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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Feb 22, 2017 23:41:24 GMT -5
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[ wHOA Lilly nice new sn ~ ]
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Post by єℓєcтяιc ℓιℓу νισℓιη ~ on Feb 24, 2017 14:37:22 GMT -5
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[ wHOA Lilly nice new sn ~ ]
[Thanks! n.n it's a play on a song title of a Lindsey Stirling song xD I figured like since the rest of you guys changed your SNs I might as well xDD]
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Post by єℓєcтяιc ℓιℓу νισℓιη ~ on Feb 24, 2017 15:26:59 GMT -5
Elisabet lolled her head against her pillow, trying to fall back asleep, something the dull ache in her shoulder was preventing. This had happened several times over the past week: in her sleep, she would lie on her injured shoulder, therefore waking up in pain around dawn; and no matter how many times she tried, she had to fall back asleep whenever it happened. Her room was lit in a pre-dawn glow; it promised to be a sunny day. Elisabet knew that once dawn broke the horizon, a shaft of sunlight would beam into her room, directly into her eyes; she'd woken up to it several times before. Her shoulder throbbed, and her thigh a dull ache; she wouldn't be falling back asleep. Her stomach felt empty, but she knew it would be a few more hours before Castle would bring her breakfast. And while he (most likely) meant well, he wasn't much of a cook. Of course, she could always make breakfast herself. She bit her lip at the thought of putting weight on her leg, but she had something of a crutch (a big stick) that he'd given her for trips to the bathroom. Now that she was injured, Castle had granted her a lot more freedom, not even bothering to chain her to the wall. Her stomach gave another pang of hunger, and Elisabet made up her mind. She threw off her covers and grabbed her stick before (carefully) swinging herself out of bed and standing up. Elisabet took in a slow breath as she tested out a bit of weight on her leg. It hurt, but not nearly as bad as before. As long as she had the crutch, she could walk around fairly well. So she hobbled her way out of her room and down the short hallway into the kitchen. The house was quiet in the way only morning brings on. Elisabet glanced back down the hall to the door on the end: Castle's room, where he was undoubtedly still sound asleep. Well, if he was anything like her, once she started moving around in the kitchen, he'd be awake soon enough. The first rays of dawn shone into the kitchen as Elisabet started to make breakfast. The sizzle of eggs and the smell of greasy bacon soon filled the kitchen. It took some getting used to, this much movement with her crutch, but Elisabet managed. They had bread, but no toaster, so with a bit of improvised technique, she was able to toast it in one of the pans. No jam, but there was butter. Good enough. While she worked, her mind turned back to the only train of thought that had kept her occupied for the past week. HYDRA betrayed her. It was something like a punch to the gut whenever the thought crossed her mind, but she was now able to bury the pain deep inside her, scream her frustration into the void of her thoughts. But that wasn't all she'd been thinking of. With this betrayal, Elisabet felt something else: a deep, dark thirst for revenge. They'd tried to kill her, thrown her away like she was nothing, she hadn't spent over a decade of her short life loyal to them. They didn't care about her, they never did; that much was now clear. She wanted to hurt them, as badly as they'd hurt her. And she thought she had a solution. Oh, perhaps this would barely put a dent in their organization, but it would be something. It would be a start. And she was ready to put it into action. So when Elisabet finally heard footsteps coming down the hall, her heart leapt, although not for the reason most would expect; because Castle was the first step, the first step in her betrayal of HYDRA.
[crap that was long, sorry if I bore you and ramble, Spottywise xP]
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Feb 24, 2017 18:10:09 GMT -5
![](http://imgur.com/iSeqLTz.png) [ lol it's cool haha. I mainly just take advantage of being able to change my name whenever lolol ]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2017 0:57:29 GMT -5
[ yaya i reply now xD /replies ]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2017 1:25:49 GMT -5
Lucia rolled her eyes at him and turned to face the robots. "I could. But I have a feeling that they're calibrated to find this." She waved her bag with the wand in it. "And now that I unearthed it, they're going to get to it no matter where we are. Might buy us a bit of time, though." People were screaming and running and even though she mostly cared only about herself, she still didn't want innocents to get harmed. "Alright, you get the people to clear out and I'll keep them distracted. Once you get them cleared, I'll portal us away and we can figure out what to do from there," she decided, not even giving him a chance to agree before jumping forward and getting ready to fight. One of the robots stepped forward and with a swift motion of her hand, she tried to use a slicing spell to slice the arm off, but....it didn't work. Her eyes widened slightly and she quickly ducked as an attack came her way. How was her magic not working? She tried again, but was unsuccessful and had to dodge again. Was there some sort of...protection these robots had against magic?
Owen slowly roused awake when he head movement. Even though they had been staying here for about a week, the room was still unfamiliar and it made him more awake and aware until he realized exactly where he was. Calming his heart, he rolled on his back, taking a moment to stare at the ceiling and figure out his thoughts. The past few days had been much different. Ever since HYDRA tried to kill their own agent, things had been different. He let her have more freedom and time to recover. Though he was still wary of trusting her, he didn't think she'd kill him at this point. Still, it didn't hurt to sleep with a gun under his pillow. More rustling broke him out of his thoughts and he slowly sat up. Was she awake? Shouldn't she be in bed? Slowly, he stood, shoving the covers in a messy fashion and heading to the closet where he had a few articles of clothing. He pulled on some jeans and a white t-shirt and laced up his boots before opening the door and entering the hallway. Was that bacon? He swore he smelled it and he raised an eyebrow, slowly wandering to the kitchen to see that the blonde was standing in front of the stove making eggs and bacon. Was she...serious? He stood for a moment, completely bewildered at the fact she was cooking breakfast. Nothing came out of his mouth because he didn't even have the words to form. And he noticed that there was enough food in the pan for the both of them. She was cooking them breakfast?
