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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 19, 2016 11:45:09 GMT -5
I could probably make this all pretty and neat but I'm super excited about this so I'm just going to write a little blurb here and we can get going! So this was planned earlier but it ended up not happening so we are going to start it here! Viatius and I are in for sure I just need to make sure that inky and SCP-049 are still interested. If y'all aren't I completely understand just let me know please!
Anywho, the plot is this - My hero, Renderer, has been taking on our villains and slowly capturing them for a while now, believing that as soon as he catches them the government will properly take care of them. Unfortunately, one day he finds out that the government isn't dealing with the villains the way he would like them to so he decides to take matters into his own hands, using his abilities of persuasion to use civilians against the government. Of course because they are under the control of Renderer, the government can't just take them out, that would cause a larger riot in favor of the "hero". Instead they enlist the help of the villains that Renderer caught, them already having a huge grudge against the hero and hating him more than anything. The possibility of being out of prison for a little while doesn't hurt either. The main setting is a city called Noctem City, where Renderer has decided to take over first.
So yah! I'll get my character descriptions up in a little bit but this is the basic plot for our future reference!
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 19, 2016 11:47:17 GMT -5
Alexander Emerson a.k.a. Renderer Alexander is a bit of an unassuming man, smaller, only about 5'8, with sandy colored hair that is cut a bit short, sweeping to the left across his forehead. His eyes are a light, Amber colored brown and thin, sandy colored lashes frame his wide eyes. His eyebrows are a few shades lighter than his hair, more of a dark chestnut than sandy colored and they are thick, an odd difference to his mouse like face. He is thin, more gangly limbed than anything, and that is what is so odd about him being a hero. He isn't some Superman or Batman with arms as thick as tree trunks, he actually doesn't do much hand to hand combat, or combat of any kind. No, he has people do that for him. His powers involve him being able to control people by speaking to them. He can't always control many people at once, and it is better if they don't know what he can do, otherwise they are able to resist and the only way he can end up controlling the resistors is if he focuses all of his energy upon them, hard to do when he needs to control them quickly or risk being killed. Alexander is an extreme man, believing fierce that villains need to be punished no matter how small their crime. It is part of the reason why he has become such a villain himself. People once praised him believing he would be able to protect Noctem City, but as soon as he found out the government was being what he believed to be too lenient, he lost it and has now promised to rid the world of villains, going so far as to rally the people using his manipulation.
Jackson Novem a.k.a. Ace of Spades Jackson is pretty tall, he's above the men's average of 5'9 anyway, by about two and a half inches. His skin is pretty pale, with dark circles under his eyes, his nose is long and was once straight, but is now rather crooked due to being broken more than once. His eyes are dark, almost reddish looking brown but only due to the fact that he tends to wear a lot of red. His hair is shaved on the sides, and the shorter hair is a dark, almost black brown, while the long hair that has a tendency to fall to one side and into his face, is a dark red. Due to unforeseen circumstances his hair has grown out a bit and the red on top has given way to the same dark brown that is on the side of his head, but is still the dominant color of his hair. He has a rather narrow build, but it is still athletic, more like a runner than anything and his normal attire of choice is a black two piece suit with a red dress shirt and pocket square. Jackson, needless to say, is quite full of himself. Whoever calls themselves the Ace of Spades would have to be, but there is a reason for his giant ego. He was one of the most powerful gang leaders ever, his complete lack of mercy and knack for being in the right place at the right time certainly helps with that. Not to mention he has no regard for his or anyone's life. He isn't insane per say, but many would argue that he was and he uses that to his fullest advantage, after all no one ever knows what an insane person will do. Jackson should never have been caught and is quite ticked that he was, after all he had paid off most of the cops in his city and giving away money wasn't easy for the man. And yet he was, still unsure of how exactly and quite angry about it, especially with how stupid the guards believe him to be, though that does have its advantages.
