he couldn't fight them right now. It was a risky move, but the longer they wasted talking to him, the more time the others had to get here. Besides, Marco lived for thrills. Sure he was dying of anxiety on the inside, but he sure wasn't going to let it show on the outside.
"Actually, you're wrong. Again. I didn't help you at all. In fact, I never specified who I was talking about. It could be my family, it could even be any random person on the street that I've associated with before. On the other hand, did you forget that you've captured plenty of other power wielders? Of course there's more, you dimwit." Marco didn't drop his hands like she asked. He stood perfectly still, one palm faced directly at her, and one at the other woman whom he had frozen before.
"I've already beat you once. By escaping the facility, chéri! I do hope you remember. I left a bunch of causalities behind as my farewell. And if you take me in again, I'll just find another way out. Nothing's gonna stop me, the Marco Blythe!"
Upon seeing the orange light, he let out a long sigh, letting the ice he created completely melt. He was thankful for a distraction so he could recover a bit, feeling the pressure in his body leave and the ice that had began to form along his skin ease.
After the ice had melted, he got a good look at whatever the cause of the orange light was. "Is that...?" The boy trailed off, mouth hanging open in awe. It was Otto, right? Marco couldn't tell at all, as it was just a pure ball of flames. But then again, who could show off just as much as he had? That meant it was definitely Otto. When the ball of flames came directly towards them, Marco's instinct was to duck immediately. "Watch it!" Marco exclaimed, as it looked to him like Otto was about to take him out along with the agents. But Marco had to admit...that was pretty cool. He felt a ping of jealousy, wanting to be able to engulf his body in ice and fly too. The first part was practically already covered though, his body already acted like pure ice. Of course, it would work a lot better with fire. He huffed in defeat, leaving Otto to show off his powers for the moment.
Now that he thought about it, Otto reminded him of the comic book character he always saw, that one called the Human Torch. But then again, Marco himself could be compared to Mr. Freeze, Jack Frost, or even Elsa, which he absolutely despised. Only because he had been called those names one too many times. Yes, even Elsa, the girl from Frozen. How that last one came about, he didn't know.
Once the agents had turned their head to look at the flying flame boy, Marco didn't hesitate to make his move. Speaking of the flying flame boy, the warmth actually felt nice to him. But he didn't have time to fully enjoy it, as he ran forward in a crouched position so Otto didn't accidentally run into him or something, and socked the blonde lady in the face. If she thought Marco could talk a lot, Marco thought she spoke more. He just hoped his punch rattled her brain into place so she would start speaking some sense.
Now commence the chaos and savagery.
Agent Sebastian Strange And Marco Blythe And Agent Jessica Lyon - "Reckless idiots." Sebastian even decided to join in, grabbing his taser from his side. He rushed in, shoving it against Marco's back, rendering the boy useless for a couple of seconds, whipping out his tranquilizer with the other hand. All of the agents had been trained for combat, even though he was a mere scout. But hey, look like it came in handy today.
Marco's eyes widened and he collapsed to the floor due to the effects of the taser temporarily shutting down his body functions. The boy recuperated and adapted to the situation swiftly, using both legs to kick the man back.
Marco was a born fighter. It was as if fighting was the only thing he actually knew how to do. Otherwise, he was just a useless piece of garbage. Give the boy a simple task, and he would find a way to screw it up. But fighting? He knew what he was doing. This was the only time he could shine.
Strange collided with a wall behind him, knocking a rack of clothes down. The scout did have a fighting spirit, albeit a small one. Running on coffee and energy drinks didn't exactly give him a lot of energy. In fact, all it gave him was headaches afterwards. So for now, he was pretty much out of commission, groaning with his hand on his head.
Jessica had been watching everything play out, chuckling ever so slightly at Nell and Sebastian's as they ended up taking a hit from Marco. Before the new person entered the store, she had moved away, just knowing that kid was gonna break through the glass. And she was right, watching shards of glass fly beside her. After that she just stayed in the comfort of the corner, eyeing some nice jackets. All of the other agents were in the way, so she wasn't ever able to get a clear shot of the boys. Even if she did have a pretty dead accurate aim, she didn't wanna accidentally hit any agents that could move directly in its path. So Agent Lyon just face palmed, shaking her head to herself slowly. Just let the idiots be their idiot self. There was nothing she could do to help out now, it was like a bar fight in here. She couldn't even keep track of everything that was going on. Not to mention, stuff was happening on the outside too.
Standing up straight, an idea popped in her mind and she took a deep breath in before shouting at the top of her lungs,
"Stop messing around you idiots! Including you three: Marco Blythe, Everett Darling, and fire kid!" Agent Lyon felt like she was dealing with a bunch of kids at the moment, placing her earpiece back into her ear. Corvidae was going to hear her anyway, but she spared him from yelling directly into the microphone.
Clearing her throat, she continued. She took her tranquilizer out, aiming it directly at Marco.
"Wolfe, Black, Briar, you'd better duck. If this hits one of you, I won't hesitate to stuff you in a cell with that loudmouth," She motioned her gun to Marco, "For an entire day."
Marco had sat up straight. "And what's that supposed to mean?" He growled, crossing his arms.
Without another warning, Lyon pulled the trigger. Whatever happened, happened. If it hit an agent, Marco, Everett, or missed completely, then so be it. Valerie Byrne - "Time to blow stuff up!" Val was the second to arrive at the scene, her explosions bursting in the air behind her, which caused her to appear like she was flying as well. Her eyes darted around, scanning the area for the van. She saw the glass shatter, some agents go in after Otto, and aha! The black van parked not too far away. She shifted her arms, turning in mid air and setting her destination as the van.
The landing needed practice still obviously, but she quickly rightened herself up after stumbling, continuing to run forward. Her arms now moved to the front of her and she came to a sudden halt, pausing for a moment as she charged her attack. Not a couple seconds later, there was a huge explosion in the middle of the street, which caused the van to slide and flip backwards from the impact and crash against a shop which seemed to be empty. Well, at least it was vacant. She laughed nervously, scratching her head.
"Whoops! I might have gone a bit overboard this time. Haha, oh well." She muttered to herself, starting at the van which was now obliterated and on fire. If there was anyone or anything in the van, they were as good as gone. Valerie then turned and crossed her arms, scanning the rest of the scene for any threats. She knew destroying something wasn't gonna take long. Should she help out inside? Hmmm, it probably wasn't the best idea. Explosions were an outside thing. Otto was taking care of the inside, and the others were probably gonna back them up. Catching a glimpse of something splitting the air, she tilted her head for a second, confused, before seeing it again. Her eyes trailed off a bit to find the source of what caused it, her eyes landing on a roof of a building across the street. There was a reflection of something shiny, and she knew what that meant.
"Sniper! I call 'em!" Val yelled out to alert the others, stepping back a few paces then running forward to get a good start, before using her explosions to fly in the air, straight towards the silhouette of a body. Be it sheer luck or knowledge, she was glad she had spotted him. At least it gave her something else to do.
The girl landed atop the building, a mere yard away from the sniper.
"Hello! And goodbye." Val stepped closer to the sniper, putting both hands together, her hands glowing, about to blow the guy up. Of course, she wouldn't kill the guy. She was planning on controlling the amount of burst so the guy would live to suffer through it. It was only fair, right? After all, she had her fair share of suffering too. Alexandria Kaltman - "I got you covered!" Alex nodded her head up and down quickly in understanding.
"You can count on me, Proctor!" It wouldn't be the first time she was told to knock Proctor out with her powers. There were other times in previous fights, when Proctor entered her infamous berserker mode. It was honestly terrifying, watching the leader eliminate anything and everything in her path. But it was only if she had to, in those dire situations where someone was in grave danger, or someone was about to be captured. But all those times, Alex was there for her. Despite her previous arguing that it was dangerous to use her powers on her, (The first few times she had accidentally knocked Proctor out for about two days due to her lack of control over her powers. The cause? Alex had accidentally used too high of a voltage) she obliged anyway.
Alex trusted Proctor with her life. The two had been through thick and thin together, which all started by meeting in the facility. But that was looooong ago, and they've been by each other's sides ever since. It was comforting, to have someone you trusted at times like this. Because despite her happy attitude all the time, deep down she had always been rather depressed. But she never told anyone, even Proctor, deciding to just keeping it to herself. It wasn't because she didn't want to appear weak, but because she didn't want anyone to worry.
Facing forward and continuing on, she clenched her fists, forcing herself to push the thoughts of her past aside for now. Her smile had even faltered a bit for once, but she pressed on, her heart now sparking with revenge for the times she was captured. It wasn't just Proctor who was letting loose, Alex was about to unleash her own heII as well.
Alexandria made it to the scene, not sure what she should look at first. The flipped, burning van? The store itself which was now destroyed completely? Val? Otto? There was so much going on at once, but it made her quite excited.
"Need me to help out here?" She motioned with her hand to the man with the cane, who looked to her liked the leader of this whole thing, "Or did you want me to go inside and help out with the boys?"
Jean Kirshner - "Mermaids, huh?"
Jean was in his pajamas and coat too, he didn't bother to change earlier. But if he had known that this was about to happen, he would have put something on beforehand.