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Post by єℓєcтяιc ℓιℓу νισℓιη ~ on Feb 25, 2017 2:19:46 GMT -5
Yes, nothing short of magic was going to get them out of this situation, so Alejandro let Lucia fight the robots; it had already been proven nothing he had could stop them for long. So he focused on the task Lucia had given him: getting the civilians away from the battle. The press of the crowd was thick, some of them running, some of them ripping out their phones and recording. He silently cursed the day social media was ever invented. "Get out of the way! Go! It's not safe!" he yelled at those still too stupid or too shocked to leave. He crouched down and pulled up an older woman who'd fallen in her haste to get out, instinctively shielding her when a loud sound came from the battle behind him. He helped her up, sending her on her way with a warning to stay away before glancing back. Lucia seemed to be having trouble with the robots; it didn't seem as though her spells were affecting them. Muttering a curse, Alejandro turned back to getting the ground. "Get out of here! Go!" he yelled. "तपाईं छाड्नुपर्ने! यो सुरक्षित छैन! जानुहोस्!" The plaza was finally starting to clear, although the screams of the crowd piercing the air reminded him they were anything but alone. They had to get these robots out of the city, before they turned whatever destructive powers they had on the populace. He thought the bots would leave if they left: they were programmed to trap the artifact, right? Well, if the artifact was suddenly halfway across the planet, they'd have no choice but to follow, right? It was worth a try. The metal men were backing Lucia into a corner. She was holding a shield, but only barely. They were going to break through, and soon. "Lucia!" Alejandro yelled, getting as close as he dared to the robots. "They're after the artifact! We can't stay here! You need to get us out!"
Elisabet prodded the eggs with the spatula as her captor came into the room. Her ice-blue gaze darted up to meet his. "Oh good, you're up," she said, tilting the pan to make sure the egg had cooked. When he didn't speak, she turned her head toward him, arching an eyebrow, trying not to smile over the fact that she seemed to have rendered him speechless. "Well, do you want some or not?" Without waiting for an answer, she cut the spatula through the scrambled eggs, dividing it neatly into two. Then she shoveled half the eggs onto one of the plates she'd gotten down beforehand, along with three strips of bacon (given the fact that bacon had been one of the immediate items he had picked up from the store since they'd gotten here, she assumed he was a fan). Then she grabbed a fork from one of the drawers she'd rifled through, and slid the plate down the counter towards Castle. If he didn't check to see if there was poison in the food, Elisabet almost thought she'd lose all respect for him. Because this was admittedly suspicious. The woman he'd kidnapped was now making him eggs and bacon for breakfast. Sure, the woman had been betrayed by the organization that had been part of her very nature, and was now very much ready to get revenge (a plan which did not include Castle's death), but still, suspicious. "I'll eat a bite off of yours if it's poison you're worried about," she said without turning her head as she dumped her own eggs onto her plate. She didn't have time his distrust. Of course, she didn't trust him either, but she knew he wouldn't kill her. And that was all the trust they'd really need for this to work, right?
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Post by єℓєcтяιc ℓιℓу νισℓιη ~ on Feb 25, 2017 15:17:40 GMT -5
Everest hated the city the minute she got off the bus. So many people, so many sounds, so many smells, so many sights; it made her want to fold in on herself and disappear. This is why she preferred the woods: quiet, peaceful, natural. This city...this city was opposite. This city was loud, raucous, unnatural. She wanted to leave. But she didn't. She came here for a reason. She couldn't leave, not without talking to him. So she slid on her sunglasses, hiding her unnatural amber eyes, and started walking. She kept her senses alert, trying to sniff out anything, one whiff of the scent she sought. But there was so many scents; it was hard to distinguish just one. Cigarette smoke, cheap perfume, sweat, food; she swiped a hand across her nose, trying to clear it from all of the scents. So many, so many... But she had to find him. She had to. Someone told her he left. No, not just him, two of them. Another boy, man, named Vince. Him and Riley. They both left. To join the Brotherhood. Why would they do that? Why why why...that was the question Everest had been asking herself. And she thought she knew the answer. They didn't know. They didn't know what they did. They thought they knew, but they didn't. They didn't spend fourteen years of their life with them. They didn't know. She had to tell them. She had to tell him. She was there for both of them, but she was really there for Riley. She liked Riley. No, no not like that, but as a friend. He was kind to her during their time in imprisonment. He helped her escape. He understood being marked as a freak because of what you looked like. He understood being afraid of yourself. He understood her. She couldn't let him do this. So she'd taken a train, and two buses to get from New York to Las Vegas, Nevada, for him. She told Leah where she was going; Leah hadn't tried to stop her. She'd thought Leah would understand, and she was right. She'd be back; they didn't need to worry about her. She could take care of herself. She was wary of the Brotherhood, of course. Her father had made demands to get her back, made threats, but the Professor hadn't yielded, and for that Everest was grateful. But she didn't think they'd find her out here. And if they did, she would fight. Because she was not going back. Ever. Of course, if Riley was a part of the Brotherhood, he must known that the Brotherhood wanted her back. But she didn't think he'd turn her in. She hoped. She desperately hoped. Despite the risk, she was still going. She wandered around the city for the better part of an hour, passing so many casinos. So many. But no matter how hard she tried, Everest was unable to fathom why people would waste their time in one. It was rigged, or much of it was. You'd just be losing money, unless you were the lucky one in one million. Who would want to play against those odds? She walked along the sidewalk, her fair skin baking in the afternoon heat. She walked by yet another casino, her nose twitching, alert for any sign of- Her head jerked up, and she took another sniff. And another. Yes, this was it. He was here. Riley was here. She turned her head to glance up at the name of the Asian-style building: Lucky Dragon Casino and Hotel. She took in another sniff to be sure; no, now there was no mistaking it. Riley was here, and Riley was close. Not up in the hotel. Her brow furrowed; the casino? She bit her lip, careful to avoid her fangs; she was only eighteen. Gambling age was twenty-one. They wouldn't even let her inside. She blinked, her turning her eyes to the side of the building. She didn't have to go in the front door. So she turned around, and starting walking back the way she came. There was a service door, a service door that was open. A truck next to the door, bringing in whatever supplies the place needed. One sniff told her it was alcohol, lots of it. She resisted the urge to sneeze; the smell was too strong for her, too strong. She scrunched up her nose, shaking her head, watching the door. Soon enough, a pair of deliverymen came out and rounded the back of the truck. She waited until she heard their footsteps inside the truck...now. She darted forward at a speed impossible for most humans (although nothing compared to a speedster). She rounded the door, and slipped inside. She sniffed again, listened; no one was coming. So she ran, towards the noise of people. Lots and lots of people. She listened, listened, listened. Someone was coming, but from the other end. She poured n the speed again, and slipped around the corner before they could catch sight of her. Soon enough, she came to a door. The people noise came from behind it. So she pushed it open. Her eyes widened behind her sunglasses as Everest adjusted to the sounds, the smells. Alcohol, lots of it. Lots and lots. Sweat. Loud laughter. Cheering. Sighing. Perfume. Clattering of dice. Click of heels. Clatter of ice cubes in a glass. Profanity. She took in a breath, let it out. Focus, focus. She took off her glasses; no one would pay her eyes a second glance, not in a place like this. She'd stand out more with them on. Her outfit wasn't a cocktail dress, but shorts and a tank top. But looking around, that fit in alright enough. Now, concentrate. She took in a deep breath through her nose...and found him. The scent was stronger, much stronger. He was here, in this room. So, keeping her eyes downcast, she followed his scent. Winding in between the tables and machines. The people, both rich and broke. It was stronger now, strong. Very strong. She sniffed again, searching for the other one, for Vince. His scent was faint; he wasn't here. But Riley was. She turned her gaze upward, darting it over the patrons. And there he was. Hunched over a table, watching another man roll a pair of dice. A smile on his face. Sweat on his brow. A calculating look in his eyes. She twenty feet away, but she could see all of it. So took a step closer, another, watching him. He looked happy, but something was wrong. It was like...like he was trying to be happy, but it wasn't working. Not all the way. Everest had felt that, when she had tried to give into bloodlust like her father. But it never worked. Never. Everest suspected neither would gambling, not for Riley. She needed to talk to him. She needed to get him out, back, away. Home.
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Feb 25, 2017 16:27:30 GMT -5
![](http://imgur.com/iSeqLTz.png) Leaving was a very bad idea. And he knew that from the moment he left that note and proceeded to climb out of his window, escaping the sanctuary and home of mutants. Riley knew from the second he was gone, with his friend beside him, that it was a very bad idea. But he did it anyway. And when they got farther and farther away, deciding to take a trip across the country to the playland of America, the ache in his heart only hurt more. Riley left because, in his head, he felt like he knew he didn't fit in anywhere, not even in the safest and non-judgemental home and school for mutants of all kinds. He left, but he regretted it. But he couldn't just come back like a lost puppy, apologies and excuses streaming from him, because who would ever forgive him? No one.
So, he tried to find a distraction, happiness that could make him feel himself for only a moment before he spiraled into the dark depression of his regrets and choices; only then would he be alone with his suffering. But for now, he just took advantage of his gaming skills, of luck and wins, to gamble at the casinos.
It was clear that he was too good, with his newfound and newly given kinetic manipulation that the scientists accidentally gave him. He would not necessarily 'cheat' at the games, because he knew the rules of the trade, but every once in a while...well, he just liked to make some boasting fellow have a very bad day. But with quick practice that Riley has done, he used his powers quickly, undetectable. Even if they checked the cameras, they wouldn't find anything. And as much as it was fun, it didn't help. Every once in a while he would imagine his sister, or even Jasmine, or his parents as well, with him and playing games and having fun. He tried to get Vince into the dice games, since there's a dot of metal inside the cubes, and he had fun with the game for a little bit but he didn't get into them like Riley did. So essentially, he was alone regardless.
Drinking didn't help, either; whenever he would be very low in his dark emotions, he would drink to try to wash away his feelings and thoughts of everyone back home, burning them away like rubbing alcohol on a wound. It only made things worse, really.
So, currently, on a very nice and welcoming day, Riley tried not to be the bitter lonely person he was and just focus on winning a few games before Vince would come up with something they could do. He was playing a game with a mix of cards and dice, and at his section of the table he had neat stacks of poker chips lined up. He was winning, which was an easy task, but it was humourous to watch the other players try and lose against him. This one man was looking like he was having a serious heart attack, with puffy red skin and a concentrated brow, sweat rolling off of him in waves. Poor sorry sap. Riley had to hide his smirk by biting his tongue, but he couldn't help the cheeky smile on his lips. It was so funny to see people try so hard, and fail, against him -- a lowly kid, honestly, beating up the grown-ups at a card game. Just wait until they start sipping Kool-Aid and play Go Fish.
Riley let out a small snicker when the man made a wrong play, essentially losing all of his chips (what little of them, to be honest), and quickly adjusted the sunglasses that covered his eyes. It wasn't unusual for someone to wear glasses or hats, like the flatbill he had on backwards, the cap covering the white stripe of bangs in his black hair. People wore a lot of things to help with their bluffing; and it was perfect for Riley to use as a disguise to hide his scientific altered appearance in public.