Emilie Vancouver a.k.a. Stiletto Despite what she is known as, Emilie's abilities don't have anything to do with dagger's. She is an average height woman, about 5'7, but that is about where she ends average wise. Her hair is dark and the color of a raven's feathers, glistening with purple and blue and green when any light hits it. The hair is long and is usually braided over her shoulder to keep it out of the way. She has sharp features, high cheekbones, pointed nose, small lips, but it is her eyes that are really the main point in her face. Narrow and framed by dark eyelashes, they are a dark silver in color. Her teeth, though usually hidden to the best of her ability, are also silver colored, but they are more like iron than silver, and they are elongated, each and every one of them sharpened to a point, how she doesn't cut up the inside of her mouth is a mystery, but it doesn't happen. Her finger nails are also iron and also sharpened to a point, about three and a half inches long, perhaps the reason why she has been called Stiletto. Not only does she have iron nails and teeth, but her blood is liquid iron, how that is possible has yet to be figured out but if she ever bleeds than the cut is immediately filled with iron, hardening to protect the wounded area. Because of this she has multiple scars that are silver instead of white with scar tissue, the most notable being a long, jagged cut roughly following the shadow beneath her left cheekbone. Given the state of her abilities, she is quite intimidating, almost animal like in a way. Though you don't hear her admitting it she enjoys killing, in a way she believes it makes her more alive. She doesn't genuinely smile easily, instead she will have a smirk or grin on her face that appears as if she were a cat that had just trapped a mouse. While she doesn't necessarily like to talk, you aren't going to see her be silent for no reason, she will give her opinion on matters, and quite vocally at times when she really deems it necessary.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 19, 2016 12:02:17 GMT -5
blip bloop, I am here
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 19, 2016 12:04:29 GMT -5
yo! Ok I had a question, how should we start? I'm assuming with everyone in prison and stuff, but I don't know how to get it rolling just because everyone is going to be by themselves and all of that
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 19, 2016 12:08:54 GMT -5
oh I never made my character for this shoot Nessie, just changed my account dealio but hey I actually had to come up with a thing for another rp and it's really weird and villainy so hey now I'm prepared lol
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 19, 2016 12:14:21 GMT -5
hey! Welcome back! Sorry I didn't call you too, I tried to call you back to the old page but I didn't realize you had changed your account, sorry! Anyways, feel free to put your character(s) up! I'm real ready to get this thing started!
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 19, 2016 12:18:38 GMT -5
I gotta find the twins ahhhh
Hmm, maybe we could start where they're all being taken out??
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 19, 2016 12:25:11 GMT -5
that sounds good to me! The courtyard scene? Bunch of guards/military men and women surrounding them... It would be funny if like, the normal inmates were on the outside of that circle too x3
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 19, 2016 12:42:22 GMT -5
Their origin story can be things like gov't experiments, and stuff, right?
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 19, 2016 12:47:19 GMT -5
Ooh, that sounds good!
The twins or everyone else? Bc the twins were experiments in Russia
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 19, 2016 12:48:22 GMT -5
just like, in general, the character's origin story can be pretty much anything?
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 19, 2016 12:59:24 GMT -5
Constance Falk A.k.a. Conquest standing at six foot to, with a pretty wide build and obvious, lean muscle on her, Connie cuts a pretty intimidating picture. Her skin is tanned from spending so much time outside, although still relatively lightens covered in freckles. She has blue eyes and red hair that reaches past her shoulders. She's almost always found wearing a black and red varsity jacket, as well as a dark tan stetson. Connie could generally be described as a kind person, who likes to connect with people on a deeper, emotional level. She's empathetic in the sense that she feels for a person, and therefore must help them resolve their problems. With an intense curiosity and interest in the weird and abnormal, she can often be found caught up in impromptu, impassioned rants about subjects she finds particular interest in. Although she's a decently nice person, with a good sense of humor, Connie could best be described as an anti-hero. Her solution is usually violence, or letting other people do the violence while she makes the plan. She's highly intelligent, brought up in a lab to be the "conquest" of the four horsemen, with adept skills with guns (she refers to herself as a gunslinger), and strategizing. Of course, this also means she can be incredibly awkward at times, her social skills not quite up to par. But, ah, one more thing. Something must have gotten messed up in the test tube, because it seems like Connie got mixed up with a different experiment. From the middle of her sternum down to her navel, she has a massive scar that can split apart, with a gaping hole filled with tentacles. Yeah, pretty disturbing, even if she can hide it most of the time. Which meant that living a normal life style has never been an easy option for Connie. So instead, she gets paid to solve people's problems with guns, acting the part of a monster and killer if she was to be labeled one.