Noticing Bisera was shivering, the boy glanced down, pondering for a second of what to do. He had been told never to use his powers outside, but he frowned a bit, deciding just this once would do. He raised his hands as they walked, and a gust of warm air surrounded them and only them. To be fair, it wasn't noticeable at all. Air was just air, so it didn't make a scene or anything. He raised an index finger, pushing it to his lip.
"Don't tell Proctor, alright? I promise I'm not breaking any rules, I'm just warming up the air. You seemed a bit cold." Jean smiled at her, his cheeks and nose had already turned a slight red color from when the cold breeze brushed against his face. It was the least he could do out here in this cold. A jacket or even a coat wasn't going to do much against this. It was funny, because it seemed as if Marco was around here. That boy was a walking freezer.
"That's the Bisera I know!" Jean spoke happily, a little extra pep in his step. He then raised one hand up to his chin, thinking about what she had said.
"You know, I do think mermaids live in the bay!" The boy snapped his fingers, his face lighting up once hers had. "Pretty mermaids, with long flowing hair. They're shy though, they don't like to be around people much." He quickly tried his best to make a good story for her, but she seemed sad, and he began hearing tiny sniffles.
"D-don't worry! The mermaids are gonna be fine! Just like us. They hide from the bad fishermen, but they go back home to their family afterwards and swim around and have fun together." Jean could feel his emotions start to well up as well, but he straightened himself up, trying to be strong as the one in charge. He patted Bisera's shoulder lightly, as an unspoken reminder that everyone is going to be alright.
"No mermaid is going to get lost or taken away. The mermaids are a family, remember? All the mermaids in the bay will defeat the bad fisherman and scare them back to the shore." He gave Bisera two thumbs up. "Oh I'm sure they have multiple languages and accents! One for speaking to humans, and another to speak to fish. The mermaids here probably adapted to our city accents, and Australian mermaids have Australian accents." Hopefully the boy made sense, he couldn't exactly figure out the point he was trying to get across here. The two of them eventually made it to the other side of the bay, and Jean kept looking around for Jade Apple.
{o MG so I just listened to that Knights of Cydonia song by Muse you mentioned before and oh my God it's so PERFECT for this!!!!!!!! Also it took me like five or so hours to type this entire thing up but omg this is great.}
{Also I'm still debating who the tranquilizer is gonna shoot if anyone. uGH I can't decide. And yeah we could add in some faceless agents! Also they can't all get out of this unscathed so at least one of them should get hurt haha. Lastly if you're planning on Proctor going full berserker mode I'm so ready for this. C:}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2017 11:40:29 GMT -5
◈ ---- Despite everything, Everett laughed outloud at Marco's tirade, The Marco Blythe? It was hard to be intimidated by someone you knew for a fact could eat six candy bars in a row without pause. Laughing felt wrong, and odd, but also made him a little lighter, even if the grin was just on the wrong side of manic.
When Otto burst in, he flinched downwards; the emotion in the room doubled and made his head hurt. For a second, he was terribly lightheaded, and felt himself swaying, but it cleared as quickly as it came and his vision righted itself. He'd never been around Otto's powers when they were in full blast like this, only felt the heat from the ceiling above as he went loose in the training hall, and it wasn't pleasant. Sweat was already running down his face and forehead, making his curls stick to his face. Otto was barely even recognizable as a person, and seemed to be doing his damndest to burn down the whole store.
Marco lunged forward, and even managed to hit that blonde lady and snapped Everett out of his hazy daydream. He gave a frightened yelp, "Marco!" As he took a taser to the back, and found his own feet rushing forward. Everett felt a sharp and burning slice of pain across his arm suddenly, and he turned to see the blonde woman turning away from him, blood on her strange little knife-gun. She staggered back, separated by a sudden wall of flames, and Everett ran on, ignoring his ripped coat and arm. Marco managed to kick the agent with the taser away, but now there another one, a girl who looked to be about seventeen, with a knife the length of her arm. She was heading straight for Marco, and Everett didn't even think, he just swung that pole he was holding, wincing at the sickening crunch when it came into contact with her face.
He wasn't used to doing damage, only fixing it, and the young man felt a little ill, but pressed on, ducking past the new agent, who had dropped her knife and was clutching both hands to her face. He noticed the pole now had blood on it. How satisfying. One of the agents who hadn't spoken yet, the short haired girl spoke, was swinging around a scary looking thing and shouting something. Whatever that was she was holding, the other agents did their damndest to get out of the way, so Everett followed suit. He skidded to a stop beside Marco and yanked him back into laying position by his shoulders, "Get down!" ◈ ---- She could take a punch, but she didn't like it. Nell had had worse in her time, this one barely even cause a trickle of blood to flow down her face, passing over her lips, pulled back in a snarl. She put her taser away for now, that things was a little too merciful for her tastes.
The second boyd, Everett, seemed to be in a bit of a daze, and she rushed towards him, knife drawn. His feet gave way a little just before she reached him, and all she managed to do was cut his arm, though she didn't doubt that it was deep. She flicked cylinder on her gun, ready to properly injure this kid, when fire danced before her out of nowhere, and the healer vanished from view. She turned her attention to the dancing ball of flame, shooting into the ceiling. That one was causing a bit too much trouble right now.
She heard a swoosh and a crunch and what sounded like Agent Arce sobbing into her hands before the rookie staggered backwards, blood pumping out from between her fingers. The Agent Lyon pulled out her tranq gun, signalling everyone else that it was time to duck. She grabbed Agent Arce's collar and pulled her down behind a clothing rack, to avoid the projectile. ◈ ---- As scary as it was to be shot at (not that he was scared pfffft), it was satisfying to see the looks on everyone's faces as he set the room alight. Was Blythe jealous? God he hoped so. What a glorious personal victory. Honestly Blythe and Darling were useless, they probably would've died without him. "You guys are so pathetic!" He shouted to be heard over gunfire, "You can't even go on your stupid shopping date without being shot at!"
Even so, it was fun to watch Blythe get tasered, in fact, he felt his stomach drop down when it happened, pierced by fear. He seemed OK, OK enough to fight off the guy who did it. Darling wasn't quite the same, he hadn't moved in about ten seconds, and that scary looking lady looked a lot scary now that Blythe had pee-ed her off, and she had a knife. He was quick enough to stop his friend from being stabbed, but he did keep him from being shot, which must count for something. However, said lady only turned on him then and began shooting, though he managed to dodge her bullets, "You missed- Jesus!" Well, most of them. The searing pain in his foot seemed to indicate that he was invincible.
The sudden pain steered him off course, and he didn't have time to react to what the short haired agent was saying. One second there was a gunshot and the next, his whole world went dark and he was falling to the floor.
◈ ---- Isidore couldn't even moan that this wasn't in the job description, because it was exactly what was in his job description. He'd been up on the roof, doing his job (though even from the tiny speck of Agent Corvidae on the ground, he knew he was in so much trouble when they got back. They were always using him as a scapegoat) when the van suddenly combusted.
The two tiny specks that were Corvidae and Arce separated, the leader to presumably call for a new van, and the rookie to go off and stab something. Did these kids have bombs? They had to. He didn't even see anyone do anything. Blink for one second and you miss the whole thing. Like how he'd blinked again, and there was suddenly a girl on the roof with him. He didn't hesitate, his training had covered this, Isidore rolled onto his back and pulled out his handgun. The great thing about being a sniper was the great aim, though this was an awkward angle. Plus, they really weren't supposed to kill any of these people, just knock them out, which really limited where he could shoot. For now, he just fired a few shots to scare her and rolled off to the side, behind an air vent.
"Was that you?" He had to ask, "Who blew up the van?" Isidore flexed his leg muscles, cramped from laying on the ground for so long, "My stuff was in there." He muttered, slipping a new magazine into his gun, then hesitating, and going for his tranquilizer instead. With this gun he only got one shot, but one shot was all the sniper normally needed.
◈ ---- Proctor skidded to a halt at the scene, her shoes moving forward on the ice even after her legs stopped. There was a serious crowd here, but the tall woman had a way if parting the people. She hesitated, freezing at the sight of the man with the cane. They'd both seen him before, heard the tap of his stick against the ground in nightmares. She'd never learnt his name, only seen his initials, DKC, on a stray form, but he knew just about everything on the escapees.
Proctor turned to Alex, "You take him," She nodded to what she'd always guessed was the leader, "But I'll be right out." It was a promise and a threat and a declaration of war. She always did her best not to let her emotions mix too heavily with her actions, but right now, she was itching for revenge. Once she knew the boys were OK, DKC was going to get a blast from the past.
It's hard to describe someone making a conscious decision to let go of their inhibitions, but that's what Proctor did. She could feel the details of her life blurring until everything she cared about became a colorful and passionate mess, and even pulling names out was difficult; Bisera, Jean, Val, Otto, Everett, that idiot Marco, and Alex. It was good to run over in her head, a good way to stay grounded. She vaulted the broken glass on the front and let go of the names. There were six agents in here, that was a Mode Three call.