It was then when he felt it; the searing hot feeling on the back of his head. Someone was watching him. Even though he appeared to be in a happy, lighthearted, joking mood with the game, his body froze. He felt goosebumps on the back of his neck and covering his arms under the long sleeves he always wore. He ran over the events of the day in his head as his eyes scanned the table half-heartedly, not paying any more attention; did he do something suspicious? Was someone here for him? His hands started to clam up in anxious worry for a moment. He didn't want to be found, he didn't want someone to grab him, or anything. He spent his whole life in a shell of constant worry and apprehension of being bullied, one way or another.
Without looking back over his shoulder or being too obvious about things, Riley blinked his gaze up to the thin glass wall behind the Dealer, a form of separation from this booth from the others; he scanned the ever moving and shuffling crowds behind him until- And his breath held. He knew those glowing amber eyes anywhere.
How did Everest find me...?
That was a stupid question for him to ask. He of all people should know how Ev was born with animalistic senses, so he knew that she just didn't 'find him', she hunted him down, all the way from New York.
Riley blew out a small sigh, keeping a small smile to his lips, not so much as a mask for the people around him, but because it was an ironic smile. A knowing smile. Of course someone would find him eventually. He just hadn't betted on how soon.
The dice were handed to him, which he took with his ungloved hands -- a struggle but a practice to have since he didn't want to really stand out -- and he set the red cubes to the green felt, gathering up his chips instead. "Sorry guys, but I'm out," he apologized with a 'sorry! eheh' smile, and he left with his couple-hundred dollars worth of currency. He just barely glanced over at Everest -- yep, still there, still watching him -- and he dropped his smile as he glanced at her. Then he turned away to the counter where he could cash in his chips for crisp new bills. Once that exchange was done, he had a plan to try to lose Everest in the thick overwhelming crowd. He knew she probably had some words for him, but he didn't need a lecture.
He knew what he (and Vince) did was not the best choice of action, but it was too late. They left, they're on their own, and soon taking mission orders from a Brotherhood agent while they were in Vegas -- and that was that. They rarely spoke about the ones they left behind. They just...tried to forget things. It was easier that way.
Weaving in and out of pockets of space, trying to lose the other mutant, Riley side passed and headed to the side entrance where it was more crowded, where intoxicated guests tossed up their liquor with giggly laughs and sighs of defeat for having too much fun, hiding outside and not being seen. He just had to get outside and use the last bits of borrowed energy of Jasmine's power to get to the roof. He could get there with a quick toss of a faded-red portal and slip to the top of the casino-and-hotel building. From there he could cut the chase and find his way back to the room. And that's what he did, as soon as he was in the stale hot air, and out of sight from everyone, he tossed the last bits of borrow portal power, and hopped through, landing on the hot gravel of the roof, a crisp wind blowing at him but not too forcefully. From here, he just slid his sunglasses off to tuck them into his pocket for now, closing his eyes to try to ward off the mild panic of being found, finally.
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Post by єℓєcтяιc ℓιℓу νισℓιη ~ on Feb 25, 2017 17:13:39 GMT -5
Their eyes locked. Everest didn't need to see behind the sunglasses to know that he'd seen her. His smile fell away as he stood, as he looked at her. She took a step closer. He turned away with a bucket full of chips, walking over to the counter to cash them in. Everest frowned at the amount of chips in the bucket. Cheating, he was cheating somehow. Or maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was just that one in one million. Either way, he wasn't twenty-one. How was he even allowed to play? She wove her way behind the gamblers, between the tables to get to him. But he was done quick, and then he was gone. He was quick, she had to admit. She sniffed the air again, and turned her head to the left. She could see him, could spot him. Yes, he was quick, but she was quicker. She kept her gaze pinned to him as she worked to catch up. She could have caught him easy, very easy. But she didn't want to cause a scene here, use her powers. No, she didn't want that. She wanted to fit in, blend. This wasn't about confrontation. At least, not of the kind she was usually caught in. She slipped out one of the side doors. Everest frowned; he knew what her powers were. Why was he trying to run from someone who had his scent, who could catch him whenever she wanted? It would just save time to give up. She blew out a small breath as she pushed through the door, avoiding eye contact with the employee stationed there. But he didn't stop her. He was interested in people coming in, not people going out. Everest stepped out into the sunshine, blinking her eyes once, twice, as they adjusted. She sniffed, turning her head this way and that. She sniffed again, her face scrunching up in confusion. She stepped one way, then the other, sniffing. A few people gave her funny looks, but she didn't care. There was no scent trail. He was here, then he wasn't. Not right, that wasn't right. He didn't have that kind of power; he had a death touch. How could he just erase himself? Swallowing, she slipped her sunglasses back on, pressing herself against the wall of the Lucky Dragon Casino and Hotel. He wasn't gone. He was here. He was hiding. She just had to find him. She closed her eyes, blocking out the sights. She blocked out the sounds. She concentrated on the smells. They were the most direct way to a person; you could hide, you could keep quiet, but you couldn't hide your scent. She took in deep breathes, scenting, searching, looking. He was here; no one can just vanish. He was here. There. Her eyes shot open, and she tore herself away from the wall, turning her head upward. She sniffed again; no doubt now. It was high, but the scent was strong, not that she'd found it. He was on the roof. How had he gotten on the roof? She bit her lip, before it came to her. He could absorb powers. Teleportation. He could have it. But this wasn't going to stop her. She had an idea. She walked farther down the street, past the casino, towards the hotel part of the building. It had a pagoda-style to it, very Asian-looking. Red, with gold trim. Lots of windows. A few open windows. A few open windows on the second story. A few open windows that she could get to. She turned a corner, walking along the side of the hotel. She glanced behind her. Lots of people, lots of witnesses. She turned another corner, not facing the street. Less people. Better for hiding. If she was careful, no one would see. She glanced up. Window, second floor, it was open, letting in the faint breeze. High up enough that they shouldn't have had to worry. But they hadn't counted on a mutant. Everest looked to the street. Nobody was looking. Nobody would see. She looked up to the window, gathered her strength, and ran. Ran so fast she went up the side of the building, and caught the ledge before she lost her momentum. In one movement, she swung herself past the curtains and into the room. She sniffed immediately, listened intently. No one was here. It was still the height of day in Las Vegas, Nevada. No one wanted to be in their hotel rooms. She stepped quickly over to the door and unbolted it before slipping in the corridor. No one would question her now. She was a guest. She had shown her ID. How else could she be back here? She looked left and right, saw the sign for the stairs. She ran when nobody was in the corridor, walked when she heard someone coming. It continued like this all the way up the stairs. Finally, she arrived. A door marked Roof. She let out a sigh, then slowly turned the knob of the door and stepped outside. This time, she was ready for the sun, and only had to blink once to clear her vision. She saw him, saw Riley. Standing near the edge of the roof. Looking out over the city. Deep in his thoughts. His sunglasses were in his pocket, displaying his eyes for all the world to see, if the world could see up here. Everest did the same, letting her sunglasses pull a slight V in the neck of her tank top. Then she spoke. "Are you really trying to hide from me?" she asked, not unkindly. Surely, he could run, but he couldn't hide. Predators track their prey best when the prey is still; that was Riley's first mistake. Forgetting that when he ran from her, he became prey. But this time, the predator just...just wanted to help. Help him. He needed help. Help.