This is really poorly written rip me
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 19, 2016 14:04:25 GMT -5
That sounds good to me, but if you wanted to create your own intricate background, that'd be okay!!
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 19, 2016 14:10:53 GMT -5
nah, that was her original backstory and I figured it would translate well over lol I just wanted to make sure that it wasn't against some rule I may have missed
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 19, 2016 14:20:02 GMT -5
hiya! Sorry for poofing, I had to go and work out! Your character looks good Nessie! Also is itstill ok for me to call you that or would you prefer something else?
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 19, 2016 14:20:47 GMT -5
Anastasiya Kuznetsov a.k.a. Nightmare Queen Anastasiya stands at a height of 5"6, her features sharp and defined. Her eyes are one of the most defining features of her face, the thick lashes that encase them not helping to tone down the vibrant color at all. The soft blue color of her iris mixed in with the golden tint around the pupil just makes it impossible to not stare. The hue stands out more thanks to her pale skin tone. When caught in her gaze, she's often the one who has to look away first seeing as how the other cannot look away. Her hair frames her face in gentle waves, the ebony color cascading down her back similar to a waterfall. She tends to run a hand through it whenever she's feeling anxious or if something upsets her. When she puts her hair up in a bun or ponytail, the back of her head is shaved in an undercut, a zig-zag pattern clearly shown. Her neck is usually adorn with a choker of sorts. Same with her hands, she decorates them with rings of many different design. Her nails are cut into the stiletto shape, meaning that they're sharp and cat-like, and she paints them black. Her right ear has an industrial piercing, the piercing itself mimicking a safety pin. Her left ear has a tragus, and both ears have four lobe piercings, as well as small plugs. Above her left collarbone is the saying avoir elle est l'avoir les étoiles which translates to: "To have her is to have the stars." The Roman numerals IX.XIX.MMXII are beside it. A small freckle is seen to the left of her soft pink lips, which is typically seen in a smirk or a frown of distaste. When she grins or laughs, the sharp canines in her mouth often glint against whatever light source is nearby. Anastasiya has a light Russian accent and it comes out in more force when she's upset. She tends to curse in her main language as well, often surprising those around her. Anastasiya is often guarded and wary when it comes to strangers; she speaks to them when spoken to. Her responses tend to lean on the bitter side and are often laced with sarcasm. It isn't difficult to get her upset, and she usually has to stalk off and cool herself down before her ability is unleashed. She puts up a facade whenever one of her illusions brings her more pain than she can handle. She hides it with a grin and a sarcastic remark to change the conversation topic. Anastasiya hides her soft, gentle demeanor around strangers with a cynical and cold attitude. Her ability has made her awkward with skin to skin contact and she often flinches when someone touches her on accident or when she isn't paying much attention. Anastasiya's ability deals with illusions, which are more commonly called nightmares by those around her. Upon touching someone's bare skin with her own, she gets a small glimpse of their worst fear. It plays in her head as if she was recalling a memory and it occurs in a blink of an eye. A downside of this is that she has to live through the fear before she can bring it to life. Remembering all these fears causes her to have a difficulty sleeping and often has to give herself medically induced rest. Of course her illusions are not real, but they are so strikingly lifelike that if someone was caught by surprise, it would be difficult to discern reality from fantasy. Anastasiya is beginning to be able to choose whether or not she wishes to see someone's fear, but her full concentration is needed and her energy is drained completely. -- Illya Kuznetsov a.k.a. the Viper Ever since he was young, Illya's height is greater than those of his Elders. He stands at a staggering 6"5 and his attitude just adds on to his appearance. Speaking of appearances, Illya's is one of a "don't touch me" look and makes people wary whenever they are around him. His hair is silky to the touch and he often runs his hand through it whenever nervous or excited; it doesn't really matter. He'll mess it up