The actual physical difference in her was notable. Her hair stood on end, even more then usual, all over her body. Her eyes went dark and glassy, like a shark's, her canines and finger nails elongated into fine points, her skin went tough, and she lost the ability to speak. The only thing that came out of her mouth with a throaty rasp, a sort of panting. For a second, she just stood there, a silhouette the height of the doorframe, confused as to why she was here. Her mind worked slowly, this store was all burnt, on fire in places, gunshot holes in the walls. There was a huge puddle of water in the middle of the room. She saw two very familiar faces, two boys. Who were they? Friends? Yes, they were. There was someone unconscious on the ground, their clothes all burnt up and skin glowing an unhealthy red. She felt a strong rush to protect whoever that was, and also guilt, for some reason, and even let out a little whine. Then someone shot her.
She wasn't sure who, in fact it barely grazed her now leathery cheek. She wasn't even bleeding, but her head had been snapped in the opposite direction. She turned in her, a low growl building up in her throat, lips curled back to show off her teeth. She didn't know these people. Maybe she did, from somewhere very dark and very cold, but she recognized their scents and the look in their eyes and she remembered why she was here. Proctor opened her mouth and roared, there's no other word for it, lunging forward towards the nearest agent.
It was a mixture of speed and the length of her legs, she was across the room in half a second, picked up a dark haired man, fingers (claws?) digging into the small of his back and his scalp, swung him around and tossed him into a blonde woman, sending them both sprawling across the floor. It felt good. A young girl behind her with a broken nose had picked up a huge knife, but when she came forward, Proctor stepped into her assault, grabbed her by the elbow and shoulder and janked them in opposite directions, hearing a snap and then a scream. This girl was tossed too. These people were so light.
There was spit dripping off her chin now, three other enemies here, two women and a man. Proctor straightened up to full height and flexed her fingers, before dashing towards them.
◈ ---- She nodded, listening to what Jean said, wiping tears from her eyes and cheeks. Her nose had gone all cold, so had her fingers in fact, so it felt good to rub them together and generate some heat. When he patted her shoulder, she leant into the contact. It was reassuring. She used to go about on her own, but it seemed like a distant memory now, almost as if it had never happened. Upon being given two thumbs up, she echoed the action, giving a little watery smile, "Yeah, you're right."
She nodded harder, trying to convince herself, "You know a lot about mermaids, Jean." She giggled, a little timidly, but with more feeling as she pressed into it, "You should be one. Though you're more like a bird." Bisera danced up onto her tiptoes and patted his shoulder back, giving it a little rub. Out of all of her friends, she was glad it was Jean she was with - the others weren't always so much fun, and they didn't know what to say sometimes.
Bisera felt better, braver, by the time they crossed the bay, and a little ashamed of how quickly she'd cried, but she stayed holding his hand. Her mind was clear now, and she was able to assess what was happening - they had to stick together. Neither of them had guns, or even overly offensive abilities. She'd be useless in a fight, even if the agent worse a lot of jewelry. She'd been working with Proctor to learn how to crystallise her knuckles, to properly hurt someone, but it hadn't gone so well. She ranged from not being able to chickening out at the last minute to accidently knocking three of Proctor's teeth out (the big lady had insisted it was fine, but Bisera had still felt guilty for weeks. At least they now knew Everett could mend shattered bone)
There was a man up standing on a balcony of an old fishing house, he hadn't moved in a while, "Jean," She whispered, "I think that guy is staring at us." She might've been paranoid, or maybe he was just a kind old fisherman who was concerned about young folk in their pajamas, but if Bisera was an evil agent, she'd have someone watching the docks, right? "Should we run?" She wanted to run, run all the way back to Powerscourt, but Jean was in charge, so she just hung onto his hand, tightening her grip.
i know cx our replies have been getting longer and longer since this started! talk about a wild ride.
I'm only seeing your note about the tranquilizer now after I typed the thing about Otto!!! sorry!! :00 i can undo that if you want
We could have someone/a few people be captured, and the others have to plan something and break them out? If Proctor gets captured, they're without a leader, and with Val they can't just blow up a wall to get her out, or maybe Jean and Bisera and everyone freaks out bc the CHILDREN are in JAIL? idk
also is otto totally naked?? i have no idea. poor guy.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 29, 2017 4:41:02 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "AhhhhHHHHHHH!!!! Got ya! Just in time too." Amidst all the noises and chaos, Marco could hear Everett's little laugh after he mentioned that he was the Marco Blythe. Marco could only roll his eyes, moving his hand back to rub the spot where the taser had made contact with him. The boy was starting to feel a bit drowsy, and all the pain and exhaustion was starting to settle in at once. It didn't help that he was now just feet away from three agents. The boy certainly loved to find himself in those bad situations, since he was always in them. In his defense, he had been in the heat of the moment when he punched the blonde lady. He had wanted to tick her off, and he had easily succeeded.
Marco kind of understood what Otto was going for, which was burning down the whole store. But the boy was doing it with wild, reckless abandon. He was almost literally bouncing the walls, helping Everett out by casting his fire to separate him from the agents. Now that he thought about it, the sprinklers must have had a malfunction or was turned off, because there was no water coming from them. To others, it probably felt like a furnace in there. But to Marco, it felt like a nice, relaxing sauna. The heat was warm against his skin, and he had to thank Otto for that later. He even thought about persuading the guy to stand near him in that state. Oh, how nice and warm that would be.
After he had pummeled the blonde woman in the face, (He was happy it finally got her to shut up, now able to think clearly without all her nonsense) the blonde lady (Whom he called chéri, or darling in English, because he didn't actually know her name) had turned to Everett with a sharp-looking weapon. Marco was too late to warn Everett, staring as the boy took a deep cut to the arm.
"You should worry about yourself more."
But Everett didn't seem to let the wound bother him. He could tell because Everett freaking whacked a younger girl in the face. Needless to say, Marco was impressed.
The next second, Blythe felt like he was staring death in the face, staring at the projectile as it flew right towards him, but was suddenly yanked down by Everett. His body smacked against the hard ground, but he nodded as a thanks to Everett.
"Ah, so it speaks. I didn't recognize you for a second." Marco teased the younger boy, glancing over only to watch him start to fall. Marco scrambled over to the boy, catching him before he collided head-first into the ground. He didn't mind that the boy was still smoldering, in fact the ice wielder barely noticed. If anything, it was like holding a warm bowl of food. Marco moved away from the action and set the boy down on the floor as far away as he could from the agents. Sometimes, Marco even surprised himself. But he still had good in left in him, even for the boy who was his polar opposite.
Valerie Byrne - "Oh f-" Valerie clicked her tongue in annoyance as the sniper moved away before she could hit him. But that was partly due to her alerting him before she actually used her powers. She was the kind of person who spoke before thinking, saying whatever came to her mind. It was counterintuitive, but she couldn't help herself. As the man fired a few shots, Val had lost her concentration, ducking away from them.
"Sounds like you've never heard of me. Let's keep it that way." Val spoke, firing off an explosion in his direction, causing damage to the air vent. "Too bad, it's not like I care about your belongings." Valerie added, shrugged her shoulders. The explosion artist took a running position, bolting towards the air vent she saw him hide behind. She didn't use her explosions this time to propel herself, she didn't need to. He was just ducked behind a nearby air vent a few paces away. She couldn't see the tranquilizer he was holding, but she was ready for anything. Or at least she would hope.
When Val spotted the sniper in his crouched position, she didn't hesitate to set off a large explosion, as large and powerful as the one meant to obliterate the van. She had a feeling that a single explosion was all she needed, turning her palms towards her and glancing down at her charred, blackened palms. Whatever happened to the suffering part, she didn't know. Maybe it was because this guy seemed so calm that it ticked her off. There was just something off about him that she really hated. The young woman was breathing heavily, due to her constantly moving around everywhere since they left, and also because she was still hyped up with adrenaline.
Anyway, Valerie didn't even know if the guy was alive. But like she said before, it's not like she cared. She waited for the smoke to clear impatiently, using her hands a fan to try and get the smoke away from her face. She knew she was going to smell burnt after this, as the smell was definitely going to cling to her.
But right as she thought she was the one victorious, she glanced down to see that a tranquilizer dart had pierced her chest. That explained why the edges of her vision were starting to go dark. Her body began to felt heavy, and she cursed loudly before collapsing on the roof of the building. She didn't even get to see what happened to the man unfortunately. Was he dead? Was he still alive and going to take her back with him? She would find out the next time she woke up. Alexandria Kaltman - "You disgust me." It took a minute, but Alexandria recognized the man after he tapped his cane on the ground, walking towards the store. The all too familiar tap...tap...tap made her heart start to pound. There was no word to describe how she felt about this man. She hated, loathed, detested him. She had countless negative feelings towards him, and she knew for a fact Proctor did too. Alex clenched her fists so hard her knuckles turned white.
So this was that man, then. She never had a good visual of him, he had always checked up on her after the experiments, when her vision was hazy and she felt like she was about to die. She too recalled his initials written on documents; DKC. Alex waited for Proctor's commands, glaring the man down. Her entire body was physically shaking with anger and excitement and revenge all at once. The girl just couldn't contain herself, couldn't stand still. She was ready to exterminate him. Alex rarely showed it, but she had a savage side too. It wasn't anything like Proctor going berserk, though. She could still control herself, and her teeth didn't grow sharp. Alex was simply surrounded by a fury of lightning, pupils constricting. She was rarely ever this mad, but just looking at him made her disgusted. In her own little savage side, anyone she touched would be electrocuted to a crisp, and it almost seemed like she was harassing the power of the sun it was so bright.