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Feb 25, 2017 17:35:01 GMT -5
![](http://imgur.com/iSeqLTz.png) Riley figured she would track him to the roof, one way or another, so he didn't bother trying to run. Even though he didn't want to be confronted, or lectured, or anything, he was curious as to what Ev had to say to him. Sure, it was Everest, and he figured it would be either her or one of the others, but he wondered...why Everest? It wasn't Ellie, with Jasmine, or their parents, hunting him down and finding him and Vince. It was Everest, his former victim friend, former inmate to the science prison of mutants. In a small way, he was glad it was Everest, and not the others, because he couldn't fathom the pain and anger they would give and show him.
The metal door of the roof access creaked as it opened and closed behind him, and he didn't turn to look at her. He just took a moment to really look at the crowded, busy city. Las Vegas, Nevada -- the playground of America, but in reality it was a crap town with gimmicks of famous attractions, and you either leave invigorated or defeated. It looked fun, but in the cracks of the neon and excitement, it was a hole of drugs and looters and stupid people and liquor, and much worse things. All his teenage life he had always wanted to visit Vegas, to play at the Bellagio or Ceasars, do all the cool stuff. But even now that he was here, it wasn't as exciting as he thought.
His uncovered eyes looked at the actual coloring of the city, without the dark dim of the glasses. The place looked nice, but he knew it was just a mask. Just like the one he wore; he wanted to be away from everyone, but he knew he wasn't fooling anyone.
Glancing over finally, he looked at Everest. He had, at first, tried to help her in that prison more than he helped himself; he was used to torment and pain, but seeing her, another mutant, the only one there besides him at the time, he needed to help her so they weren't suffering too much. Her glowing amber eyes was a stand out for her, and when the scientists did what they did to him, he knew how it felt to look wrong. It was just that she was born it.
Ignoring her outright question to trying to hide, he simply just looked at her. She had come a long way from being the little weak girl in gray slacks they were forced to wear, nothing but skin and bones from malnutrition amd mistreatment and the needles and drugs they were given. He forced those dark thoughts away, looking at the girl, the young woman she was now, in the eye with his own red and black eyes. "Why did you find me, Ev," he murmured, a simple question, his voice soft but he knew her keen hearing could pick it up.
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Post by єℓєcтяιc ℓιℓу νισℓιη ~ on Feb 25, 2017 17:49:34 GMT -5
A whisper. No one else would have heard it, not up here. Not with the wind, the clamor of the city below. He remembered what she could do, so why did he run? Or did he? Was he just waiting for her? Was this a better place to talk? Away from all the eyes, a place where the both of them could show their own, without attracting stares. Everest took a step closer, closer; he didn't move. Close enough so he could hear her, so she didn't have to shout. She glanced over him, up close. She could see it. He was tired, exhausted even. Bags under his eyes; lots of sleepless nights. Heartbeat slightly fast; he wasn't nervous, but she wasn't expected. Then again, why should she be? he was here to hide, to get away. But she found him. No one could hide from her, not if she was really looking. Why did she find him. So many reasons why she did. So many. He couldn't join. If he did, he couldn't stay. He had to get out, out, out. Before he did something. Something he would regret for the rest of his life. She didn't know what it would be, but she knew it would happen. Torture, kidnapping, murder. Whatever it was. He needed to leave. Leave before he got in too deep. Like she did. It took abduction for her to get out, after fourteen years. He couldn't stay. Couldn't. "You can't join them," she said, shaking her head, biting the inside of her cheek. "You can't. You can't. You don't realize what you're getting into. You can't join the Brotherhood." She swallowed, staring up at his unnatural eyes, eyes as unnatural as her own. "If you're already in, get out. You don't know what you're doing, what they are. You need to leave." The last word was said in a pitch ragged with desperation. She wouldn't drag him back, she wouldn't force him. But he needed to know. He needed to know exactly what he was getting into.
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Feb 25, 2017 18:13:59 GMT -5
![](http://imgur.com/iSeqLTz.png) He didn't move when she got closer, but he carefully rolled up his long sleeves to his elbows to stall, then casaully cross his arms comfortably so he wasn't so stiff. He blew out a soft sigh, looking down at the gravel on the roof. The Brotherhood was kind of a weird subject to think about. He knew what they were, what they did and have done. But when some agent came to Vince and him, seeking them out with a proposition, and Vince agreeing, Riley considered his options. The Brotherhood were a force against the anti-mutant humans who opposed them and wanted them gone. Riley, with a life of being bullied by various people, and even kidnapped and tortured by severely anti-mutant scientists, had agreed also. Maybe he could show he wasn't broken by what they did to him, and every other mutant. He could be a threatening force. But there was always that nonverbal 'but' to any situation.