no matter what. The sides are slightly shaved and he often has to hold it up with hair gel. His sister would complain whenever he took too long in the bathroom just to fix up his hair, but he always remarks that perfection takes time. Fixing it up doesn't make any sense, seeing as how he messes it up. But it's a part of his schedule and he will not deter from it. His eyes are a striking blue, contrasting against the dark color of his hair. There is some gold around the pupil and his eyes seem to interchange between colors in different lighting. They're similar to his sister's; another characteristic that reveals their family bond. His body is toned and muscular due to the training he continuously undergoes with her. When he grins, which is mainly caused because of him acting arrogant, the sharp canines of his teeth are always noticed, reflecting against a light source. His skin has lighter tone that is similar to Anastasiya's. He has a Russian accent as well and often injects Russian words into his English sentences. A small lip ring protrudes from his bottom lip, as well as three piercings can be found on his left ear. Illya has an arrogant aura, well-known for doing whatever it takes to get what he wants. And if that involves mayhem or mischief, then that's even better. His face is often portrayed in a lazy grin, almost as if he knows something no one else does. He often pretends to be listening to a conversation when in reality, he's just not listening in general. In private, his tone is carefree and gentle with his sister, unlike the steely one he takes whenever he is around strangers. His stubborn streak is brought out quite often, and there is no room for any arguments, unless one desires to face his temper. He gets upset quite easily, even over the simplest of things. An issue with Illya is that he lets his emotions get the best of him, and it's just best to let him cool down and realize his mistakes so he can apologize (meekly, of course). Illya's ability deals with poisons and toxins, his body a warehouse for deadly chemicals. Poisonous gas and poisonous liquids can be secreted from his body whenever he feels a strong emotion or when he decides to do it for his own amusement. Skin to skin contact has been a problem for him because at one point, he couldn't control it and would destroy everything he touched. It's way better now, but there are times when his mental state weakens and the toxins are no longer under his complete control. Illya is capable of infusing his poisons into mundane objects and people. -- the twin's quick backstory: Illya and Anastasiya were experiments that occurred in their Home of Russia. Their parents were too poor to take care of either them and decided that it was for the best to sell the children to the Russian government. In an underground facility in the frigid wasteland that was Russia, the twins underwent painful and rigorous experiments. It was there that the two were given their enhanced abilities and as time wore on, were able to strengthen their capabilities. When they were eighteen, the two of them managed to escape, leaving the destroyed facility in their wake. Ever since then, Anastasiya and Illya are known as the unleashed monsters of Russia. They had spent their time traveling around the world, causing mayhem and despair. They had grown rich over the years, their names become well-known. When they were both captured, one could imagine their rage. Having been locked up ever since they were young and had a taste of freedom, the fact that it was being taken away from them didn't settle well. {{edit: everyone was adding images and i thought, "Why not?" }}
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 19, 2016 14:30:45 GMT -5
aw! There's the twins! The cuties!
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 19, 2016 14:32:30 GMT -5
{{ They cute but they violent c: }}
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 19, 2016 14:34:39 GMT -5
isnt that the truth x3
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Post by Kass the Travelling Minstrel on Aug 19, 2016 14:36:25 GMT -5
call me whatever you want tbb, cuz I forgot the names of my accounts honestly (I've got two and constantly rename them lol)
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 19, 2016 15:15:16 GMT -5
{{ lmao I'm excited to start }}
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 19, 2016 15:39:38 GMT -5
same here! I'm going to go ahead and put a starter, if inky and SCP-049 show up they are more than welcome to jump in with Angel and Ringmaster! Oh also, should the squad have the same anti-rebellion mechanism with the bomb in their neck?