She didn't take the time to respond, the girl was so riled up that she immediately leaped towards the man, shooting her fist out towards him. She knew never to underestimate any of these agents, as they probably had at least a million weapons and a million tricks up their sleeves. But all she had to do was make physical contact with him, and it would be over. Maybe. Unless they somehow found a way to turn her powers against herself (Or based a new weapon off of her), but she didn't want to think of anything of the sort right now. She was bloodthirsty, ready to kill this man once and for all. As far as she knew, he was the one responsible for everything bad that happened to all of them. Agent Elliott Wolfe And Agent Sebastian Strange And Agent Ashton 'Ash' Black And Agent Jessica Lyon - "What even is that thing?" After the flame boy was down and all of the chaos had died down a bit, Elliott Wolfe pointed his tranq gun at Everett, the closest one to him. But before he was able to fire, his attention turned to the front of the store, where a loud roar sounded. He immediately aimed for the thing, pulling the trigger. But it didn't exactly seem to work. That thing appeared to need an army to take her down. Suddenly, the man could feel a sharp pain in his back and scalp, and the next second he was thrown, colliding with Nell. He could feel blood start to drip down his body, and the man winced. He placed his hand on the wall, using it to help stand up.
"God, how do we deal with that thing?" Wolfe spoke, before adding, "Don't get close to it, Arce!" But it was too late. He could hear aloud snap, as bones were bent in the wrong directions. Honestly, he felt bad for the rookie. She had a broken nose, as well as a new broken bone in the upper arm/shoulder area. But between all of the agents, Jessica sure had a lot of work to do when they got back. At least they were all in one piece. Hopefully he wasn't speaking too soon.
"Corvidae!" Wolfe shouted in the microphone, as none of them appeared to have any idea how to beat this monster. He wasn't aware of the situation out there, with the van blowing up, and Alex charging at him. When he didn't get a response, he growled in annoyance.
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Sebastian had fired his AK-47 at the thing, but even that didn't seem to help at all. It still wasn't stopping, charging straight at him. Sebastian ran to the side, hoping it would smash in the wall.
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Ashton took out her butcher knife, ignoring Wolfe's words to not get close. While the beast was distracted with Sebastian, she charged at it from behind, hoping to stab through it's tough skin. She attempted multiple times, hitting it with her butcher knife in different places before backing away, not wanting to be thrown like the rest.
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At the same time, Jessica had made her way across the debris of everything to the rookie, Ramona Arce, to see if she could do anything for now. The awkward position her arm was in was unsettling. She had to fix the joints and pop it back into place, so the bones could heal correctly.
"Hold still, Arce. I'm sorry in advance." Lyon moved behind Agent Arce, to get a better grip. Without warning, the medic popped the joints back into place, so at the very least the arm was in the right position again, and not all bent out of shape. That was really the only thing she could do for the moment, pulling out a tissue from her pocket to hand to the girl for the blood coming out of her broken nose.
If the tranq's weren't going to work through the tough skin, or it wasn't enough of a kick through her system, then nothing was really going to work. The young woman was about ready to retreat before any of this turned into causalities. But of course, she didn't have a say in anything. She doubted Corvidae ever wanted to retreat, but with the amount of powered kids here now, that was their best option.
Jean Kirshner - "We should be safe in here."
Jean continued walking along the docks, not seeing anything labelled Jade Apple. It frustrated him more than it should really, causing him to grumble and kick at the ground.
"Yeah, I guess I do know a lot about mermaids, haha!" Jean ran a hand through his hair, giving her a warm smile. His dimples were clearly visible this time, happy to know that he helped calm her down. "You think I should be one?" He mused, turning his head to stare at the seemingly endless water. "I do suppose I would be more like a bird though. An eagle, maybe!" He raised his finger in thought. "Maybe a seagull, since we're near water." The boy chuckled in thought, as all he could think of was him gliding through the air like a bird.
When she stood on her tiptoes to pat him back, he turned his attention towards her once more. Guess he was daydreaming, or lost in thought, because it completely slipped his mind that they were 'criminals' and that there were people who wanted to take them away. It all came back to him when Bisera had notified him of a strange person staring at them.
The boy tensed up and his eyes widened slightly, trying not to act too panicked. But it was already pretty obvious.
The teen clutched Bisera's hand tighter and began walking-no, running-away from the strange man. Even if it wasn't an agent, they still had to be careful. Jean had accidentally managed to overhear some of the other member's stories about what happened to him in the 'facility', and this was enough to make the boy scared out of his mind. Maybe...maybe he wasn't ready to go with the others in a real fight after all. The poor boy felt almost as if he was going to have a panic attack.
He couldn't seem to form words, in fact, he didn't even know what he would say to Bisera. He knew she would understand the running part though, and that strange men were never a good sign. He didn't run back to Powerscourt, no. They weren't to return there unless the others came and found them. So he just ran, with no exact destination in mind. Whoever that guy was, they were already far away from him.
Ironically, when Bisera stopped to take her breath (Jean was never tired after running, thanks to his abilities) he found a sign labelled Jade Apple.
"Look at that, we're here!" He tried to act as if nothing happened just now. It was best to forget the past...right? After about a minute of scanning the area while Bisera caught her breath, he gently lead her to an old shack. That was probably where Proctor wanted him to go, right? Well, it was good enough. The boy shut the door after Bisera came in, practically jumping as the door made some ungodly screeching sound. There didn't seem to be any furniture there, it was just an empty, abandoned shed. He walked over and sat down against one of the far walls with a sigh, glancing up at Bisera.
{Oh it's ok! You don't have to fix anything. C:}
{Also fair warning I literally don't know anything about medical stuff but I'm trying. XD}
{And maybe both Isidore and Val are now out of commission before the moment? Maybe once the boys, Proctor, and Alex are done, they'll have to carry both Otto and Valerie back haha.}
{But yES THE CHILDREN SHOULD GET CAPTURED.}
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2017 11:05:41 GMT -5
◈ ---- "I'm plenty careful." he responded to Marco, clutching the wound on his arm to try and stunt the blood flow. Out of habit, his fingers felt warm and pleasant for a brief moment. But it passed, and the wound remained gaping and painful. He felt bile rise up in the back of his throat as he stared at his own blood, and blinked hard three times to battle the wave of sickness. Huddled on the ground beside Marco, Everett flinched and clasped his hands over his ears at the loud gunshot, and opened his eyes just in time to see Otto go out and fall to the ground. He dropped his pole with a gasp, and was on his feet as well when Marco rushed forwards to catch him, "Here, let me." Everett's hands heated up for right this time, skimming over Otto's body, lighting up at the palms. In the opposite way he'd first healed Marco's frostbitten hands, he was fighting to cool Otto's body down, and smooth out the burns marks around his calloused fingers.
At the sound of someone coming in, he froze, staring with his dilated pupils. Seeing Everett with dark eyes instead of his normal pale ones could be unnerving, but not as unnerving as seeing Proctor in Mode Three. He'd see her like this once; a few months before, up north, a couple of them had been grabbed. Not by agents it turned out, just evil people who found a bunch of kids lying low. The thing about this incident was that now these people knew their faces, and they couldn't risk that information getting back to the agency, so Proctor had killed them all. It wasn't just her, of course, but there couldn't even be proper remains left afterwards, so their bodies had been ripped to shreds. Her whole face was covered in blood, because after awhile she stopped using her hands, though there were suspicious dark stains under her fingernails for days.
He was glad to see her all the same. It was a total relief, there was no denying it. These people didn't play fair, so why should they? "Marco, don't move." He muttered, those his eyes fluttered shut as his powers took over, focusing on Otto's body, trying to wake him up. "When she's like this, she can get confused." His voice was slurring again, and his head dipped forward and then back, nearly knocking him over. ◈ ---- One second Nell was raising her gun, cursing under her breath to see the Bernadette girl again without the proper taser, the next the wind was knocked out of her by Agent Wolfe and she was slammed to the ground. "Forget your gun, idiot." She pushed away from him and scrambled up, just as Agent Arce was sent in the other direction, "Get your taser out, and don't hold back." She put her own weapon away, still dripping with the blood of the healer, and snapped out her black taser, twisting the dial on it up to maximum.
Proctor could feel the gunshot against her skin, and the blast from Agent Strange hurt more than the others, but it was bruise level pain where it should've been maiming, at least. He bounced out of the way at the last second, and she spun off from the wall she slammed into, taking some of the plaster with it. Rather than try to grab him as he twisted away, she clawed at the air, hoping to catch his face. Her logic was simple - he couldn't shoot her if she could get his eyes. Feeling sharp pain in her side, she turned sharply to see the dark haired woman dance away from her. She was quicker than the others, and Proctor lunged afterwards, adding a swipe to each step. She was bleeding slightly from where the knife had gotten her, but she barely felt it, her roar was one of annoyance that the agent wouldn't stand still than one of pain. Changing tactics, Proctor opened her jaws wider and snapped at her, trying to hook into the soft flesh under her clothes.