"I don't like hurting people," he spoke up. "Never have. And, being born with this...gift," he practically spat, looking at his pale arms in the Nevada sun, arms that looked innocent but were just as deadly as any other portion of his body, "It was an ironic slap to the face. And I was hurt all my life, and I could simply defend myself, but I didn't want to."
He then looked at Everest now, their abnormal eyes -- natural by birth and unnatural by experimentation -- looking at each other. "You know full well that those people hurt me, and you, and all those other kids that were with us. I want them to hurt just as bad, and that's why I joined," he told her. His voice wasn't harsh or hard, but his tone was even, thick with his calm anger and pain that he carried. He stayed quiet for a moment, looking at her, and for a moment of silence he spoke again. "Is this the only reason why you sought me out?" He asked slowly, gauging for any reaction she could have.
[ will be poofy for a bit ! ]
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Post by єℓєcтяιc ℓιℓу νισℓιη ~ on Feb 25, 2017 20:14:21 GMT -5
Everest blinked, nodding. "Righteous," she said, glancing at the ground. "Righteous reasons, that's why you joined. That's why most people, most mutants, join. They think they're helping." She looked back up at him, shaking her head. "They're not." She could feel the flood of memories pressing against her head, trying to break free. She didn't want them free. She needed them back. She couldn't deal with the nightmares. Not tonight, not ever again. These were her memories of the Brotherhood, of what she'd done, and seen done. An example came to her head. Everest wished she could say it was hypothetical, that it wasn't from a memory. She couldn't. "If," she began, all other sounds drowning out as she lost herself in her mind, seeing the memories, seeing them replay. She took in a deep breath. "If there was a vote on a law," she said haltingly, "that would make it harder for mutants to cross borders, and it was even on both sides except for the tiebreaker...if the tiebreaker had a child, and you were ordered to kidnap that child...if the Brotherhood planned to threaten his parent to vote against the law, or they would kill his child-" She sucked in a breath, still able to see the child in her mind's eyes. See his terrified face as the girl with animal eyes and fangs told him everything would be alright. See the tears streaking down his face, hear the pure terror in his voice. She swallowed, swallowed it all down, all the memories. The past is past. Thinking about it will only give her nightmares. She didn't want more nightmares. So she clenched her jaw, and lifted her chin. "Would you do it?" she asked. "Knowing that the Brotherhood would kill him, if they had to? Because they would. They don't care about humans. They don't care about anyone but themselves, and sometimes not even that!" She bit her lip; her voice had reached that feverish pitch again. No, this wasn't happening. This wasn't the past. The past is past. This is here, this is now. Riley didn't need a lunatic. He needed her. He needed to leave. He couldn't stay. Couldn't stay. It would haunt him. Everything would turn to ghosts. Haunt him.
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Post by єℓєcтяιc ℓιℓу νισℓιη ~ on Feb 28, 2017 17:20:45 GMT -5
//luuuuurk, flicks cards around empty rp
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Feb 28, 2017 19:07:31 GMT -5
![](http://imgur.com/iSeqLTz.png) [ I'll reply when I cannnn ]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2017 17:34:44 GMT -5
Yes, nothing short of magic was going to get them out of this situation, so Alejandro let Lucia fight the robots; it had already been proven nothing he had could stop them for long. So he focused on the task Lucia had given him: getting the civilians away from the battle. The press of the crowd was thick, some of them running, some of them ripping out their phones and recording. He silently cursed the day social media was ever invented. "Get out of the way! Go! It's not safe!" he yelled at those still too stupid or too shocked to leave. He crouched down and pulled up an older woman who'd fallen in her haste to get out, instinctively shielding her when a loud sound came from the battle behind him. He helped her up, sending her on her way with a warning to stay away before glancing back. Lucia seemed to be having trouble with the robots; it didn't seem as though her spells were affecting them. Muttering a curse, Alejandro turned back to getting the ground. "Get out of here! Go!" he yelled. "तपाईं छाड्नुपर्ने! यो सुरक्षित छैन! जानुहोस्!" The plaza was finally starting to clear, although the screams of the crowd piercing the air reminded him they were anything but alone. They had to get these robots out of the city, before they turned whatever destructive powers they had on the populace. He thought the bots would leave if they left: they were programmed to trap the artifact, right? Well, if the artifact was suddenly halfway across the planet, they'd have no choice but to follow, right? It was worth a try. The metal men were backing Lucia into a corner. She was holding a shield, but only barely. They were going to break through, and soon. "Lucia!" Alejandro yelled, getting as close as he dared to the robots. "They're after the artifact! We can't stay here! You need to get us out!"