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 19, 2016 15:42:10 GMT -5
{{ lol, that sounds good to me! It would make sense }}
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 19, 2016 15:56:10 GMT -5
[[Hey everyone ^^ It's like 11pm here and I'm supposed to be getting sleep for tomorrow night Then again, I just finished braiding my hair so rip me xD I'll probably reply sometime this weekend; since I'm at prom tonight and apparently that's a big deal whoops
But yaas imma interested! I'll get Will up in a moment ]]
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 19, 2016 15:57:48 GMT -5
William AldrichAlias-• Ringmaster Appearance -•William is 'human' in all sense of the term, but with an uncanny alter ego that threatens to consume him. He's not the tall one, standing at about 5'9 when one counts his hair. His eyes are a mahogany brown, with a soft outline of grey surrounding them; the latter shifting based on the surrounding light source. His skin is lightly tanned, with various piercings in the facial area and ears. When asked about them, Will would just smile and shrug; he can't recall a time when he didn't have them. His upper arms seem to be covered in tattoos, but by closer inspection it is actually something living in his bloodstream that creates the various pictures on his skin. While these tattoos may ink onto his face and neck; He seems to keep them suppressed. While his outfit may seem a bit theatric and a tad informal, Will usually wears all black; minus the blood red Ringmaster's jacket. The jacket, specially designed from his old model, is a dampener for his shadowy abilities; something that was made as not to repeat another impromptu massacre. Although he hates it, he keeps it on to make sure he doesn't freak out again. Personality -• Will, in the broader sense, is a complicated man. And in the lighter sense, he could be described as a carnivorous plant: Usually bright and twitchy, only to slowly kill you if you get to close. He's not the most social of being's, mostly because of his unstable mood, which ties in with his skittish and skeptical paranoia. Not one to make friends, Will is someone who is hard to warm up to and even harder to impress; the lattter due to his secluded lifestyle. The back of this figurative coin holds the man before the pain, however. Will, with the right strings pulled, is technically a big 'ol hound dog looking for some affection. In fact, he'd rather be playing with a dog than killing a person; the latter he hasn't done intentionally just yet. Having received little to no affection in his life, he still has this inkling that there is something beyond the teeth and claws due to his circus past. He trusts animals more than people because they don't judge him; something he had feared for a long while. Powers and skills-• Will has the power to corrupt: a shadowy force that is able to swarm and mutate organic matter and, to an extent, control it. This mutagen is affectionately been dubbed 'muck'. Using this mutagen, he can manipulate it at will. While this may seem like a disaster waiting to happen, it seems that his abilities only have a mind of its own when he's stressed. However, this may cause the muck to double back on himself and thus corrupt its owner; and that is a problem. His whip is also a defining object in his life; which he has mastered over years of pure hatred. Strong enough to hold his weight and somehow working like a tentacle akin to his Muck, Will keeps the weapon close to him. If one was to ask him why; they'd find out that it was his father's. Brief history-•Will doesn't know where he came from, apparently dropped as an infant at his first home: a traveling circus in the early stages of the 90's. His adoptive father, the ringmaster and resident tiger tamer of the circus, brought Will up as if one of his own; enveloping him into the fold. However, Will ran away from the circus after accidentally destroying it, which was due to a person in the audience taunting; and became so bitter that he turned to a life of crime. Whilst this seemed to work well, the appearance of one masked hero put him behind bars as he started to wreak too much havoc; before he stumbled across a hero that put him in his place. Call it stupidity, but Ringmaster was way over his head on the day. For now, he's kept in the lower vaults of the prison; forever restrained and surrounded by a dampener. [[Just for info later ^^ ]]
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 19, 2016 16:25:31 GMT -5
Emilie blinked open her silver eyes, bright sunlight blinding her, causing her to close her eyes again. The inside of her eyelids glowed with a slight red color due to the brightness of what she now realized must be the courtyard of the prison she had been held in for the last three months. Blinking open her eyes once again she stared around at the sight in front of her, unable to move her limbs, which were strapped to her sides. Her claws, for lack of a better word, were still capped from the time in which she had ripped a few guards apart and... Ah yes, the muzzle. While it didn't prevent her from talking, it did lock her jaw into place and gave her a bit of an odd accent when she did speak. She glared at the guards nearest her, wishing she could rip them apart, but mostly wondering why the hell she was outside when she hadn't even had a window to look out of. Her naturally pale skin was even lighter than normal, making her sharp features look gaunt. And then it hit her, the memories, at least a dozen guards dashing into her cell, despite the fact that she was muzzled and her claws were capped, making her not harmless but certainly not her most powerful. She had been slammed against the wall, head rocking back, making her see stars. The rest of it was a bit of a blur, she thought she had felt a sharp pain in her neck, maybe more than once but she couldn't be positive, and then blissful darkness. That was until she woke up. Suddenly her straps were being undone and she was dumped to the cobblestone ground, hands catching her, but only barely. She stood up, angry now, as she whipped around to see who had done that. A guard was retreating with a caddy and she growled, a low feral noise that should not have come out of a human being. "Why you..." She slurred, walking towards the guard who was still attempting to get behind the line of safety that was the rest of the guards, all of them with guns, safety lock undone. But she didn't care, nor was she paying attention to them. "I'm going to rip you apart!" She snarled, despite still being muzzled and capped.