Ramona felt drowsy and was sobbing a little on the ground. She wanted to blackout, wanted to sink into painless nothingness, but that's not what an agent did, and she fought to stay awake. She barely registered Agent Lyon crossing the room to her, and opened her mouth to murmur something, but was cut off by another scream as her bones were shoved back into their rightful place. The scream made her nose ache along it's shattered bridge, and her hand shook when she took the handkerchief from Lyon ad pressed it gently to her face. She'd managed to keep her knife beside her, thankfully. This would've been a real disaster if she'd lost it. ◈ ---- They seemed in sync, of some kind. Isidore had natural rhythm, he liked to think it helped him on the job. It was easier to guess where to shoot if you could guess where someone was going to be in the next few seconds. It wasn't a skill, or a conscious decision, but coincidence. Not everyone believed in coincidence but Isidore did. That was why he turned out from hiding to shoot just as she raised her palms and the whole world was rocked onto it's side.
He was tumbling through the air, twisting over and over, the left side of his body was on fire (literally? perhaps), and he kept turning until he slammed into the hard concrete of the roof again, and felt his grip on the waking world slip. Had he got her? Yes. He was confident of his own abilities. He wasn't confident about much, but his skills as a sniper and coincidences held a special place in his heart. Would it count for anything if he was about to die? Maybe not. At least they wouldn't call him useless in his obituary. ◈ ---- The air crackled, and stank of ozone, and Corvidae slowly turned around, hanging up the phone after just ordering another van, stat. He knew who was here, he never forgot any of them. And these two ladies in particular drew a lot of attention.
How Alexandria Kaltman and Bernadette Proctor had managed to blend in and fade away after all this time was beyond him, they'd never struck him as the 'blending' type. They'd both been terrific fighters, never once cooperated, never once made things easy. There'd been tears, of course, and begging, but never bargaining. He could respect that, in an annoyed sort of way.
Bernadette turned away from him after muttering something to Alexandria and headed into the shop, a sure fire sign that he was going to need a new team by the end of the day. The ground of civilians around the store had taken out their phones, drawn to the energy around the woman standing there. She did not look happy to see him. Corvidae met her gaze and straightened his tie.
Her fist was suddenly crackling towards him and he cursed, ducking backwards. The two women had been handfuls in their own ways; a fool would assume Bernadette was the worst of the two simply because of her destructive power, but Alexandria was playing with one-hit-kills. She was the only enhanced he'd ever met who could do that. Damocles' reflexes weren't what they used to be, mainly due to his injury, and this one was a close call, he could feel his skin become singed simply from it's proximity to her fist
"You're looking lovely, Alexandria." He pulled back and straightened up, a burnt black line stretching across his face, "How's life on the road been?" He raised his cane and swung it outwards, an unusual weapon, but still weighed, "You know, we used to have nicknames for you two. Back in the day." Talking about the past may unnerve her a little, and any opening was a good one, "Beauty and the Beast. Hilarious, I know."
He was distracted by an explosion on a roof nearby, "Cobb." He hissed, dread filling his body. A dead sniper was never a good thing. This city was full of these people. This mission was coming to an end. He snapped into his ear piece, "Exodus. Two minutes. Over." Then a voice from one of the foot soliders by the dock crackled back, loud enough to be heard by Alexandria, "Sir, we have two enhanced suspects by in the shipyard. Bring them in now. Over."
◈ ---- She ran with him, her free hand clutching at her pajama bottoms, hair bouncing wild as they ran. When she looked back the strange man was gone, but it didn't fill her with relief. She sucked in mouthfuls of freezing sea air and didn't ask any questions, just did her best to keep up with Jean.
Bisera was surprisingly heavy. She wasn't a good runner, or swimmer, and always seemed to be carrying rocks in her pockets. The others had guessed that it was an effect of her ability, that she was naturally more dense, hence her ferrokinesis. Made sense to her. There were lots of things that the Powerscourt kids didn't know for certain, but they didn't question them too hard. Living in the moment was nice enough.
The Jade Apple was pretty ugly. Inside was damp and cold, and there was a bad draft, but it looked like no one had come in here for years, so there was no chance of being found, at least. She didn't want to bring it up again, she really didn't, but Bisera couldn't ignore the bubbling in her lungs, "Do you think he was an agent?" She bit her lip, the reality of this now sinking in, "He could've been, right?"
There were no windows, so they couldn't see the offices slowly closing in around the shed, the way they were one-by-one ticking off all the hiding spots in the area. Bisera crossed the room and huddled up next to Jean, trying to preserve some warmth. "I hope he wasn't." She whispered, burying her face in her coat collars.
part of me is like not the children D: and another part of me is all YES THE CHILDREN >:3)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jul 30, 2017 4:46:55 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "Heh, Proctor." "Says the one who got cut." Marco spoke in a joking manner, but there was a slight sense of worry for the guy. As instructed, Marco left Otto for the healer to take care of, walking a few paces to lean his exhausted body against the wall. Because he had stood up so quickly to catch Otto, his head didn't feel that great, and his eyesight danced with black spots. Once his vision cleared, he continued to stare at what appeared to be Proctor. Or, at least what used to be Proctor. She was now this huge werewolf-like thing, flinging the agents around everywhere. He held back a chuckle, one because Proctor looked rather hilarious to him, and two because she straight up roared.
When Everett told him not to move, the boy obliged, not exactly wanting to get caught in that mayhem which was Proctor.
It was actually amusing, watching the agents get thrown around like they were rag dolls. Be it his twisted sense of humor, but he was happy it wasn't any of the ability wielders struggling for once.
From a spectator's perspective instead of being the one in the fight, he could actually relax a little. It wasn't his problem right now, and that felt great. The ice bender was seriously stressed out from the standoff earlier.
The boy's body temperature continued to return to normal, and the feeling returned to his body. Except for his hands. When he looked down at them, they were shaky and a bit black on the fingers from frostbite. Marco didn't want to bother the healer though, who was currently working on Otto. The guy sure had a lot of work to do, considering everyone in Powerscourt seemed a bit reckless to say the least. He shook his hands at his sides a bit to try and regain some feeling in them, clenching and unclenching his fists a few times. Meanwhile, the only good thing about it was that the ice bender wasn't able to feel how bad it was due to how numb his hands were.
His eyes trailed off to the millions of pieces of glass, then up a bit until he was staring outside. Marco had to squint a bit because it was so bright out there, but he was able to make out a rather large crowd, all on their phones trying to record something. Marco wasn't able to get a good look, but he did see some lightning and an explosion in the distance. The boy smiled a bit, happy to know he had people to back him up. After many long years of being alone, he felt like he finally had a family again.
Agent Elliott Wolfe And Agent Sebastian Strange And Agent Ashton 'Ash' Black And Agent Jessica Lyon - "Well, this hurts." Elliott Wolfe put his gun back, switching it out for his taser and flicking it on to hear the familiar cracking noises. The man was breathing heavily, still shaken by the searing pain in his back from where he was dug into. The dark-haired man turned the dial on the taser to maximum as well, before tugging on the sleeves of his suit jacket. Elliott pulled off the now ripped suit jacket, tossing it over his shoulder. It was too warm and constricting, but regretted it instantly once the pain of moving kicked in, causing him to grimace. The warm liquid running down his back just made everything more unsettling. If they were gonna take this thing down, they were gonna need to coordinate their attacks. Elliott glanced back at Nell, raising an eyebrow as if to ask, You thinking what I'm thinking?
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Agent Strange's eyes widened, watching in horror as the monster swiped at him. He saw her claws gradually appear closer and closer, and the next moment he was on the floor, yelling and writhing in pain while his large gun skidded across the floor. It had managed to claw one of his eyes, leaving him half-blind. The man just laid there, expecting more suffering his way, but nothing happened. With his good eye, he could just make out Agent Black stabbing the monster with her butcher knife.
Once this was all over, he was as good as useless. What good was a scout without two eyes?
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Black was too slow, no match for the beast either. It managed to sink it's teeth into the soft flesh on her side, dragging her into the air with it's powerful jaws before tossing her against the wall with a loud thump. Taking out this...thing...was not the job for a former assassin, this was a job for a madman. Ashton didn't move for a good few seconds, before propping herself up with her arm, stomach lurching while staring at a pool of her blood on the floor. The others...didn't seem to have much luck either. Almost everyone in the store was injured in some way, and with the amount of bullet holes in the walls and blood that was splattered, it looked like a mass murder had taken place. But no, everyone was alive and suffering.
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This was not a situation for a first-aid kit, most of these injuries required serious attention. Jessica's attention was focused on Everett, with his glowing hands. If only she had powers like that, then healing everyone would be a breeze. She was the only one who seemed to be without an injury, which meant she was probably going to have to drag everyone out of here and into the van. Hearing the two minute call, she began to lead Agent Arce towards the door, getting her away from the fight first. The young girl couldn't afford another injury, she had already screamed bloody murder, twice. Alexandria Kaltman - "No...NO!!!" Alexandria yelled out in annoyance as the man ducked to the side. However she couldn't stop her momentum, and her fist came in hard contact with a brick building, leaving her knuckles bloody.
The more he spoke to her, the more she lost her temper. She tried her absolute hardest not to let his words get to her, instead constantly going in for the attack as he spoke, keeping a constant rhythm but switching up her moves so her movements couldn't be easily read. But the man kept dodging, refusing to let her touch him while she had unleashed her powers. Even with the cane, he was still a slippery man. She'd expected no less from the man who acted as the agent's babysitter.