Elisabet prodded the eggs with the spatula as her captor came into the room. Her ice-blue gaze darted up to meet his. "Oh good, you're up," she said, tilting the pan to make sure the egg had cooked. When he didn't speak, she turned her head toward him, arching an eyebrow, trying not to smile over the fact that she seemed to have rendered him speechless. "Well, do you want some or not?" Without waiting for an answer, she cut the spatula through the scrambled eggs, dividing it neatly into two. Then she shoveled half the eggs onto one of the plates she'd gotten down beforehand, along with three strips of bacon (given the fact that bacon had been one of the immediate items he had picked up from the store since they'd gotten here, she assumed he was a fan). Then she grabbed a fork from one of the drawers she'd rifled through, and slid the plate down the counter towards Castle. If he didn't check to see if there was poison in the food, Elisabet almost thought she'd lose all respect for him. Because this was admittedly suspicious. The woman he'd kidnapped was now making him eggs and bacon for breakfast. Sure, the woman had been betrayed by the organization that had been part of her very nature, and was now very much ready to get revenge (a plan which did not include Castle's death), but still, suspicious. "I'll eat a bite off of yours if it's poison you're worried about," she said without turning her head as she dumped her own eggs onto her plate. She didn't have time his distrust. Of course, she didn't trust him either, but she knew he wouldn't kill her. And that was all the trust they'd really need for this to work, right? Lucia was holding back fairly well, but there was something different about these robots. Something that showed itself a lot more quickly than she thought it would. With her shield in front of them, one of the robots moved forward and sliced right through it, as if it was paper. Her eyes widened in shock, as she didn't know much of anything that could break through magic so easily besides other magic. Her shock held her in place long enough for the robot to grab her by the throat and lift her up, successfully blocking her airway while simultaneously causing her to drop the artifact. There was no way she could let them get to it, so she created a protective barrier around it, writing in the robot's grip as more and more oxygen thinned from her lungs. Her throat ached painfully and she could feel the black beginning to creep around her. She had to act fast. In the blink of an eye, she let the barrier around the artifact fall and then she used the last of her strength to swirl her hands into a portal beneath the robot. It wasn't expecting this move and the two of them fell through, leading them just a bit higher up in the sky above. The grip around her throat lessened and she pulled away, free-falling from the sky and gasping for air. Ground was coming up quick and she created another portal that dropped her down to a grassy area of the plaza where the flowers were blooming. She landed with a hard thump and she swore she heard a crack. She tried to sit up but was forced still by a sharp pain in her ribs. Groaning, she slowly sat up, eyes darting toward the artifact. When she spotted it, she used a simple levitation spell to bring it surging toward her. "HEY! SHIELD GUY!" she shouted, trying to get his attention as she created another portal, this one leading them to somewhere much further away and secluded, hopefully where the robots wouldn't be able to find them for a while. "GET OVER HERE!"
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Owen was still in a bit of shock and he stared down at the plate. "Uh, you first," he said, motioning toward the food. He wasn't going to eat a single molecule until he knew that it was safe. Even though their mindsets had somewhat aligned over the past few weeks, he still hardly trusted her. Every night, he still locked his bedroom door and shoved a chair up against the knob to be safe. He kept the windows shut and a gun and knife by his bedside at all times. He wouldn't handcuff her but he still didn't trust her. Something about her had changed as well. If this food wasn't poisoned, why would she even go to the trouble of making it for him? There was either something she wanted from him or...well that was probably the only reason. He couldn't see her as being the overly nice type, even to people she liked and trusted. She was a spitfire and an enigma to him. Even with their time spent in each other's company, he still couldn't figure her out. The only thing he knew for sure was that she had a sarcastic mouth on her and she wasn't afraid to use it. "I don't understand you," he finally said, looking at her warily and folding his arms on the table. Maybe it was a bit of a bad idea to reveal that he was feeling unsure about her, but he was curious and he didn't think he could wait much longer to try and understand her.
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Post by єℓєcтяιc ℓιℓу νισℓιη ~ on Apr 15, 2017 18:39:51 GMT -5
Alejandro didn't need to be told twice. He sprinted as hard as he could toward Lucia, one eye on the robots as they began to close in on her once again. She had made a portal; to what, he was too focused on running to be sure. All he knew was that it was their best option. He dashed through the portal, for the moment ignoring the sudden change in scenery to turn around. "Come on!" But he needn't have bothered: Lucia was right behind him.
"My pleasure." Elisabet grabbed a fork for herself and, without breaking eye contact with Castle, took a small bite of her eggs, before ripping off the end piece of the bacon. She chewed, swallowed, then arched an eyebrow, waiting. Well, if he didn't eat it, she would. She was starving for a bit of protein. To hopefully further his sense of security, she took a seat at the opposite side of the table, now eye level with him. She pulled her chair up, wincing as she pulled at the stitches in her shoulder. But what he said next had her attention, no matter how vague its meaning was. It was also an opening. "You're wondering why I made you breakfast." She said it as a statement. Elisabet leaned forward, trying to keep her weight on her left shoulder. "I don't risk anything by telling you HYDRA was my life. They are the reason for me as I am now. I was loyal...more than loyal." She bit her tongue. "But-" she said, trying to keep her rising anger out of her voice, "-they have shown me that I am nothing to them. Dispensable. Replaceable." She gathered her hands into fists and narrowed her eyes. "I want to hurt them. And right now, the best way to do that is to help you." She licked her lips. "I was honest before with what I told you: I don't know where your father is. But what I didn't say is that I think I know a way to find out." She dropped her voice an octave for reasons she couldn't identify. "HYDRA"s Headquarters. A secret base in Iceland. I know exactly where it is. If there's information about your father anywhere, it's there."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2017 22:46:05 GMT -5
Lucia shimmied through the portal just enough that she was all the way through. Once they were both through, she let the portal fall and then she collapsed on her back, breathing heavily and grinning a little. "Talk about right in the nick of time." Her voice was slightly raspy from being nearly strangled to death, but she wasn't going to stop using it just because her throat hurt. She winced when she sat up slightly and looked around the cave that they were in, sighing softly. One of the places she went to train when she was first using magic. Isolated and far away from Tibet but not unfindable. If those robots had found them before, it wouldn't be trouble to find them now. Not unless she cast a barrier around their location, but that was magic she hadn't delved into yet. "Well that was definitely fun."