"I don't know if I would do that if I were you." A smooth voice said, a grin plain in it even with out looking. Jackson Novem, Ace of Spades, bane of Noctern City, yes this man was known by many things, being the greatest gang leader of Noctern City gave you quite a reputation. Despite his predicament he looked quite at home, his hideous orange jump suit, which was much too big for him, was tied around his waist, the sleeves tied much like a belt, his stained white undershirt the only thing he wore on top. The furious woman whipped around, her silver gaze now trained on the man she knew only too well. "Oh yah? And why not?" She asked him, eyes angry beyond belief. "Well I would think that's obvious, you have at least a hundred guards surrounding you right now, all more than ready to shoot you for all of the trouble you've caused. You are just about as handicapped as they could possibly manage without keeping you strapped to that caddy, oh and how could I forget the lovely little bomb they planted into your neck just waiting to detonate should you make a wrong move." He said nonchalantly, inspecting the nails on his left hand as if he were discussing the weather. Despite being ruthless and a bit reckless at times, he was quite an intelligent human being. Emilie scowled at the gang leader, crossing her arms over her undershirt-clad chest, her jumpsuit was tattered and torn from her brief week of being uncapped. She had calmed down, partially because of the wisdom of the man's words, but mostly because the guard who had dumped her to the ground was now out of sight. Jackson grinned once again, finally deigning his nails acceptable. He had been brought in in a similar fashion, though he had been awake the entire time, not being seen as as much of threat as the woman a few feet away from him. Despite all of his intelligence he still had no idea why they were out here, and the normal inmates on the outside of the circle were obviously confused as well as they peered above the circle of guards as much as they could without getting yelled at.
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 19, 2016 16:27:54 GMT -5
[[Hey everyone ^^ It's like 11pm here and I'm supposed to be getting sleep for tomorrow night Then again, I just finished braiding my hair so rip me xD I'll probably reply sometime this weekend; since I'm at prom tonight and apparently that's a big deal whoops But yaas imma interested! I'll get Will up in a moment ]] Hey! Awesome! We won't get too far ahead so don't worry about that! Welcome back!
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 19, 2016 16:45:08 GMT -5
{{ i'll post a response soon!! packing for tmrw oops }}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 19, 2016 18:28:11 GMT -5
Anastasiya let out a small noise of pleasure, stretching out her hands as they were released from the metal guards they had been locked in. If those cautions weren't taken, she would have easily learned every single fear of the men who had come to whisk her away from the cell she had to call "Home" for the past couple of months. Or was it years..? She couldn't remember, time passed by too quickly when she was locked up. She glanced over at her brother, his taller form standing beside hers, and a small smile danced its way onto her features, her frigid eyes brightening with delight. He was performing the same actions as she was, cracking his knuckles and sighing in relief at the notion of being free from his chains. Well, somewhat free. It was better than being in a cell, no? And besides, the air outside was much fresher than the damp, musty, aura that seemed to settle itself amongst the cells. It was stifling and she was glad to see the sky again. The sky was endless, the sky was free. Free, like they once were. Free, like they might be. Ignoring the wary men stationed around her, ignoring the way they held their guns at her, she moved her way over towards her brother, closing the few feet that stood between them. Anastasiya missed seeing her brother, she missed the way he would always have her back, whether it be in a fight or just in life itself. They were always there for each other, even in Russia. They were even held in the same room back then, when they were younger. Being apart from him hurt, despite the fact his cell was right next door and they could have discussions in Russia. Anastasiya leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, grinning when he messed up her hair with a firm hand. The two had learned to control their abilities well enough to not harm the other, but it proved difficult with others. It didn't matter, Illya was the only one who mattered to Anastasiya. We're outside again. She spoke in Russian, her tone gentle.