The older man had managed to fling his cane towards her, and she couldn't move away in time, carrying through with her previous attack. The cane hit her directly in the ribs, causing her to fly back and skid on the icy surface of the street. If it broke any bones, she didn't know. She just continued with her variety of attacks. Right kick, jab, left hook, left kick, and so on.
Even at the Beauty and the Beast statement, she refused to respond, as much as she wanted to. She had to admit, the man sure had a way with words. Bringing up the past meant digging up all her worst nightmares, but the girl only bit her lip to keep from breaking her focus, which was exactly what he wanted. She could taste blood, taking her little method of distraction too far by accidentally biting too hard.
But as she went in for yet another right hook, a different voice caught her attention, one from the earpiece he spoke into just moments before.
"Sir, we have two enhanced suspects by in the shipyard..."
Hearing that immediately shattered her rhythm and the woman hesitated, eyes widening as it occurred to her who they were talking about. Jean and Bisera...they were in danger. Huge danger. She knew they could both fight. She had seen them in combat before (Only practice though), and was there the time Bisera knocked some of Proctor's teeth out. They would both able to put up a good fight, especially if they felt threatened. But to be outnumbered by experienced agents who had a variety of weapons...that would prove to be a little too much for them. It was certainly hard for her to fight at a younger age, before she got a grip on her powers, when she was reluctant to kill. But killing seemed to be the only way of ensuring that everyone was safe. Of course, she knew the two of them would be too afraid to even think of taking another's life. So that was out of the question.
For some reason, this all felt like her fault. She knew it wasn't, but maybe it was the fact that she wasn't there to do anything that made her stomach drop. In a sense, she felt powerless. There was no way she could go all the way back there to help them. Nobody could. The port was too far, and the two kiddos were probably surrounded at this very second.
Alexandria just had a bad feeling that they would be taken to the lab, no matter how good of a fight they put up. And oh boy, did Alex know full well what that meant. The girl was already traumatized from her time in the lab, and there was no way she was going to let the two youngest experience the agonizing torture. They were too pure, too innocent.
"Don't you DARE take them in!" Alexandria begged, though it was more of a demand at this point. She didn't know what else to say, didn't know what else to do. Alex just stood there, catching her breath from her continuous attacks. The lightning that had been surrounding her had calmed until there wasn't even a crackle of energy, and she stood there, just a few feet away from the man she knew as DKC. Again, she kept her glare, but this time there was something else. Fear, worry. Her biggest weakness had to be everyone else in Powerscourt. She was afraid to see any of them hurt, and she would do everything in her power to help, even if it cost her life (Much to Proctor's reluctance). But right now she was stuck in this terrible situation. Alexandria ran over and grabbed the man by his collar, getting up close and personal, staring slightly up at him. Her powers started coming to life again, crackling and surrounding her. Unfortunately, she couldn't kill him now. If she did, there would be nobody with high authority.
"Call off your men NOW!" Her voice was wavering slightly. Her right hand was clutching the area over her ribcage, guessing that hit from the cane did do some real damage. Alex wanted to believe that her begging would be enough, but it wasn't like he was going to give in. If anything, he would probably try and use it to his advantage. Her grip on his collar was tight though, letting him know she wasn't going to take no for an answer. Alex meant business.
Jean Kirshner - "This is just a nightmare, right?"
When Bisera asked him if that was an agent, Jean buried his head in his hands.
"I'm not exactly sure myself." The boy admitted, but had a sneaking suspicion it was. The boy let out a long sigh, trying to calm down his racing heart. The poor boy was afraid, he just wanted to go home too. He didn't want to face reality, didn't want to live like this. Jean couldn't understand why he was labelled as a dangerous criminal, like the rest of them. In fact, he didn't know why any of them were criminals. They were just trying to defend themselves from government agents for crying out loud! This wasn't any of their fault, so why were they being hunted like wild animals?
Jean felt Bisera brush up against him, huddling for warmth. The boy looked up at her, but wasn't able to hold the gaze for long. This time, there was no reassuring smile to go along with it. Only fear and a frown.
"It...it probably was." He hated to admit it to the younger girl. He didn't want her to be afraid, but it was obvious that he was. The boy took off his coat, laying it over Bisera. He didn't need his coat after all, (He could regulate the air around him) so might as well give it to someone who needed it. Her small shaking gave it away.
The wind outside was loud, whistling as it passed by in gusts. That drowned out any sounded of footsteps, so neither of them had any idea that a swarm of agents were right outside the small shack, about to surround them and take them in.
Jean cast a worried look as he cast his gaze down to the floor, nodding his head in agreement. He wanted to tell her that everything was going to be ok still, but that would be a blatant lie. He couldn't stop running through all of the possible bad things that could happen, but that made everything worse. He felt like he was actually living a nightmare instead of the nightmares in dreams where you can just wake up and everything would be ok. The sixteen year old was beginning to lose his sanity it seemed, as he anxiously awaited his friend's return. Even though it hadn't been that long, it had felt like ages.
He had managed to keep himself from having a panic attack just a while ago, but he was on a thin line now. The boy turned his body away from Bisera, not wanting her to see him in this fragile state. He buried his face deep in his hands, feeling tears stream down his face. But he didn't make any noise, just cried silently to himself. This was all too much for him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2017 6:17:47 GMT -5
Everett DarlingEverett sat back, panting, sweat running off his forehead. He'd done all he could for Otto's body, even healed the bullet hole in his left heel, but the tranquilizer coursing through his veins was beyond Everett's abilities. That was worrying. So far, the only limit he'd found were that of his own injuries, such as a gash that was still weeping blood on his upper arm, but that was easily shrugged off, it was a mental issue, a matter of confidence. This was science. He couldn't argue with science.
He wiped his forehead with his blood-free arm and leaned back against the wall, watching the carnage. Was it bad to be happy that these people were suffering? At what point did bitterness become justifiable? He didn't have the energy for an ethical debate right now. He briefly locked eye contact with the short haired woman, the only agent to be, so far, uninjured. She looked strange to him, and he could only imagine how he looked to her; still faintly glowing, pupils still blown up to cover his entire iris. He didn't even know her, and he hated her. He hated all of them, and he was glad they were getting the malt kicked out of them. God help that medic though, she was going to have her work cut out for her on the journey home.
He could see Marco smiling out of the corner of his eye, though his vision was blurry. What a man, to be finding something to smile about now. The muscles in Everett's face scoffed at the mere idea of turning his mouth upwards right now, his whole body was shutting down from the toll of trying, and failing, to flush the drugs out of Otto's body. It was like trying to make a jigsaw puzzle piece fit when it just wasn't made that way, his whole body felt stretched. "He's never gone to let you forget this one," Everett warned, "Otto will hold the time he saved us over our heads until we die." They'd ruined this poor shop, for sure. There was blood everywhere, like someone had killed a pig. He heavily nudged his ice wielder friend, "Could you," he gestured to some parts of the shop that were on fire, "Do something about that? Please?" His voice was slurred again, making him a little hard to understand, "And you should get the clothes too, wherever they are. I mean, you payed for them." There were flashes of light outside, and he was 90% certain he'd heard an explosion earlier, meaning that the Destruction Girls were here, and doing what they do best. He expected Jean and Bisera too, but was glad they never appeared. They'd be safer hidden at Powerscourt, this wasn't a fight for them.
Almost suddenly, the agents seemed to be scrambling away after their ear pieces crackled with something. He wasn't expecting Proctor to let any of them go, but she was standing funny, leaning against a stall, and her breathing seemed louder. She'd been hurt, somehow. Hats off to whoever managed that one. They must've used their tasers, or had silver bullets or something. Everett wasn't a fan of Proctor's 'Mode Three', to be quite frank. It brought out the worst in her, and normally he was the one who had to clean up any collateral damage, plus, afterwards she was moody and sullen. Also plus, she'd have burn marks wherever Alex got her when she was being calmed down. More cleaning up.
Right now, his head felt empty and light, and the thought of healing someone else made him feel ill. Was it possible that some of the drugs had gotten into his blood stream, or been transferred to him? That blonde lady could've laced her knife after all. He didn't feel 'normal'.
Damocles Killian Corvidae It got close a few times. Very close. He'd been hoping that Alexandria and the others would've let themselves slip over time, that they'd be rusty with their powers after being afraid to expose themselves in public, but he hoped in vain. They must've been training, it was the only explanation. Somewhere, and somehow, they'd found the time and privacy to practise fighting. These kids really didn't know when to stay down, did they? Not yet anyway. But anyone could learn, with time.
Her response to his call was interesting. It wasn't unusual for enhanced subjects to lose their empathy, or even loyalty to each other. There had been cases of them ratting each other out, or blindly following instructions to injure one another, without so much as a sliver of regret. He didn't judge them based on this, it was a survival instinct, something he could understand. The most primary test they performed on these people was one-on-one combat after all, it helped to establish a sort of hierarchy among them, and see what they could really do.
Alexandria hadn't lost her ability to make connections, clearly. That was to be expected, of course, she was living in this little pack after all, and had stuck with Bernadette after all these years, even after everything they had been subjected to. What was most surprising however was the way her lightning vanished when she pleaded. She really was baring her heart here. Fascinating young lady. When she rushed him and grabbed his collar, it did take him by surprise. Damocles didn't flinch or pull back but stared into her eyes for a moment. In this close proximity, the lightning rolling off her make his clothes crackle and smoulder. He spoke into the earpiece, "Bring them in."