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Owen's lips puckered into a frown as she ate the food with ease. Something felt very wrong about this situation, but he was hungry and if the food wasn't poisoned, he wasn't going to let it go to waste. So carefully, he stabbed a bit of eggs and lifted it up, sniffing it one final time just to make sure before he ate it. And honestly? It was actually delicious. Who knew a Hydra lackey could make such good food. What she said next bot surprised and intrigued him. She wanted to get back at Hydra, help him in an attempt to spite them for what they did to her. Now it wasn't exactly unbelievable but still a bit of a weird scenario nonetheless. "So you want to help me? And how can I know that I can trust you?" It was a valid question. There were so many variables that he couldn't be certain of everything. And trust was always such a big thing that he had trouble with.
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Post by єℓєcтяιc ℓιℓу νισℓιη ~ on Apr 16, 2017 20:10:19 GMT -5
Alejandro, still breathing hard, looked down at Lucia, an incredulous look on his face. "Fun?" he panted. He took a deep breath and straightened, taking a step closer to her grinning form on the ground. "People could've died,and you say that was fun?" He looked away, running a hand through his hair. He'd have to contact SHIELD, bring them up to date on the situation. He would. He just - needed a moment to catch his breath. He looked back at Lucia, gesturing at the object clutched in her hand(?). "So, was it worth it? What is that? And who do those bots belong to?"
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Elisabet's lips stretched into a wry smile as she swallowed down another bite of eggs. "You kidnapped me to try and find your father, yes?" she asked without expecting an answer. "Well now I am literally offering you everything you wanted. You're suspicious, I get it." She straightened. "But right now, I'm your very best option. Unless of course, you have some other kidnapped HYDRA agent just lying around," she said, a smirk falling over her lips. "But-" Elisabet paused in her words, thinking about what she was saying, the implications of what she was doing. Betrayal. Traitor...no, they were the betrayers the instant that bullet entered her shoulder. She started again. "But look, anything you need to know, just ask, and I swear I will answer honestly." Whatever he needed her to do to prove her trustworthiness. They didn't need to be sharing any deep, dark secrets; Elisabet just needed him to know that she wouldn't put a knife in his back the second he turned around.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2017 21:14:29 GMT -5
"But they didn't," Lucia huffed, shifting slightly and trying not to grunt in pain as it shot up her side. Ignoring him for a moment, she shifted over to a small puddle nearby to look at her reflection. Her neck was already starting to form a bruise where the robot had grabbed her. Great. "And yes, it was worth it. If it's what I think it is. But I left the book back at the tea shop." She sighed and slowly rose to her feet with a bit of difficulty. "I have no idea who those bots belong to. Stop asking me so many questions." Healing spells were one of her greatest weaknesses and she only knew a couple that would take the edge off, but they required much silence and concentration. Tucking her legs under herself, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on her body and where the pains were greatest. Quietly to herself, she began to murmur ancient words that she knew by heart and slowly encircled her hands around her wrists. She could feel the ache in her ribs and neck beginning to lessen, but by the time she had finished, it had only taken the edge off. Still better than before. "Alright, where do you need to go and I'll make a portal for you?"
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Owen wasn't sure what to believe, but right now? Right now she was his best chance. If she was willing to backstab her own agency the way they backstabbed her, maybe this could work out for him. He would need to be cautious, yes, but he would have to go along with this. "Alright," he finally agreed, leaning back a little in his seat. He had so many questions for her that he didn't even know where to start. But many of them would need to be asked once they had a proper plan on getting into this base and getting out. For now, he only had one question on his mind. "When do we start?"
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Post by єℓєcтяιc ℓιℓу νισℓιη ~ on Apr 16, 2017 22:06:11 GMT -5
Alejandro blinked. She wasn't serious, was she? No, she was quite serious. He tried not to let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm not going anywhere, at least not until SHIELD has secured that artifact," he said, now raising his voice over any protests she might(probably) will have. "This is now an issue of security for the populace, and we can't have these robots running after you and endangering human lives wherever you take that thing!" They didn't even know who was after her! Those robots could come from anyone! A government, or some loco enthusiast who wanted it for who knows what; Alejandro wasn't even sure what it did. "I'd better call in our location," he muttered, more to himself as he clicked a button on his watch, finding their exact location in a matter of seconds. They were somewhere in the mountains, although the most famous, Mt. Everest, was still a ways away. Then he reached up to tap his comm.
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[k i swear that was the best way to end it xDD if this had been a movie, the shot would have cut back to Elisabet slowly smiling before a scenery change xDD okay sooo whatcha wanna do? next step would be to get them to Iceland; where do you wanna cut the scene to? like, them getting off the plane?]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2017 22:14:43 GMT -5
Lucia didn't even get a chance to protest. He was cutting her off every second and she ground her teeth. "Look, mister. You can't just walk in my life and tell me what to do with my property. I'm not going with you anywhere and you better not get anyone to get us." She swiftly stood, ignoring her protesting ribs and grabbing his hand before he could even tap the communicator in his ear. She knew her dad kinda worked with Shield at one point, but sheesh these guys were a bunch of party-pooping, privacy invading stiffs. "Stop being such a stiff. I already offered to bring you where you needed to go so give me a place so we can get off each other's backs. Or I'll just leave you here and go myself." She blew a strand of hair out of her face and fiddled with her sling ring on her hand, ready to use it to hold open a portal if he would just tell her where the heck he wanted to go.
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[ goood point lol someone seriously needs to make a movie out of these rps xDD but yeah getting off the plane, making plans or something? sounds good to me :3 ]
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Post by ⋆ ɑetɧeɾ « on Apr 17, 2017 14:10:10 GMT -5
![](http://imgur.com/iSeqLTz.png) [ //drops in
that awkward moment when you forgot to reply to things over the weekend in between work lol
to be fair I did get promoted and am currently being trained lol so
Hai guys lol ]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2017 15:49:29 GMT -5
[ yooo ]
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