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Illya smirked down at his twin, their trademark pointed canines glinting in the sunlight as his eyes took in his sister standing beside him. The sun. He had never thought he would ever see the sun again. He had never thought he would be able to feel the warmth it gave. It was soothing and he felt the nerves building up inside him beginning to simmer down. They were free, for now. Yeah, once again. I told you we wouldn't be held captive anymore. He responded, his tone of voice laced with sarcasm and amusement. This earned him a small punch on the arm and he let out a small chuckle; it didn't hurt one bit. He wasn't deterred by the guards standing around them, wasn't bothered by the inmates clustered and giving them cautious stares. They were all background noise to him and this was mainly because he had his sister by his side. With her, he felt like they could do anything. He felt as if they could take on the world and come out unscathed. That was how confident he was in the two of them, despite being tricked and locked away. The reminder of that set a swirl of discomfort to start in his stomach and he pushed the feeling away. He hated how after years of agony and capture, he and his sister had broken free, only to be caged once more. They could never have any peace, could they? While Anastasiya was busy looking around at the cluster of people around them, intrigued with the grim faces on the guards around them. She continued to lean against him, something she had done in the past when her body was too weak to be held on her own. Now, she did it out of love and affection. Illya glanced over at the two others that were standing a few feet away. They seemed to be bickering, much like the twins often did. He recognized them from the news and his hand twitched at the recollection of how dangerous they were. Why were they all gathered out here? For some fight to the death just to amuse the people around them? No, their abilities were too precious, right? That couldn't happen. He let out a sigh of annoyance, a frown plastered on his face as his neck stung where the bomb had been planted. Illya welcomed the pain, grateful to have something to distract his brain from wandering off.
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 20, 2016 21:39:18 GMT -5
Emilie was not happy to say the least. Glaring at anyone who dared to make eye contact with her, which was not many, much to her satisfaction she crossed her arms. "Why am I still muzzled when the Contact-Twins get undone?" She asked no one in particular, gazing around once more. She wasn't really worried about upsetting the twins, but she wasn't really worried about upsetting anyone here... Despite the fact that any one of them would be able to kill her if provoked. (Just gonna bring this guy in for right now) "That's an excellent point Miss Vancouver, but, we wanted to make sure you would behave before we took those things off of you. After all, we'd hate to blow your head off before we even had any fun." The large man said with a grin, stepping into the circle. The only weapon he had was a pistol at his hip, but he also held a small remote, with multiple buttons, each with a name on it, presumably for the bombs in everyone's necks. Emilie frowned and turned towards the man. "Oh? And just what do you mean by that?" She asked, stepping forward. "Ah, ah, ah," the man said, raising the remote, his thumb poised over the button with her name on it, "I mean precisely what I said and if you don't calm down you won't lose the... I believe Mr. Novem referred to them as handicaps?" "Yes I did refer to them as that." Jackson piped up from where he stood, enjoying the exchange in front of him greatly. Emilie turned her glare on Jackson for a moment and then turned back to the apparent boss around here. "Fine, I will behave, now unlock me." She demanded, holding out her hands which had the odd, glove-like devices that dulled her nails. The man ordered another guard forward who undid her gloves and then the muzzle. Emilie smiled her toothy grin as the guard retreated and stretched out both jaw and fingers, enjoying the freedom immensely.
Jackson watched the entire exchange between Stilleto and the man with a half grin on his face. He then turned to the twins. "Hello, I'm Jackson Novem, but you can call me Ace if you would like." Oh yes, he enjoyed being called Ace immensely and with how much power he normally held, well, it wasn't hard to get people to call him that. "That's Emilie, you'll have to excuse her, she is quite bitter about her current state so just ignore her." He said, glancing over at her as she shot him a glare. He spoke as if they were anywhere but the middle of a prison courtyard with at least a hundred guards surrounding them, ready to shoot them... Not to mention the fact that they all had bombs in the side of their necks. Jackson was honestly quite confused, he had been planning his escape for quite a while, and if they had a bomb in their neck than it would make escaping much harder. Not to mention the fact that there was no longer routine with them being in the courtyard. Who knew how long this would last. No, all of his plans were ruined unfortunately, he would have to get back with a few of his best boys and talk to them to figure out a new plan. Jackson blinked his brown eyes, pulling himself away from his thoughts and grinning once again at the twins as though he hadn't just stared off into space for at least half a minute.
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