The new van pulled up, a replica of the old one, and more soliders poured out. Some ran for the building that Cobb had been perched on, going to collect his body or bring him home, Damocles didn't know. They would ignore whatever else was up there, this was an evacuation now, not a cleanup. Only take our own. Except for the two down by the docks. Now surrounded by his own men, Damocles felt confident enough to shake Alexandria's grip off and take a step backwards. Her reaction was certainly telling - where these two special to her? Or just special in general? Meeting them would be interesting. He snapped again into his earpiece, "Agents, we are rolling out of here, right now. Get into the van or you're left behind." He lingered a second long, still levelling her gaze, "If you want them, you know where to find us." It was a cheap taunt, but he meant it. This time, let them come to him, he was done chasing.
Nell Briar, Ramona Arce, Bernadette Proctor Nell nodded at Wolfe and rushed forwards in time with him. Bernadette Proctor was too busy taking a bite out of Agent Black (going to leave a mark) to react in time to the double assault from behind her. She could see Strange huddled in a corner, blood pumping out of his face and, despite herself, winced. Dear Lord. The gloves were certainly off. The dull throb over her whole body, particularly in her right leg and her punched nose, felt vindicated as both she and Wolfe rammed their tasers into the small of her back, right at the nerve endings. Anyone else would've been down, maybe for life, but it took a few terrifying moments for the currents to do their job here. For a very scary moment, Nell wasn't convinced it had worked, and that they'd just put themselves right up against her for no reason other than to annoy her more, but then she made a pained grunting noise and staggered backwards, eyes scrunched up in pain, doubled over and swaying. She was about to go in again when Agent Corvidae's voice appeared in her ear. She'd never been so relieved to hear that phrase. "You heard him," Nell grabbed Agent Black's arm and pulled her up, no time to be gentle, "Let's go!"
Ramona, despite everything, wanted to stay and couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her whole body was shaking like a leaf, and her right arm hung useless, but her left one clutched her knife and her eyes were sharp and alive behind the mask of blood from what used to be her nose. Everything in her body hurt, but she ignored it. She hadn't even gotten to do anything but get beat up, this was so unfair. She swung her head around, glaring at the three boys; one unconscious, one with crazy black eyes and one with the audacity to be smirking, and opened her mouth to snap something at them, but didn't. Desperate to feel useful, she kept herself by Agent Lyon's side, like an escort for the whole member of the team not dying. Protecting the medic was an important job, right? It felt important. Jessica properly couldn't defend herself in a fight after all, she told herself, ignoring the fact that Jessica had been the only agent to actually take down an enhanced. So Ramona headed out, throwing one last glare over her shoulder, not wanting to be left here alone with these freaks.
It took a lot to jog Proctor's memory when she was in Mode Three, it was like her mind was cut off from everything that had ever happened to her, and her whole life consisted solely of the moments she was living in. Sometimes faces or scents would bring her back long enough to recognize a friend or foe, and some people, like Alex, were so deeply ingrained into her memory that she would know them no matter what. Nell wasn't one of them, though if she'd taken to time to look at her face before going off, Proctor would've known her as the woman who first brought her in. As it was, she'd forgotten about the agency, and why she was fighting these people, she just knew that she was. The tasers reminded her of everything. Once the currents kicked in, her eyes lit up, and for a second, her own personality shone through, and her shark-like eyes had human emotion. Then she pulled away from the searing pain, clutching her middle, making choking noises. She shut her eyes tightly like a child trying to wish the pain away, and when she half opened them again, the agents were gone, scampering out of broken windows and door frames, leaving trails of blood behind them. She became more aware of the cold air from outdoors coming in, it felt sharp and grating against her skin, which suddenly felt very sensitive to touch. Proctor didn't cry in this form, but she was close to it. It had been a long time since she'd felt this much pain. She fell to one knee, groaning, though not shifting back. The only other people with her now were Everett, Marco, and Otto. She growled lowly staring at them, not quite placing their faces. The pain had dislodged her fragile recall, and all she knew now was that she was in a lot of pain, and that there were three males beside her. Her body locked, preventing her from standing again, but she kept snarling, blood on her lips and some of Agent Black's flesh between her teeth. Bisera Tristful
She felt her throat close up, like she'd swallowed a tennis ball, but was determined not to cry away. Her vision went blurry and her face tingled, but her cheeks stayed dry. She kept her head up, vision trained on the door. In her mind, Bisera went over the training she'd done at Powerscourt, and found herself steadying her breathing. When they were training, not everyone could help each other properly. Proctor had told her she suspected there were two kind of Enhanced categories; Casters, like Val and Marco, and Embodiers, like her and Otto. It got a little confusing sometimes, because some people walked the line instead of crossing it, like Alex and Everett, but Proctor admitted she didn't have a name for them yet, and the pair of them giggled about it. It hadn't been that long ago, but her heart ached with the sense of comfort it brought to her. Bisera was an Embodier mainly, but she seemed to walk the line sometimes. They weren't full sure of everything she could do, like if she could sense jewels from a long way away, or even control them. She'd been told there was no rush, and that everything would be figured out in time, but now she really wish she'd focused on locating things from far away, to see if she could feel people coming for them before they could feel her.
Jean draped his coat around her and she heard his sniffle, and then sob a little. Out of respect, she didn't try to ask him what was wrong, or try to comfort him. He was right to be crying. Instead, she just tilted her head and pressed into him, the two of them holding the other one up. She felt her hands go stiff, and there was an odd tingling, cracking noise in the air. Bisera knew the sound of her skin crystallizing well, but it still spooked her a bit. The gems across her knuckles were the same colour as her skin, though translucent enough to catch the light. "We could fight them." She whispered. "We might win."
They wouldn't have to fight them however, they'd have to kill them. These agents wouldn't let them go, they'd just keep following them. They might even find Powerscourt on the other side of the docks. She wished they'd stayed there, maybe they never would've been found. Or maybe they would've been found all the same, and the others wouldn't have a home to come back too anymore. She was going to say something else when she heard voices shouting over the wind, circling closer. Bisera sat up straight, both her knuckles turning hard and spiky.
sorry i wasn't on yesterday!! things were hectic ^^' )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 2, 2017 5:03:01 GMT -5
{I've been pretty busy too, so no worries. I'll reply tomorrow for sure! :3}
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2017 5:56:21 GMT -5
see you then!! i like your korra look :00 she's a babe!)
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 3, 2017 4:20:26 GMT -5
Marco Blythe - "And don't come back." Marco's smile didn't break, in fact their screams were music to his ears. They were getting a taste of their own medicine now, weren't they? Others might think he was crazy, and he definitely was. No doubt about that. After all the torture they did to him, this was just karma. When Everett spoke up, he opened his mouth to reply. "I'll let it slide. He really was a big help." Marco admitted, staring down at Otto, who appeared to be knocked out by the tranq still. If the younger boy had heard him, he would've held that forever too.
Despite Everett's slurred voice, the ice bender undertstood, putting out the flames that were still around the store before they could spread. In the last area, the flames had already caught some of the clothes on fire, and with a pained groan he froze the entire clothes rack, shaking his hands in front of him afterwards. The feeling was slowly returning to his hand, causing him major discomfort. Once he was done, he made his way near the register, grabbing the bag of clothes he dropped. Marco cast a glance at Proctor, who was now a mere few yards away. She was growling among other strange noises, and he lifted his hands slowly, showing her he meant no harm. He didn't exactly understand this new Proctor, having never seen her Mode Three. But he gave her some space anyway, growls usually meant that something felt threatened.
Seeing the agents scramble to the door, he let out a pleased hmph.
"You better run!" He raised his voice so the agents were able to hear him, but who was he to talk? He didn't even get to do as much damage as he wanted. Marco was always pretty arrogant though.
His eyes landed on the blonde lady scrambling out after the rest, with blood still creeping down her face. There was just something extra about her that ticked him off, even more so than the others. But he was glad to see her in pain and scrambling to leave.
Once the agents were all gone, leaving the four of them, he could feel his muscles relax a bit. Even so, he never let his guard down. Sure they were retreating, but they could always bring reinforcements. He had no idea. The store was dead quiet, which made this whole situation appear worse. It gave Marco an uneasy feeling, almost like it was too quiet. Alexandria Kaltman - "Let's just get to somewhere safe." Standing just a few inches away from the man in charge of her misery made her skin crawl. He was a man to be feared. Alexandria was unable to read his thoughts; the man was a closed book. There was an absence of emotion in his eyes, while she was a clear opposite. Her eyes always reflected how she felt, full of emotion. Simply making eye contact made her tense up, fear running through her veins.
Even more so when he gave the order to bring the two in. Her head dropped, and she was staring at the ground, eyes wide and feeling sick to her stomach. But she still held onto his collar with a tight grip, not wanting him to leave. She...she needed to put an end to him. But something was holding her back, and she couldn't figure out what. The roar of an engine pulled up beside them and DKC stepped back, away from her grip. The woman tilted her head back up towards him, a final plead. She could hear the agents leave the store and get into the van, but paid no attention to it.
Her blood started to boil at his last comment, but there was a certain emptiness to her, causing her to stand completely still, unable to charge at him.
"Don't do anything to them...please. They're still kids, they don't deserve any of this." Watching him step into the van and drive away, she shook her head to herself. Alexandria took a shaky step forward, one after another until he steadied herself. Her whole body ached from exhaustion, some ribs were cracked, and her knuckles were bloody from punching the wall. She stepped over the shattered glass, making her way over to Proctor. At least they held out in here. Except for all the injuries everyone seemed to have, at least nobody here was captured. Just the two kids. Alexandria had a gloomy look on her face, and she stepped next to Proctor.
"Alright, you can rest now." Alex rested her hand gently on Proctor, sending a current through her body, mustering up the energy to use her powers once more. It didn't take much to knock her clean out this time, when she pulled back her hand she noticed blood. Luckily, she wasn't awake to feel the pain. Alex bent down and picked her up, wincing at the pain in her ribs. She was aware that the slightest touch would shock someone, but she didn't have anymore energy to spare for her powers. She kind of went overboard earlier, allowing herself to get too excited and use almost all her powers on DKC and the rest on Proctor.
"We need to hurry up and leave before the police arrive." The government was hard enough to deal with, and if the regular police came too, they were done for. "Everett, when you're done with Otto, you should tend to Proctor." Be it selfish, but right now she didn't care for her own wounds. She used to be raised by strict parents who taught her to put everyone else before herself, and that trait just kind of stuck with her. She began walking out with Proctor in her arms, but turned back to see if everyone was there and accounted for.
"Hey, Marco?" She called out, noticing he seemed to be in fairly good condition, and was empty-handed. "Go see if Valerie's still on the roof, will ya?" She felt she had to take on the role of leader, and usher all the boys out to safety. Alex lagged behind everyone, making sure all of them got out quickly. With the store now empty, the chaos was finally over...for now.
She didn't break the news about Jean and Bisera just yet to the boys. The last thing she wanted was to add more pressure on them. Shouldering it herself, she walked back to safety, waiting for Marco to catch up to them. She could only pray that Val wasn't taken either.
Jean Kirshner - "Time to show them what we can do!"
Jean could feel Bisera lean her head on him, and he quickly wiped away his tears with his hands, muttering a small "Thanks." In acknowledgement to her trying to comfort him as well. Sometimes, he just couldn't stand the thought of being constantly on the run by government officials. He hated having to constantly run and relocate all the time, it frustrated him to no end. The other times he was just trying to make the best out of it, sticking close to all of his friends. Everyone had each other's backs, so he felt the need to do the same.
Was it just him, or did the atmosphere surrounding the shack they were in feel way more tense? The young boy was on full alert now, still attempting to stifle a few sniffles.
"Yeah, yeah!" The boy spoke, his tone a bit more enthusiastic as he repeated it. He hadn't considered the idea of fighting those strange men, and he didn't really want to. He was so used to running and staying behind the others for safety since they were older, but this time was different. They were quite literally backed into a corner here, and Jean popped up into a standing position.
He was never really sad for that long, but that was probably a side effect of his usually bubbly personality. Lowering his hand down to her, he offered to pull her up to her feet. His cheeks were tinted red a bit from crying just a few minutes ago, but the boy was smiling anyway. He lifted his hands up quickly, pulling the girl to her feet. Glancing at her knuckles which were now encased by gems, he nodded to her. His heart had started to pound, and he braced himself for what was about to happen.
"Come out now and we won't have to use force." A deep voice came from the other side of the door, and Jean turned to face it.
"I guess we have no choice, huh?" Jean gulped, almost reluctant. But he carried through with her plan to fight, and he closed his eyes to take a few more breaths, trying to focus on his powers.
The next time Jean opened his eyes, the door had blown straight off its hinges and smacked into one of the government officials. He had felt himself kick the door, and his powers did the rest. To Bisera, it probably felt like a gust of wind came straight from him, but Jean barely noticed it. It felt natural to him, like a gentle breeze. Although, his hair had been blown about in every direction, leaving him with a similar look as if he had just woken up.
The teen immediately rushed out, not wanting to be trapped in such a small space. It made him claustrophobic and nauseous among the million other things going through his mind before he kicked down the door.
However, in the present moment when the boy rushed outside, the only thing he could sense was a rush of energy. Shooting out gusts of wind that made people fly back was exhilarating, yet terrifying. He could hear their bodies slam against the ground with a thump and a crack, causing a shiver to go down his spine. He did feel bad, the agents were just ordered around to do the dirty work and bring the ability-wielders back. They probably didn't want to this, they were most likely trying to make a living with their job. To hurt the government people just made him feel horrible, but it hit him why they were labelled criminals in the first place. They were 'criminals' because everyone in their little group were forced to hurt people in order to get away. The group couldn't run forever, he knew it. He had just been hiding it in the back on his mind the entire time.
The air bender poured his heart and soul into this fight, trying to stand his ground against these people. He could see what appeared to be guns (It was actually tranquilizers, but it's scary either way) pointed at him, blowing away the projectiles just in time. The boy didn't feel anything go into his skin, not yet. For now he let out a small sigh, afraid that this was going to take five years off of his life for the stress it caused to almost have a bullet hit him. He even dared a quick glance at Bisera to see if she was doing ok.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Aug 3, 2017 4:51:05 GMT -5
{Thanks!!!!! I love Korra, she's the best! <3 I'm like super obsessed with powers and everything, so yeah lol. I love your avvie too! :3}
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 6:19:16 GMT -5
Everett DarlingAlex came in, limping slightly, and looking fairly worse for wear, and he heaved himself up, bracing his legs against the floor as he used the back wall as a brace. Proctor went down with a satisfying slump, and stayed down, and he heard a van peel off into the distance. Suddenly everything seemed pretty quiet and Everett's vision began to clear up, though he still felt sick as a dog, "I can give everyone the once-over when we're back home." He promised, "Though I should probably do you before her," He nodded to Proctor, before stooping over to slide Otto's arm over his shoulder, "She needs a timeout." Going straight back to Powerscourt was risky, but everyone was too tired to be careful by the looks of it, not to mention they were all filthy. Everett winced when the cut on his arm buckled slightly under the pressure from Otto, but said nothing, just watching as Marco ran off to find their explosive friend.
"Are you OK, Alex?" He asked once they were alone. She looked beat, sure they all did, but there was something in her face, behind her eyes that looked haggard. He knew that, frankly, none of them were OK, and that they'd all find it hard to sleep tonight, but he still had to ask, his protective instincts kicking in. Slowly, but surely, his pupils were fading to their original size, and he was beginning to feel a bit better, well enough to walk a little faster. They took back streets and side alleys, staying out of sight the best they could, though he skidded on ice more than once, and almost dropped his comatose friend several dozen times. Even unconscious, he had a feeling that Otto would know someone had done him wrong, and be able to complain about it once he woke up.
"I know it," He licked his lips against the cold air, "It must have been scary, to see those people again, but we're all alive. And it's not like they got out of this easy. They'll think twice before they show up again." Everett did his best to comfort her, his slowly refilling energy giving him the confidence to put some conviction in his tone. Bisera Tristful
The young girl stood with Jean nodding her little head furiously, buoyed by his sudden confidence. Her curly hair bounced up and down heavily, until she reached back and put it all out of her face in a ponytail resembling a large pompom. The voices circled closer and closer, and she could now hear footsteps crunching the gravel outside. Bisera clenched her tiny fists, enjoying the spreading feeling of protection as the gems spread up her wrist and arm. It made her heavy and slower, but the force behind her punches was powerful. She was, by no means, violent and hated fighting, but these people were only here to hurt her, and it wasn't time for strong morals.
The door burst open suddenly, soaring off it's hinges and a little gasp escaped her, despite knowing full well that Jean was capable of a lot more. For a little moment, she just stood there, frozen, but then she heard gunshots, and her brows furrowed and her legs moved forward. The new found weight on her arms made her walk different, almost like how she'd seen Alex and Proctor walk to a fight, it was more of a prowl. In contrast to Jean's tactics, who seemed to be zipping about, sending enemy agents slamming into the ground, she approached one of the soldiers up close. For a second, she could see the surprise on their face, they were close enough to touch, then they ed their gun and aimed it at her. Her training kicked in and she back handed the gun with her left hand, snapping the barrel and wrenching it out of the soldier's hands. With her right fist she aimed a punch right at their stomach. It made solid contact, they must be wearing some kind of armour, but the sheer force still sent the agent backwards and into the concrete.
She heard a click and raised her arms over her face moments before she felt blinding pressure and pain her arms. A tranquilizer dart was sitting out from a crack in her own armour, not enough to pierce her skin, but enough to hurt. She couldn't attack multiple agents at once, not like her friend, but Bisera could be shot multiple times at once, and she felt her whole body begin to stiffen as her instincts went to protect every inch of exposed skin.
Struck by how the must look, both still in their pajamas, Bisera with two coats over her, she laughed a little, punching an agent who rushed her squarely in the face, and hearing a terrible crunching noise. When her fist came back, there was a lot of blood on it, but she ignored this. the gems on her skin spread over and across her entire arms and was nearly across her collarbone when she heard a bang that she did not respond to, and felt the world slip out of her grip as everything faded to dark.
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